#savage opress angst

[darlingkairos]

Screaming crying throwing up

Count ur days palpatine I have a 12 gauge shotgun

(Poems are from octaviafleuurr)

[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Another Life

Perhaps parts of us die, but revival is all the more fulfilling for it.

A shape bounded across the crags in superhuman leaps. His roar startled the local wildlife out of their hiding places. Pants for air mingled with the early morning mist. It was brisk out, as chilling as his aura. The minimal light brought to bear hints of his rigidity in feature. His eyes burned with the hue of all the suns that had never smiled on him.

He was hated.

He was feared.

In trying to take a step forward, his body locked. Savage, after 5 hours of training (or rather, trying to pound the ghosts in his mind with his fists), had reached his limit. His legs buckled. Now on the ground and slumped against a tree, he stared at bloodied hands.

He was nauseated.

Just as that very first day under Count Dookou, he felt his frame crumble. Without the resentment driving him forward, he was no longer sure why he trained. Still moving in that way without the purpose behind it was to live as the undead.

His breath condensed, translucent tendrils rising and becoming lost among an invisible, infinite sea of particles. The world had a lighter tint, blue-grey and so very cold. The silhouette of the forest canopy drifted slightly in the breeze. The damp of the forest floor reached under his skin.

Stillness....

...but for the wind rustling the leaves...

...and the occasional caw among the trees....

The rage faded to a soul-sucking numbness. He would end things for the moment.

Walk.

To hands and knees. Then he staggered to his feet, and took a deep breath. One foot at a time.

Walk.

His body grudgingly obeyed.

Thump.

Another breath, another step.

Thump.

Boots dragged, heaved, stumbled past tree trunks, logs and scampering creatures, past wide-eyed faces to a little hut at the edge of the town. His fingers fumbled around the door's handle and guided it open.

The scent of caf and roasting meat permeated his senses. The hissing of the Dark Side, the biting air and the lingering resentment had no place within those walls. That old, painful skin they formed around his being began to slip. A breath left his lungs, and he stepped beyond the threshold.

Warmth. Quiet. Darker than the outside.

You moved about at the dining table, wearing an apron while setting the table. From the moment you looked up, you could guess at what kind of morning it had been. He still looked a little wild. You kept your voice low for a soothing effect.

"Take a shower, and we'll have breakfast, ok?"

You were not a threat. You weren't ordering him. Crossing the room in three strides, he stood behind and embraced you, the pads of his fingers pressing into your waist.

"Thank you."

He nuzzled your neck to remember your scent. Citrus, muted with something mild and fresh. You were soft. The arm reaching up to caress his jaw reminded him you were kind. His pulses, finally, slowed down. You wouldn't hurt him. You never did.

"Thank you." He breathed, a low, continuous rumble starting from his chest.

"Of course, my love. Now you..."

You turned, lifted his face with both hands, and looked into slightly-glazed eyes. "...should go freshen up. I'll be here."

Pecking his lips elicited a small sigh from him. "Promise me."

Longing, a dash of humour, and...fear. You wondered if, sometimes, he felt like he was walking in a dream.

"I promise."

After a few more moments, he left for his quarters. The hot water soaked him and refreshed his body. His mind could wander to lighter things. He remembered spending hours inside the fresher when he'd first arrived, in shock that he could just...stand there without urgency- and that he could be truly clean. Flying around the galaxy did not afford such pleasures.

After he dried himself and changed, he joined you in the dining room. As you said you would, you'd laid food out for you and him. The tension in his body loosened, and he could savour each flavour of the meal. He took the dishes and washed up once the both of you were finished.

His glances outside looked weary. Maybe he'd like something different. "Do you want to stay i-woah!"

You laughed as you found yourself slung over his shoulder and on the way to his room. Unbeknownst to you, a soft smile was dawning on his face at the fact that you weren't resisting.

Laying you on the bed, he rested his face on your stomach and wound his arms around your middle. (He wouldn't confess it, but that was one of the reasons he'd filed his horns low.)

