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animeyanderelover · 5 months ago

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As someone who just finished that episode in the 5th season this is exactly what I needed.

Savage Oppress x Reader Pt.3

Thank you all for being so patient with me! Your support for this story has really warmed my heart and kept me going. While I have you here, I would like to ask what you guys would want to see for a longer series next; A Fox/temple medic, or a Rex/discovered Jedi (taking place during CW). I still plan on adding to the Savage series but want to do other things to keep from getting bored with it. This chapter is nearly twice as long as the previous two, so you could say I got a bit carried away. Anyways, hope you enjoy!~Bim

Pt.1 Pt.2

Ao3

Koffi

Warning: Canon typical violence, talk of trauma, spicy towards the end, Savage being soft

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It had now been months since you and Jay had been taken by your captors, though it was getting more and more difficult to consider them as such. Having captors implied you were being confined or mistreated, which was far from the truth. Free reign of the ship, with clearance codes that allowed you into all of the most restricted areas, just so you could find Savage if need be. As for being physically harmed, you couldn’t even claim that. Apart from Savage being clingy and constantly demanding attention, more so now than ever before, your every need was provided for. New clothes, food and water; Savage had even gotten new books and materials to keep you occupied while he was away, though he was practically attached to your hip at this point. Maul had even taken to calling you his little shadow. Mental well-being was a different story, doubtful that being around two sith constantly and having limited interaction outside their circle of each other and a few higher ranking Mandalorians did little for conversational variety. Your current clothes were no help either, the change from your normal wardrobe putting you at unease.

“We should be landing soon.” One of the modulated voices spoke from your left, his helmet looking in your direction but not at you yourself. Instead it was fixated on Maul, who stood to your other side, just close enough that his arm skimmed yours whenever the ship jostled, making it easy for him to keep a hand on your shoulder, upright and stable. If not for the cloak you currently wore, an alteration done to one of Savage’s own, you might have welcomed the warmth he radiated.

Despite growing up on a rather cold planet, the chill of the ship was something she didn’t enjoy, reminding you too much of the mines with the chill and sometimes claustrophobic feel. There were even occasional random noises from the walls and ceilings, mimicking the sound of potential cave-ins. Even if it wasn’t as cold, you still would have preferred your longer, more covering clothes. Easier to feel protected from the lingering stares and provided a sense of being shielded when on your own in a way. Savage knew of this preference, mentioning once how you wore just as many layers as a jedi, which was why you had been so surprised by the presentation of your current clothes. The open back and cut arms of the dark fabric left you feeling exposed, prompting you to don a cloak despite insistence you wouldn’t need it. Savage clearly had a hand in its making, just as with everything else, with his markings embossed into the fabric with a gold the same as his skin. Seeing it, you had only rolled your eyes, his odd forms of claiming you as his property still ridiculous to you. Still, it was exciting to be somewhere other than the ship.

“We’ll meet with the primary unit at the city center.” He nodded, speaking into his wrist comm as the shuttle jolted to a halt.

You had landed.

Taking a deep breath, the doors to the ship slid open, revealing the new planet beyond.

You were no stranger to destruction. Houses burned down from heaters and generators, storehouses robbed and destroyed by raiders and pirates; both were a common sight back on your planet. They did nothing to prepare you for what lay beyond. A city in ruins, still smoking, with buildings crumbling before your eyes. Any excitement you had held before to visit another planet was quickly replaced by dread at the sight. There was no time to breathe, as the soldiers in line pushed forward, forcing you out onto the ramp.

“This is your first time seeing the aftermath, no?” Maul questions, his stride matching your own in more of a leisurely stroll as his posture was a stark contrast from yours.

“No.” You mumble. “You invaded my planet as well, remember?”

His only response is a low chuckle, sending your hair and most likely every Mandalorian’s in the vicinity on end. Such a sound from a him only spells trouble.

The architecture of the city was stunning, even destroyed as it was. To have seen before ruin would have given such a sense of grandeur to even those who had seen the sights of Naboo, making guilt sting that much deeper. By no means had you brought the ruin to this place of beauty, yet you still accompanied those who did. Guilt by association was somehow worse in this situation.

Explosions still rock the city occasionally, new cracks and crumbles of the buildings appearing, followed by shouts and screams; all of which you try and fail to ignore. After the deathly silence of space it all seems so much louder, and your body flinches with every noise. None of the soldiers mention your reaction, though that’s not much different from how they normally treat you. Maul is the only one that reacts, pushing you forward when your feet begin to drag. Even though it’s doubtful that it was intended so, the weight of his hand brought a small amount of comfort. Savage’s constant presence and neediness had turned you into a touched starved fool without the contact, especially from others.

The sun continued to beat down on the planet, making you feel positively sweltering under it’s ray’s as the clothing you were given now made sense. The light fabric and openings were preferable in such a climate, and would have helped prevent the sweat currently rolling down your back and collecting between the shoulder blades. The cloak remained firmly clasped however, being the last form of protection you felt against the carnage around you. To take it off would leave you truly exposed, and was the last thing you needed as you approached the group gathered in what you assumed to be the city center.

Even from a distance he stood out, the armor he normally wore discarded in an effort to escape the combined heat of the planet and that which came along with fighting. Standing at least a head taller than all those around him, he watched as the group of civilians gathered before him were sorted into groups, just as they had been on your planet. The sight was enough to make your heart catch, but was nothing compared to the look in his eyes when he saw your own group approaching. Brows furrowed in both anger and concentration, the fire burning within only intensified. A look you had seen him wear before, but never directed at you. It wasn’t just you he was looking at, his gaze flickering over to his brother and back, bringing attention to your current position.

Between the ship and now, his arm had crept across your back, casually thrown across your shoulders and pushing you forward while keeping you on track. What one could consider a friendly gesture but Savage clearly disliked. So, under his gaze, you ducked from his brother’s grasp and jumped ahead of the group, making a beeline for him. As you got closer smaller details unseen from the previous distance came into focus. A number of new scratches and nicks married his horns, though the crimson tint they held was far more distracting, continuing down his neck to his shoulders and chest. The lightsaber at his side was sheathed, making you question if he had even used it in the first place. You may not know much about them, but you knew the weapon resulted in rather bloodless wounds, which were instantly cauterized by the super-heated blade.

Your name tumbles from his lips as he pulls you in closer, stepping away from Pre Vizsla and the others as the former gives Maul updates on the takeover. The way in which he holds you is almost identical to how Maul had, though with his greater height you were pressed more into his side. It was almost an instinct with how you shrunk into him, body forming against his with ease. All the while the hate which you held towards yourself only grew. Not only was he covered in sweat and blood, chest still heaving with exertion, but you had been at odds with him for a while now. Ever since he had ‘gifted’ you with your collar, he had only grown more possessive, yet your freedoms had grown as well. Contact with anyone outside his immediate circle had been completely cut off. He had even growled at a guard who he claimed ‘looked at you for too long’ while taking a walk around the ship. He made sure to come back to the room every night, or have you come to whatever room he was stuck in, which often resulted in you wrapped in one of his shirts, dozing against his side. None dared to say a word about it, though Maul had made the occasional jab at how dependent his brother was.

The increased time together allowed more free time during the day, claiming he trusted you to solve any problems you may run into. You had your suspicions it was only because of the last incident, and subsequent fight that had followed. The clinginess had begun to grate on your nerves, going almost stir crazy with how suffocating he could be at times. You had drawn the line when he wanted you to stay with him in a meeting rather than going to meet your brother, claiming he could wait. You had of course chosen your brother, causing a small rift when he tried to order you to stay, and leading to you ignoring him most of the time now. However, with such a change of the quiet and relatively uneventful ship to the war torn city you were currently in, your weak will had you turning to him and his unwavering confidence for guidance and protection.

He said nothing of your sudden closeness, willing to be submitted to his smothering when before you would have tried to wiggle away. The only indication that he thought anything of it was the way his chest puffed with pride, arm gripping tighter as Pre Vizsla led you further through the city.

“Blue squad has found a group of civilians who were hiding and have requested backup to help with the large number. A few seem rather defiant from what they say.” He explains as the groups walk, going deeper into the destroyed city.

It’s disturbingly easy to avert your eyes from the crumbled walls and motionless bodies, focusing instead on the armor of the woman in front of you and counting each scratch and dent, coming up with theories as to what exactly caused them. Yet for as well as you can close your eyes to the injustice surrounding you, it’s impossible to close your ears to its sounds, and the cry of not the man, but children, is what forces you to look.

It seems you had reached the other group mentioned by the Mandalorian leader, the supposed issues they were having with their captives on full display as a family fights to stay together. The father is being pulled away while his wife and son are pushed towards the other group. She struggles to keep him back, tears running down her own face as the boy fights free of her grip, screaming as the man is beaten into submission. It’s with a chill you recognize the man who had done the same to you on your planet, eliciting a strong sense of deja-vu from the scene. Your grip on Savage’s hand becomes tighter, though he simply stares impassively at the scene as the mother continues to struggle. She falters, only for a moment, but it is enough for him to slip away, running at a breakneck speed towards his death.

The jeers of the soldiers only grow louder as he stumbles to his father’s side, attempting in vain to pull the now unconscious man away.

“Honestly, kids these days.” The man sighed. “They need to learn a little respect.”

The whip crackles to life, his only pause as he basks in the cheers of the others, all still filled with adrenaline from the fight and still craving violence. Craving blood.

“If you love your father so much, then you can join him!” He raises the weapon to strike, the boy lifting his own arms in response even though they will do nothing to protect him. For his family and himself, it's over. Their people were defeated and were to be forced into the service of others. Yet they still find the need to make them suffer further. Maybe that’s why you did it. Or why you like to think you did, grasping onto the small shred of humanity left in your body as you step forward and, in three large leaps, knocked the offending weapon from his hand.

“Enough.” Your voice is strong, firm. Nothing like how you actually feel towards your actions, which is to say shocked. He must be experiencing the same as it takes a moment of pause before he’s wheeling around to face you. He rips his helmet off, face red from both heat and anger with steam practically blowing from his ears as he gets in your face.

