#but Maul seemed so unsure about Savage

[former-ly-darth]

He’s reliving so much pain here. The disappointment in himself for letting his brother down, the shame of defeat, Maul’s empathy for Savage…. One of those things he’ll never forgive himself for.

#star wars #darth maul #the clone wars #savage Opress #honestly tho I think this is what brought them closer together #Savage was ready to learn from and help Maul #but Maul seemed so unsure about Savage #I think this is really what solidified their relationship #that whole ‘us against the world’ mentality #like the Martez sisters except less toxic #I mean I’m not gonna act like Maul was perfect lmao

[irenadel]

Fear Leads the Way

Darth Maul x Reader Filthy porn ahead, Darth Maul and Savage Opress and Reader, eventual pseudo-threesome, but only sexy cuddles for Savage because he's got The Trauma, eventual robodick but right now we're dealing only with Ken Doll Maul. Therefore: TRIGGER WARNING TALK OF AMPUTATION AND LIMB LOSS. Nothing detailed but you have been warned. Chapter 1 of Force knows how many.

It was true what they said, that wild animals were more often afraid of you, than you of them.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

It had begun out of wariness. And Maul’s always short temper when his decisions were questioned, especially decisions he wasn’t entirely confident in. If it bothers you so much, he had snapped at his brother, stay and stand guard. That was usually how it went with Maul and Savage. Shut up and stand guard, was the principle through which they both operated most of the time. Savage seldom objected because he did, always, on some level, want to keep an eye on his brother. It eased some ache within him he did not even want to think about.

And for all his snarling and protests, Maul would agree. It was always better when Savage stood guard. Better strategy. More firepower. Safer.

(Less lonely)

You did not seem to share the brothers’ enthusiasm for a rear guard. At least not in this particular situation.

You had said nothing, though. You weren’t in the habit of questioning Lord Maul of the Shadow Collective and Maul, in turn, often ignored the degree to which you were always still a little terrified of him. You’d been snatched off the streets of Nar Shaddaa to work your magic on Lord Maul’s cybernetics. A present meant to court favor. A trifling bauble. A girl too afraid to do much more than her job for a long time. When he didn’t pointedly ignore it, he spent considerable time and effort convincing himself it was just right and proper that you should be afraid of the sith lord who ruled your life.

But it hadn’t been easy in this particular case.

It had been a mistake, a sign of weakness, Maul decided, to let himself grow used to the certainty of your touch. It had begun with the strong, firm hands you had ran over the tender places between where his cybernetics ended and his flesh began. It had gone beyond anything he should have ever allowed when, still cowed and unsure, but in that moment somehow fearless, you had uttered words like prosthetic genital replacement, sensory recovery, advances in brain and limb nerve arrays. He should have beheaded you then and there. Nipped this in the bud and sealed it with your blood.

Instead he had let you talk to him about the nerve endings of his forearms, still very much alive and intact to feel the tips of your fingers ghosting over them. He had let you stutter about flesh grafts and possibilities, illustrating each suggestion with a tentative touch. He had let you take a traitorous hand to the soft, vulnerable skin of his ears, its sheer sensitivity forgotten years after that initial reckless vanity that had made him pierce them.

There had been a shame and wariness in you he had not understood and then that impossible, naked audacity that had brought your questing fingers to his lips, to his chest, to a hard and aching nipple you had ministered to with nails and tongue and teeth. And then you had been impossible to contain. Because the same knowledge that had made your work on his cybernetics invaluable, had let you crumble him apart like clay. He’d let you press the heel of your hand to the back of his neck that day, the skin on his shoulder blades suddenly, uncomfortably alive, eager to be touched because it had never been touched with tenderness, with pleasure instead of pain.

You had tried to flee him that day, having stepped over a boundary that had never existed between coerced attendant and frightening patient. And he’d snatched you back with one awful, terrible gesture of his impossibly strong arm and you had stayed there, precariously hanging off his body. A body that had seemed so fragile a second ago and now stood horrifyingly solid underneath your hands.

Savage had been there too, as always, watching his brother’s back whenever a vulnerable position demanded it. But Maul had been too focused on the warm proximity of your body and the sudden overpowering aroma of your sweat and arousal, to pay attention to his looming baleful figure. You had not. You had watched with increasing wariness as the tendons on his neck had stood out in stress and horror, monstrously thick and powerful like starship cables. His angry glare had narrowed the moment he’d heard his brother’s first pained noise: a low, deep keening against your neck.

And you had feared, not without reason, that Savage could have killed you then and there. Could’ve used the Force to shake the life off you and thrown you against the wall like an abused ragdoll. You’d watched both of the brothers and knew them capable of that and worse… but for Maul’s second pained noise: a ragged, impossible please against your lips. You had not cared for death in that second, forgotten in the heady realization of what your patient needed, of the whole, absurd, delicious horror of it. Your responsibility to him, your fear of and desire for him, his furious brother watching…

Let him watch, you decided recklessly.

You’d kissed Maul then, after a furtive whisper on the erogenous quality of mouths and he had responded so immediately, so hungrily that you had forgotten about anything else. You had kissed him and he’d almost made you come solely with his mouth on yours, just through his single-focused, aggressive pursuit of the taste of your pleasure, thick in your mouth, gums and tongue.

Savage had not killed you that day, but he had insisted on talking to his brother afterwards. He, so often conciliatory and willing to let things go, had argued with a Maul still half swimming in the hitherto undiscovered waters of sexual desire, that there were things he needed to learn. It had almost been a fight like the one they’d had about zabrak horns and oil and overbathing. Maul being so used to dry, flakey skin and the certainty that if it had been important, Darth Sidious would have informed him, had refused to change his grooming habits for months.

This time Savage insisted.

“It’s just the pheromones,” he’d said to his brother. “Get rid of her.”

There were things said between them about the Nightsisters, about Nightbrothers that disappeared, with a grin instead of a grimace, things that sounded to Maul like superstitious bantha shit. You were not a Nightsister and he was a sith lord. He was in danger of nothing except perhaps getting distracted from his goals. He’d conceded that to Savage and had managed to keep away from you for a whole month, via sheer ornery pride.

It was your apology that got his attention that second time. He had stubbornly relegated you to background noise since the first incident. Haughtily ignored your anxious looks the way he had ignored every distraction Sidious had ever sent his way, pleased that it worked to mollify Savage as much as it had ever worked with his master. The dull ache of your work on his cybernetics was as easily dismissed as your stony silence while he talked to the other leaders of the Shadow Collective. When you had spoken up before he had cowed you into silence and, furious and tight-lipped, you had not repeated your mistake often. 

“My lord,” you had said, choking on the honorific in a way you had not before you’d know the taste of Maul’s tongue. “This will hurt.”

He had clenched his teeth at your intrusion, attempted to overlook its impertinence and then been caught entirely unawares by your firm determination to be acknowledged.

“I’m sorry,” you had said, looking to meet his eyes, venom gone from your look and replaced with the half-fearful, half-softened gaze that had haunted his few moments of peace ever since you’d touched each other that day. You had worked unobtrusively before, as quick and thorough as you could and here you were, trying to get a go-ahead he had never required of you before. “Brace yourself.”

It was tiresome. It was unnecessary. He had known it was coming and had dismissed it, any recalibration of his cybernetics’ digestive aid always created a feedback loop not unlike quick but unrelenting bursts of abdominal cramps. He would have done it himself with help from Savage, but his brother was away, dealing with an upstart Hutt rebellion and he’d had no time to spare for shutting down individual systems so he could bear the agony while working on the whole thing. It was easier to channel that pain towards cowing unruly underlings. Intimidation did not require the razor sharp focus of mechanical work.

Except now. Now he was uncomfortably aware of the careful, slow quality of your work, of your hands where he couldn’t feel them. The cramps lasted a second and then you proceeded. Now, he was annoyingly, half-attentive at all times of what you were doing, figuring out what you were turning off and bypassing at every turn to make sure to keep the pain at a minimum while working… wondering when you would actually touch him.

It was maddening, a karking waste of time.

He’d hissed at you to get on with it, nevermind the cramps, but still been unable to regain focus on the strategy at hand. He’d been forced to dismiss everyone with a snarl, and stared you down, afraid again, unsure again, but still holding his gaze.

Get to work, he’d meant to snap at you.

Stop staring at me, would have worked as well.

Instead, he’d let the small, childish voice inside him, always wary, always ready to fear the worse, but still indomitably willing to risk punishment for the taste of something sweet, request what he hadn’t even known he wanted a moment ago.

“Touch my back.”

Again.

No, not a request, a desperate wail that came out like an order growled through gritted teeth.

You’d let out a breath you hadn’t meant to hold and Maul was inundated by the overpowering stench of your desire, his mouth watering at the thought. Immediately, it conjured phantom sensations, reminding Maul of his own, of the furtive times of his apprenticeship when he’d been terrified and young and burning so badly he’d risked touching himself just to keep desire at bay. Savage had said something about manhood and Nightsister rituals and Maul being lucky to have forgotten what prickling, overwhelming, unquenchable need felt like before he’d met a woman who could use it against him. To have had that safely amputated with his legs and all the rest, stolen from him, put away where he couldn’t reach it.

Maul didn’t feel lucky. He didn’t feel safe or as serenely removed from his own furious, adolescent loneliness as he had before. He felt adrift like he had then, desperate, ready to force you to touch him if you would not do it willingly. But when you capitulated it didn’t feel like that either.

It was worse.

He’d let out a shameful, agonized cry, nearly a sob, because your hands on his back were gentle, were careful, were good. No one ever touched him there, in the center of his back, a place he seldom reached for, which seldom required maintenance or thought. And now it was alive under your hands, sweet stars, under your lips which had immediately, no hesitation, sought out his burning skin and he could almost remember what it had been like to climax, unexpectedly, horrifically and absolutely unprepared for it, when he had been young and angry and unaware of what he had. Except he had been alone then and you were here now, your lips pressed to the place where his shoulder blades met, your hands holding his throat so tenderly it hurt, your own panting frantic because you wanted him and he knew it, just like Savage had said (warned) he would. And he had no control of it, just wanting and wanting and hunger, and surely, surely that was enough, that was sithly, because it did taste like the Dark Side, tacky and thick and slow like burnt molasses, when he turned on you and pinned you down so he could rut in between your legs, grinding a sensationless codpiece against the juncture of your thighs, so deeply frustrated the Force crushed the door of the meeting room to echo him.

You held him against it, did not let him lose the thread of this impossible, horrible desire, as you struggled out of your work jumpsuit, wrapped your legs and arms around him and whispered soft, filthy encouragement in his ear. 

“Please oh, please, please, please,” you’d said so quietly he felt it more than heard it, your warm, humid breath making him shudder. He hadn’t known how much he would need your eager, ready submission. How good it would feel to hear you acquiesce, hear you surrender, hear you beg. “I can’t,” you’d stuttered, as much at a loss as he. “I’m so wet for you, please, talk to me, I’m so close, talk to me and make me come.”

That he could feel, not against the gaping absence where his genitals had been once, but desperately snaking a hand between your bodies, your wetness soaking through the leather of his gloves, nostrils suddenly flooded with the stinging, musky aroma of your sopping sex. He would have dived between your legs, would have devoured the source of his distraction, gotten rid of this shameful weakness and run you throw with his lightsaber for good measure, but you held him and all he could do was obey your sweet, keening moans, as gone as he, your own nipples fervently pressing against his chest, your mouth warm and soft against the tender skin behind his ear, your nails scratching that terrible, wonderful spot at the center of his back. And he was rutting against you again, grinding and almost feeling it, whispering his own fervent filth, because it helped coalesce the stabs of want, just like you said it would, diffused as they were all over the remains of his body. It helped to tell you he was your lord and master and have you desperately agree. It helped to hold you down as he was pumping his codpiece against your wet, eager core, to squeeze your throat and tell you, nothing explicit because he knew so little of it, but what he wanted of you, what he felt you were doing to him, return it a thousandfold because you deserved it, for teaching him to want this, to need it, to cling to it like he had clinged to life and breath when he was a child and Sidious was killing him slowly.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he’d growled at your throat, a promise of payback, a threat. And you were coming and he was hearing you come and he could almost feel it himself, dizzy and bright painful white like combat meditation. He didn’t know if it had been like that before Lotho Minor, before Naboo, before Kenobi, but it was like this now and he was swimming in the white, hot-searing nothingness of it, of your moans, of your smell and your wetness and you were his, his, his, like his lightsaber, like his destiny, like Savage and it was a freefall, as terrifying a freefall as any possession had ever been for Maul, something to cherish always becoming something you could lose.

#darth maul x reader #star wars #darth maul smut #TW: Limb Loss Talk #TW: Amputation #savage x reader if you squint eventually #kendoll darth maul for the time being #eventual robodick #my writing #iresmut #fear leads the way

[bearpillowmonster]

I wanted to talk about how I originally imagined Darth Maul's return. When Clone Wars came out, I was into it but then fell off and only came back every now and then. But I certainly saw the commercials so there was no escaping the big moments like "Ahsoka is being convicted" or "Darth Maul is back".

It kind of made sense, I mean he was only cut in half anyway. So from the little stuff I saw, I put together a bit of my own version that never happened. Here it is:

Palpatine was the one who found Maul, angry at him for failing his mission and too stubborn to die, Palpatine locks Maul up and tortures him. Maul finds another one from Dathomir, Savage, and they team up to escape Palp's prison, but not before Palp's kills Savage. Maul is messed up mentally from being tortured but he gets stronger legs and starts making his way around the galaxy.

While I like the way it was done in the Clone Wars, I prefer my version, everything still happens, just in a different order. But the one thing that differs is that we see Palps beat Maul...once. We don't see him get tortured, we don't see anything, he just gets imprisoned in a regular prison like everyone else. So I thought "Son of Dathomir" might bridge the gap and have what I want. Nope, just another squabble.

Some say that he might've done better if he was killed by all three of the other Sith at the same time, but that I'm unsure of. I haven't seen the Maul and Kenobi fight from Rebels so I don't really know what I think of his end yet, though the whole Crimson Dawn thing did seem interesting (if we ever see it) as well as that whole Godfather thing that Lucas had in mind. I always thought Ray Park was just so scary as Maul and that was part of his appeal, he barely says a word but in the Clone Wars, he's always talking and while Sam Witwer is great, it just seems different from TPM.

#darth maul #star wars #sw #my version #palpatine #palpable #rewrite #so close

[zootopiathingz]

Thrill of the Kill

Part 1/2 (TW for blood and gore)

What if Judy and Nick didn't switch the Night Howler serum?