You moved your hands along his shoulders, kneaded his neck, then moved to his upper back. On the golden and inky canvas, scars lurked. Long since having learned their contours, your hand traced gashes, puncture wounds and burns alike

The warmth permeating your little hut had finally found a hold inside him, welcoming him home. Being lulled by your touch, Savage closed his eyes. In this new world- this new life...

He was cuddled.

He was kissed.

He was held.

He was loved.

[wild-karrde]

If I might recommend my own series? 👀 It’s a collection of (unrelated) one-shots surrounding my many different blorbos - I’m especially proud of Drifting On The Winds (Tech angst) because he’s my favourite to write

HECK YES YOU CAN! In fact, it is HIGHLY ENCOURAGED!

This is QUITE the collection and seemingly has a little bit of everything! As someone that thinks about Kino Loy A LOT and is constantly hoping he's safe and alright, I can honestly say you're fic No Way Out GUTTED MEEEEEE. I know it's short, but OOOOF OUCH that moment of realization, and the outcome are DEVASTATING. And it's so beautifully written! Thanks so much for sending this in!

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[randomwritingguy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Darth Maul: Son of Dathomir (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darth Maul & Talzin, Darth Maul & Savage Opress, Darth Maul & Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Darth Maul & Darth Sidious, Darth Maul & Sheev Palpatine Characters: Darth Maul, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Sheev Palpatine, Talzin (Star Wars), Savage Opress Additional Tags: Family Reunions, Mother-Son Relationship, Darth Maul Needs a Hug, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet, Mommy Issues, Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Complicated Relationships, Canon Rewrite, Rewrite, Canon Compliant, Kinda Summary:

After a humiliating loss at Zanabar, Maul comes face to face with the woman who he hasn't seen in years.

[queen-rhaenys-opress]

I’ve finally got a new chapter of my Maul fic up on Ao3. I’m so happy. ◕‿◕

But I seriously think one thing I really enjoy writing above all else are the memories Maul has.

Memories! In painful snippets and rushed visions. I revisit Savage dying every chance I get and I legit think I need to write a one chapter thing solely about a crumpled-on-the-floor-Maul. Like he’s just curled up at his dilapidated shrine/hovel on Dathomir. Thinking and remembering.

Thoughts? Idk what’s wrong with me. I also have been struggling to write so I’m not sure what exactly I’m thinking here? lol ☹️

[averagehorrorgirl]

Masterlist

Work in progress 💕

Hi and welcome! I do believe I should introduce myself :) So I'm Cass 21 female ace nerd. I've been writing since 6th grade and use it as a form of therapy and healing. I really struggle accepting people actually like my work so I always have drafts ready to be published but I'm my own worst enemy haha. Anyway stay awhile read some of my work and I hope you stick around :)

Request Rules:

- No non-con/dub-con

- No pedophilia

- No incest

Newest: Angel Wings Pt 2

2) I saved your fucking life (soap x reader)

3) Forged in War ( General Grievous x sith reader)

¤ Legend ¤

Fluff: 💫

Smut: 🔥

Angst: 😨

Author favorite: 💕

• Movies/Shows •

Miles Quaritch:

A Second Chance

Cooper Howard:

Cowboy Hat Rule

Then Fame and Fortune Never Could Compete

Zemo x reader:

Angel Wings [pt 1] [pt 2] 💫😨🔥

Blade x reader:

Lost and Found

TBA

TBA

TBA

Gambit x reader:

TBA

Michael Myers:

Bleeding Boogeyman

Clones:

Commander Wolfe x Padawan Reader

Captain Rex x Padawan Reader

Jedi:

Sith:

Darth Maul x reader: Ferocity

Darth Maul x reader: Laced Chains

Dooku x reader

Darth Maul x reader: I was There From the Beginning 😨💫

Savage Opress x reader: Darkness Takes All 😨

Savage Opress x reader

Bounty Hunters:

Cad Bane x Senator reader: I Don't Follow You

Bossk x reader

Boba Fett x fallen Jedi: I Told You [pt 1] [pt 2] 💫😨🔥

Din Djarin x reader: Flinch

Jango Fett x reader + Cad Bane

Others:

General Grevious x sith reader: Forged in War 😨💫

Billy Hargrove:

Scars

Dmitri Antonov:

The Enemy

Daryl:

Monsters

• Video games •

Ghost

Wired Hideaway

Soap

I Saved Your Fucking Life 😨💫💕

Deathslinger (Caleb Quinn):

Just an Old Cowboy

Legion (Frank Morrison):

Picking up the Pieces

Pyramid Head:

Simple Kindness

Pinhead (Elliott Spencer):

Chains That Bind Us

Trickster (Ji-Woon):

I can Treat You Better

Vittorio:

Kissed by Fire

Nate (SS):

Friend's till the End

Mason (Nuka World)

She-Wolf

Joel Miller:

Sanity

Revenge

Scared

Tommy Miller:

I Gotcha

Revenge

Long Time No See

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

― NAME: Steffu

― PRONOUNS: she/they

― MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)? Rick Sanchez, and my OC I've spent an embarassingly lot of money on art of over at @relentlessgrief

― RP PET PEEVES? Fortunately the community has gotten better about it I think, but treating OC's as less when they're anything but.

― EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS? I started when I was 10, so I'm 30 now. 20 years. I went from Neopets -> Gaiaonline -> Tumblr. I wrote as Thrax from Osmosis Jones, V from V for Vendetta, King Candybug from Wreck it Ralph, Oogie Boogie, Scarecrow and Professor Pyg from the Batman Series, Courtney and Ghetsis from Pokemon, Nnoitra Gilga and Mayuri Kurotsuchi from Bleach, Savage Opress and General Greivous from Star Wars, Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians, Davy Jones from POTC, Gantu from Lilo and Stitch, Randall Boggs from Monsters Inc. I'm sure there's others but those were my main. However, Rick Sanchez has persisted and I've kept him throughout 10 years. Currently on private servers I write Gortash from Baldur's Gate 3 with a friend. I'm TRYING to convince my friend to write an OC so I can ship them with the Ghoul from Fallout. My resume is long. But again, Rick Sanchez for better or for worse persists.

― FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT? All three.

― PLOTS OR MEMES? Both are good. Memes are a great way to get the ball rolling, but plots can also provide more structure. I like a balance between the two.

― LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? A mix. Quality over quantity.

― TIME TO WRITE? 7pm-2am.

― ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)? Rick, yes, I like to have fun like he does. Life is short, fuck it. But I'm not mean or toxic like him. I'm also not very witty like he is. I'm more like Jerry. Isn't that irony to the highest degree. No one knows a Rick better than a Jerry.

Tagged by: @amortean ily <3 <3 <3

Tagging: @unbearablyindifferent @somniaxperdita @heedingcalls @xluciifer @m-atchmaker/ @l-ucitiel @tilldeaths @advnterccs @defactomatriarch @moonrevolutions @manebloom @jizzlords @facsimila and anyone else who wants to do it!

[andy-solo1]

Legacy [Dad!Dooku] Part 1

Words: 2,183

Warnings: Angst, cannon typical death, nightsister murder arc - - - - -  Count Dooku woke from his sleep as the sounds of someone screaming and crying carried through the air. He slowly slipped from his bed and walked over to the corner of the room. From the crib the screams came loud, silencing slightly as Dooku carefully picked up the one making all the noise. 

His son, barely more than a few months old, sobbed in his arms as Dooku held him. Never had Dooku imagined something like this could happen to him. His days as a jedi had turned his mind away from the possibility of ever having a child, but since he left the order, things had happened that he’d never expected. Now, he was here trying to comfort his son as the infant cried. 

Dooku carried his son back to his own bed and sat down on it as his son’s sobs slowly faded away as the boy looked up at him. Dooku felt a smile cross his features as he watched the boy. 

“I am so grateful to have you in my life, but perhaps next time you let me sleep through the night. Hmm?” Dooku said quietly. His son cooed softly and started to close his eyes. 