“I should have known you would try to pull something like this! You and your savior complex ruin everything every chance you get!” He’s practically screaming, yet you refuse to back down. Your response is calm and collected, practically the opposite of him.

“You have won. There is no need for you to inflict further pain on these people to satisfy your own sadistic needs and feelings of incompetence. If praying on those who can do nothing against you truly makes you feel powerful, then you are far from the warrior you seem to think you are.”

Silence follows as the weight of your words dig in, with tension so thick that not even a viroblade could cut it. The eyes of everyone, the Mandalorians, the civilians, Maul and Savage, are all on you.

“That’s it!” He throws his helmet to the side walking a few paces before taking up a fighting stance. “We’re going to settle this here and now!”

“Roji! Enough!” Vizsla shouts at his man. “Now is not the time for-”

“No! She’s gotten away with her behavior for far too long. All because she’s some Sith’s little toy!” A sharp intake of breath from many, including yourself, follows his words. To say such a thing, knowing the temper of both men, was like asking to be killed in the most painful way possible. He doesn’t seem to care, only continuing to glare. “Time to end this.”

His words are a taunt, meant to rile you into fighting. They’re not needed however. Even if he hadn't prompted it, it would have led to this. For far too long he had been allowed free reign, hurting others as he pleased, including yourself. No longer would you live in fear, tiptoeing past him in the halls and avoiding eye contact when discussing battle plans. He was right, you thought as you took your own stance; it was time for this to end.

Savage stepped forward, intent on breaking things up as he cursed himself. Allowing you as much freedom as he had the past few days was a mistake. Thinking that his obvious claim on you would be enough was yet another, and now you had gotten yourself into a bigger mess. Before he could get any closer Maul stopped him, his brother’s red hand keeping him back as he looked towards his kin in confusion.

“She must prove herself, not only to the Mandalorians, but to prove she is strong enough to serve.” He must have sensed his inner turmoil, as his grip tightened. “Your feelings are irrelevant right now brother. She must prove she is worthy. I do not tolerate the weak.”

His tone was enough to give him pause, as he begrudgingly accepted his brother’s words, stepping back to watch what was about to happen. He knew it had been a long time coming, though his hopes that Maul would simply accept you through the unlikely bond that had begun to grow between you had remained persistent. All for naught it seemed, as Maul was a creature of habit, always testing and pushing those around him.

Meanwhile, a loose circle had formed around you and Roji, creating a wall of shouts and jeers as you began circling one another, waiting to see who would make the first move. An honor that went to him, as he grew tired of waiting and sprinted forward, closing the distance as he delivered the first strike of many.

He was by no means a small man, nor did he pull his punches as he rained down blow after blow. Blocking was all you could do, waiting for an opportunity to break away as you were pushed further back towards the edge of the makeshift ring. The shouts and jeers of the other filled your ears as you tried to drown them out and focus on the man in front of you. Every twitch, every hit, even the way his facial expression shifted gave you information.

“Little whore! Where do you think you’re going?” His elbow drove into your spine as you tried to jump through an opening in attacks, leaving you dazed as a cheer went up from the others. Stunned, the taste of blood stung your tongue,almost as choking as the cloak, now cutting off oxygen as you were pulled up by its fabric. Feet scrambling for purchase, you struggled to breath as he laughed. The scene was reminiscent of a Lothcat mother carrying a squirming kit, though there was no fond or familial feeling here.

“I’ll make you regret every moment you spent on our ship, and not rotting in the ground like the rest of your people.” He spoke in your ear, words emphasized as his grip tightened. Your own hands struggled around your neck, fingers turning numb as they fumbled and searched. As soon as the cool metal of the clasp registered under their touch you all but ripped it open, releasing its hold and spilling you on the ground. The skin of your throat was raw, painful as dry coughs accompanied gasping breaths. Black spots slowly faded away, retreating to peripherals as oxygen flooded your system. Still lightheaded, you forced yourself to stand. As soon as your feet found purchase, Roji was there again. Being corner wasn’t an option, as he would simply resume the beating once again, so the only option was to run. To keep out of his hands.

Around and around you went, staying just out of reach by the skin of your teeth, trying to come up with something, anything.

“Hold still!” Grunting as his foot nicked your shoulder, eyes burning with frustration, it finally clicked. All of these moves, from every combo to wild lash out, was just like how your brother fought. Almost eerily similar, in fact. It made sense. With such largely trained numbers, of course the fighting styles would be the same, most likely taught in groups or by a small number of people. In sheer panicked and adrenaline filled thinking, you had completely missed the similarities up until now.

You had sparred with Jay before, the sibling rivalry pushed by his need to prove that he was stronger now and your own stubbornness. So many sparring matches, so many hours spent in training rooms. All the while unconsciously becoming more and more accustomed to the Mandalorian fighting style. For once, you were grateful for his insistence on the brawls.

So, when another leg flew your way, instead of running to the side or back, you stepped forward, placing a foot over his to act as an anchor as you shoved him back. A dirty move, but it did the job. His arms windmilling as he tried to keep his balance, but to no avail.

Before he has a chance to recover, you’re on him. The armor covering his body would make any hits feel like nothing. There was only one way to truly hurt him.

The first hit connects with his nose, a sickening crack, followed by his own cry of pain. Hands immediately shoot up to cradle his wound, but are thrown away. Blow after blow rains down on him, just as he had done earlier. He weakly tries to struggle, but unburdened by the weight and heat of the cloak and veins full of adrenaline, there was no chance for him. Red is all you can see. Red on his armor, red of the fire burning the city, and red of blood, pouring from his face in increasing amounts with every blow.

Blond hair faded to brown, armor turning to fabric, causing a momentary stutter, shaking your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts. It wasn’t possible. You were here, not back on Genoti. This wasn’t the pit….

Or was it?

A hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you away from the man. There’s a moment where your hand flies out, still looking for a fight and seeking revenge on the one that pulled you away, only to stop short as Jay’s voice reaches you, piercing the fog and bringing you back to reality.

He speaks your name once again, your surroundings coming into focus once again. The crowd had gone silent, looking on with varying degrees of shock and anger. Long gone are the cheers for blood, as a number move forward with caution, picking up their injured comrade. A trail of blood follows, steadily streaming from a nearly unrecognizable face. A horrid mixture of the swelling fighting against broken bone and cartilage. Looking down, your blood runs cold, contrasting his own, which collects on each knuckle before falling to the ground; also stained with the same crisim color.

You feel like puking. Not because of the guilt, but because of the lack of. Despite everything, no matter how deep you dig, you can’t find a shred of regret for what you’ve done. Only horror and anger for yourself for devolving to such a reaction. There’s also anger for those around you. They were the ones who forced this, dragging you back into the cycle of violence and blood. They were the monsters…...right?

Footsteps approach, your head whipping around to see Savage approaching. He’s uncharacteristically cautious. Walking slowly with his hands raised, he acts as if he’s approaching a wild animal. As if you’ll attack.

Your eyes meet, stopping him in his tracks. It’s as if an invisible pressure is pushing in on all sides, oddly calming, as if it were a security blanket. His gaze is calculating, troubled. A look you’ve never seen on him before.

“Head back to the main base and wait.” Voice monotone, eyes skimming over your skin. You already know what he’s looking at. Not the blood, not the bruises and cuts, but your skin. Normally covered by a single or multiple layers of cloth now on full display for him and everyone else.

You don’t move, feet frozen in place. Hell, you don’t even know if you can move.

“I’ll take her.” Jay’s hand grasps yours tightly and, with a gentle pull, begins leading you away. The crowd parts like grass, leaving ample room to pass. Their gaze just as heated as Savage’s, digging into every crevice, over every scar. The only one who’s not in some state of shock is Maul, who only gives a smile, more of a smirk really, as you leave. Once around the corner of the far street, activity picks back up again. The shouts of Vizsla fade as quickly as they swell as Jay persists. His pace never slows, silent the entire way as he picks up speed. His grip tightens, almost bruising, though you say nothing. Too scared of what he might say. No longer was he the same little Jay who had left your planet. In just a few short months he had grown. Skinny limbs replaced with lean muscle. His face was sharper, with eyes to match. There was an air of confidence which he carried with him as he poked around the camp, scrounging a medkit.

There was a plethora of tents to choose from, all full of soldiers in various states of injury and consciousness. Their groans and cries were as varied as they were, but Jay still managed to find a place in the back.

“Alright so if you just-hey!” He tried to get up, only for you to punch him back down onto the cot again.

“Take off your armor.” Opening the kit, an array of bandages and antibiotics greeted you.

“What?” He almost laughed. “I’m not the one who got into a fist fight. You should let me just-”

“Dammit Jay!” You spun on him, slamming your hands on the frame. “Just..just let me do this for you. Please.”

He hesitates, but only for a moment. Then, slowly, he begins to peel the upper portion of his armor off. Piece by piece, he carefully lays it on the cot beside him until his torso is bare. He wasn’t really injured at all. A few cuts and scrapes, some bruising along his arms, but other than that he was fine. You had to admit, the Mandalorian’s armor was impressive. Methodically you cleaned the wounds that were there, carefully bandaging each wound and applying bacta. Meanwhile he tries to dampen your worries, almost complaining about how they didn’t let him do anything but run ammo and help evacuate the wounded.

“My feet feel like I’ve run a thousand miles today.” He groans, pulling a smile as you chuckle.

“Sounds like it.”

“Enough about me.” He groans, pushing himself up. He stumbles a bit, revealing some form of truth to his complaints. “Time to get you taken care of, and I don’t want to hear any protest.”

Rolling your eyes and allowing him to push you down, he took up the role of doctor and you the patient. Until now, you hadn’t even realized the extent of your wounds. Bruises were already forming along your arm. The skin in your back was torn up from landing on the sharp stones of the ground, though it was of little significance. Whatever marks were left would be lost amongst the sea of those already there. Gently, he began wiping the blood from your knuckles, shooting an apologetic look after every pained hiss before moving on to wrapping them.

“You know, this seems awfully familiar.” Jokingly, he taps at the bandages.