Just when their luck seemed to be turning around, Judy and Nick were once again struck by another surprise. Only this time, the shocking turn of events was something neither of them could have predicted. The new mayor Bellwether (formerly the assistant mayor), whom they thought was just a small and kind sheep was the mastermind behind the savage attacks in the city. She was the one targeting predators. It was her cronies doing her bidding, making the Night Howlers into a serum that infected all types of predators.

Judy was fast to realize this, as it was suspicious as to how she and the rams found them in the closed museum on their way to the ZPD. Thankfully, Judy didn't give the case to her. If anything, she held it tighter, and tried to insist she and Nick take it to the ZPD instead. But that plan backfired quickly. Their exits were blocked, and their only choice was to run and maybe come up with a plan to outwit Bellwether and her men.

But as the two ran into a closed-off section of the museum, managing to outrun the ram following them, Judy tripped over a tusk display, dropping the case and falling to the floor. She let out a painful cry as she held her injured leg, noticing the tear through her jeans and the blood caused by her cut. "Carrots!" She heard Nick say as he ran back to her. He picked her up as she grabbed the case and carried her over to hide behind a nearby wall.

Well, now that had two problems. There was a power-hungry mayor chasing them, and poor Judy couldn't even walk. How were they supposed to get out of this?

As Nick tended to her leg, they both heard Bellwether's voice call out, beckoning for Judy to reveal herself. They didn't have time, they had to get the case to the police somehow. Judy abruptly held the case up to her friend, since he was the only one between the two of them that could complete the job. "Take the case. Get it to Bogo." She knew it wasn't the best plan, but they were running out of options.

However, Nick refused to just leave her here, understandably. He didn't know what Bellwether and these rams were capable of, and he would never be able to live with himself if anything happened to Judy. "I'm not gonna leave you behind." He argued, pushing the case back to her, "That's not happening!"

"I can't walk!" She whispered urgently.

"We'll think of something." He said, trying to ease her nerves. But could they do? They were outnumbered and surrounded on all sides. It would take a miracle for them to escape unharmed.

While Bellwether continued to try to get them to surrender, they spotted a rabbit mannequin display, almost the same size as Judy. They decided to use it to trick the rams while they made their way out. Nick set it at an angle that it's shadow could be seen, then quickly scooped Judy into his arm while he held the case with his free paw.

It worked for a minute, and though when one of the rams saw it was fake, it caused some confusion which should've bought them some time. Up until they heard the clanging sound of Nick bumping into something.

"Over there!" Bellwether signaled the rams to follow the pair. Nick made a run for it toward the exit, but he struggled to carry Judy due to her limping. She held onto him tightly so she wouldn't fall, but it still slowed him down.

Unfortunately, the ram caught up to them and head-butted the two into an exhibit pit. And even more unfortunate was the gun case didn't fall in with them. Instead it was brought right back into the sheep's hooves, and now Judy and Nick were trapped.

Bellwether laughed as she walked up to the edge of the display, looking down at the two mischievously. "Well, you should've just stayed on the carrot farm, huh?" She said to Judy, "It really is too bad. I.. I did like you."

Judy sat up and glared up at her, trying to keep a brave face. "What are you gonna do? Kill me?!"

"Oh, no. No, of course not." Bellwether chuckled, then revealed the dart gun she had been hiding behind her back, her expression switching to an evil grin. "He is."

Right as the gun was fired, Nick felt a sharp pain in his neck caused by the serum pellet. He fell to the ground with a harsh grunt, holding his neck where he had been shot. "NO!" Judy yelled in horror as she scooted to his side, watching him start to twitch and tremble. "Oh, Nick!"

While Bellwether faked a panic call to the police, Judy stared down as the fox try to maintain control over his mind and body, unsure on how to help him. It wasn't like there was some magical antidote for Night Howlers she could give to him. "No, Nick, don't do this. Fight it!" She urged him, rubbing his back to try to soothe him. But it was no use. He already made contact with the serum, and now they were both screwed.

"Oh but, he can't help it, can he?" Bellwether asked mockingly after hanging up the phone, "Since preds are just 'biologically predisposed' to be savages."

Judy frowned nervously up at her, feeling guilt build up at those words. If she hadn't said something similar at the interview a couple weeks ago, she and Nick wouldn't even be in this situation, and he wouldn't be savage right now.

She gasped, now seeing Nick direct his attention to her. His widened eyes stared at her menacingly, his pupils beginning to shrink, the affects now completely taking over. And now there was nothing she could do but try to avoid his attack for as long as she could until the cops arrived. She quickly pulled back and scrambled onto her feet, having to limp away due to her injury.

Seeing her run away sent Nick into an immediate rampage. On all fours, he began to chase the limping rabbit with a loud snarl, doing whatever his instincts told him to do. It was hard to get away from him, being that even if her leg wasn't hurt he would still be faster than her. She tossed a nearby deer mannequin in his way to distract him and hopefully keep a distance between them.

Bellwether watched the scene unfold completely amused. It was working out better than she thought. If all went according to plan, Judy would be dead, Nick would be caged like the rest of the savage predators, and prey would finally have the high ground in society.

"Gosh, think of the headlines! 'Hero cop killed by savage fox'!" She taunted, walking around the exhibit to be right above the bunny.

Judy backed up against the wall, gasping in fear as she watched Nick chew and tear up the dummy, showing it no mercy. If that's what he did with just a mannequin, then she wasn't looking forward to witness what he would do to a live animal. She swallowed and looked up at Bellwether with a glare, "So that's it? Prey fears predators and you stay in power?"

The mayor shrugged, "Yeah, pretty much."

"It won't work!" Judy shook her head.

"Fear always works!" She retorted angrily, but then resumed her smug expression, waving the gun around casually. "And I'll dart every predator in Zootopia to keep it that way."

Judy didn't have time to give a response, as now she saw the fox beginning to crawl closer to her, poking his head through the fake grass. She gasped, trying to scoot away, but there was no room left behind her. She was trapped.

"Oh Nick. No..." She whispered sadly, observing her friend's state; his bearing sharp teeth, his shrunken eyes, his flaring nostrils, his low growls. This wasn't the Nick she knew and loved. It wasn't him, she kept telling herself. No matter what he was about to do to her, she kept in mind the real Nick would never do.

Bellwether laughed before her expression went cold, "Bye-bye, bunny."

As Nick closed in, Judy took a deep breath to brace herself for whatever would happen next. If this was how she died, then so be it. Hopefully someone else in Zootopia would find out the truth and stop Bellwether once and for all, so that predators could live in peace again.

Suddenly, she let out an agonizing scream as she felt Nick bite her neck, sinking his teeth into the skin under her fur. Nothing could've prepared her for that kind of pain. She felt a warm liquid roll down the side of her throat, and she knew it was blood.

She choked out a cough, pressing her paws on his shoulders, trying to push him away or at least pry his teeth out of her neck. But her attempts only made it worse and further angered the fox. He growled and pulled her up by her throat, tossing her into the fake grass. Although his actions nearly strangled her, it did cause him to release her, but only for a moment.

Right as Judy tried to stand up, she was shoved back to the ground and pinned down by the savage fox. He began to bite her chest and shoulders, tearing through her shirt with ease, tasting the blood that spewed out with every slash he made. Judy screamed and cried with her weakened vocal cords, placing her paw over her neck to try to prevent blood loss.

"Nick, stop it!" She demanded, despite knowing it was useless. Nick didn't know who she was right now. Hell, he didn't even know his own name. Right now he was on a hunt, and he wasn't gonna stop until his hunger was satisfied. Still, Judy had to do something. She squirmed and threw her legs around to try to kick him away, but no matter how much she moved, Nick wasn't setting her free.

She caught a glimpse of Bellwether, who was staring down at her, rather enjoying the sight of the bunny being mauled. How could someone be so sick and twisted to think this was entertaining?

Judy tried one last time to make this stop, and she prayed it would stall for enough time. She raised her leg up to shove her knee right into his stomach. He yapped and hunched over, in which she instantly seized her chance and crawled out of his loosened grasp, hauling herself away from the fox as fast as she could.

But her efforts were once again unsuccessful, as now Nick was even more irritated. He growled loudly and swiftly grabbed her leg with his teeth, dragging her back towards the wall. Judy cried out desperately, grasping onto random objects that she couldn't seem to hold onto for long enough. Her open wounds left a trail of blood as she was pulled back to the previous spot, where there was already a puddle of thick redness waiting to expand.

Judy felt too weak to continue trying any longer. The loss of blood was getting to her, and any hope she had of being rescued was fading. She stared up at the fox as he gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes at her. She wasn't as scared as she was a moment ago, now she was more devastated than anything. What was Nick going to do if he was ever brought back from this savage state? How was he going to live knowing he killed his friend?

"I'm so sorry, Nick." She whispered weakly, closing her eyes as a tear fell onto her face. All that was left to do now was accept her fate, and hope everything would sort itself out.

Right as Nick was about to finish her off, he suddenly froze. Judy opened her eyes to see him collapse on the ground next to her, seemingly passed out. She tried to sit up to see what was going on, but she could barely move her arms. Luckily, she could see everything from where she was laying.

To her relief, the other officers arrived just in time, and apparently had tranquilized the fox. A couple of them used an emergency ladder to climb down into the exhibit, while Bellwether tried to "explain" to Bogo what happened. It was at this point Judy had to say something while she could. She couldn't let Bellwether get away with her plan.

"W-wait," She spoke up in a frail voice, but it was loud enough for the others to hear. "D-don't listen to her. She's been..targeting p-predators."

Bellwether laughed 'innocently', regaining her guiltless facade. "Don't be silly, Judy. I would never hurt anyone." She looked up at the Chief, "We better get her to a hospital quick, she's not making any sense."

Bogo was about to say something, until he and the rest of them heard the mayor's voice. But it wasn't actually her that was speaking. It sounded more like a recording.

"And I'll dart every predator in Zootopia to keep it that way."

Everyone looked to see Judy holding up her carrot pen that she managed to hold on to this whole time, playing back the recording of Bellwether revealing her evil schemes. They all widened their eyes and turned to the sheep, watching her face drop.

The rams tried to make a break for it, but there were too many cops for them to get away. While the ones above were busy arresting Bellwether and her cronies, the two cops down in the exhibit ran to Judy's side to aid her. One of them wrapped a towel around her to apply some pressure to her gashes. The other kneeled down to Nick, pulling out a muzzle from his belt's pouch.

Judy's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the muzzle. She couldn't let them do that to Nick, not when it was the one thing he tried to avoid his whole life. "W-wait, no." She reached her paw out, signaling the officer to stop what he was doing. "D-don't hurt him, please.."

Although they were confused by her request, they obeyed and carefully carried her and Nick out of the exhibit, preparing to take them to the nearest hospital.

#zootopia #judy hopps #nick wilde #dawn bellwether #zootropolis #judy x nick #wildehopps #zootopia angst #alternate universe #zootopia fanfiction

[subbing-for-clones]

The New Apprentice Part 9

Maul x Sith!reader 

Word Count: 1.5k

WARNINGS: pining, plotting, touch of angst, fluff, mentions of sex,

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       Finally, time halted. You no longer felt the chill of the earth beneath you or the air around you. You were gone, completely and utterly emerged with consciousness and the lack of it. No longer on Zanbar but drifting through the folds of the universe. It wasn't dark. It wasn't light, but you could make out a gleaming path underfoot. Following it wove your mind through different times. Your mother was brushing your hair behind you ear while your father smiled proudly at you. A tall, bald and dark skinned jedi was shaking his head at you as tears pebbled in your eyes. A Zygerrian latching binders on your wrists while shocks rang through your flesh. A scarlet and tattooed hand guided you to his ship. A blossoming affection between you grew in your chests and you were back on Malachor staring down the warrior who gifted you his weapons. His words echoed in your mind as they had since you first heard them. Everything you saw and felt continued this illuminated path that stretched out in front of you until images of the camp flooded your consciousness and you fell. The path was gone, your stomach fluttered with the sensation of the gravity as you plummeted through the stars.

"Ahem?" A gravely and unsure clearing of a throat ripped you from your pondering. Rage bubbled inside you, so close to the answer you sought.

"Fucking what?!"

    Vizsla entered your tent holding one hand up defensively while the other hung the canvas flap so the entrance remained open.

"I heard you wanted to help the solders toy with the civilians on Mandalore but were worried about your identity..."

Great. You thought to yourself. Master, please come fetch your dog I'm not in the mood to play with your pet. You projected out into the force, hoping he heard you.

    You took a deep breath and solidified your attitude. You had to be nice for now, if you made an enemy out of this man in this moment, all Maul was working toward could collapse and although you weren't convinced of its necessity; he was.

"Yes, that's correct." You offered the closest thing to a kind smile that you could muster as you stood, fearing it still dripped with your deadly venom.

"Well, I have a solution. A gift." He beamed at you. He didn't even try to hide his infatuation. He hadn't since his eyes first fell upon you. He took off the pack that he had slung over his shoulder and tossed it to you.

    You raised a brow and looked inside, curiosity getting the better of you. Within the satchel was a large loth wolf mask and the traditional Pyke robes. You shot him a touch of a confused look just as your master could be seen walking up behind him.

"Well, that's rather straight forward and... kinky." You mused. Vizsla immediately flustered, rubbing the nape of his neck uncharacteristically embarrassed.

"No no no... you mistake my intentions." He coughed into his fist. "I just thought if you could keep yourself hidden in plain sight, you could still help us sway the people to trusting us is all. If you still wanted to, of course..."

    You were genuinely surprised with his sincerity and felt true gratitude. Perhaps he isn't such a slime ball after all.

    Maul could hardly contain his discomfort with what played out before him and hummed in a forced agreeance.

"Yes, my apprentice could stir up plenty of trouble for you to falsely put an end to I have no doubt."

    Vizsla visibly jumped at the realization that your master had listened to the exchange and let out a heavy breath.

"For someone with a cybernetic leg you sure are light on your feet." He huffed with an attempted humor. You only shot a glare at the Mandalorian leader, shaking his shred of confidence around you.

"Well think about it at least." He gave you a slight wave before leaving you alone with the Zabrak.

Maul entered your tent and closed the tent flap behind him.

"Making friends I see.."

"Not really. He has to feel some kind of trust in us if we're gonna pull off whatever it is your planning. If he wasn't useful you would've disposed of him already."