Dooku felt his smile grow more as he watched him. Of course, for all he loved his son, he also feared for him. Feared what his master could have done to the boy, and feared what could happen in the coming chaos that his master was planning, though those plans were still a few years away. Still, Dooku just hoped for his son to have a happy life. 

“Of everything I hope you can inherit from me, I hope the force isn’t one of them.” 

_______________________________________________________

          Six years into the future, after an attack on his life by the dastardly Asajj                             Ventress, Dooku looks into getting a new apprentice

                                Only this apprentice betrays him as well

      Savage Opress of the Night Brothers was an agent for Ventress as the two                                team up. Both failing once more to kill Dooku

            Dooku, concerned and angered by the threats, increases security

                            For both himself, and his young son, Torrin

- - - - - - 

“Dad!” A young voice cried out as Dooku walked off of his ship. The count smiled as he watched his son running up to him. 

Dooku shifted onto his knees and groaned jokingly as the boy threw himself into his father’s arms. 

“Careful Torrin, you’ll knock your old man down one of these days.” 

“I’m not that strong dad.” Torrin laughed as Dooku gave the boy a hug before letting go and rising to his feet. 

“Not yet, but you will be.” Dooku hummed. “Now why don’t you tell me about your day and I can tell you a little bit about mine?” He asked as he began guiding his son inside. Torrin beamed and happily started chatting with his father about his day. 

- - -

On Dathomir, a dark plan was rising as Asajj Ventress returned home to her sisters. 

“I failed again to kill Dooku. That traitor Savage turned on me!” Ventress raged as Mother Talzin watched silently. 

“Perhaps it is time we find a new strategy then. Bring Dooku here to us. Your return is something he will get word of, perhaps that would draw him here.” Talzin mused. 

“No, that won’t be enough to get Dooku here.” Ventress sighed. She began to pace, as she tried to think of something. “He would need something more compelling to bring him here. Something that would make absolutely certain he came, and not just sent Grievous to deal with.” 

“Surely there is something that could bring Dooku here. You know him better than most.” Talzin replied, and Ventress stopped her pacing as an idea came to her. 

“Torrin.” 

“What?”

“Dooku, he has a son. A well kept secret of a son, but I made it my business to know as many of his secrets as I could.”

“Well, his son would certainly bring him here. It’s settled then, I’ll send a few of your sisters to…invite…the boy over.” 

- - - - 

The next day, Dooku woke with the sunrise on Serenno like he always had, but this day felt off. 

He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right, and he wasn't even sure if it was the force or his own paranoia making him feel that way. Ever since the monster Savage Opress had turned on him, he'd been more cautious, more careful, and all the more angry. Even before that all, he'd made sure to keep Torrin safe, doubling his security for the boy's sake after the attempts upon Dooku's life. 

Now though, Dooku found himself walking towards his son's room with a growing feeling of dread and an emptiness in the force tugged at him. Normally he would let the boy sleep a few hours more before waking him, but today, something drove him to check. 

Dooku knew deep down when he opened the door he'd find the room empty, but he was still not prepared for it. He stared at the empty room, the sheets thrown off the bed much as if Torrin had simply gotten himself out of bed, but Dooku just knew his son hadn’t gotten himself up. 

Even still, something compelled him to call out for the boy, hoping that maybe, for once in his life, the boy had decided to rise early. “Torrin?” He called, a note of panic rising in his voice as he got no response. 

Dooku made his way through the house, continuing to call out for his son, hoping, despite knowing deep down. Torrin was no longer on Serenno. 

As he got to checking his office, his commlink went off with a new incoming message. He answered it, dreading it being his master, only to find the form of Mother Talzin staring back at him. 

“Mother Talzin,” Dooku growled coldly. “I’m afraid I’m rather busy at the moment, and rather upset with the betrayal I faced because of you.” 

“Oh I know you’re busy right now Count, but this is important.” Talzin replied calmly, irritating Dooku further. 

“I do not have time for this right now.” Dooku replied, moving to turn off the commlink. 

“It’s about your son.” Talzin replied, a wicked grin crossing her features now and Dooku froze.