“Yes, but I would like to think I’ve gotten a bit better at fighting since then.”

“I don’t know.” He grins. “I think you used to be much better at getting beat up.”

A small chuckle escapes. Then another. And another. Within seconds your both doubled over, leaning on each other for support and gasping for breath. It had been, what, months? Years? It was hard to remember the last time you laughed this hard, felt this carefree.

“I missed this.” You looked over at Jay.

“Missed what?”

“This.” He gestured between you. “Us. Being together and not having to worry about anything.”

“We could live a peaceful life.” It escapes you before you realize it. No more than an absent thought, spoken aloud.

“What do you mean?”

The once joyous mood turns sour, voice now filled with venom as you spoke. “Those Mandalorians, those Sith, invaded our planet. They kidnapped us, forced you to learn to fight.” You spat. “If they had just left us alone we could be back home right now and-”

“-And what?” His jumps up, only to spin and face you. “Be worked to the bone just trying to survive? Freezing as the temperature drops and fuel cost goes up? You know I would have to start working in the mines soon!” He takes your hands in his own, almost in a pleading way.

“Living here may not be perfect, maybe not even good, but it’s still better than what could have been. We don’t go hungry, we have beds to sleep in, and our lives have some form of value. But most of all, we have each other.” His voice cracks at the end, nearly making your heart do the same. “Isn’t that enough?”

Stunned, you can only stare back. He wasn’t wrong, and that’s what annoyed you most. Living back home was almost as rough as the terrain. The work would have killed you before long, if not the planet itself. Just as it had your parents, and their parents before them. Here, for the first time, you slept without shivering. Food and water were a basic provision, not a luxury, and while there were many things that could kill you, they were the same things that protected you.

“Well,” you finally broke the silence. “I don’t think our work is quite as bad as the mines. Close, but not quite.”

“Alright Miss secretary. How about you try Mandalorian combat training while I run papers and flirt with a warlord.”

You gasp, shoving his shoulder, careful to avoid his injuries.

“I’ll have you know that warlord is a sith, and he happens to have quite the temper. Plus, have you seen those horns? I can say from experience they’re quite sharp.”

“If you say so.” He laughs, trying to duck away as you take another slap at him. Before you can try again, a familiar face approaches.

“Kora.”

Jay nods in respect to the medic, who returns the gesture before turning towards you.

“Savage demands your presence.” Stomach dropping at her words, you turn towards Jay, who simply nods his head. You both want to stay, to bask in the familial warmth that only you can provide for one another. Every fiber of your being wants to argue, but he knows just as well as you do that there’s not really an option. From the way she stands, shifting from foot to foot, it’s easy to tell she’s nervous. It was phrased as a demand, not a question. It would be better for all parties if you went without fuss.

“I’ll see you soon.” Giving Jay one last hug, Kora turns on heel, making haste as she leads you to Savage’s tent. It’s set up the same as every time. A fire in the center, with a place to sleep off to one side. The only difference is the tent itself, which is made of a lighter material, providing shade without trapping heat.

Kora leaves you at the entrance, eager to get away and back to normal duties. Taking a moment to steel your nerves, you enter.

As soon as you see him, pacing back and forth at the end of a bedroll, every nerve is on edge. He had been away, helping finish the takeover, ever since the end of the fight. His reaction then had been worrying enough, and now you were alone with him. Yet he says nothing. His eyes barely skim over you before he’s heading out, leaving you to follow. Just like always. And like the good pet you were, you followed.

His pace is quick, as if he’s in a hurry, throwing a look back over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure you were still following. The silence allows you to take in the beauty of your surroundings, the sights and sounds of the planet as the sun sets. If not for your current situation, it might be nice. But life had a way of making things less than ideal.

After a few minutes of walking another sound reaches your ears, breaking through the rustling of leaves and chirps of creatures flying overhead. The sound of running water.

Rounding a small bend, you almost run into his back as he stops. It’s almost shockingly private, the spot he’s chosen, with the bank rising high on either side, and the trees curling overhead, acting as almost a roof and allowing only a few dapples of light through. It’s atmospheric, almost tranquil, and leaves you wondering what you’re doing here, far enough away that no one will wander upon you by accident but close enough to know if something happens back at camp.

“Uh, Savage?” You turn to ask him what you’re doing here, only to have your heart leap in your chest.

His armor and robe are tossed over a low hanging branch, leaving him nearly nude save for his shorts. A blush finds its way to your face, though there’s no reason. He had been shirtless around you plenty of times before. Either when he was sparring with Maul, and insisted that you were there to watch, or simply on the nights he grew too heated, craving contact with your own body as close as possible.

Looking back, it was clear he wanted you to do the same. There was only a moment of hesitation on your end. After all, this was different than all those other times spent held close at night, or simply pulled into his lap whenever he felt like it. Here you were, outside the privacy of the ship and vulnerable to the eyes of anyone. Still, you did as instructed, stripping down to your bindings and underclothes, as well as the ever present collar. Once finished, you neatly folded them, taking great care when laying them next to his, if only to stall a few moments more. He was already out in the middle of the river, eyes fixed and watching your every move.

The chill of the air was nothing compared to that of the water, raising goosebumps along every inch of skin and setting your teeth chattering away. For such a hot planet, you would have expected the water to be much warmer.

When you reach him, the water is already up to your chest, while it only reaches mid-waist on him, cutting off just where his hips begin to dip into a deep V. Breaking through your thoughts as a cloth is placed in hand, you look questioningly up at the tall Zabarak. What on earth did he expect you to-

Oh...OH…

He was still covered in filth from fighting, caked from horn to toe in a number of stains and smears. Savage is not a patient man however, grabbing your hand in his, wetting the cloth before he begins scrubbing.

“Hey, hey! I can do it! Just let go!” You slap at him, earning only a grunt in response, but he releases you all the same. With him still staring down expectantly, you take a deep breath before getting to work.

Silently you scrub at his skin, clearing away the blood and dirt that persist in clinging to him. Inch by inch, golden skin and black markings slowly emerge from the mess as you make your way further up his body. All the way to the point where you have to stand on your toes while he crouches, cleaning his horns from the blood that stubbornly clings to and stains them. As awkward as the situation was, it was hard not to admire the man before you. Built like a ranicore, muscle strong as beskar twitched under your touch. His skin was almost burning in comparison to the water, though with your own racing pulse the temperature felt almost pleasant now. That rate increased the lower you went, finally stopping at his waist. Be it your dignity or anger at being dragged here, you refused. The running water would take care of it, or he could do it himself. He could have done it all himself.

With that, you assumed yourself done, ignoring the smooth stones shifting as you turned, intending to walk away and back to the camp. Wet and shivering. Perfect.

“Stop.” Savage growled, grabbing your wrist. It was the first word he had spoken the entire time, though it was more of a growl. “You’re filthy.”

“I can take care of myself!” Struggling to pull free, your efforts were of no use. It was like fighting against a wall, and gave much of the same results, only becoming more soaked as the water was disturbed. His grabbed you by the shoulders forcing you to still. Taking a breath, he spoke more gently.

“I know you can, I know. Just,” he sighed, suddenly finding great interest in the water. If you hadn’t known any better, you would say he was embarrassed, though the little light provided through the branches above made it hard to see. “Allow me to take care of you.”

His eye flick back up to your own, engaging in a staring contest. You were stubborn, determined not to give in, but it was Savage after all. Be it from his Sith powers probing around your mind, or just the pure reliance you had on him thus far, you fell victim to him once again, allowing his soft gaze to break you. Tugging you closer, he wets the cloth in the water once again, cleaning the blood and dirt from himself previously as best he could from it before beginning.

It's almost comical how careful he is. Savage takes great care in being gentle, lightly running the cloth over your skin and making sure to apply only the slightest pressure around the newly bandaged wounds. Relaxing is one word you could use to describe it. His touch just as steady as himself, just as he was every night, strong fingers tracing patterns and holding tight.

Once he’s satisfied that you’re clean enough you expect him to let him go, only to be pulled even further, legs swept from underneath as he dips your head back into the water. After the initial panic you give no further reaction, skull easily putting in his palm as he alone keeps you floating. There’s nothing to do but relax, closing your eyes and allowing the muffled world under the surface to encompass you. Savage’s hand card through your hair as the current stirs. It’s almost painful, though not because he was being ruff. The action reminded you too much of your mother. When you were younger you would share baths, not wanting to waste any water nor fuel to heat it. She would always wash your hair, getting any and all knots out before drying it. Catching a cold was easy, especially in the winter months. These had been times you relished. Just like nearly everyone else she worked in the mines. Long hours meant she was gone a lot and when you did see her she was dead tired. Moments alone had been special, cherished.

You wanted to stay here, endlessly floating in the inky dark of the water. There’s no distractions to be seen. No fighting or clanking of machines, Mandalorians or war lords. All too soon you’re pulled back to reality, forced to face your captor and protector once again.

He gives you another once over, turning your body and making sure there were no spots he missed, making you feel like a child once again. Standards met, he begins back towards the shore with his hand resting on your lower back, pushing you along against the current. As much as you wanted to be out of the water and back at the camp it was still unappealing to imagine doing so in wet clothes. They were tight and breathable, offering no protection against the light breeze. Savage hadn’t brought anything to dry off with and you weren’t expecting the adventure so it was the only option you could see.

To your surprise, when you went to reach up and pull the clothes from their branch, Savage grabbed them instead, to which they joined his own. He offers no explanation, as per usual, and only pushes you further upstream. You can’t help but roll your eyes, going along with it as he uses one hand to push the occasional branch out of the way with the other perched on your shoulder. The stony sand underfoot turns to rich soil, much warmer and inviting as the trees become more dense.

“Where are we going?’’ Savage says nothing, instead choosing to answer your question in another way. Stepping through one last wall of leaves, light burst forth from the scene in front of you.

A field, around the length of two B-wings and half the width, created an open air space compared to the claustrophobic woods around it, allowing the moon above full access to shine down. It’s light illuminated the sea of white flowers below and made the sight nearly blinding. You could have stood there all night, staring in awe, but Savage had other plans.

“Come.”