    He paced slowly around you while you felt the familiar gentle knocking against your mind. Sighing with a poorly hidden annoyance you let him in so he could see for himself that you held no secret intentions with the leader. However, once he was in, he could see the entirety of your inner conflict.

"I see..." he pulled back both through the force and physically. Sitting on your cot he contemplated while you returned to your kneeling position on the ground. Finally, he spoke in a whisper.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." You shrugged and tried to shake off the weight on your shoulders but couldn't. Your eyes met his, he seemed... smaller. You had seen him scared before but only in life-or-death situations.

"I will not stand in the way of your destiny and although I cannot see where the force guides you to; I will never purposefully deter you from your path.."

You stood and made your way to the cot, sitting beside him and taking his hand in your own.

"Despite the fact that I can’t see where you will go and what you need to do, I have faith that amassing this army will aid the both of us. I know it's slower moving than you'd like, that it was easier when it was just the two of us. Easier with you, Savage and I but... the force led the three of us here. I trust in it. Do you?" His eyes gleamed with sorrow while he awaited your answer. You took a deep breath and sighed.

"I'm not sure if what I'm feeling is genuine or just restlessness. I know you say I lack patience but I was alone in the wilds for a decade, I waited for you to come for me for... so long. I'm not parting from you on a whim." You cupped his cheek in your hand while he released huff of relief and eased into your touch.

"I'm sure I'll feel better once this has come to fruition. I don't trust these people."

    He pressed his lips ever so lightly to yours and lay down, pulling you into his arms. Running his fingers across your neck as he seethed.

"I don't trust these people either but I promise, I swear I will gather the power their alliance promises to continue you on your journey. Wherever it may take you. I want to be at your side as much as I want you by mine."

    You nestled your head into his chest and cooed peacefully. He chuckled and his hand followed your spine lower until he gripped your waist tightly.

"If it's restlessness your feeling little one, you know well enough I can satisfy your hunger."

    You giggled mischievously and moved to straddle the handsome Zabrak while he hummed in appreciation. That afternoon you didn't care who heard the both of you while your master satisfied your thirst. Thoroughly distracted from Vizsla and Kataan currently plotting against you on the other side of camp.

 "So, let me get this straight." Bo's face twisted in disgust. "You want to execute the two males but somehow convince the girl to join you in your rule."

Vizsla stopped in his tracks, a smirk on his face.

"Yes, she's beautiful, she's powerful, she would make a wonderful queen." Bo groaned.

"You want to kill her master. You really think she will forgive that and ally herself to you?" She might be a ruthless bitch but she wasn't stupid. "I think your letting your cock get the better of you. She seems quite loyal. Suspiciously a little too loyal. I’d be willing to bet there is more that meets the eye when it comes to their relationship.”

"She's a Sith, if she's anything like her compatriots she craves power. If I can defeat her master and his brute of a brother, I have no doubt her loyalty will shift to me. We're going to execute them anyway. It's still part of the original plan."

She wasn't totally convinced but conceded nonetheless.

"If you say so boss." She shrugged and nonchalantly strode off to continue preparations for the siege.

#maul fluff #star wars maul #maul x reader #maul x y/n #swtcw #swtcw x reader #swtcw au #sith #maul x sith apprentice #darth maul #savage opress #sith warrior #star wars #maul x apprentice reader

[justalittletomato]

I just love your smaul stuff do much!

May I suggest: Bath time for little Maul?

Like he probably only is allowed to shower or clean up very rarely? And with cold water probably. And Starlight and Savage see he is dirty (probably full of frosting or flour from baking cupcakes) and prepare a bath for him. In a real bathtub with warm water and stuff that smells so nice and soft towels and starlight cleaning his horns so softly and delicately and he is not sure what to make of this because everything is just so soft and smelling so nice and he just keeps purring uncontrollably and yeah

That's just my idea🙈

🥺🥺 awwww it’s sounds so sweet but also so sad!!!

Maybe instead of the frosting or flour he was just having a fun day and playing around, as children should. Maybe climbing and running about falling a bit in the dirt. by the time he realizes it he is covered in dirt and dust. 

He frowns. He’s either going to have to stick like this or clean up. Looking at the expressions of Starlight and Savage he knows he is going to have to clean up. 

He asks that at least they make sure the water is dropped fast and can they at least give him a rag so he can make sure the grime comes off. Would it be possible if it was warm water? If its cold...well please make sure it doesn't get in my ears? I dont like the cold. 

It seems every time he makes the smallest requests the two get so quite and Maul is assured that they can much more than that. 

He is confused by the large basin and all the pipes. There’s lots of bottles with liquids that smell nice and there’s some fluffy “blankets”. 

There will be no cold water or rags. He is getting a bath. (probably will need a quick rinse before hand). 

Starlight and Savage showing Maul that the pipes bring in warm water into the tub. They make sure the water is to his liking which takes a bit of time as he keeps asking if he can have it just a bit warmer? Maybe just a bit more? 

Next is one of the bottles that Starlight says has bubbles. 

Well he has never heard of such a thing, but the liquid inside smells nice so it must be nice. Oh its even better! As soon as the water hits it theres a plethora of foam. Some of which blows up into the air. Those are bubbles! He tries to pour the whole bottle in so Savage has to take it. 

(Starlight might have poured some more in)  

So little Maul is plopped into the tub and immediately purrs. He likes baths! the water is nice and warm and smells so nice. The bubbles are fun to pop and Savage just scoops some up to put on Maul’s head. It is tradition. 

 Savage instructs Starlight how to help Maul wash his horns. Of course she is gentle as can be and Maul is just leaning into her touch.  Especially as she massages between his horns, he almost falls asleep still purring away. 

little maul is unsure to how process this. nothing has ever been like this. he’s warm and cleaned up and smells so nice. 

Even better is that he doesn't have to hope he dries off fast as he is wrapped in ever so fluffy towels. Again Starlight being so careful with his horns and nuzzles his nose with hers. “Did you like your bath?” 

Maul just smiling and purring as loud as can be. He loved it! 

#smaul #smaul gets a bath and again the writer gets sad #maul #deaged maul makes me fuzzy and sad

[danger-xylophones]

Family Reunion Part 7. The Child

{Masterlist}

Notes: I screwed up the timeline of Star Wars because I didn’t think about it so, sorry. 

Ps. I stan big-brother Therapist Opress

Warnings: Swearing, reader is a panicky mess for a little bit, some suggestive language

Words: 3246

Taglist: @and-claudia // @tararuthven // @ravenclawlegacy // @noiralei // @pinkiemme // @darthsmol

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Forever 

Forever indeed. It felt like Maul had been gone for forever. You hadn’t seen him in two months and they were some of the most excruciating months you’d ever lived through. What made it worse were the few and far between calls late at night that only made your aching for your unofficial husband grow. You were legitimately becoming concerned for as the time stretched on without contact, you began to feel sicker. Was it possible to get sick from missing someone? Is that what people meant when they described someone as ‘lovesick’? 

“Y/n, are you sure you are alright?” Ki-Adi’s voice shook you to the core as you were forced to refocus on the fact that you were currently in the middle of a duel with him. Your master had lowered his saber, one hand held up to stop you from pressing your advantage while he questioned you. 

“I’m fine, Master.” The reply was immediate and spoken without thought. You knew you were just being dramatic and that your life had to go on when Maul wasn’t around. You were to become a Jedi. He was a Sith Lord. Divergence from each other was what founded your relationship and when that manifested in not seeing each other for months, you had to learn to deal with it. The whole ‘feeling sick because my husband isn’t here to hold me’ thing was getting old fast. 

Your husband....gods, those words didn’t seem real. Legally binding or not, the fact of the matter was that you had married Maul in total secrecy two months ago. You could remember the moment he claimed you as his wife so clearly that on the most lonely nights it seemed to become the only thing that was real and untainted by hypocrisy, hubris, and politics. The knowledge that you were the only one who would ever know the feel of Maul’s hands on your hips, or the gentle nudge of his nose against your own as he pressed his lips to yours, or even how solid he felt when buried in-

You internally shook your head. Yes, the knowledge that you were the only one that would ever know how any of that felt was...intoxicating. And you were selfish. Maul’s love was a drug and you were the only one that had access to it. 

“Are you sure? You seem very distracted.” Ki-Adi continued, blocking the strike you levied at his side. 

“I’m. Fine.” You seethed, frustrated at your mind for wandering and at your body for how poorly you were fighting. 

Ki-Adi sheathed his saber and raised an eyebrow at you, hands finding a place clasped behind his back. He was disappointed. You sighed and sheathed your green saber as well, already preparing for the inevitable lecture. “I do not believe you, Y/n. You haven’t been acting like yourself since we returned from negotiations on Toydaria.” Ki-Adi stepped forward to grasp your shoulder, communicating his concern more clearly than his perpetually calm voice would allow. “Did something happen?” 

You shifted on your feet, knowing you would have to lie. There was no way you could tell him that you were lovesick but you could explain the physical symptoms your predicament had manifested. “No, master, nothing happened. Just...I don’t know how to explain it.” You carded a hand through your hair briefly. “For the past few weeks, I haven’t felt...like myself?” You tried, looking into your master’s calm face. 

Ki-Adi’s brows furrowed. There was no condemnation in his eyes, only curiosity. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean...I can’t remember the last time I got a good night’s worth of rest. For some reason, certain smells have been bothering me lately, I’m so tired all the time-yesterday I passed out in the library and Madame Jocasta had to walk me to my room because I couldn’t walk more than a few steps without feeling nauseous.” You let out an angry huff directed at the strange reactions your body was having to the absence of Maul. “But, every time I’ve considered going to the healers to see what is going on, the symptoms vanish.”

Ki-Adi was quiet for a moment as he digested the revelation. “Do you know what might be causing these reactions?” He eventually asked, taking a seat in the middle of the mat you had been fighting on. You followed his lead, sticking your chin in one hand and propping your elbow on your bended knee while your free hand toyed with a rogue string on your robe. You shook your head, eyes boring into the ground. “Are you, perhaps, nervous for the Trials?” 

You shook your head again, straightening up. “No, I mean...I am just a bit nervous but I know that these reactions aren’t originating from that. I was more nervous about making my second lightsaber and this never happened.” Your stomach gave an almighty lurch all of a sudden which caused you to clasp your hand over your mouth, the other shooting to your stomach. But, just as quickly as it had come upon you, the sensation vanished leaving you and your perplexed master. You groaned in frustration, almost wishing you would just vomit so that whatever was going on would cease. Ki-Adi sent you a sympathetic frown, helping you to your feet. “If I may forgo discretion, master?” He hummed to tell you it was alright. “I spoke with Luminara Unduli and she posited that it could just be an intense bout of pms. Which would make sense…” Because I’m late…Like,...two months late. And with that realization, a whole new plethora of issues became very likely possibilities. No, no...we...Maul and I aren’t even the same species. That can’t happen...or can it? Zabraks are classified as Near-human. In theory, we could...no, no. 

“Hmm, this is troubling. May I suggest that you go to the healers, Padawan? Even if Master Unduli is correct, I think it would be wise to receive confirmation.” Ki-Adi, ever tranquil in his approach, thankfully rescued you from the spiraling panic now coiling in your chest. “Come, I will escort you there.” 

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“Y/n?” Savage’s rumbling baritone voice pulled you back to reality and you suddenly realized that you had been zoned out for a very long time. When had you started deep cleaning the ship? Looking away from the floor of the cockpit you had started diligently scrubbing, you met the towering zabrak’s questioning gaze as he leaned against the doorway. “Are you alright? You’ve been cleaning incessantly since you woke up.”  

Briefly letting your eyes flicker over the various cleaning supplies strewn around you, you shrugged, mouth feeling dry. “I...I guess.” With a little more focus, you returned to scrubbing, eager for some distraction. “I’ve just...been lost in thought, I guess.” 

“I noticed.” Savage stated bluntly whilst crossing his arms. “I’m worried about you, sister.” You paused at his words, momentarily closing your eyes as you collected yourself. You could hear him approaching, long strides echoing around the small area as he neared until he crouched next to you and gently worked the rag out of your hands. “You have not been yourself for the past few days.” Your eyes snapped open and slid to the side to meet Savage’s gaze. His brow was worked into a frown and one of his large hands was hesitantly reaching out, as though he was unsure if he was allowed to console through touch. 

Opting to let him in, you reached out and grabbed his hand. “I’m afraid seeing Maul in this state has...drained me. I just needed a reprieve and I guess shutting down was the way I went about achieving that.” As you spoke, you let your thumbs dig into his palm while you used him as an anchor. “And,” glancing around Savage to see into the makeshift sleeping area the three of you had set up, you took note of how Wild was still completely passed out which made it safe to make your confession, “and it isn’t helped by the lying on my end. I want to tell Wild the truth, but I’m terrified of how he’ll react. He’s lived his whole life believing his father to be dead. What will he do when he finds out that he’s not and that he was, in fact, a Sith Lord? I don’t want him to go into shock over it but how the hell am I supposed to adjust him to the idea organically?” You muttered more to yourself than to Savage who was still patiently crouched next to you, happily lending an ear. 

Savage’s breathing was the only thing you could hear, low and steady like the breath of a mythical beast. It was soothing to hear something other than your own panicked thoughts. “I wish I knew how to help you, Y/n. I care for Wild and I care for you too. The three of you are the only kin I have left.” He sighed and finally took a seat beside you, still allowing you to toy with his hand. 

“I hadn’t thought about that...how are you holding up?” You tried carefully, releasing Savage’s hand when he gently tugged it away from you. 

“Not well, if I am to be completely honest. Though-I have the benefit of not remembering what Maul used to be like.” Savage’s voice dropped to barely above a whisper. 

Not entirely sure where to go from here, you opted to voice the most pressing anxiety that plagued you without ceasing. “Do you really think Mother Talzin will be able to help him?” 

“Help him? No. Bring back Darth Maul? Yes.” 

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“Padawan L/n, these results are...most concerning.” The words falling from the Mirialan healer are...disconcerting which causes you to sit up, propping yourself on your elbows as you rise from the bed to watch her movements. 

“Why?” You ask, sitting up a little further as your panic makes a resurgence. “What’s wrong? What do they say?” She didn’t reply nor did she turn to look at you as she raised a hand and flicked her fingers in unison to beckon you over. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and walked over to the screen that was displaying the results of the full-body scan she had run to pinpoint the epicenter of your troubles. The particular area of interest was a position that was decidedly not your stomach like you thought it would be. Oh no. “W-...what does that mean?” You asked, trembling. Your throat was swiftly closing up as you continued to stare at the red circle that blinked placidly above your uterus. 