“What have you done with him?” Dooku hissed. 

“Nothing, yet. We simply needed a way to get you to come to us, and now, you must.” 

“Show me that he is alright.” 

“Come find that out for yourself, Count.” Talzin replied, turning off the communication link. 

Dooku growled in rage before calming his temper. He knew he couldn’t go to Dathomir, it was what the nightsisters wanted and he wasn’t going to let himself fall into their trap. However, he needed to get his son back. Going back to his desk he sent out a call. 

“Count Dooku. Did you have a new mission for me?” General Grievous asked once he responded to the call. 

“I need you, and all the battle droids you want to go to Dathomir and you are to bring back my son with you, those witches have him and I intend for them to pay greatly for it. Kill them all.” 

- - - - - 

Torrin Serenno woke up feeling a cold aching darkness all around him. It was a cold feeling that seemed to leach all heat from his body and left his soul feeling hollow. His eyes snapped open and he looked around with wide eyes, gaze landing on one person he recognized from spying on meetings his father had.  

“Hello Torrin.” Ventress purred, looking down at the boy. “Don’t worry, we don’t plan on hurting you. We just needed your dad to come here and you were the easiest way to make that happen.” 

“Where am I?” Torrin asked, fear clear in his voice as it wavered. The last thing he remembered was waking up in the middle of the night to a sound only to pass out and find himself here now. 

“Dathomir.” Mother Talzin told him as she glided by. Torrin choked on a sob of fear at seeing her, scrambling back away from her. “Do not fear child.” She said to him before turning to two of the sisters “Guard him, and make sure he remains unharmed.” She ordered them before leaving with Ventress in tow. 

Torrin turned his fearful gaze towards the two remaining sisters. He felt like he was choking on the darkness around him as tears fell. The only thing he hoped for was for his father to come and rescue him soon. 

- - - - -

 “We have started the assault on Dathomir.” Grievous rasped, breaking into coughs after he finished. “We have yet to locate the boy.” 

“Find him. And kill anyone who gets in the way.” Dooku snapped before ending the call. Grievous was one of the few who knew of the Count’s son, since he’d wanted a security detail for the boy at all times and the droids report to Grievous. Dooku wasn’t entirely trusting of the cyborg to fully do what he asked, but he also knew he couldn’t have shown up on the planet first, lest he have been ambushed. 

Now though, he prepared to depart for Dathomir to wait for the witches to be dead or his son to be located. He recalled back to a time when Torrin was younger, terrified of a storm that raged outside of their home. 

The boy had made his way out of his bedroom and into his father's despite barely being able to walk on his own. Dooku had woken to finding his son in tears on the floor next to him. 

He had comforted his son then when the loud noises were too much for him. And now, he could only think of doing that again as he got ready to head out, waiting for word that his son had been found. He was certain his son was terrified, but once he was back in Dooku’s arms he would do anything to make sure his son felt safe again. 

- - - - -

Torrin shut his eyes tightly when the sounds of a fight reached his ears. He always hated loud noises, and now, now the noises were far too loud. 

But worse than that was the feeling, he felt like he could feel every single one of those bolts on his skin, feel the agony of thousands dying. He’d heard his father talk about the force before, how it could let you feel what others felt. 

Torrin had always wanted to be like that, to be more like his father. Now though, he wanted anything but this feeling. 

As time passed and the sounds got closer, he resorted to covering his ears with his hands, his eyes still closed tightly. If he focused enough, he hoped he would be able to pretend he was home, hiding away from a thunderstorm.  

When he finally dared to open his eyes,  the two women who’d been guarding him were gone, likely abandoning him to go help their sister’s. He quickly stood up and ran. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he had to get out. Away from the death, away from the choking darkness. 

Torrin got lost in the maze that was the inside of the sister’s home. He felt like he’d been wandering forever, trying to find his way out, when he suddenly felt a pull. It was like an invisible hand was gripping his, tugging him in the right direction. 

He followed the pull, and soon, the sounds of familiar voices drifted towards him. 