Leading you to the center, trying to avoid stepping on any of the flora, he spread his robe across the ground with a shake. Pulled down with him, you got comfortable, ignoring the occasional stain of blood in favor of taking in the sight before you. Both silent, all that could be heard was the rustling of leaves all around, with the occasional skittering of the planet’s wildlife.

“How did you know this was here?” You finally ask. It was too perfect to have been something to just stumble upon and he had clearly had a destination in mind when you were walking. The question was why he had found such a place. Savage wasn’t the type to stop and smell the roses after all, and to remember its location even after finding it was an odd move for him.

“I saw it from above. When we were flying in earlier.” He tilts his head, gaze traveling over the buds. “I was hoping it would still be around; to show you, I mean. I thought you would enjoy it.” The last part was nearly whispered, so quiet you would have missed it if he were any further away.

“Do you?”

It makes you want to laugh. His tone is like that of a child seeking a parents praise after presenting them with an arts and crafts project. There’s a stubborn part of you that wants to say nothing, another that wants to expose that vulnerability in an act of revenge for all his recent actions. Still, you can’t find it in you to do so. The tone he uses is rare, used only in the most rare and intimate moments of your room, with his face buried in your stomach as you talk about the most mundane of things. It was always an odd request of his, to hear you talk. He claimed it helped soothe him. Less annoying and angry then the others he was constantly surrounded with.

“My planet was rough and barren.” You admit, fingers reaching over to skim the leaves of each flower. “We didn’t have anything like this. Just rocks and dirt.”

His stares, clearly looking for more. Laughing, you give him a more defined answer.

“Yes. I like it. It’s...amazing.”

He sighs, content, and leans further back onto his elbows. Meanwhile your wandering hands begin picking the flowers, weaving the stem together into a chain form. All is silent once again, and you think he’s done. In some weird way it feels almost like a date. A messed up, oddly executed date. It’s the thought that counts though, and it’s not like there’s much for you to compare it to. No one back home had been clamoring to date you nor would you have had the time.

“Did you get these on your planet as well?” Goosebumps follow his fingers as they trace along your back, following the line of every scar and scrape. The initial contact makes you jump, jerking away from the touch, yet he’s persistent, warmth returning once again as he jumps from jagged line to line like some abstract connect the dots.

“You mentioned before you worked in the mines. We didn’t have those on Dathomir but I know they’re prone to cave-ins and explosions.”

Weaving fingers pause, mulling over your response. You had never told anyone about them, preferring to cover them and try to forget they were even there. The way you had earned each also had their own stories, some worse than others but all stemming from the same place. Savage had shared his stories before, telling you in sleepy hazes and hoping it would get you to open up more in the beginning. He had seen them as well, and you knew he would question it until he received an answer.

“Not all are from the mines. Some yes but,” swallowing thickly, it feels as if the words are stuck in your throat, both burning to come out after so long of being buried and clawing to remain hidden. You return to braiding the stems, trying to distract yourself as you explain further. All the while Savage listens.

“When my parents first died I had just started working in the mines. As some of the more senior workers they had been in the lower sections that day when the cave-in happened. Since I was new, my income was less than the others and getting by was hard, especially with the winter month coming up.” A bitter smile creeps across your face, the memory just as fresh as the day it happened. “I heard a few of the guys talking about a new underground ring. I could get credits for fighting even if I lost. Getting in was easy enough. Not a lot of people want to voluntarily get beat up. They had us fight with everything from viroblades to just our fist.” You laughed, humorless. “Those guys don’t pull their punches.”

Savage says nothing, only making you more nervous but with no more stems to twist. He must see you as some sort of violent monster, ironically. Up until now you were nothing but a wide eyed and helpless civilian, reliant on others for information and permission.This was a whole new side. Darker and more cynical. A part of your life and yourself you would rather forget.

All at once you're lifted and pulled closer, now sitting in Savage’s lap and making your temperature rise from embarrassment rather than anxiety. His large legs and wide hips easily encasing you between them. It was ridiculous really, having been in similar positions before. Holding you in his lap was one of his favorite ways of not-so-subtly claiming you, especially during long meetings. This felt different somehow; closer, more intimate.

His hands grab yours, bringing them to his face and allowing his lips to brush against the bandaged knuckles as he speaks.

“There’s no need for you to fight anymore.”

Then, almost hesitantly, he places feather light kisses on each knuckle. From there he works his way across the skin, slowly working his way up your arm to your shoulder. His actions grew rougher in tandem with your temperature, tongue occasionally sneaking out to taste the delicate skin after each small nip. His nose brushes lightly over your collar, pushing it aside and pausing for only a moment before lightly sinking his teeth into the skin located at the juncture between your shoulder and neck. Not enough to draw blood, but to create a darker mark matching those that trailed your arm. You were reminded of how prominent his canines were, the elongated teeth trailing over the skin in a way that elicited a squeak, much to your embarrassment.

Once he was satisfied there he moved further, reaching your face which he gave a similar treatment. The angle at which your head is bent to allow him to reach from behind is almost painful, but you’re too distracted to care. A kiss was placed on your forehead, then each cheek, before hovering over your lips which were slightly parted as light pants escaped.

He goes no further, molten eyes nearly scalding and feral. They’re almost begging as he hardly restrains himself, waiting. It’s with a jolt you realize that he’s waiting for you. This large zabrak, this sith, is placing the next move in your hands. Whatever you decide is how everything after proceeds. Maybe it’s that power you hold over such a man, or maybe he’s somehow influencing you throughout the force, but you feel nearly dizzy.

You know you shouldn’t. You were still a slave, as glorified as it was. He destroyed your home just like he had with countless other innocent people today, leaving you to wash their blood from his body just minutes before. And yet you can feel the pull he has over you, drawing you in like a dog on a leash.

The truth is, you’re tired of fighting. Of being strong and taking everything in stride. The past few months of your life had been some of the best and carefree, the temptation to give in to the him hanging like a cloud.

And so you do, cutting the last line drawn as your lips connected with his.

They’re rough, almost chapped, but still undeniably warm and inviting as they mold against your own. He easily flips you around to face him, swallowing your yelp of surprise as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head and you follow his lead. The canines from earlier make a re-appearance, biting at your lips and pulling a moan out before you could stop it, much to your embarrassment. Savage’s reaction is quite the opposite. It’s as if a switch is flipped, something triggering in him as he surges forward with a growl that vibrates your body, effectively pinning you between the ground and his chest. The sensations of the cool ground and prickly grass contrasting that of his warm skin added a whole new layer to the experience.

His actions become sloppy, desperate almost, barely letting you breath as his grip tightens. Undoubtedly there will be bruises of a different type tomorrow. The reprieve only comes when he moves back down to your neck once again. Oxygen floods your system once again, chasing away the edging darkness in your eyes. The relief is only short lived, pain blossoming through your system as teeth sink into the same spot as early. This time it’s much deeper, not in the same pleasurable way as before but now more searing. It’s as if he’s trying to reach bone, and he might have, almost in a way that will scar.

He remains there for a moment, ignoring your small whimpers and cries of pain, before deciding he was done. His tongue darts out, lapping at the blood escaping the wound and soothing it’s sting until the flow begins to slow. With a last kiss to the area he brings his face back up to yours, gaze holding yours in a deadly lock. His mouth is smeared with your blood, white teeth stained crism as he practically snarls.

“You. Are. Mine.” His breath is hot, fanning across your face. You know you’ve truly fallen for his words inspire not fear, but a tingling warmth.

“Say it.”

“I..” His grip on your wrist tightens, not even loosening as you winch. Shakily you managed to speak.

“I am yours.”

With that his lips are on yours once again, sealing the deal. You should feel more concerned. Out here with none other than the moon and stars as witness, you’re completely at his mercy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#star wars x reader #savage x reader #savage opress x reader #yandere star wars #yandere savage #yandere savage opress #yandere x reader #i don’t care that he killed people #he deserves the world😭

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animeyanderetalker · 4 months ago

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Among all fandoms you write for can you list your 10 favorite yandere( if you don't mind can you also write reason why you prefer them 💕😭)

This is a question you would pretty much have to ask me everyday because that is something that so heavily depends on a lot of factors. My mood, what I am watching or rewatching, shorts about a series or character I see on Insta or YouTube and so much more. The list I am giving you now is something that changes daily, maybe even hourly!

Jinx from Arcane

Jinx is my favorite character in Arcane together with Viktor. She has a lot of trauma, attachment issues, hallucinations and is on a very impulsive and chaotic side. Her emotions control her at times to the point where she loses control over herself. That makes for a very complex and interesting character to write about as a Yandere because it is so easy to spin it all around and make her heavily obsessed with the reader in fics. A relationship with Jinx would be heavily co-dependent as she can essentially not trust her own mind due to being haunted by hallucinations and voices which means that she has to rely on you. You are her grasp of reality and without you she is going to slip hard and fast. Jinx is like a bomb who goes off without you around and the result can be dead bodies she didn't even plan to kill. It just happens when she can't discern reality from hallucinations and sees monsters and dead faces everywhere.

Darth Maul from Star Wars: The Clone Wars

As someone currently rewatching all of Star Wars: TCW with one of my good friends, I was heavily reminded of the existence of this glorious man. This series added so much character to Maul who was originally only present for one movie where he didn't speak a single word. Maul is a character who has gone through a lot. This dude was cut in half and survived for 10 years only fueled by hatred. I like myself a villain like him because he is the type of Yandere who would view his darling as a weakness and would genuinely attempt to murder them only to never be able to do so. Maul has never experienced any form of tenderness in his life. He was ripped away from his mother when he was a baby, was raised by Darth Sidious to be a Sith Lord only to be ultimately left to die. That's another trope I enjoy. Of someone who has never known love before slowly mellowing out due to the affection he receives from his darling.