“Y/n, you know what it means. Coupling the scan with your other symptoms, I think the issue is impossible to deny or misinterpret.” The Mirialan was bristling as she spoke, the sympathy draining from her voice with every word till it was sucked dry of any humanity. “I must inform the council immediately.” 

Inform the...shit. Whirling around faster than you thought humanly possible and leaping over the bed, you practically tackled the healer to keep her from leaving the room. “Dariada, listen to me. I don’t know how this happened.” You attempted to explain, hands grasping her left forearm in a vice. 

She made a noise of utter indignation that echoed in your head. “You don’t-how could you not know?! You slept with a man, Padawan L/n, that’s how this happened. You broke the code! They’ll expel you from the order for this!” She was livid. 

“They could if I had broken the code! But I didn’t! I didn’t sleep with anyone!” Liar. Liar. This baby’s mother is a liar. Maul, fuck, where are you? One hand shot to your front, gently laying over where your womb was. “There was no one. I swear.” 

“That doesn’t happen, Y/n. You had to have slept with someone.” Dariada shot back, hood dangerously close to flying off. Her vibrant green skin was a shade darker from the blood rushing to it in her anger. You had never liked Dariada, she was always far too self-righteous, but you liked her even less now. With what could only be described as a snarl, she wrenched her arm free and grabbed both of your wrists in an iron grip, already marching her way out of the hall and dragging you along with her. She held true to her word and informed the council of the...situation. 

Soon you were standing in the middle of the council members, begging for them to believe you that there had been no one. The lie felt like poison on your tongue, it seeped into your own system just as it flew at the council members. Plo Koon was the first to believe you. “I can sense much fear in you, padawan. Why?” The Kel Dor had asked amidst your muffled sobs. There was no hint of condemnation in his modulated voice, but, instead, compassion and empathy. 

“With all due respect, Master Plo, I just found out that I’m pregnant and I can’t even explain how it happened. I am not ashamed to admit I am terrified of what is to become of my baby.” You turned towards him, hiccuping and blubbering throughout your confession. 

“Only your baby?” Plo Koon asked, raising the ridge where his eyebrow would be. You were painfully aware of the gazes of each individual master on you. Ki-Adi’s was the heaviest of them all. 

With a swallow, you attempted to calm your nerves. Maul could help you. Maul would help you. You just had to get in touch with him. But what would his master do to him, to your baby? The tears began anew. “Only my baby. I can be expelled from the order and find a way to survive but what of them?” No answer was needed for your question. The implications were clear. 

“Padawan, approach.” Master Yoda’s voice called to you as he beckoned you closer with his three-fingered hand. His expression was unreadable. You did as he commanded and the old master closed his eyes and held his hand out in front of him when you were little more than a foot away from him. “A child of the Force, the babe is. Clouded is their future.” The grandmaster sighed heavily, letting his head and hand fall in time. “Expel her, we cannot. Powerful will the child be. We must not let either of them fall to the dark side.” Murmurs fell from the masters, sneaking past you as they slipped from loose lips. 

“But is she telling the truth, Master Yoda?” Master Tinn was the one to voice the question on all of their minds. 

“She has to be, Master Tinn.” It was Ki-Adi who spoke in your defense. “Dariada said that she was approaching nine weeks, in that time, the only instances where Y/n has left my sight was when she was in the temple. Y/n is predisposed to the light side and has never broken the code before, to assume that she would to this extent is unwise and unfair to my padawan.” You sent Ki-Adi a grateful smile as he rose from his chair and approached to stand beside you in front of his fellow masters. 

“What are you suggesting we do then, Master Mundi?” Mace Windu asked from your right. 

“Put Y/n’s training on hold and postpone the trials. We will keep her in the temple to watch over her and when the baby comes, I think it would be wise to look into training them.” Ki-Adi offered swiftly to muttered agreements. 

With a tap of his staff, Yoda called the room to him. “A wise decision that is, Master Mundi. Watch her closely, you must. Now,” He focused on you, eyes penetrating your defenses till his gaze seared into you, “fetch Master Qui-Gon Jinn, young padawan, know something of this occurrence, he might.” You dipped your head to bid the council farewell before skirting away from them. As you fled the meeting area, one thought remained. Where are you, Maul? 

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Maul was being a nuisance. You had gone into the cargo hold in search of more ration bars and thought that he had still been asleep. You were correct, he was still in the same place you had left him last night. Or he had been until Savage came stomping in after you and woke him up. Now, he was acting like a feral tooka; hissing and spitting at Savage while you, once again, trapped behind him. Savage had backed off with his hands up to show surrender but Maul hadn’t relented and you were rather fed up with it. “Savage, go get me a damp cloth, I’ll try to calm him down.” You ordered whilst nodding your head to Maul. Savage was eager to help calm his brother and so, swiftly backed out. 

Meanwhile, you worked to soothe Maul once more, delicately coaxing him to lay down with his torso across your lap. Gentle purrs rumbled in his chest while you worked your hand into the perpetually tense muscles in his back. Savage entered once more, quietly this time, and handed the cloth he had gotten to you. You used the rag to dab at the junctures of Maul’s body. You hoped the motion would be soothing. His fever had broken sometime during the night but you were still trying to ensure he was kept comfortable for the remainder of the journey. 

Before the silence could persist for much longer, Savage broke it as he leaned on some stacked crates across from you. “Did Wild mention the tattoos to you?” 

Looking away from Maul and to the door to the hold, you made sure the three of you were alone. “Yes, he told me he had been talking to you about Dathomir and the Nightbrothers.” You brought your gaze back to Savage who seemed a little hesitant to continue talking. 

“Did...did he tell you why?” You shook your head. Savage sighed heavily and slid down to be seated. “I’m afraid Wild suspects we are hiding something from him.” 

“I knew he’d start to.” You muttered under your breath, subconsciously gripping the cloth tighter. “Did he say anything?” 

Savage shook his head, “No, but he was asking a lot of questions regarding Maul. I answered as many as I could.”

“Wild’s always been perceptive, I knew we couldn’t hide this forever. But, did he tell you why he wanted more? He told me you had offered to help him.” 

The yellow zabrak groaned, pulling one knee up to use as an armrest as he averted his gaze to Maul who had taken to playing with your free hand. “All he said was that he could feel something coming, something monumental.” 

Your brows furrowed. That was...news. Why hadn’t he talked to you about this? Probably because you’ve been keeping secrets from him, you lying piece of-

The door suddenly slid open to reveal the boy of the hour. His...cold saffron eyes zeroed in on Maul before flicking away to Savage and then yourself. His face was stiff. “We’re approaching Dathomir, I took the liberty of starting landing procedures.” His voice was clipped and serious, more than it normally was. With one last glare at Maul, he turned and stalked towards the cockpit. 

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#darth maul #clone wars #tcw #star wars

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Somewhere in the Middle

Darth Maul x Jayna Dar, Darth Maul x OC

Light Smut, Pillow Talk, Fluff, Angst, Character Decontruction, Vulnerability

Summary: Jayna and Maul begin to discover just how alike they truly are and what that means for both of them in the future.

Warning: Mild NSFW elements

Word Count: 2.5K          

          Of all the things that came with working alongside Maul, this was certainly the one Jayna enjoyed the most.

           She let out a long moan.  The mounting pressure inside her was becoming almost unbearable as her nails dug deeper into the flesh of his back. 

          She could practically feel his smug smile against her ear. His grip tightened on her hips.  The headboard pounded hard against the wall, keeping in perfect time to the thrust of his cock.

           “That’s it little hunter,” he growled.  “I want to hear you. Moan.  Fucking beg for me.”

           She started to roll her eyes, but they changed course to the back of her skull the moment he found her G-spot.

           “Fuck yes,” she rasped.  “Right there. Don’t stop. Please!”

           He hummed in satisfaction picking the pace, hitting the same place over and over again.

           She unraveled in seconds, cumming hard and gasping with Maul following quickly behind.

           He collapsed on top of her.  For a moment, neither of them could move, their muscles still shaking from the pleasure of it.

           Finally, he let out a breath.  Kissing her shoulder, he slowly pulled away and rolled onto his back.

           The sudden rush of cool air woke Jayna from her post-orgasmic haze.  Her skin still buzzed, but at least now she could form coherent thoughts.  

           A smile came to her lips as she pushed her long dark hair out of her face. There really was no replacing a partner who could consistently make you cum.

           She felt Maul shift beside her.  The warmth of his body came back to her as he draped an arm across her torso and settled his lips to the crook of her neck.

           “What are you thinking now, little hunter,” he asked, nipping playfully at her skin.

           This was a side of Maul she had encountered on occasion.  Less so now after the death of Savage, but still a familiar face; one that could forget Death Watch and Crimson Dawn, and all the rest to focus on the present moment.  It was odd, but not unwelcome.  She might even say, she enjoyed it.

           “Just musing on the advantages of having a literal magic cock,” she said, airy. “You’d be surprised how many men claim to have one.”

           He chuckled.  It came from deep in his chest and sent a pleasant shiver through her.

           “And did any live up to their boasting?”

           “Of literal magic? No,” she answered.  “But not all of them needed it.”

           She morphed her lips into an almost wistful smile.  The effect was immediate.

           A low growl came from Maul’s throat.  Moving further up her body, he claimed her mouth, taking her bottom lip in his teeth and kissing her with a vengeance.  

           Jayna let him, reveling in the mixture of pain and pleasure that was his true specialty. This was the second thing she enjoyed; how easily she could get under his skin.

           He pulled away.  His breath hot and harsh against his lips as his hand rested almost lazily around her throat.  

           “I don’t think I need to hear the rest,” he said, his voice dark and utterly seductive.

           She couldn’t stop the lopsided smile. “You’re the one who asked.”

           His face took on an unamused expression as his thumb brushed against the column of her throat.  He didn’t put any extra pressure, just a subtle reminder.  

           Despite this, she smiled on, even rolling her eyes as if the hand around her neck wasn’t the same that had killed so many and for much less.

           “Fine,” she relented.  “We’ll save the “how many people have you slept with” conversation for another day.”

           His brow furrowed.  “Do we need to have that conversation?”

           She shrugged.  “Not necessarily.  If knowing I’ve slept with other people doesn’t bother you, the reverse doesn’t bother me.”

           He nodded in understanding, but the uncertain crease didn’t fully disappear.  

           “Does it bother you?” she prompted, curiously.

           He took a moment.  His hand moved away her neck and traced down her body with the smooth motions of an afterthought.

          “No,” he answered.  The word was spoken with such confidence she had to believe it.  Still, something clearly nagged at him.

           “Do you think it would bother me?” she asked.

           He shook his head.  “I rather doubt that.”

           “I take it, it’s a nice round number then,” she teased.  

           He averted his gaze.  If she didn’t know any better, she would have called his expression embarrassment.

           She quirked an eyebrow.  “Do you?”

           He scoffed but there was no denying it now. The intent to evade rippled out of him. Anyone with a pair of eyes and mild force sensitivity could feel it.

           “We don’t need to have this conversation,” he said, firmly. “I can’t see it benefiting either of us.” To make a point, he rolled back onto his back and away from her.

           Jayna wasn’t letting him get away that easily.  She moved toward him, draping her leg over his thigh, effectively pinning him under the weight of her body.  He could push her away if he really wanted to, but that would only make things worse for him.

           “Well now I am curious,” she said, enjoying herself thoroughly.  “Tell me, how many beings has the great Lord Maul led to his bed?”

           He kept his mouth shut, looking directly at a specific part of the ceiling.

          She could practically hear the cogs turning in his mind as he decided how to answer.

           “Two,” he confessed, solemnly.

           Her eyes widened.  “Two? You mean two beside me?”

           “One,” he amended.  “I was brought back to Dathomir when I came of age. One of the Nightsisters took me to her bed.  It was part of the ritual symbolizing my transition into manhood.”

           She blinked, her mouth forming a perfect “o” in surprise.

           “Surely it can’t be that shocking,” he said, defensively.

           “Yes,” she countered, easily. “Believe me when I say, I would not have guessed.”

           His lips pressed into an annoyed line, still refusing to look at her.

           She gave a dry laugh before shifting so her lips hovered over his own. “Personally, I’d take it as a compliment.”

           “Would you?”

           She hummed a yes. Reaching out a hand, she traced her fingers along his jaw line, taking special care at the edge between the red and black of his skin. “The Nightsisters may have taken your virginity, but that’s not exactly experience.  I can’t say I’ve met many men who can make a woman cum on only their second try.”

           He let out an airy laugh.  “And you’ve been with enough to know?”

           “Only my share.”

           He met her gaze with a raised eyebrow.  “And how many men would you consider your share?”

           “Just men?” she countered wryly.

           “Beings then.”

           She laughed, before looking away, allowing herself time to run the numbers.  

           “Well I will say they’re a bit skewed considering my current position,” she said, thinking aloud. “Do you want the numbers of just the past year or…”

           Maul cursed as he dropped his head back dramatically.  “Impossible woman.”

           “I am,” she agreed.

           “Insatiable.”

           “Of course.”

           He shook his head in frustration. “Doesn’t that go against your Jedi code?”

           She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I think it’s pretty clear I’m not much of a Jedi. Besides you’re one to talk.  I thought the Sith were all about indulging their passions.”

           “Yes and no.”

           Her eyes narrowed.  Carefully, she crawled just a little further onto his body as if to make sure he couldn’t get away.  “Oh, you can’t just leave it at that.”

           He met her eyes.  For a brief moment, she thought he might refuse her, given his guarded expression. But then something shifted.  A small spark appeared and Jayna had to wonder who, if anyone, he had spoken to about the Sith besides his own master.  

          “Passion is the foundation on which the Sith are built,” he admitted. “Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power.  Through power, I gain victory.  Through victory, my chains are broken.  The force shall set me free.”

          Something warm and unknown seeped into her veins at the words.  Like hearing a familiar prayer. She became aware of the arms wrapped around her body.  One hand held her by the waist keeping her pressed against him while the other trailed the line between the back of her leg and inner thigh.  She shuttered involuntarily at his touch.  She doubted this was what the Jedi meant by seduction to the Dark side, but it was certainly effective.

          “The purpose of passion is strength through the force,” he continued, staring deep into her eyes as he did. The timbre of his voice was dark and secretive, but not directed completely at her.  It was as if he was fighting something within himself as his grip tighten around her skin. “Physical passion sates the body, but it does not strengthen the will. In some way, it lessens it.”  

           Her throat was dry. Her mind spun at how his words and actions contradicted each other so completely.