“I don’t care if you all run out of batteries, you will find him.” Dooku snapped at a group of battle droids that stood before him. 

“Dad!” Torrin shouted, tears falling fresh from his eyes again and Dooku quickly turned around to see the boy. Torrin ran and latched onto Dooku tightly when he reached him. 

The count quickly knelt down and pulled his son close, holding him in his arms for a few moments before pulling away and looking him over.

“Are you hurt?” 

Torrin shook his head, “I’m not hurt.” 

“I am so sorry this happened to you. This should never have happened.” Dooku said as he pulled his son close again. Torrin clung to his father tightly. 

“It’s not your fault dad.” 

“I’m just glad you’re okay. We’ll go home, and you are not going anywhere from now on without a droid escort.” Dooku picked up his son and carried him back to his ship. As they flew back towards Serenno, Torrin turned to look up at his father. 

“Dad?”

“Yes Torrin?” 

“The force? Does it, does it pull you places? I got lost in there, but then I felt like someone was pulling me and it led me back to you.” Torrin explained. Dooku fell silent, a dark look crossing his features for a moment. Torrin thought it almost looked like fear crossing his Father’s features before the moment was gone. 

“The force can be like that. When we get home, we’ll look into it further. Alright?”

“Alright dad.”

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Come Away With Me

Summary: N/A [I want you to read this and figure it out yourself @amorfista ♥] Edit: I was gonna put something here, but nah. You got this babe!

Pairing: Me and my husband, Plo. You and yo husband, Savage.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: Not telling. KTNXBAI. Edit: Angst / Fluff

Notes: I couldn’t write for Savage because I know very little of him apart from what I got from you. But I trust how you draw him, trust how you speak of him, trust even the insecurities that make you crumble about him; I trust you. Trust. ~ Many thanks to @botherbother-blog because I also needed quick consult over Savage ♥ Appreciate it, my friend! ♥

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: Me - because babe, I have no self-control and I wanna be part of this because I made it for you? ilsym ♥ Red: Also me because still, no self-control omfg? Blue: You ♥ Green: Thoughts, You ♥ Yellow: Savage Opress Purple: Song ♥

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

Thank you for being unapologetically you ♥

So please play this first because I will be so angry if you didn't ♥ - I want you to be upset first because omg, babe need you to be conflicted? Because I can't carry the pain of it all? Because I'm just genuinely unhinged as a default? - Okay, done? Good. Now, pull up the second song, set it on loop and then die with meeeeeeeeeeeee ♥ Please play this in loop ♥

“Have we a deal, sunshine?”

It would have been a full-on collision if the 212th was among the 501st and 104th raining heavily from all possible entryways of the cavernous haven that held the crowned princes captive — entourage had been wiped clean by the Republic’s finest. The unsung hunter with an idle rifle lax on her side had sashayed her way past scouts and troops that now chatter in doubt whether they have procured tampered intel from a now deemed incredulous source, or they have been bested by elusion. 

“Come on big boy, Mommy doesn’t have all day. Well — she does but, you know what I mean.”

The timing couldn’t even be more perfect as distant howling from wolves stalked and seeped through cracks in between boulders piled over. The choice was simple; escape with a ‘yes’ or die with a ‘no’ — never anything in between.

He didn’t have to say anything after a very audible scoff — now whether that was directed at the huntress, the situation at bay, or the fact that a very disgruntled Maul paced impatiently and seethed so horrendously that it was, as the huntress would often say ‘sus-vibes’.

“Count to three, always three — never more, never less, yes?” 

Pleased beyond compare, she tossed two small chip-like devices with singular buttons that beeped in unison; one in vibrant tangerine and the other of coy periwinkle. As they vanish in comparison to the striped palms that cradled them like fragile glass, the huntress takes a step forward and gently taps his cheek thrice; always three — never more, never less.

“Tangie (tangerine) go boom, Peri (periwinkle) go zoom.”

And just as she said and slithered through a makeshift tunnel and up onto the sandy grains, she clicked her ankles twice and activated the thrusters — watching the sparks ignite that needed one more tap to get it going; always three — never more, never less.