Savage Opress from Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Can't have the younger brother without the older brother there! Some of the tropes that I have already mentioned in Maul's part apply to Savage just as much. What I consider from him to be interesting that on his planet the females reign supreme. When Savage thinks of women, then he thinks of the Nightsisters. For most of his life he has only known violence, humiliation and oppression from women which is why he would be so confused when he is given kindness by his own darling. Differently from Maul who has a whole Hunchback from Notre Dame Frollo meltdown (play the song Hellfire), Savage is much quicker to embrace it all. Still in a possessive manner fitting a Sith but he would be much more gentle with you and extremely protective on top of that. Where Maul avoids affection or always believes that there is a hidden motive, Savage actively leans into it and even demands it.

Levi Ackerman from Attack on Titan

Attack on Titan is over and that saddens me. Especially since newer content has slowed down since then and I even notice that in my inbox. If I compare the amount of requests from this show to when I started and to the interest now, there has been a visible decrease. I consider that to be a shame because as heartless and cruel as that world is, spinning feelings are so easy to happen. Whilst Eren is my favorite character, Levi is currently the one I want to write about a lot. And it frustrates me because I don't recall that there is a single request for him in my inbox. He is genuine husband material, extremely overprotective and shoulders such heavy burdens. This is a man who has seen everyone dying in front of him so as a result of all that trauma he is going to grow exponentially more protective over his own darling.

Yamato from One Piece

It has taken me over a year but I am finally in Wano in One Piece. The arc I have been looking forward to the most. Yamato has already caught my eye from his character design and now that he has been introduced, he hasn't disappointed. I'm still stuck in the arc so I don't know if there is going to be any more that will be revealed about his character and his past. Based on just how much I love the character though I want to write for Yamato a lot. He has a shitty backstory too but differently from the characters I mentioned previously he expresses any potential trauma that he might have in more healthy ways. I definitely believe him to be very delusional though and I have a soft spot for delusional Yandere.

Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece

I'm pretty much just waiting for Luffy to bust out his Gear 5. Later most likely than sooner as I have just recently cracked the 1000 episode milestone. I must admit that I want to mainly know if in that form he would behave any differently than normally in which case my interest might focus specifically on Luffy in his Gear 5 form. Just like Yamato Luffy belongs in the delusional category and that coupled with his normal optimism makes for one very dense Yandere who won't see things as they are. This might sound quite terrible but I have actually found Luffy more interesting to write about ever since Marineford where he witnessed Ace die right in front of him. Apparently I just have a thing for characters with trauma but it makes it just much more easier for me to write about darker moments involving said characters because I can use that trauma as a trigger.

Vinsmoke Sanji from One Piece

Talking about characters with trauma, we have Sanji here! Whole Cake Island has done wonders for him in terms of backstory and deepening his character, especially for me as a writer. I have witnessed a genuine shift in how I perceive him as a Yandere since that arc and I am glad that I published my headcannons about him after I knew him better. Previously I would have just categorised him as jealous and a worshipper but all of that has expanded a lot since that arc. He still has those traits but a thick layer of trauma, insecurities and a lack of seeing his own self-worth has been added since. Sanji is a self-sacrificing Yandere, the type who ignores his own well-being and risks his own life for his darling. He's also an unhealthy perfectionist who needs to do everything just right for you or else he does have a relapse in regards to his own mental health.

Trafalgar D. Water Law from One Piece

This is the last One Piece character, I promise! Law is in a very similar situation as Sanji is. Ever since the timeskip he has received a lot of attention and has gotten his own backstory as well. I have considered Law always interesting as his Devil Fruit and his character as a doctor and captain have all given him certain positions and unique abilities he can use to keep a potentially unwilling darling with him. His backstory has added to his character a lot since then. Differently from the three previous characters though, Law is more subtle with his affection as much as he is with his obsession. Not one for clingy antics or grand acts of service but for that all the more obsessed. As a doctor he knows stuff other people don't and he pays more attention to your anatomy and your body as a result which I can spin to a more creepy obsession. Law's fascination can be very morbid and he is aware of that which makes for an interesting clash of obsession and dignity to write about.

Aizen Sosuke from Bleach

Aizen is control personified. There seems to be nothing that he doesn't know, that he doesn't plan for and that doesn't shake his composure. There is a very good reason why so many people who watch Bleach can't help but root for him and want him in the episode and that is simply because he dominates every scene he is in. If aura is a person then it is Aizen. It's actually disgusting how attractive this man is and the Japanese VA only adds to that more. Having Aizen obsessed with you means that it is over but the wonderful thing is that you won't even notice that until so much later. He is a strategist, he takes his time and he will succeed. There is nothing that will ever help you to escape him as this man ensures that he will always hold the strings. The mindgames he plays are scary as there will be events he plans for years in advance and you won't know about it until he tells you.

Mereoleona Vermillion from Black Clover

Just let me write for this woman please. I love feral Yandere and it is rare to have a woman be as much of a beast as Mereoleona is. As a Yandere with an obsession, this woman will be a lot to handle. She is on fire pretty much all the time and so her obsession is going to be nothing short of an inferno. Whilst someone like Fuegoleon would be responsible enough to control himself and even someone delusional like Leopold would at least hold back somewhat, Mereoleona is the type who just lets herself get consumed. She throws herself into her feelings and that is going to be very intense.

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yanderes-galore · 6 months ago

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Yandere platonic Savage compress who’s grown fond of his new apprentice while working for the sith at the time.

Sure! Here's me rambling about him ^^ Added Maul because I feel they're too connected to leave out of one another.

Yandere! Platonic! Savage Opress with Apprentice! Darling

(FT. Platonic! Darth Maul)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive/Overprotective behavior, Slight manipulation, Murder, Abduction, Isolation, Possible OOC Savage, Dubious companionship.

As part of his mission, Savage Opress was made to be Count Dooku's apprentice.

Honestly in the show he's always been an apprentice.

He was one for Count Dooku and then forced to be an apprentice to Darth Maul after he lost their fight.

Him getting an apprentice probably wouldn't happen...

Yet let's tweak the narrative.

Savage Opress met you when you were a young Sith in training.

Maybe you also worked under Count Dooku, that or you become someone Savage Opress manipulated into being part of the Sith?

The first option seems more plausible as Savage Oppress doesn't seem all that... manipulative compared to other Sith.

Regardless, Savage Oppress didn't expect to take you in as an apprentice.

Although, as he got stronger under Dooku's training, the opportunity eventually came.

You were to be under him for missions, Dooku claiming he wants to see improvements from both of you.

Normally masters and apprentices of the Sith aren't meant to be fond of one another.

Hate makes Sith stronger with the Force.

Savage Opress knows this due to how his training with Dooku goes.

Yet Savage Opress doesn't outright harm you as your 'master'.

Which makes the title a bit dubious.

He encourages you to fight with your rage though.

Despite being a brutal assassin, it's odd how much he's merciful with you.

You... just remind him of a sibling in a way.

After all, he was a big brother at one point in time.

You two may indeed get in fights, yet Savage notably is against roughing you up too much.

Unlike Dooku who would use Force lightning the second you didn't use your full strength...

Savage hates that.

Which, as a Sith, is probably good.

You weren't meant to be his 'apprentice' forever.

It was meant to be temporary to train him, yet when his initial plan to kill Dooku goes wrong...

He just takes you with him.

Dooku probably left you with him, expecting Savage to kill you in a blind rage.

That didn't happen though.

As much as Savage is a beast, it's not like you betrayed him.

Which ends up with Savage snagging you as his own.

You struggle to see him as a master because of how he treats you at times.

Even though you both aren't the same species, he acts as though you have a kinship with one another.

Truthfully Savage probably was never master material.

He treats you like he's meant to be your brother more than anything.

It's odd, while he's rough at times, you're more of a companion than a pawn to manipulate?

I don't doubt savage would drag you back to the Night Mother, then probably take you to find Maul with him.

You train with Savage many times under his watch.

That's what master and apprentice are supposed to do, after all.

Yet even you can sense an uncharacteristic fondness in him when he fights or works with you.

Even at Lotho Minor, Savage never takes his eyes off you.

It's weird, Sith don't typically have familial connections like this.

They usually breed hate... yet Savage is an enigma to you.

Savage is noticeably protective of his apprentice.

It's nothing like how a Jedi treats their apprentice, yet it's also unlike a Sith.

You're stuck with Savage during the Maul situation too.

Savage makes you stay back when he reasons with the beast his brother's become.

You still keep your Saber up though.

By the time Maul regains his mind, that's when you feel the aura of a true Sith Lord.

Maul only ever saw Savage as an apprentice honestly.

He may even be baffled at the bond you and Savage have.

You? His apprentice?

Absurd.

... but he can work with this.

I have a feeling you'd get two platonic yanderes eventually.

Savage's whole goal after Dooku was to meet Maul.

Which means Maul and you were going to be acquainted eventually.

What probably ends up happening is this...

Maul becomes Savage's master, while you remain Savage's 'apprentice'.

Although to Maul... He probably views it as him having two apprentices.

Savage is a brute after all... You both may need a guide in his eyes.

Anything Savage is taught is eventually taught to you.

Imagine if Maul himself ends up growing fond of you?

Maul has always wanted an apprentice to get back at those who have wronged him.

Now he technically has two....

Back to Savage, it's obvious he's an odd master to have.

You're taught how to use your rage by him but he doesn't seem to be a great teacher.

Not without Maul.

Savage mostly acts like a protective older brother, taking on most of the threats while you're meant to finish things off.

He feels a bit too nice to you, honestly.

Which is where Maul comes in.

Maul isn't as affectionate, in fact there's times he sees Savage's protective behavior as unnecessary.

Even though over time he starts doing it himself.

He tells Savage to be more cruel with you, that he needs to manipulate you.

Savage does... but it's more like him making you rely on him instead of what Maul intended.

Savage as a yandere can be brutal.

He may be nicer than most Sith or even Zabrak... but those who he isn't close to are demolished.

He's possessive, even if it manifests as him protecting you.

The thought of Jedi or anyone taking you...

Well, Savage plans to have them pry you from his claws if they want to try that.

His species are naturally good fighters and Savage is actually a strong Sith.

He'll crush bones, snap metals, and split his enemies in two over you.

He even feels a small amount of jealousy towards Maul when he offers to enhance your skills.

Savage thinks you're his apprentice, after all.

Maul may just find this behavior amusing.