          “How so?” she managed.

          He took breath.  His eyes closed.  The grip on her skin loosened and he seemed to come back in control of himself. “The possibility of love becomes a risk,” he answered, opening his eyes again. “My Master warned me of its dangers; how love could force one to lose oneself in another, how it weakens you, and forces you to give up your own power.”

          She expected him to push her away but he kept her close, caught between the words and something else he refused to give voice.

          “True power cannot be attained if you are not fully your own,” he finished, keeping his gaze fixed directly into hers.

          She met him, still not able to fully understand.

           “You talk about loving another person as if it’s selfless.”

           “Isn’t that what the Jedi taught you?” he countered.

           She shook her head. “They taught me the only safe way to love was through compassion; impersonal and dispassionate.”

           Now it was his turn to be confused. “But aren’t Jedi encouraged to care about one another?”

          “Of course,” she said, “but compassionately. Loving just one person is inherently selfish. Yours and their happiness takes priority above all others and the fear and anger that comes with the inevitability of losing them becomes overpowering.”

          She looked away unsure of how she felt about the lessons coming out of her own mouth. They were no her experience with love. In truth the way Maul described it felt closer to her reality than what she had been taught. Still she continued on.

          “For a Jedi, love isn’t weakness, it’s destruction.”

          Maul’s hand came to her cheek, turning her back to face him.

           “You were taught to fear it’s power,” he murmured.  He spoke the words not as a confirmation of her experiences, but of his own.

            “And you were taught to fear it’s control.”

           The realization came over them slowly.  Both their masters, the Sith and the Jedi taught them to fear the aspect of love which gave strength to the other.

           Jayna wanted to laugh. It was all just another form of control. Whether or not they could love, how they did it and why; it was all about keeping them in line with their Master’s will.

          “You have to wonder if they made it all up,” she said, dryly.

           Maul didn’t look nearly as contemptuous as she did.  His fingers traced her skin absently as he remained deep in thought.

           “Perhaps,” he said, softly. “Or perhaps they were both right and the truth lies somewhere in the middle.”

           She titled her head curiously to the side. “Bold words for a Sith to agree with a Jedi.”

           He shook his head.  Moving away from her face, he ran his fingers down the length of her soft hair.

           “I don’t know if that word applies to me anymore,” he whispered.  “Not in the way it once did.” His eyes stayed on hers as he let his fingers absently play with the tips of her hair.  

          She held the soft gasp pressing at her lips.

          This was probably the most intimate she had ever been with anyone, even more than when he had been inside her just moments ago. The way he was looking at her made her heart race. She couldn’t remember if anyone had ever looked at her like that.  To be honest, she wasn’t even sure what it was.  All she knew was it both thrilled and terrified her. His touch had no other priority than the comfort of the gesture and his words spoke to an understanding.

          Both of them were something different from what they had been told to be. Something in the middle, however that presented itself.

           “I should go,” she heard herself saying.  It was instinctual, something she had developed over the years to keep herself from this exact situation.

           He didn’t let go, his eyes keeping her there just as firmly as his grasp.

           “Do you wish to go?” he asked.

           Her first instinct was to say no, but she couldn’t let herself say it.

           “Do you want me to stay?”

           He searched her face, trying to find that crack surely forming in her armor. “Only if you desire it.”

          She could feel her resolve fading.  If he had demanded she stay, it would have been easier.  Her instinct to run would be justified.  But he kept giving her to option to leave of her own free will.  She needed something, anything.

          “That doesn’t answer my question,” she said.

          He eyes softened, as if understanding what she was trying to do.  Cupping her cheek, he placed his final card on the table.

           “I want you to stay,” he confessed, with a vulnerability at made her heart ache. His thumb ran down her cheek, taking pause at the corner of her mouth. “Do you wish to go?”

           She broke.

          “No.”

          He let out a breath of relief before pressing his lips to hers.  The kiss was deep and aching and utterly unknown to either of them.  But it was the truth.  

          He pulled away, keeping a ghost of a touch against her mouth.

           “Then stay.”

           She nodded, unable to do anything else.  Slowly, she moved further down, allowing her head to rest against his chest.

           He held her there in a way she didn’t think him capable of.  She had felt his passion, his anger, his fear, his annoyance, his amusement, and even some happiness.  But this was different.  It was vulnerable and raw.  And if that was how he felt pressed against her, she can only imagine how she felt to him.

           It was terrifying.  He or she or both of them could regret it in the morning.  But as she drifted off the sleep with the sound of both his hearts in her ears, she knew deep down, she would need to change her list of things she enjoyed.

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[libradusk]

Touch Starved | Savage Opress

Word Count: 2,895

Pairing: Savage Opress x Reader

Summary: You finally crack and end up voicing a suggestion that’s been brewing for a while now, maybe it’s the night air that charges the situation more than you intended.

warnings: mentions of bodily harm and tattooing + needles. Otherwise, just good old yearning and fluff!

part of the Touch Starved miniseries

He never smiled.

The thought struck you one evening as you’d stared over your drink in the crowded, backwater cantina. It had become a regular haunt for you and the Zabrak brothers, ever since you had become entwined in their navigation of the galaxy’s underworld. He had sat unflinchingly stiff across from you, saffron eyes forever trained over Maul’s shoulder even as he sipped his own ale, tense and poised to snap the moment an unruly patron stumbled too close to where you all had poured over the cracked screen of a stolen data pad.

Savage Opress never showed much emotion in general really, remaining stone faced and apathetic towards most anything that didn’t strike the furnace of his temper. Since your first meeting he had always preferred to step backwards and allow his more talkative younger brother handle diplomacy, and even weeks later into your working relationship he had remained politely aloof at best and irritated at worst. He just seemed… empty, intelligent yet gullible and loyal to his brother to a fault at the best of times, but still so lost beneath the glares and the wall of muscle and armour.

You were just their accomplice by association, their guide to navigating the underbelly of the black market - not there to ask questions beyond what taste of freedom they could possibly offer you when all was said and done - how they could liberate you from the rotten depths of it all. Really, you had no reason to take such an interest in the taller brother, but there was something about him that sparked something within you, that constantly wrestled against your better judgement.

Whether it was pity, empathy, morbid fascination or something even deeper, you didn’t truly know - nor were you initially prepared to dig through the darker complications of your inner voice to do so.

Whatever it was, you were drawn to him further than what your line of duty - if you could really ever call it that - commanded you to be.

Somehow, over time and slotted snugly between covert operations and what little downtime he allowed himself - your gentle persistence seemed to work, Savage cracked just enough for you to scrutinise beyond the harsh line of his sneer. What you discovered proved to be more troubling than you had envisioned possible.

Savage Opress was a fragile soul - hollow and uncanny in the way he wore skin that did not quite fit him - that did not fit with who he was beneath it, who he used to be. You knew he had endured hardship - he sported the same scars of abuse you had seen countless times over plastering the slaves in the marketplace, and that branded the souls of tortured assassins as they drowned their demons in cheap ale and blood money. The trauma hid deeper than the ink that patterned his flesh, suffocated with fluctuating success behind his dedication to his kin, and the desire to reclaim power that had been stolen from them both.

Yet he still flinched at any touch of your skin against his own when you sparred, recoiling as if you had stabbed him with his own blade when you thoughtlessly placed a friendly hand against his forearm in the busy cantina. It broke your heart to think that you had contributed to the pain festering within him, the shame boiling your blood each time you witnessed that all-too-familiar flicker of panic dance across his eyes for a moment before it was bitten back behind a surly frown once more.

The underworld constantly reminded you that it was birthed through suffering - it only flourished through the agony of those that convulsed through its veins.

The alleyway fumes began to strangle you ever more tightly after that.

You thought you were dreaming the night he finally touched you. He had hauled you to your feet following your training session with such force, that for a horrible second you thought he was preparing to break you over his knee with the action. Savage’s fist had dwarfed your own as he had locked it around your wrist, and despite the frantic motion that had threatened to dislodge your shoulder from its socket, his actual hold on you had been uncharacteristically delicate. He’d seemed as shocked as you then, and while the memory pulled a shy smile from you now, at the time you had been too flabbergasted by the gesture to voice anything outside of wide-eyed disbelief as you stared up at the tall Zabrak.

When he had returned the flustered smile that blossomed across your heated face with a small twitch of his own lips, you had truly been convinced it was all some romanticised fabrication resulting from hitting your head after he had swept your feet from under you.

But he began to smile at you a lot more after that - it was always a little unsure, shy even, but it suited him all the same - like it should always have felt at home on his face.

The ghost of it played at the corner of his lips now, the light of the campfire softening the harsh lines of his face further as you sat together just outside his ship. Maul had long retired for the night, leaving just the two of you to watch as the embers flickered and grappled amidst the blackened wood. Despite the perceived serenity of the scene, you were nervous. You had long since noticed that the tattoos decorating his right forearm, though usually hidden beneath his armour, appeared faded and mottled with scar tissue. The extent of the damage was particularly glaring now, as he rested beside you in a short sleeved tunic that highlighted the swell of his arms. Even in the gentle lighting, whatever harm had been inflicted on him by his old “master” had long since twisted the sienna lines into a warped yellow-grey mess across the surface of the limb.

Scars were a commonplace sight across the underworld - some even viewing them as a mark of experience amongst the darker professions that thrived here - yet there was something about seeing them marred across the skin of someone you had grown to care for with increasing intensity that turned your stomach with anger.

You had taken a private trip to the marketplace not long after you had first caught sight of them, vowing to yourself, as you bartered your way to a rudimentary tattoo kit, that if you were ever to meet the person that had defiled him you would gut them yourself.

Now the little bag of equipment dug stubbornly through your pocket and into your thigh as you shifted in place, mulling over how best to voice your suggestion to the Zabrak. Would he be offended? Enraged? Would he even be willing to have your hands on him for as long as it took for you to retouch his tattoos? The shadows surrounding you bloated with your anxiety, swelling and looming ever more menacingly with each twitch of your knee.

“Speak.”

Savage’s stern bellow cut through the charged silence, commanding your attention and silencing the buzz of your thoughts in one fell moment.

Your eyes find his as they stare down at you, their supernatural glow glinting beneath his dark lids.

Like melted starfall, a pretty Theelin cantina-owner had once described them as such. Though she had obviously been attempting to butter the brothers up to spend more at her bar, the comment had stuck with you to this day.

Suddenly you felt incredibly tiny in their spotlight.

Spots of light stain your vision as you raise your head, and you realise that your gaze must have previously fixated on the glare of the fire pit for longer than you thought. Hurried fingers reach to rub at your face in an aim to refocus your vision. Savage’s face rests in an expression which is at once soft but unreadable as you blink up at him.

It's one he wears often these days, when it's just the two of you.

“You only make that face when you have something you wish to ask, so ask it.”

His speech is as straightforward as ever, but the Nightbrother’s tone is softer now, voice purposefully smooth and steady as he folds his hands in his lap and leans to sit back up straight. You can't help but curse inwardly at how quickly he has become able to read you, noting that your poker face must be losing its touch.

You allow a sigh of defeat to pass between you before fishing the kit out of the confines of your cloak pocket, your idea and reasoning spilling out along with it.

Savage’s face remains unmoving for your entire garbled confession and you contemplate hauling yourself to the nearest cantina to drink away the prickling embarrassment currently spreading across your body. Maybe a bartender will take pity on you and wax poetic about your own features just to numb the humiliation of it all.

The heavy weight suddenly dropped across your lap halts you before you have a chance to spring to your haunches. You jump in your seat, heart instantly racing with an all too familiar surge of adrenaline sharpened from years of simply breathing the air in the epicentre of danger. Savage releases a breathy chuckle at your reaction, but the rigidity of the arm splayed out across your thighs doesn't go unnoticed by you, its fingers flexing around the air in clear apprehension. The sight tugs at your heart uncomfortably and manifests itself in a sigh even as the brief panic fades.

“You don’t need to feel obliged, Savage - I can promise you now that it’ll be no masterpiece.”

The words are hollow and you both know it, but there is truth behind it nonetheless - an invitation to back away if it's too overwhelming a suggestion for him to handle. His eyes search yours again and this time your gaze remains steadfast. You note then, how the campfire paints across his skin in a sunset spectrum and suddenly the heat of his arm against you flares to a burn. His fingers continue to ripple over each other almost rhythmically for a moment as his eyes gloss over in thought, it’s a habit of his that became apparent to you early into your partnership - one that had served as a rare glimpse into his inner anxiety back when he’d remained otherwise unreadable. The muscles across his neck and upper body are pulled tight despite the lax position he's settled himself in, and a sizeable part of you now fights the urge to gingerly push him away and coax him to return to his quarters for the night.

His painted lips part to interrupt you once more, the glint of his teeth catching the thought before it could be tempted to coerce you into running once more.

“...Tattoos are important between Nightbrothers,” his voice rumbles like thunder, it stirs across your ribs even as he breaks your gaze to whisper into the embers of the fire pit, “-having another apply them for you is the ultimate sign of trust in our culture.”

The confession winds itself around your heart and thickens the words in your throat until all you can do is wordlessly reach for the pouch of tools and ink between you both.

Savage doesn’t so much as blink when the needle pierces across his flesh, but his complacency does little to prevent your own face from twisting to a cringe each time you cut into a particularly nasty patch of scarring. He has never properly spoken to you of his kin, aside from Maul that is. You had learnt early into meeting them both that raising the topic of family only served to darken the older Zabrak’s brooding, and you had never dared to pry further after that. Yet as you trace the hooked lines cascading down his arm, you can’t help but wonder how many times he has sat through this treatment before - no doubt by hands who’s skill extends beyond merely giving the odd stick-and-poke to an acquaintance within the brotherhood circuit.

The bare expanse of his skin is warm under your hands, apparent even through the barrier of medical gloves sheathing your fingers. It's different to Maul’s however, who’s penchant for going shirtless had often resulted in you brushing up against his heated flesh in the cramped conditions of the bars and marketplaces you visited. You knew Zabraks ran a higher temperature than most other beings, that much was common knowledge - but Savage’s skin was boiling even in comparison to that. However you couldn't ignore that it also left you feeling unnaturally cold each time you pulled away to refill the needle, as if there was something other than just blood stirring beneath its surface. You had been ignorant to how strange the sensation was before, but now as he sat at your mercy there was no escaping it for either of you.

Still, you fought back the shivers that threatened your hand and finished the job to completion, fuelled by affection than ran much deeper than any surface level discomfort ever could.

The campfire had shrunk to a simmer by the time you finally set down the needle. Savage remained motionless even as you let out a satisfied sigh, golden eyes glowing warmly in the moonlight. They retain their hold on your figure even as he takes a moment to flex his freshly inked arm. It requires a great deal of self-restraint to hold back your own from wandering over the broad expanse of his bicep as he rolls out the fatigue rusted across his joints.

“Wait-” your voice is barely above a hurried whisper, yet it seems to echo through the midnight air with a force that makes you both startle - you realise then that neither of you have really spoken the entire time it's taken to ink his arm.

“I need to disinfect and bandage it,” you hold up the small bottle of rubbing alcohol to punctuate your concern, pairing it with what you hope comes off as a casual smile.

Why did your mouth feel like it was stuffed with cotton? The task was done, yet your throat felt so tight it almost hurt to swallow.

“Besides, can’t have you ruining my hard work by stuffing them straight back into your armour straight away, can I?”

Your words, though much less polished than you would have liked them to be, seem to ease the Nightbrother all the same. Savage lets out a grunt of agreement and settles closer to you this time. Another shudder creeps down your spine as his shoulder brushes against your own, the heat continuing to ripple from his body despite the chill of the night having long since settled around you.

Gently, you take hold of his wrist and stretch out the expanse of his forearm across your knees once more. You can feel the muscles contract under your firm touch, as well as the subtle intake of air that grazes past your ear as Savage leans over beside you.

He jolts violently the moment you drag the disinfectant-soaked rag across his flesh, and for a moment you’re gripped with the fear you’ve hurt him, flinching away and almost knocking the bottle over with your foot in the process. There's a beat before he apologises in a voice far too small for a being of his statue. The surprise in your gut gives way to the electric flutter of butterflies as you become all too aware of the warmth of his palm clutching at your knee.

He nods for you to continue as you glance upwards to his face once more. If he can see the flush that has settled across your cheeks in darkness, he doesn't react to it.

His own eyes are preoccupied with following the path of your knuckles as you gently swipe the cloth in smooth motions across the raised patterns on his skin.

“...There.” The comment is mostly spoken to yourself rather than Savage as you wind the dressing around his forearm, but he thanks you all the same in that smooth voice of his.

The shadows have blanketed further now, yet even in the dying light, they no longer seem threatening.

You hold his arm to your face for a while longer. Your eyes are beginning to sting in the low lighting now, but you’re certain that despite your tiredness you could easily trace each and every line on his arm from memory across the bandage concealing them.

Perhaps it's the sleep deprivation that provokes you to edge forward between your fingers and place a chaste kiss against the exposed marigold skin of his wrist.

At least that's what you settle to tell yourself as you pull back, the sharp sting of rubbing-alcohol clinging to your lips.

Perhaps it's just because he looks so wistful.

Perhaps it's just because you’ve wanted to do it for a while now.

His face wears a new expression then - not a smile, but one you think you might like even a bit more. It's slack-jawed and shy, but also paints his face in thinly veiled peachy delight that even seems to brighten the sickly yellow-green bruising beneath his tired eyes.

You make a note to tip the stall owner the next time you pass through the market.

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[fallenrepublick]

The night brothers being unsure if you want them to touch you or even just be physically close to you in the beginning of the relationship 🥺🥺🥺

And you constantly have to reassure them or make the first move yourself at first before they get more confident in your comfort and desire for them 🥺🥺🥺 in a sexual way, yes, but also just in general... I picture Savage being the most hesitant to touch you or stand too close at first, he’s so used to people cringing away from him 😭😭😭 the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable in any way

I also feel like they’d all have an extreme value for enthusiastic consent at all times. Even for mild things like hand holding or sitting close beside you, at least in the beginning. They know what it feels like to have other people use their bodies however they see fit without any consent... none of them ever want you to feel obligated to share yours without your explicit, vocal desire.

God yes this is so true, no question

Maul, back when everything was still new, when he couldn't believe he actually made it as far as he did, he simply... wouldn't touch you. At all. There would be moments where he almost did, nearly placing his hand on your shoulder or upper arm, but caught himself, curling his fingers in and drawing his hand back as if nothing happened.

For a bit, you wondered if it was you, if there were something about you that he didn't like, didn't want to feel. But it couldn't be, for every time you touched him, your hands on his face, or arms wrapped around his waist, he would lean into it willingly, would fall into gentle purrs that would last long after you've let go. And after some thought... you remembered what he was raised to think about his desires.

You'll have to ease him into it, then. Instead of your usual initiation, you hold out your hand. He looks to you, almost expectantly, and waits.

"You want... me to..."

And you nod, hand still outstretched.

"Why?"

Your head tilts, you still wait. A step forward. "Because I love you."

But Savage is much more hesitant about even being too close to you unless you've directly made your way there. When he walks by you, he manages to leave at least a meter between the two of you, which... doesn't make for great connection if you can believe it.

And in this case, you ask him, "Why won't you touch me?" You say it almost offended, a touch of sadness, wondering if you'd done something wrong, if this were all out of regrets that he was too quiet to rectify.

But he turns his head away, ashamed of the truth, yet hating that he's caused you pain. "I could hurt you," he says quietly, believing such a thing without a doubt in his mind.

Your sadness turns to disbelief, shaking your head with every bit of strength you have. "You won't hurt me, I promise you won't."

"If you aren't prepared, if... if I do..."

"Savage," you seek his attention, his eyes on you. He obliges, as he always has. "I want you to touch me. Whenever you need it. I want you near me."

And slowly, bypassing his hesitation, his fear, he reaches out, finding your fingers to interlock with his. A smile. A good start.

And Feral does this more so because it was what he was taught. Now, that doesn't mean he's bought into it, as everyone who's anyone knows well that Nightsister rules don't track anywhere else, but it's instinct by now. No touching. The other party will instruct if it's what is meant to happen.

So that's a rule he abides by. You chalk it up to nervousness initially, but the way he clasps his hands behind his back usually and condenses his stance just doesn't sit right.

"Are you... alright?" you ask vaguely, hoping to get something out of the question.

"Why wouldn't I be?" is the response, his shoulders still tight.

"You just seem..." You try to find the word. "Reserved. Like you would rather not touch me. Is there... a reason?"

"N-No! Well... Or... yes, but it's not you, it's... It's... I'm not exactly supposed to..."

His expression shifts, features contorted into a frown, remembering the rules, what happened if they weren't followed. It's painful how obvious it is, how much still remained with him.

You hold out your palm, fingers spread, straight and direct. He glances at it, and then at you, who smiles. It's still initiation, yes, but you don't touch him. That part, he'll have to do himself.

Not wanting to keep you waiting, he lifts his hand, matching the position of your own, the warmth somehow feeling even kinder now than it had before.

"See? That wasn't so hard, right?"

[savagesbonergarage]

The Beginning

Maul x reader x Savage

Prompt: "Howdy, it's the anon who requested the Exploring headcanons. May I request a short fic explaining how reader met the boys?"

(a/n: Based on these headcanons. I hope this isn't too long! I tend to get carried away with these really easy so I'm sorry if it's not short enough 😅 I enjoyed this one! I hope you like it! And sorry for the delay! Warnings: none, I think? Maybe slight harassment, idk.)

Secondhand smoke wafted through the dank air of the cantina while the music blared and cups clanked, though there was no particular reason for celebration other than having survived the previous job to work again another day. The local bounty hunters were hogging the transmitters as per usual, all of them extra rowdy and extra desperate for a job that paid enough credits; not that you weren't in the same boat.

Although bounty hunting wasn't your forté, being the navigator for those who did prefer to do the dirty work simply wasn't cutting it lately. More often than not, your piloting skills were robbed by getting these drunk idiots somewhere safe on a particularly bad night. It was your own fault for being foolish enough to do it - but then again, you always were a diplomat at heart. No one else was looking after these nobodies, and truth be told you'd grown fond of their antics. Their constant alcohol-fueled advancements, not so much.

"Baby, you're so *hic* good to me," a drunken weequay slurred as he tugged on your arm, "you gotta let me kiss ya, ya know, ta say thanks."

"You smell like a hutt's refresher, Chev." Your retort didn't seem to phase him, no matter how hard you rolled your eyes. In fact, it only seemed to encourage him.

"A Hutt! Am I a powerful Hutt, like *hic* Jabba? Will you do a little dance for me, baby?"

His reply earned some muffled laughs from many of the men that were listening in, the newbies among them intrigued to see what kind of woman you were, and the regulars in anticipation for what was to come. You even caught a glimpse of Asajj's temporary gaze from her seat in front of you as she seemed ready to lend a hand, knowing that no one with any sense would dare to mess with her. You shot a reassuring look her way, your smirk enlightening her to your intentions as you removed the weequay's grip.

"Tell you what, Chev," you began, a light of hope going off in his face, "If you can steadily walk three whole laps around the bar, I'll do it."

He practically lept out of his skin, spilling his drink all over Embo's anooba which elicited a barrage of vicious growls from the creature, though it's owner held it back.

"Really? You'll *hic* dance for me?!"

You leaned in closer, feigning a silkiness in your voice.

"I'll do more than that."

Chev darted back up onto his feet with all the determination and resolve in the galaxy and fixed his wonky hat.

"I won't disappoint you, m'lady!"

He didn't make it seven steps in before he tripped over his own boot and crashed into the ground. You almost felt bad for leading him on like that, but it was for his own good. One of his buddies bent over to check on him and confirmed that he was down for the count, but okay. Endo mumbled something in his native language about how Chev was as sloppy with his drink as he was with his kills and that if it weren't for you doting on the more pathetic hunters in the area, there would be more jobs to go around. You reminded him of the times you had to rescue his own ass, and he kept quiet.

Still, you couldn't help but ponder the truth of his words. This profession wasn't for people like you, especially not in the service of bounty hunters and the like. Your heart was a little too big for the world of dubious credit-earning, and sympathy wasn't going to keep your ship running.

Your train of thought was broken by the sudden exciting activity surrounding the main transmitter.

"Whoa! A million credits?! Who is this Savage Opress?"

Asajj wasted no time in taking the target for herself, and no one objected. You did manage to get a glimpse of the man the well-paying bounty listed, however - a black and gold-skinned zabrak, with a countenance full of hate and the eyes of a predator. You were intrigued to say the least, and curious as to what kind of wrongdoings occurred to have that large of a bounty placed on his head. There was a pull that tugged at your chest the longer you stared at the holoprojection, as though the force itself were trying to tell you something. You weren't even sure if you believed in the force, but whatever this feeling was, it gradually became overwhelming. The moment Asajj left the vicinity you rose from your seat, determined to find the answers you sought.

*

I might actually be losing my mind this time, you thought as you sat in the cockpit of your ship, watching earnestly as Asajj's ship disappeared from view into the atmosphere. You had strategically placed an untraceable tracker beneath it before she flew off and it seemed to remain undetected the longer you waited, forcing you to commit to your actions. You didn't even know what you were trying to do exactly - steal the bounty from her? Simply follow her to the destination and wait for another sign?

A sigh escaped your lips as the tracker revealed her ships course on your display screen, the far planet of Raydonia coming into view. To head out that far into the galaxy after an infamous bounty hunter chasing a mysterious and likely dangerous bounty was nothing short of insane, and yet you guided your ship into space anyway. You wondered if you would ever spend a night in that cantina again.

You carefully navigated into the belsmuth sector without detection, making sure to maintain plenty of distance between you and Ventress' transport. By the time the lush planet of Raydonia came into view, she had already made contact with the planets surface a few minutes beforehand. You debated on whether or not you should also land your craft, or remain off-world until you had a better idea of what you were even out there for. Settling for the latter, you shifted power to your ships cloaking device and waited. Whether you liked it or not, that overwhelming feeling was telling you that whatever you were seeking would be coming to you - and no, you didn't particularly like it.

I should turn back. I have no desire to cash in on this job, assuming I would even succeed at it. There is... darkness. Maliciousness.

You swallowed as you watched a large vessel that appeared to be a turtle tanker exit Raydonia's atmosphere and a sharp jolt plunged into your chest. It was there, whatever it was. Something sinister. Your survival instincts begged you to flee, to live to work another day and avoid the sure danger that was aboard that freighter, and yet...

The cockpit of the tanker was ejected from the main vessel into space, and you sensed that Asajj wasn't successful in collecting the bounty. Was it your turn? Were you actually going to risk your life for such a dangerous job that you had no chance in hell of surviving? Your nails dug so hard into your arms that painful little half-moons littered your skin and your teeth clenched in frustration. Did you want to die?

Why am I attracted to this darkness? This evil? Why am I here? Maybe it will kill me, but...I have to know.

Your hands seized your ships controls and you pushed forward to the freighter, unsure of what to expect, and even more unsure of what the maelstrom in your heart was made up of. Your little vessel was small enough to dock against the side of the turtle tanker, latching on without a hitch. Any sensible person would absolutely not have done that, let alone shut off all power depriving yourself of any defenses or means of escape. Hell, maybe you did want to die.

Suddenly, you felt it. They sensed you the moment your transport connected to theirs.

There's more than one?

A burning crimson saber penetrated through the durasteel frame, sending sparking embers of warning your way as you left your seat and stood exactly in harm's way with your hands behind your back. The blade was making quick work of the metal, nearly completing a makeshift doorway into the unknown, however you remained unafraid. Against all odds, fear wasn't holding you back; not even after the giant durasteel puck came crashing down to reveal what you had apparently come all this way to find.

The wielder of the saber was none other than the large black and gold zabrak you had glimpsed back at the cantina and beside him was another of his kind, only with vermilion skin that ended at his torso, with strong metal droid-like appendages serving as his legs. They were a sight to behold, fearsome and clearly dangerous, and that darkness...

You didn't have much time to think before the larger of the two zabraks threw you over his shoulder and brought you into the freighter's cargo hold, then threw you down against a pile of shipping containers. You winced in pain yet remained fairly calm, even with the tip of the vicious giant's saber at your neck. His gaze met yours, those luminous golden orbs filled with the beastial rage and hate that served as any predators message to their prey before they were killed. Strangely, it fascinated you. If what was in your heart was reflected in your own eyes, there was no acknowledgment of it in his.

"Savage, who is this?"

Your attention moved to the crimson zabrak at the sound of his surprisingly sultry voice as he moved closer, though it was laced with the intentions of a killer. The darkness enveloped him like a veil of blackness, as though he had been molded by it. For all you knew, maybe he had been. These men likely weren't going to let you leave this vessel alive. The man called Savage uttered a resounding growl, once again making you aware of the deadly weapon at your throat.