Oh lovely, more hate Savage can use.

You most likely aren't surprised by Savage's behavior.

That or you see his possessive and ruthless nature as normal.

That is until you realize it's because of you.

Even then, best to not look too much into it, right?

Savage doesn't seem all that affectionate, either.

Maybe he occasionally pulls you close against him during fights, but I doubt he'd be overly smothering.

It doesn't seem to be in the culture?

Overall, Savage is animalistic and ruthless when it comes to taking down foes beside you.

He doesn't want anyone harming you, in this way he's selfish.

He can't have anybody taking you, after all.

This is an excellent source of rage for him... hatred caused by his fondness for you.

An animalistic and primal feeling that causes him to want to tear others apart for being too close.

He growls at passersby and never seems to have you out of his sight.

Maul only seems to encourage him at times just to get things done.

Savage cares for you more than any Sith master ever could.

When he dies, you'll probably be fine on your own.

Free, even.

Until Maul decides to step in.

It's about time you had a proper master than his brute brother, hm?

#yandere star wars #yandere star wars x reader #yandere savage opress #yandere savage opress x reader #platonic yandere #yandere darth maul #yandere darth maul x reader

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bimswritings · 1 year ago

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StarWars Masterlist

Includes 18+ material, police yourselves!

Key:

Violence-🩸

Smut/Suggestive Content-🔥

Armorer

Armorer x Blacksmith reader🩸 pt.1 pt.2

Clones

Overall Kink Headcanons🔥

Din Djarin

This is Our Way (Third and fourth chapter on the continuous fic on AO3, too lazy to post here) 🩸 pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6

Savage Opress

The Conqueror🩸

Three parts, don't necessarily all have to be read. pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

In-Universe Character Shipping Fics

Reylo/Finpoe-Games and Prize. Modern AU. Just some fun at a carnival.

Suu/Cut Lawrence-Strange Traditions

Han Solo vs Holdo x Leia-To The Winner Goes The Love. Jealous Han Solo who hates competition.

Non-Shipping works, just fun character stuff

White Christmas-Din spends Christmas with Grogu, remembering his own childhood and the holiday.

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yandere-wishes · 2 years ago

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⋆ ⋆ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤//𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 ⋆ ⋆

Yandere drabbles (not fics, but equally as sweet)

Just shorter yandere ideas that me and the anons have come up with. If you're not in the mood to read long format 'x reader' stories then these goodies are perfect for you! Feel free to add/further discuss any ideas you may have regarding these snippets. Full Masterlists Here and Here

💜General

Genie's clothing brand (Melancholy and Pitch)

Yandere x Reader X Platonic!Yandere

Marry Me

If evil why husband?

Why did you start writing Yandere?

The darling with no attention span

Is he mentally unhinged?

They're perfect!!

My favorite Disney prince

My spirit is in the 70's

And now I have become her

My two types

💋💋💋

Just say I love you!!

This one is for the hot girlies

My aesthetic

How I write a resume

Nostalgia

I chose violence

I need more...

I have QUESTIONS

Men...

Fav Authors

Transformers terminology

The sons of sand😍🤩😍🤩

Tanjiro moodboard

Literal "bloodbath"

💜Genshin impact

▹▹General

Just a dream

▹▹ Wriothesley

Yandere Werewolf Wriothesley

Yandere Werewolf Wriothesley part 2

Wriothesley's cute housewife

Making out with Wriothesley

You're so perfect. You're so scary

Wriothesley's cheerleader

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bimswritings · 4 years ago

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Savage Opress x Reader: Pt.2

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Yandere Themes, Language

PT.1

Presents and Possessions

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Life aboard the ship of the Zabrak brothers wasn’t what you had been expecting.

Savage had told you that you were to serve him, be there for his every call, but so far he had neglected to have you do anything. As far as servants went, your duties were next to nothing, and you hardly saw him on a regular basis.

His appearances were sparse appearing every other day. There were times when you would go days, even a week without seeing him. When you did he was, for a lack of better words, clingy.

The first few nights he had to wrestle you to get you to lay down, struggling against your squirming figure even with his superior strength. At first you had feared that he would try to pull something, leaving many sleepless nights for you as you remained stiff and on guard. As time progressed without incident, you found yourself becoming more relaxed, falling into a routine of sorts.

You would spend the day doing whatever it is you could find to occupy yourself in the room, be it reading one of the stray books he would bring or trying to maintain your physical skills and strength earned from years working in the mines. That strength could be your saving grace if you need to fight your captor, should he decide to flip the script and try to pull something one day. Then, at night or random intervals during the day, Savage would return. He would spend a majority of the time ranting, pacing back and forth across the room as he complained about one thing or another. All the while you would sit on the bed, silently listening.

On particularly rough days, he would forego any words and just drag you into his arms, holding you there for hours and not saying anything. It was as if the rest of the world was shut out to him at those times, ignoring your squirming as his horns poked into your skin, all the while his face remained bruised in the crook of your neck.

Even with having to deal with the clingy Zabrak, you were far from mistreated on the ship.

Visits with your brother were held once a week, either in your own room or in his own barracks. Sometimes he would even lead you to one of the various training rooms, excitedly bouncing up and down as he showed you whatever new skill he had learned from the Mandalorians. Savage would come along on those trips a few times, watching from the corner of the room in silence as you caught up with one another. Jay seemed to be in better health than he was back home, even putting on some weight between the regular meals and all the training he was doing. His strength was ever growing, and you had to put in some actual effort when wrestling with him.

Now that he wasn’t an enemy in their eyes, he was quick to earn the other warriors respect, often earning greetings as you walked side by side through the halls. There was still some bad blood between you both and some of the soldiers, namely the same blond man who had injured you back on your planet, but it was only to be expected. They never dared to bother you though, resorting to scathing glares as they walked past, Jay leading you through the halls with practiced ease, something that you found yourself slightly jealous of.

The only times you ever really left the room were to visit your brother, neglecting to explore more of the ship even though the doors remain unlocked. The fear of getting yourself into trouble or stumbling upon one of the guards with ill intent was too real in your mind, and the unknown territory did nothing to put your mind at ease. After spending the majority or your life on the same planet, in the same village, following roughly the same routine year after year, it made you cautious around the unknown simply because you didn’t know how to deal with it.

Unfortunately, the behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Savage as you had though. Hoping he just didn’t care about what you did when he wasn’t around, or that he was providing ample time to acclimate to the new surroundings, all theories were crushed after he broached the topic a month into your stay.

“Why do you never leave this room? The doors are unlocked, and you are allowed to wander. It’s not as if you could escape, even if you wanted to.” He spoke, turning towards you and pulling you from the daze you had been caught in.

The question came out of the blue, and you had debated on lying to him. There was no point though, as withholding the truth did nothing to better the situation. So, with a small shrug of your shoulders you answered.

“I know no one here but my brother, and he finds himself more and more busy each day. If I were to run into anyone or get into any trouble, I fear what might happen. After all, I doubt the others, especially your brother, have any such fondness for me. I have no position on this ship.”

He said nothing, only staring at you a moment longer, eyes narrowed, before turning back to resume getting ready for bed.

You shrugged it off, figuring that he would drop the subject now that he had his answer. There was no reason he should have any concerns over your behavior further than that, and he acts no different when he pulls you into his chest that night, letting out a sigh as you begin humming lightly. Something you had done for Jay whenever he had trouble sleeping, and while trying to sooth yourself in the early nights of your forced companionship you discovered that he enjoyed it as well. The better mood he was in, the better things were for you, and you would be lying if you said that all the nights spent with him hadn’t warmed you up to the large Sith a bit, even if rationally you knew it was just a result of dependence and Stockholm.

Sleeping soundly as ever, it comes as almost a shock when he wakes you in the morning. Normally he would leave without so much as a word, so to be greeted with the sight of him standing above you, already dressed and shaking your shoulders roughly, was a bit of a surprise.

“Get dressed.” Is all he says, throwing the clothes in his hands into your lap before turning around to wait, facing the wall as you slip from your sleeping garments.

You do as he says, shedding your clothes and quickly slipping into the ones he had given you. The material was softer and nicer than anything you had ever owned, though still thick and heavy, providing warmth from the ever present cold of space. Upon closer inspection, you notice some stitching running all over the black fabric, which suspiciously resembles the same markings of his own skin.

How long had he had this? And why was he giving it to you now?

Before you can put too much thought into it, he’s turned back around. Golden eyes give you a once over, a small lift to his lips as he takes in your form before turning back to the door.

“Come.” Is all he says before exiting, leaving you to scramble and catch up as you pull on your shoes before running after him.

Once you do catch up, you still struggle to keep pace with him. His longer legs cover the same amount of ground as two of yours and he’s no slow walker. Taking place just behind him to his right, you catch him looking back over his shoulder to you. Now, certain that you’re following along, he begins pointing out different areas as you pass. Meeting rooms, offices where more notable figures could be found, even the control and engine rooms.

After a time of walking around the ship, you follow him to one of the previously mentioned training rooms to find Maul waiting for him.

“I see you managed to coax the little lolth out of her den.” His eyes flicker to you, practically burning into your skin and prompting you to hide behind Savage’s larger form. Said man ignores his brother’s words, instead directing you to stand by the door and out of the way as he removes some of his bulkier armor.

For the next two hours they spar, switching between simple hand-to-hand combat and using their lightsabers, which crackle and spark with every clash. Not only was the sight of such weapons enough to amaze you, having never seen anything but simple weapons and the occasional blaster from traders, but the strength that both Zabrak possess. While Maul is clearly strong, he still relies on his superior agility to remain out of Savage’s grasp, who’s not as jumpy but just as dangerous, crushing metal floors and walls a plenty with both raw strength and an invisible force.

You can’t help but watch with wide eyes at the display of raw power, unaware of exactly how much both men were showing off. Savage in earnest, taking secret pride in the way you watched, and Maul in more of a teasing way. He knew what his younger brother was doing, bringing you with him, and while he might have found it annoying if it was anyone else, he found it quite humorous in this case.