"I don't know, brother."

He dug his strong hand into your shoulder and pulled you closer to the hot blade, your skin burning in anticipation.

"Why are you here?"

Your voice was firm, but quiet.

"I wish I knew."

Your answer wasn't satisfactory enough, and Savage grabbed you by the throat and pressed you down onto the hard surface of a container. It was painful and you struggled to breathe, but you didn't lash around or try to pull his hand away when you wrapped your own around his massive wrist. His brother now stood to your side, his countenance displaying curiosity and interest more than anything.

"It seems she's being complacent, Savage. Allow her to speak freely."

He reluctantly released you from his grip, allowing you to slide your back against the cold container as you held and cleared your throat. His saber was still ignited and they both remained menacingly close, not that you were foolish enough to try anything. The red zabrak spoke again, this time asserting his dominance by handling the interrogation.

"How did you find us?"

You felt compelled to relay everything truthfully and without compromise, so you did exactly that.

"I tracked Ventress here. In all honesty, I have no idea what I sought or for what reasons, but I knew she would lead me to it."

Savage growled once more, pointing his saber in your direction.

"Are you a bounty hunter?"

"Only when necessary."

"Did you come here to collect?"

"I considered it. I knew I wouldn't be able to, nor did I think it would be wise to try."

"And yet here you are," Savage's brother interjected, a small smirk tugging at his lips, "Tell me, do you have any idea what we are?"

You analyzed them closely, the pull of the force fueling your answer.

"You're Sith."

He now smiled fully.

"Very observant. I sense that the force is present in you, little one. I assume you have no allegiance?"

You wanted to deny his claim, but deep down you knew he was right. How else would you have gotten yourself in this situation? Furthermore, you suspected if you weren't force-sensitive, you would have died a long time ago.

"Not particularly."

You sensed Savage's frustration before he spoke.

"Brother, we don't have time for this. We need to focus on our mission, not toy around with this girl. Let's dispose of her."

His words were unsettling, yet you still didn't feel afraid. You wondered if you did come here to die after all. His brother must have sensed this among your other winding thoughts, as he knelt down to be closer to you.

"Do you not fear death? Do you not fear us?"

Again, you answered honestly.

"I suppose I should, but no. I don't. I'm not sure why. You're powerful and strong and I sense the atrocities you've committed, but I don't fear it."

"If not fear or anything similar, what is it that you feel?"

You swallowed, part of you wanting to be ashamed, the other longing to admit your truth freely.

"I suppose if anything, I feel...admiration. Perhaps a longing to contribute to whatever cause ignites such passion. I have no desire for power necessarily, but I have a desire to-"

"-to serve?"

You felt so exposed at the realization of your own needs, especially under the watchful eyes of the two Sith Lords that invaded your space. You particularly didn't want to admit to something as submissive as servitude, yet there was no use in denying it. Your face flushed a little before your tone regained it's firmness.

"Kill me if you like. Whether or not I live or die, I won't be leaving this ship. If you do decide to end me, will you give me the satisfaction of knowing your goals beforehand? I want to know what marks the sith intend to make on the galaxy."

The red zabrak nearly chuckled, cupping your chin in his fingers.

"What is your name, little one?"

You relayed it to him, part of you melting after hearing it echo from his lips with that voice of his. He proceeded with his own introduction.

"I am Maul. I was apprentice to the most powerful being in the galaxy once, but a Jedi took all that away from me and more. I suffered for more than a decade with my injured body and mind, until Savage discovered me and I was restored. I have sworn revenge against that very same Jedi who has only just escaped here, and now it is certain that every Jedi will be seeking us."

Revenge, huh? Yeah, that checks out.

Savage was still anxious to get this over with. You pondered Maul's words, your foolish heart finding any sympathy for the Jedi lacking. It already had been ever since the start of the clone war, however that pull once again drew your emotions in favor of the sith. You voiced your suggestions genuinely.

"If that's true, you'll need an army. Experience has shown me that if you have enough credits, bounty hunters will be loyal to anyone. There's no shortage of them among the pirates on Florrum. As for credits, the Meridian sector isn't far from here. I don't think there would be much stopping you from acquiring all that you would need."

Maul smiled. He rose up and offered his hand to you, the heat of his skin unexpected after you took it and got back onto your feet.

"It is the will of the Force. Savage, I believe we have our first recruit."

*

From that moment on, you became the beacon that guided the zabrak brothers across the galaxy. Your navigation and negotiation skills proved more useful than they ever could have imagined. Eventually they grew just as fond of you as you were of them, your relationships nearly bordering on casual romance at times; and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#maul #star wars #darth maul #savage opress #tcw #maul x reader x savage #darth maul x reader #darth maul x you #maul x reader #maul x you

[where-dreamers-go]

How They Act When They Like You A Lot - Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker - It didn't faze him in the slightest. If anything at all that changed, Anakin thought about you even more than average for him.

Armitage Hux - Hux made it priority not to act differently around you. That being said, he was nicer to you than anyone else. While at the same time he made sure everyone treated you fairly. Sometimes he felt as if he was walking around in circles trying to keep the new knowledge of his feelings to himself and only to himself.

Asajj Ventress - She showed no difference. None that were perfectly obvious anyway. Asajj didn't want you to be her weakness. Therefore she kept her flirtations to a minimum.

Aayla Secura - The new knowledge didn't effect her heavily. Aayla took her feelings for you in stride and confidence. Also taking each opportunity to speak with you privately. Aayla had it covered.

Boba Fett - Boba was extremely conflicted when he realized what he felt for you was real. Yet he still questioned himself. So he'd be wanting to avoid you for a good long while. He had to get things sorted in his head. There would be a time when he met with you again. Eventually.

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren - Hid in his quarters for almost an entire week. He could not face you. He didn't want anyone to know and worried how you would react if you found out.

Bodhi Rook - Bodhi was in shock about his personal discovery. Not entirely sure what to do with himself. He then found himself staring at you with racing thoughts more regularly. He just needed to take things one tiny step at a time.

Cassian Andor - Took more strict guidelines on which missions you should and should not be a part of. His protectiveness multiplied to an extensive level. He always kept an eye on you or told K2-SO to do so.

Dopheld Mitaka - Once the realization hit Mitaka, he was suddenly afraid to approach you as he usually did. He didn't want to be obvious with his feelings. Yet he hardly had a choice, you worked side by side everyday. He took up a new breathing technique the same day.

Feral - Feral took his newfound feelings for you with fluid ease. He even accepted the challenge of finding out if you liked him back.

Finn - Finn knew that he liked you, but when he realized just how much he liked you, he was in a state of shock.

Grand Inquisitor - After the knowledge of his feelings came to light, he pondered on the thoughts of any chances of a future with you. Not that the leader of the Inquisitorius knew what to classify you as, you weren't entirely a follower. He was not even entirely sure what the feelings he held towards you all meant. What he knew for certain was that he would need to keep you away from those that could threaten your life or worse.

Han Solo - Knowing that he liked you so much didn't put Han into shock nor silence. It grounded him. No literally of course. Although he was soon back to putting on his mask of suave confidence whenever you were in the same proximity.

Jango Fett - Being the busy bounty hunter that he was, this was a surprise for him. Jango had other things to attend to. Knowing he had strong feelings for you was not in his agenda. All meaning that he tried to act normal as humanly possible.

Jyn Erso - She took the news as well as she could. Jyn liked you and she trusted you, which meant she did not act much different than usual. Liking you a lot and not telling you was fine. That was enough for her for the moment.

Luke Skywalker - As soon as he realized, Luke would be on the look out for any possible suitors that could challenge his chances with you. It was a defense he had. He kept all of his feelings for you hidden. Yet sometimes his mouth would betray him as his thoughts about you slipped out in the company of others. He always snuck glances at you. Always trying to tell you all that he knew to share his knowledge. Not to forget showing off with practicing using the Force.

Leia Organa - Leia was a busy woman. Once she realized that she liked you to the extent that she did, she came to challenge you more. It was her way of seeing if her feelings were justified and that you were worth all of the attention her mind gave you.

Maul - Maul didn't have many opportunities or instances where he actually liked someone. It was another situation entirely when he dove into understanding his fondness of you. He was very curious. Liking you so much and knowing it made Maul question himself and you even more.

Obi-wan Kenobi - Obi-wan didn't want to acknowledge that he felt anything more than friendship. Yet when he looked at you or you would touch his arm so gently, he was a mixture of emotions. It was uncharted territory for the most part. He seemed much more vulnerable around you then.

Padmé Amidala - A proud leader and diplomat, Padmé was unsure of acting upon her feelings. She decided to be more cautious of her time spent with you because she wasn't sure what she might say to you next.

Poe Dameron - Once the thoughts solidified in his mind, Poe started planning ways to get you further away from the First Order. Even if that meant stunning you and putting you on a transport ship to a safe planetary system. He knew you would be pretty ticked off about it, but he's be happy for the most part.

Rey - She knew the first twenty-four hours how she felt about you. Then later when you were spending more time with her, she came to know how deep her feelings were. Rey agreed with herself and rolled with it. She just happened to be nicer and gentler to you than anyone else.

Rose - Rose wasn't one to shy away from speaking her mind. However when it came to knowing her strong feelings for, she was seconds away from expressing them with more than words.

Savage Opress - This Nightbrother wasn't sure what to do. He had never experienced those sort of feelings before you were in the picture. He was visibly lost and stood by your side more than average. Added that he vied for your attention even more.

Thrawn - For Thrawn, realizing he liked you so much meant that you were extremely special to him. He took his feelings for you very seriously. Added that he didn't like just anyone, which meant you were protected more than you knew.

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[swhurtcomfort]

Fic Rec Friday!!

I almost forgot it was the first Friday of December, because that’s how long this week has been! But here’s some muffled screaming about Star Wars anyway:

Banthas and Metaphors by lajulie24: 1k, HanLeia, complete Pissed off and alive was still alive. He’d take it.

Broken by Revenge by Pandora151: 2k, Gen, complete Summary: In the wake of his encounter with Maul on Raydonia, Obi-Wan returns to the Resolute.

Dangerous Territories by Plodder: 6k, Pre-Obikin, complete Anakin was never chosen to be a Jedi but became a pilot instead, harboring just a little bitterness towards a certain Obi-Wan Kenobi. Now, he has to fly his least favorite Jedi on a dangerous mission, and things take an early turn for the worse.

Bloody Escape by Sulis57:  4k, Gen, complete Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Asajj Ventress barely escape with their lives after a dangerous encounter with Darth Maul and Savage Opress. Trapped together in a small shuttle, these one-time enemies must put their differences aside in order to find their way back to civilization. Things get complicated when Ventress realizes Kenobi has been gravely wounded. Will he survive the long journey or will his blood be on her hands?

Keep reading for my jumbled thoughts~

Banthas and Metaphors by lajulie24: Oooooh ok this is so so cute and I can’t stand it! These big dorks are so unsure around each other but so tender and caring, and Leia’s biting sarcasm throughout, and both of their insistence that the OTHER one not put their life at risk for the cause, but when THEY do it, no, of course, it was logical and okay, it’s just so telling and Han and Leia taking turns patching each other up put a big goofy smile on my face. So much love to this little ficlet.

Broken by Revenge by Pandora151: DECEPTION ARC FEELS!! Oh, the scene with the medics before Obi-Wan knocked out was so potent, poor baby, he gets so much hurt and deserves none of it. So much careful detail is put into this fic and it really shines. AND THEN there’s Anakin and Ahsoka, and poor Anakin still reeling from the emotional roller coaster of losing Obi-Wan and then almost losing him again, and being torn between relief and anger and Obi-Wan just doesn’t GET it which I think is really in-character, it’s so easy to see it through each of their eyes, and how these horrible, destructive decisions seemed logical at the time and how they reveal the faults within the Jedi Order itself. Everybody is so human and fallible in this story, it’s really well done and packs an emotional punch both emotionally and physically for Obi-Wan.

Dangerous Territories by Plodder: Ouch. Just ouch. Major props to this one for not shying away from the medical details and making sure we’re all VERY AWARE of how much pain poor Obi is in (and love note to the part where Cody comments, shit, if you’re admitting that you’re injured it must be serious because honestly he’s right Kenobi). I liked the awkwardness of the relationship between them, because in this AU they never really got the chance to work through all the TPM issues, and their first impressions of each other are all they really have moving forward and I loved this unique take on their relationship in the wake of that. Also Anakin taking care of him even when they don’t know each other that well (and hello, BLANKET SHARING) was uhhhhh-mazing.

Bloody Escape by Sulis57: I’ve never recced a fic starring Ventress before!! This is definitely a step off the beaten path as far as hurtcomfort stories go, and it was so interesting to see these two characters thrown together and how awkward it is for Ventress to be thrust into a role where Obi-Wan’s life is in her hands, and poor Obi is in so much pain but still manages to banter with her which is so him, but they are both really aware of their awkward enemies-to-tentative-allies relationship. I liked the introspection about the crossroads Ventress is at in her own life at that moment as well as all the sweet, wonderful hurtcomfort <3

#fic rec friday!! #fic recs #star wars #fanfic

[justalittletomato]

Maul kills Qui-Gon turns around to us (reader) that when Obi-Wan cuts Maul in half, but we get his lightsaber before it falls and we(reader) fight Obi-Wan and injured him.

Years later when Savage goes to find Maul. He gets his new legs and comes out to find us back at his place were a married couple see each other for the first time in years

Damn Anon. That’s painful...and I can probably make it a little more painful..

You hold the saber in your hand. That couldn't have just happened. No that couldn't have happened. You stare down at the abyss, he’s gone. 

He’s gone, in an instant, everything you had was gone. 

Screams of anguish pour out of you. Your eyes burn with tears and glow that golden yellow you’ll never wake to again. 

Kenobi. 

Your screams stop for a moment, he took him from you. he took him. everything was gone because of him! You ignite your lover’s saber and look back to the Jedi that had destroyed your entire world. 

Despite your rage, despite the power it gave you, only managed to hurt him slightly. You howl as you are dragged away. The saber is taken from your grip. 

And for a time you are left in the dark. 

You keep screaming and crying, your hands bruised from trying to break the walls of your prison. You need to get out. He’s out there..you lie to yourself. He’s waiting for me...

There’s a break and you flee, anywhere, far away from there. 

To a red planet with red mists. You are confronted by others who look like your Maul. And learn that this was his homeworld. He had been taken from here when he was small  and now he had been taken from you. They are an interesting group, the Nightbrothers, they let you stay. Not that you were you much as you are listless and wander about. 