After both men conceded and caught their breath, Savage approached and took back the armor you had been holding for him until then. All the while you tried to avoid watching the way his now uncovered chest stretch and pulled with every movement, soon hidden beneath his many layers of clothing once again. At least you were able to confirm the theory about the markings, with identifiable parts matching up against the ones on your own clothing.

Despite the embarrassment of the subtle claiming, it was also a bit infuriating for him to do so without even telling you. It’s not like you could complain though. He technically owned you through the twisted rules of conquest.

The day wasn’t done however as you soon found yourself surrounded by others in the middle of what you surmised was a war meeting, standing just behind Savage as he discussed their next move with the others. No wonder he always came back so wound up. Just listening to all the arguing going on was enough to give anyone a headache, just like the one that was quickly coming to surface and pushing behind your own temples painfully.

Even with all the arguing going on, you were still aware of the stares you received and the whispers that followed. You tried not to pay them much mind to it, knowing they wouldn’t try to pull anything or speak out with Savage there. The same couldn’t be said for Maul, who did nothing to hide his disinterest as he continuously stole glances your way, clearly relishing in the discomfort he caused you.

By the time it was over, your legs were ready to fall off, feeling like jelly after spending hours standing during the meeting, which had stretched into late afternoon. Savage, seeming to sense your exhaustion, swept you off your feet and over his shoulder, all the while you were too tired to protest. Before you even made it back to the room you were out, the excitement of the day taking its toll and leaving Savage to deal with you, leaving both of you in your clothes from the day as he situated you in bed before curling his own form around yours.

If you had thought that your little adventure was just a one day thing, then you were dead wrong, treated to the same rude awakening, rushed out the door and forced to follow Savage around as he goes about his task.

This pattern repeats day after day, and he gradually begins giving you instructions and tasks. You’re led all over the ship, sent from one end to another on various orders for different people. Slowly, you start to become more comfortable and familiar with the surroundings. Finding your way around the ship is no longer a daunting task, with dark and ominous hallways that all looked the same becoming a well visualized mental map.

During the entire time you were learning, Savage was surprisingly patient. Not once did he get angry if you got lost, or took a while finding your way back. He simply just reminded you or where or what was needed in the same short tone he always used.

It took longer than you would care to admit, but eventually you caught on to what he was doing. He was getting you more familiar to the ship in his own way, practically forcing you to know the layout and interact with its occupants while turning you into his unofficial assistant. Thinking about it though, it is what he had said you would be doing in the first place.

Despite recognizing it as a form of slavery still, it made you feel lighter inside that he went out of his way to introduce the concept slowly, instead of just throwing you in headfirst. The feeling was quickly washed away as you remember who he was, beyond his interactions with you. A warlord and Sith who brought nothing but ruin to other planets, seeing them as nothing more than another part of their conquest and unfeeling for those he killed. Your planet was just one of the many to fall to their march.

Becoming familiar with the ship, there were obviously places that became your favorite to visit when there was time. Finding Jay, just to simply watch him progress while he trained and catch up, was the first thing you would do when given the time. Being around him also meant you were around the other Mandalorians, and you grew familiar with some, even friendly as they now extended their own greetings when seeing you run through the halls. It was comforting in a way, not feeling so isolated anymore.

Still, there were times where you simply wished to be by yourself. To take a break and attempt to forget the current situation you were in. The best place to do that was the large view port near the front of the ship.

It was a large window, spanning the entire length of the wall. You had discovered it by accident after getting lost once, taking a half hour to find your way back as there was nothing of importance close by and as a result there was little foot traffic. The lack of people made it perfect for thinking, and provided a beautiful view of the space beyond. It helped the wanderlust you held for the galaxies beyond, places you had never seen, nor had you ever thought you would see.

It was here you currently found yourself, relishing in the dim light of the stars passing outside and the atmosphere that came along with it. Savage would be expecting you back soon, but you could stretch it out a bit longer. Even if you were a bit late, he would only give a side look without saying anything against it.

So lost in the view beyond, you didn’t hear a set of footsteps approaching. Not until he speaks do you realize he’s even there.

“Nice view, eh?”

You jump, turning to face the young Mandalorian who holds his hands up in defense. Having never seen him before, even among the ranks of those who regularly populated the barracks and halls.

“I didn’t mean to startle you!” He smiled lightly, eyes crinkle at the action. “Just saw you standing all by yourself and figured you might want some company.”

Not really, you think to yourself. You came here to be alone after all, but there was no reason to be rude, especially since he had only approached with concern. Why not humor him with some small talk?

“It’s alright.” You smiled back, relaxing against the wall once again and content to continue the conversation. His questions are harmless, hardly even bordering on personal, but the way he seems to grow closer by the second puts a knot in your stomach, prompting you to slowly inch away. If he notices your discomfort he doesn’t mention it, only continuing his actions as his questions quickly turn more personal. Things such as ‘’do you have a boyfriend’ and ‘Which of the rooms are you assigned to?’.

“Listen, it’s been nice talking to you, but I really have to get back to work.” Sidestepping, you try to move around him, only for his hand to latch onto yours. You try to pull away, only for his grip to tighten painfully.

There’s no one around to help nor hear your struggles, and you curse yourself for allowing such a situation to occur. It’s one of the things you had been fearful of in the first place! There was still little you could do about the situation, fearful of the repercussions if you actually hurt him. But then again, Savage wouldn’t let them touch you, right? Surely he of all people would understand the need to protect yourself. He might even be glad you stood up for yourself! With that in mind, you swallowed thickly before drawing your arm back.

“Let go!” You cry, bringing your free hand down to deliver blow after blow. Each strike only bounces harmlessly off his armor, and it's only when you clock him across the face with a force that snaps his head back does he react.

He grunts, one hand coming up to staunch the blood now flowing freely from his now crooked nose. Long gone is the friendly smile, and in its place is a teeth gritting snarl as he tries to pull you closer.

“Listen here you little bitch! Why don’t you jus-”

He never gets to finish his sentence. Instead, he’s lifted into the air by seemingly nothing, eyes wide in shock, before being thrown against the wall with a force that shakes the ground.

It all happens in a split second, leaving no room to process what had just happened before your attention is drawn to thunderous footsteps approaching.

Savage’s aura is dark and menacing, almost tangible as he gets closer. It reminds you of the Rynic back home. Dangerous beast with razor sharp horns and needle like teeth. They were ill-tempered on the best of days, and it was better to just avoid them, should they take you as a threat and charge.

He was like that now, the intention to kill glaring, seeming more like his brother than ever before.

He says nothing, not even sparing a glance at the dazed Mandalorian who’s still pinned against the wall, bleeding nose now the least of his worries as the angry Sith comes closer. It's now you realize that he’s using whatever he had when fighting Maul. The Force, you had heard him call it before. Not something you were well versed in to give a lecture on, but knew enough about from the whispers of traders and those aboard the ship alike.

“How dare you.” He growls. “How dare you touch what is mine!”

It’s now you notice his clawed hand, fingers constricting even tighter in the air as he approaches and prompts more choking noises from the trapped man. His own hands pull uselessly at his throat, trying to free himself from the invisible force preventing him from breathing. His efforts are to no avail, and he’s left at the mercy of the enraged Zabrak as you helplessly watch.

Within seconds his skin is turning blue, color creeping in and spreading like a virus from his lips and eyes, which themselves have become webbed with red, bloodshot and panicked as they dart around the room before landing on your own frozen form.

‘He’s going to kill him.’ You realize with a chill. You knew he was violent, murderous, but he had never killed in front of you before. The sight of which had shocked you, but which was gradually wearing off. If you didn’t do something quick, he was going to die, and while he had assaulted you just moments ago you still felt no desire to see his life slip away before your very eyes.

So, with all the strength you could muster, you launched yourself at Savage’s back, throwing your arms over his shoulders and around his neck in a choke hold. He shook, trying to rid himself of your weight much like a dog would a flea, and while he almost succeeded dug in deeper, legs barely managing to reach around his wide waist, and locked your ankles together.

While one arm remained locked around his neck, the other reached out in an attempt to pull his extended hand down. Maybe if you managed to drag it away from its current position pointed at the Mandalorian, it would break some sort of connection.

It's almost laughable how little you can do against his vastly superior strength, and any hope that you can actually do anything is a pipe dream, leaving you nothing but words as you plea for him to stop.

“Savage! This is crazy!” He seems to not hear, only grunting in mild annoyance as his only response.

By this point the man has stopped struggling, his once struggling form slowing to a stop as his kicking legs simply dangle alongside his hands. He looks like a corpse already, and if not for the occasional jerk of his chest as he tries to suck in air still.

“If I’m anything to you, if I've ever been anything to you, then stop! Spare him!”

Something in your words seems to shake him, his head tilting lightly to catch your gaze over his shoulder. He pauses, hatred full eyes softening just a fraction, before his arm drops. The man’s body follows suit, falling the four feet to the floor, unconscious yet alive. There’s no time to be relieved however, as now with the advantage of both hands, Savage reaches around and grabs you by the collar, easily pulling you over his shoulder where he then proceeds to drag you along the floor, ignoring the way you kicked and struggled as he made his way through familiar halls. Anyone you saw did nothing, content with ignoring what was going on before their very eyes as you made your way to your destination.

A sense of dread filled your stomach as he roughly tossed you onto the bed of your room. There wasn’t even time to bounce off the soft surface before you were pinned down. Large hands worm their way under your clothes, discarding the layers and sashes with ease.

“S-stop! Stop!” You squirm, finally managing to pull away and spin around to face him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

His face is a mixture of anger and confusion, as if he can’t believe the way you’re reacting.

“What am I doing? I’m protecting you, that’s what I’m doing!” His finger stabs accusingly in your direction, voice tinge with disbelief. “You’re so weak and defenseless! If I hadn't come along then who knows what might have happened.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Did he really think that you were so incompetent, so incapable? New rage burned through your veins, emboldening you as you stood chest to chest with him. Your neck was tilted at an uncomfortably angle as you glared at his towering figure.

“Helpless? I got along just fine before you came and kidnapped me! Now I’m living on a foreign ship with people who killed my entire village and two psychotic Zabrak, one of which has some weird obsession with me and has reduced me to nothing more than a glorified secretary!”

He stiffened, aura growing increasingly menacing with every second. His hands flexed, clenching and unclenching by his sides. All of which was lost on you, too far gone and fed up with being ordered around without a choice. Now that the dam had burst, there was no holding it back.

“I would have handled the situation myself! I’ve dealt with far more handsy and stronger men than him! Furthermore I am not some toy to be fought over by grown men acting like children!” You pushed your finger into his chest to emphasize the point, feeling his chest expand as he takes in a deep breath. It's too late that you realize your mistake, and you doubt any amount of groveling will get you out of this one.

Instead, you back up slowly, wearily watching as you back away from his still form. His markings shine in stark contrast in the dim light of the room as he squares his shoulders, blocking any room for escape as he approaches. You’re forced back with every step, retreating until you find yourself backed into a corner. Fleetingly, your eyes dart around the room, landing on the door that seems light years away. If you could just make it there and out in the halls beyond then..then..

Then nothing. You were trapped. Even if you managed to escape, where would you go? He would find you, stuck on this ship, eventually.

Quicker then you’re able to process, one of his arms whips forward, cutting off any route of escape and causing the metal to vibrate with the impact. The ear closest rings dully, and you don;t even have to look to know that he’s left a dent. Hot breath fans across your skin as you stare wide eyed at the floor, not daring to look up and meet his gaze. Heart racing so fast, its amazing you can still hear over the thudding in your ears as he speaks.

“Has the lull of space dulled your senses, or have you forgotten what I said when I saved you from that pitiful little planet you called home. The one so barren and empty that you had to import all your goods. Where you were forced to do back breaking labor in order to survive, if that's what you want to call it.”

The words are like daggers, sinking deeper the longer he speaks as you're reminded of your previous circumstances. You had survived, yes, but could you really consider it living? Then again, how was it any better than your current situation? Instead of having the freedom to provide for yourself, you were forced to bow under the will of others and hope that they were kind enough to keep you around and alive.

He draws closer, leaving you nowhere to go and feeling entirely too claustrophobic.

“You. Belong. To me. I saved you! I'm your protector! And I can do whatever I want to you.”

His once quiet tone has risen to a yell, seeming to shake the very air and finally breaking your resolve.

A whimper leaves your quivering lips. Hardly louder than a whisper, but in the deathly still room it’s like a blaster shot, prompting the sith to freeze. Slowly, his hand raises. Ignoring the way you flinch away as he grips your jaw, he forces you to look at him directly. The calloused skin of his hands scratches at your own as he wipes away the tears now flowing freely. You hadn’t even realized you were crying, but the discovery breaks a sob from deep within.

He rears back like he’s been stung, leaving you feeling cold in the absence of his scorching skin. Stepping forward once again only results in a choking sound escaping your throat, freezing him in his tracks.

“I-I didn’t…” Words fading, his gaze moves from his own hands to your shaking frame and back again. A silent war goes on within him as the voices in his head fight for dominance. All the while you’re left to watch in fear for his next move.

With one last angry growl, he turns on heel and storms out of the room. The familiar beeping of the lock sounds, sealing your fate and you in the room.

Savage doesn’t return for seemingly hours, though it's unknown how long exactly as there was no way to keep track of time. All you know is that, after getting your tears under control and fixing your clothes back into place, you climbed onto the cot and fell into an exhausted sleep, constantly tossing and turning with your nightmares, yet forgetting them the moment you wake, drenched in sweat and shaking.

When you're woken once more, you nearly hurl yourself off the bed as bleary eyes spot a shadowy figure standing above. A hand clasp your ankle tightly before you can even move, pulling rough and dragging you to the edge where they then proceed to hold you in place with their legs alone. The entire time you struggle, kicking and squirming, which is quickly brought to an end as a startling familiar large hand grasps you by the nape, forcing your face into the blankets as he speaks.

“Hold still.”

It's Savage, you realize with a start. The shock of which stills your motions long enough for him to slip something around your neck. The foreign object was stiff, yet not uncomfortable apart from the fact that it was too tight to ignore.

Once in place, he released his grip, allowing you to escape and stumble your way towards the bathroom. The luminescent light was nearly blinding as it flicked on, revealing your latest accessory in the reflective surface of the mirror.

A collar. He had put a collar on you, like you were some sort of pet.

“What the fuck?” You whisper, hand ghosting over the offending wardrobe addition. The majority itself was made up of a thick black material, almost like steel woven fabric. Tilting it forward for a better look, you could see a thick layer of cushion-like material that you assumed was to keep from rubbing the delicate skin of your neck raw. In the very center was the only addition to the otherwise minimal design.

At first you thought it was a tooth or claw of some sort, the rough cone coming to a sharp point. The edges had clearly been smoothed, though you hated to think of how sharp the end was before receiving the dulling treatment.

Movement from the edge of the mirror disrupts your pondering, drawing attention to the lurking Savage. Not wanting a repeat of your last encounter, you're quick to exit the small room, ducking under his sweeping arm as you go.

“What is this!”

You seethe, keeping careful watch and making sure to keep ample distance as you circle the room. He seems unconcerned by your rage, simply watching with a hint of smugness to his heavy features.

“A gift.”

A gift? Was this some kind of sick joke for him? A punishment for what happened yesterday perhaps?

As if sensing your confusion, Savage indulges you and explains further.

“You’ve made it clear that you wish to retain some form of independence, as laughable as the idea is. That,” he gestures to the item around your neck. “Is one of my own horns. As clear of warning there can be, since you seem so against me killing the fools who think to oversteps boundaries.”

You blink owlishly, hand moving to the organic charm. Taking a closer look, you saw that he was indeed down one of his normal crown protrusions, sawn cleanly from his right side.

“Come. You’ve sulked long enough.” He leaves the room, not even sparing a glance back to see if you were following, which of course you were. While he framed it as being for your own benefit, you knew what it really was.

A claim. A warning. However you wanted to phrase it. It all boiled down to one thing; you were his property, and this was his way of showing it. More merciful, and less humiliating, than other ways he could have done so, you surmised.

So, with great reluctance you followed him, feet shuffling and head down.

____Bonus_____

Few things in Maul’s life had given him the same amusement he felt now. From across the room he watched as you sulked after his brother, clearly unhappy. Your displeasure was easy to detect even for those that weren’t force sensitive.

The ‘necklace’, as it was kindly called, rather than the collar it more closely resembled, was already in place and on full display for all. Clearly you were unaware of the implications of what Savage had given you, otherwise your reaction would be of a highly different kind.

The broken horn fragment gleamed, and he noted that he had dulled it just as advised. Though he would have gone for a different design. Something more elegant, and less flashy. It did the job though, screaming his claim and ensuring only an idiot would dare to question his claim, lest they attempt to challenge him for the right to court you. If he didn’t know Savage any better, he might have thought that he was moving extraordinary fast in his advances, but he was one for action first and thinking later, just like when he had those robes made for you.

One thing was for sure, and that was how much he was looking forward to the ensuing chaos. After all, Savage was no ordinary Zabrak, and these were no ordinary circumstances. It was highly unusual for his kind to take mates outside their species after all.

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bimswritings · 4 years ago

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Hi hey hello!

Just stopping by to let you know that your Savage x Reader is just SO REAL. Like yeah he has a secret soft side but the sith side still EXISTS. I love how you’ve depicted him. This is the Savage that shall live in my mind rent-free. I shall patiently await part 3~

You’re doing great💋💋💋

I put a lot of thought into his character when writing the series, and I love it when people write comments or send messages also noting the more in depth analysis of his character I give. He's one of my favorites in the show and I feel that he was so complex and interesting; it was a shame when they killed him off. Part three is in the works right now, but knowing people are looking forward to it gives me more motivation so thank you!

#star wars fanfiction #star wars #savage opress x reader #star wars the clone wars #yandere savage #yandere savage opress #savage opress #fanfiction #star wars x reader #quality characters #hejustwantedtobeloved #asks

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bimswritings · 4 years ago

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idk if you plan on writing more of your Savage fic but I just want to say it is one of my favourites on here and I always come back to reread 😌💗

I actually have the third part outline almost finished, so it should be out by the end of the month if school doesn't keep me too busy.

#star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars #yandere savage #yandere savage opress #savage opress x reader #savage opress #asks #fanfiction #x reader

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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Yandere! Star Wars Masterlist

Multiple Characters

Yandere! Platonic! Ahsoka vs Yandere! Platonic! Darth Maul with Jedi! Darling (Platonic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Platonic! Obi-Wan + Satine Kryze with Servant! Darling (FT. "Uncle"! Anakin Skywalker) (Platonic - Sharing) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Platonic! Darth Maul + Savage Opress with Nightsister! Darling (Platonic - Sharing) [FEMALE]

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

Yandere! Platonic! Anakin Skywalker with Darling who leaves the order (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Anakin with Jedi! Darling asking him to leave the order (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Anakin Skywalker with Senator! Darling (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Anakin Skywalker Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Darth Vader Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Platonic! Darth Vader Concept (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Darth Vader with Rebel! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Darth Vader with Jedi! Darling (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Ahsoka Tano

Yandere! Ahsoka Tano with Darling who left The Order with her (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Platonic! Master! Ahsoka with Padawan! Darling (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL}

Grand Admiral Thrawn

Yandere! Platonic! Grand Admiral Thrawn with Adopted! Darling (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Barriss Offee

Yandere! Barriss Offee with Darling who sympathizes with Seperatists (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Darth Maul

Yandere! Darth Maul Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Yandere! Obi-Wan Kenobi with Senator! Darling (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Boba Fett

Yandere! Boba Fett Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

General Grievous

Yandere! General Grievous Concept (Romantic/Dubious) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Savage Opress

Other

Yandere! Platonic! Savage Opress with Apprentice! Darling (FT. Platonic! Darth Maul) (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Satine Kryze

Yandere! Satine Kryze with Gentle Senator! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Stormtrooper with Higher Rank! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

#yandere star wars clone wars #yandere star wars #yandere star wars rebels

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