One nightbrother, Savage, makes sure you aren't wandering into danger. Finding an excuse to follow you as you walk the terrain. He always watches over you and his little brother seems to do the same when he's absent. 

You finally confront him, you've already lost someone and he reminds you of him. He cant be replaced. Savage says he wont replace that person but you should have to be alone and wallow in the past. You consider it. 

YOu two are quite close now, the walks are not listless they have a purpose and gives you two time to avoid the other nightbrothers who know more about you two. A kiss can be stolen on these walks. Eventually, you accept a proposal under the red sun and no longer was your heart so empty anymore. 

Savage is taken, the night sisters had taken him. You are again screaming and crying, not again. Not again. 

He returns. You rush out as soon as you hear and see him changed but that doesn't matter! He lifts you into his arms and holds you close. “ I am sorry I had a mission,” he kisses your tears away, “ I have news my angel. “ He looks over you, “Brother, I’d like you to meet my angel, this is...”

“Starlight? ,” your smile falls and your heart breaks,  a scream trapped in your throat. 

Maul...

He’s taller, his legs replaced with cypernetics that have him tower over the two of you.  His skin the same brilliant red that you used to kiss under the stars. And his eyes were that golden shade that almost glowed. They are shocked, 

His Starlight after so long...his Starlight that had moved on...his eyes linger on you. 

You're more beautiful than ever. If only you weren't crying. Savage hold you close, like he once did. He will never be able to do that again. ...

Maul’s mind wants to break just as his hearts are currently doing, for a fleeting moment there was hope and like all hopes, they were dashed. You had found a new life without him..he watches as you cover your belly, your little one kicking under your palm unsure why their mother was panicking. 

“Maul..I..” 

“Moved on.” he breathes, “ You moved on. I should have assumed it,”  he looks to you both, “ Congratulations, I wish you well...Brother I am going to prepare the ship..”  He leaves you two alone as you sink to your knees and sob. 

“So Maul was -” there's sorrow in Savage's voice, he holds you close as he can. 

“None of us knew.” you cry. And knowing the truth is destroying you once again just as it did to the crimson Zabrak who felt like he was dying once again.  

#darth maul x reader #maul x reader #savage x reader #savage opress #anon asks

[caddy-crystal-queen]

Twin Hearts

So this is an idea I got today while watching some episodes of Once Upon A Time with Hyde in them. I couldn’t help but think to myself: Ya know...what if Maul had a sort of...discussion with himself, with the more positive or “light side” version of himself? How would that have gone down, and would it have ultimately changed his fate? Well...let’s see how this plays out...

Twin Hearts

“Ugh...my head” the former sith sat up from the surprisingly warm ground that had softened his supposed fall.  From where had he fallen? Maul could’t remember, and he blamed it on a head injury. His vision was blurry for a moment but as it cleared he saw something close by, practically before him. Fire, it was at first the soft glow of a flame dancing just a few feet from his face. Shaking his head, Maul was able to focus fully on his surroundings. It was night, as he was surrounded by both sand below him and stars above him glittering like what he had once imagined to be angel wings. Wait, he hadn’t thought about that in years. Not since-

“Oh! You’re finally awake I see” a voice familiar but strange said close by with an odd cheeriness. 

Maul immediately stood, reaching for a lightsaber that, oddly enough, wasn’t there. He started to panic, frantically looking around for it. 

“You don’t need it here. There’s nothing to harm you now” a cloaked figure remained seated close to the flames, “It’s been a long time since we talked, and...well, to be honest, I missed you”. 

The zabrak looked confused. “Who are you?” 

“You mean...you don’t recognize me”.  “I don’t trust cloaked figures...not even ones that even remotely sound like me”.  “Well, there’s a reason I sound like you” the figure removed the hood and Maul looked on in shock. 

It was himself. An identical twin, even down to the markings. He blinked in surprise, unsure of what to say. The doppelganger blinked and Maul saw one difference: The eyes. The twin’s eyes were a strange mix of blue and gray, a strange contradiction to the black and red that surrounded them. But there was something sweet and innocent in those eyes. There was so much good in them. 

“It’s because I am you, you silly goof”. “I don’t believe you”. “Really? Why not? Is it so hard to believe that I’m still here? I really did miss you-” “Oh save it...I have no reason to believe you are me...I’m far superior to you”. 

There was a pause from the twin’s end. “In some ways yes, but in others, well...let’s just say you’re on the shallow side of that pool”. 

Maul continued to scowl skeptically at the lighter twin. At this the other zabrak stood and slowly approached him. 

“If you need proof, I can show you I’m still here”. “And how would you-” 

He had no time to finish his question, as the doppelganger shoved his hands into the original’s chest and gripped the two hearts inside. For a moment, Maul was speechless. It didn’t hurt, but the hold of the twin’s hands left a strange warmth in his chest. For a single moment, as he gripped the hearts, the darkness faded and he didn’t feel like himself anymore. The twin pulled his hands out, taking his hearts with them. All Maul could do was blink in shock and surprise as he watched his hearts beat in the twin’s surprisingly gentle hands. 

The hearts themselves were dark. Not quite black, more like a very deep shade of violet. But down, deep in the very core of them, were each a soft light of pink which gently pulsed with their respective hearts beat. The blue eyed twin smiled softly, kindly. 

“See? I’m still here” his smile faded as he caressed the hearts with his fingertips, “You try so hard to get rid of me...yet I’m a part of you. I could crush these right now and kill us both, but I’m not like that. I’m not like you”. 

There was a strange fluttering in Maul’s chest as if he could feel the warm touches on the beating organs. He growled, his eyes daring. 

“Do it. End it. Put a stop to everything, you coward”.  “Coward? You speak of cowardice and yet YOU are the one who is afraid of your own light. You would rather see us die than let me out and let us flourish-”

Maul snarled at the other and shoved his hands into his chest as well to rip out the twin’s hearts as well. That same warmth he felt before overtook him as he gripped them and ripped them free from their fleshy prison. Now they stood, nothing between them but their beating hearts. The twin’s hearts were a strange mix of pink and white but in the centers were an inky blackness in each that also pulsed with each beat. 

“And there’s you in me” despite the strange situation the twin gave him a genuine smile. 

But in the twin’s hearts there were other more drastic differences. The light hearts had holes in them. Not too many but enough. Curious, Maul eyed the two in his hands. 

“Why are there holes here?” he dared to ask, his voice suddenly broken as though he were on the edge of tears. 

The twin also looked saddened. “Because we’ve been hurting for so long over different things...Rather than confronting our pain and letting it out you’ve buried it and tried to get me to rot under your pain, your grief. OUR pain. OUR grief”. “What do you want from me?”  “All I ask is...” the lighter half sighed, “All I ask is that...that you love yourself. That you...love me”. 

Maul raised an eyebrow. “Me? Love you? The weaker one? Ha! Why should I?”. 

“Because you did once. When Savage was still with us...You felt something, didn’t you?” 

He went from being the taunter to the taunted like that. Maul stopped and looked at his saddened light twin. 

“You loved. For the very first time in our life you felt something from me. You let me flourish. Granted, not in all areas, but I was there. We were one for once”.  “And that time died with him”.  “But it didn’t have to. You could’ve just-”.  “He died because of you! Because you made me weak!”  “NO! I did no such thing!”  “Love is weakness!”  “Love is strength! He proved it! I proved it! You never felt stronger than when you were with him! Why?! Because you loved him! And for once, you had the strength and the capacity to LOVE ME! TO LOVE YOURSELF!” the tone he used wasn’t angry but passionate, “He died not because we were weak, but because we were careless. We were unprepared...we all were. All because you couldn’t let go of your rage, your hatred. He suffered because you wouldn’t let me out. He loved you...you never even told him you loved him but he knew in the very end-”  “Stop...” Maul growled through gritted teeth.  “And now it’s happened again. With that boy...that Ezra Bridger”.  “Enough...”  “I’ve seen what you’ve thought of...you’ve thought of embracing him, keeping him safe, teaching him without consuming his light, hoping to catch some of it yourself. You want him to be your hope, to be our brother. Even your hearts are so starved for love...It doesn’t have to be that way. Stop this foolish quest for vegeance. It will only lead to our demise”.  “And do what? Go where?”  “What do your hearts tell you?”. 

He wanted to go after him, deep down. He wanted to go back to Ezra and ask for forgiveness, but he knew it would be pointless. The boy would never, ever accept him. Not now, not ever. 

“I want to go back...” Maul collapsed before his other half, “I want to tell him I’m sorry but...but He’ll never forgive me. He hates me!” 

The twin knelt down and gently pushed the hearts back into his darker half’s chest. Knowing he was on the verge of tears, the light one put his arms around his darker one, gentle and warm. Maul felt them go back in, but something was changed about them. They were still heavy but he didn’t feel so cold anymore. Just a sadness overtook him. The gold eyes welled with tears and he broke down in the lighter half’s embrace. 

“He...he’ll never forgive me...he hates me! I would’ve...I would’ve loved him! With all my heart! I would’ve...I would’ve given everything if he would’ve just given me a chance!” Maul sobbed into the lighter half, “Take them...please...I don’t deserve to hold them”.  “I need you to put them back in. I can’t do it myself”.  “I...I don’t want to hurt you”. 

The lighter twin smiled gently, and the darker could see he had also shed his own tears. “It’s okay, I trust you”. 

Surprised by the doppelganger’s trust, Maul gently pushed the hearts back inside his chest. The light one smiled and gently caressed his tear stained cheek. 

“See? Trusting yourself isn’t so bad now is it?”.  “What if he doesn’t forgive us? What if he hates us?”  “Then we have said our peace. We are free. Let him live with the resentment. Let him live wonder why and what if. But we’ll be free to do as we wish”. 

Revenge was his first thought but a disapproving look from the lighter half told him that wasn’t the answer. No. Going after Kenobi was not the solution to the problem. Sidious had been the one to ruin his life, from the very beginning. Now that Maul thought about it, wouldn’t his Master had just betrayed him for a better apprentice in the end? What if that was the plan the entire time? Was his whole life, his very existence some kind of curse? 

“It doesn’t need to be. We can go beyond this. Be greater than what we are. We are all a part of a great and ever moving, ever changing plan. What exactly that plan is we never know. And our place in that plan is one we must decide for ourselves. It may not seem like much from the inside looking out but to others, outside looking in, we could do great things. Wonderful things...but we have to give ourselves a chance if nobody else will”. 

“What if...what if all I do is cause more pain? Or what if we get hurt again?”  “Then we keep trying. We learn from our mistakes and we try again. I believe in us...why can’t you?”  “What if I’m not worthy of love? From him or anyone else?”   “You don’t need to validate your existence through someone else to be happy. The love of another is good, but...that’s why I’m trying to get you to love me first. Because if you can’t love yourself, then...then you constantly rely on others. Everyone is and can be an island in a sense. But for the time being yes, the love of another is maybe what you need to start loving yourself-”.  “No...you’re right” Maul blinked and it actually felt like he was seeing for the first time, “I...I can’t believe I’ve been so blind, to you, Ezra...and I was blind to Savage too...Before I even try earning their forgiveness, their love...I need to love myself first...” 

The darker zabrak rose with his twin. He didn’t care how much it hurt, he needed this. Without saying anything else, Maul put his arms around the lighter half of himself, the four hearts beating together as the light embraced back. 

A gold-blue eye then flicked open. Maul knew his path. Now all there was left to do was follow it...

OMG! Feels man! I almost cried typing this. I really, really wanted to see a scene like this, and I’ve had an idea like this in my head for a little while. I think it turned out pretty good :) 

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[fallenrepublick]

can I request headcanons for maul / savage when they making the first move? (if they do) 😏

You know I've noticed that I don't talk very often about the beginnings of the relationships, which is interesting...

Also, had to google that phrase, and what I got told it means could very well be different from what you actually meant but I'm illiterate so

Maul

For someone normally so confident, he's remarkably unsure.

He's faced every enemy, every obstacle under the sun, but the thought of initiating that type of conversation with you terrifies him.

It requires a level of vulnerability that he almost never allows anyone to see from him. What's more, if you reject him, something he almost certainly believes will happen, he would have pretty much ruined his reputation beyond repair.

But none of this compares to the rush of emotion he gets when he's with you. It all but nullifies his reservations, giving him the courage to at least try.

He does it on a quieter day, when you're going about your business as usual, but without the rushing, stressful qualities that normally plagued his everyday life.

He finds you alone, thank god, and he feels the rush once more when you turn your head up, a natural smile forming on your lips that makes him feel more welcome than anyone in the entire galaxy. He wants to believe that you only look at him that way.

"You need something?" you ask curiously, standing visibly straighter at the sight of him.

"No... Or yes... But no..." He frowns at the inarticulateness, chest tightening over the breath he didn't even know he was holding. "What I mean, rather is that... You've been occupying my mind... lately."

The most you can seem to do is stare at him, eyes slightly widened, and attention fully grasped. As obvious as it is, you still aren't sure where this is going.

"If you don't already hate me for one reason or another, would you..." He trails off, wishing he'd written down a more coherent speech and regretting many of his decisions for the day.

"Date?" you finished for him, as if the word formed a complete sentence.

"Yes, yes that," he replied gratefully, heavy exhales indicating how much oxygen he hadn't been breathing in the past two minutes.

As much as you may laugh at him, you nod excitedly. Your acceptance of his offer, regardless of it's clumsiness, relieved him, and he began breathing normally once more as you happily listed all of the things you could think of to do together.

Savage

He's very unlikely to make the first move.

He'd been admiring you from afar for weeks now, agonizing over whether you've noticed or not. It's not like he's been very subtle about it.

So you linger around him, and he you, small words exchanged, and large subjects avoided, until you finally decide that enough is enough.

"Savage," you say gently, your voice shaking him from his own thoughts.

He looks up, almost surprised that you're willingly speaking to him, and watches you, something in the tone of your voice worrying him for the worst.

"What if we..." You linger on the thought. "Went out?"

He blinks at you. "Why?"

"No, I mean... Like a date. Just the two of us? That kind of thing?" You search his face for a reaction, furrowed confusion gradually morphing into excitement.

"Really?" He says finally, not yet believing his own senses. "You want that?"

"Of course!" you insist, inching ever closer. "I mean, I... I like you!"

He feels his hearts stop, your words echoing in his mind. For a moment, he regrets not telling you sooner, realizing that he had little reason to be so nervous before. Nevertheless, he accepts, if only on the promise to himself that you won't be left disappointed in the future.

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