***

“You’ve surely outdone yourself, P. I have to say, I’m digging the vibe.” “High praise, high praise.” “Hey! That’s not very Kel Dor of you. You’re supposed to say something regal and … proper.” “...”

“...” “Well, go on. Don’t keep me hanging, babylove.” “Very well.” Plo clears his throat and procures a very dignified baritone response. “Exalted preeminence…?” “Babe, you know that was shit, right?” “Language, my sweet. But yes, that was indeed…” Plo merely sighed, nodded and backed away. “Now come along, my darling.”

***

Come away with me in the night

And so he finds you again, laying in the designated cot under the comfort of your own insecurities.

“Hey. You stop that now or I will come get you myself and break every horn on his head.” 

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe in the lie that you’ve woven with such grace that it would put kings and queens to shame; the same lie you’ve meticulously etched upon every touch, every breath, every thought, every word that would always fall upon deaf ears. Not because they refused to listen, but because you knew that even the faintest of whispers would be too loud.

— too. damn. loud.

So you deny yourself in fear of becoming more than the encumbered weight upon shoulders that have already sagged from the avoirdupois of the galaxy itself; repulsed by the conundrum of hate and love in the same sentence that you’ve starved yourself of and from his anger, that you have surrendered yourself to the role of dirt — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line. 

“I mean it, babe. I will break all his kriffin’ horns and grind —”

You can’t help but wonder if gratitude is enough; you accept it under the premise that they stay with you — or that they allow you to stay with them. To be given that privilege, to bask in their greatness; to worship him and all encompassing him — to surrender in hopes of a morsel of trust, if not affection.

“I’m fine — I promise! Please, just… Go faff over Plo or something.”

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe that this was your resplendent point of no return; that this was the grandiose moment in which you would liberate yourself from the shackles you’ve adorned like fine jewelry to match the king himself. 

That maybe if you had been as beautiful as he is; had painted your nails at a point, had bruised your lips with the finest rouge, or have held your hair in a seductive knot that bore not only your skin but the desolation of your soul  with each passing moment that you’ve shed tears that would just… not… stop.  

That maybe if you had presented yourself or have written a masterpiece with an allure so potent, trust would have fallen so callously  upon sweet hands for the taking. That maybe if you had a better hold on emotions that spilled with such rawness, you would not have wept so much and had offered joy — not this. 

This…. This painful existence has made you doubt every reason to linger. That beyond how much you might love him, there is no longer any cause to continue this charade — this unnerving circus of a concept that for him to be angry, for him to bestow upon you this carnal need of fury, he would first have to care about you. 

That maybe… 

“We leave in half an hour. Prepare yourself.”

And you indeed do as you’re told;  prepare yourself devoid of candor that you’ve stayed true to your purpose — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line. But at this moment, it was only Savage. 

Savage who needed something, anything; a massage, a clean up, food, a pilot — something, anything, everything but you.

***

“Borrowed.” Heavy like fluids that taint your cheeks with salt, his voice rumbles, but soft? — soft like velvet ribbons that knot quaintly around your neck as you board a smaller ship. You nodded, tugged by the galvanic tune of his voice that drew your feet onto the ramp and your hand — heavens, your hand, your beautiful, blessed hand that had touched me with such divinity that it revealed the sacrilegious tenderness of your heart. Your beautiful, delicate, exquisite heart that I would die for — that honors each passing second to be called a friend. [ I love you ♥ I’m such a sap! ]

Maker, break me — smite me from where I stand for there is no place in the vastness of the galaxy do they belong other than upon his.

Come away with me in the nightCome away with me

“Careful.”

With her heart? Like come on, Savage.  You gotta put in the work, babe!

He’s held your hand once before, right? When fingers brushed as you served him sustenance while Maul hissed on the side like a proper untrusting ball of fiery rage, glaring daggers at Savage who held onto his saber. You’ve brushed upon stern shoulders and arms when the wound needed cleaning and or the mechanical contraption failed to accommodate an angle — just as you have, but once, placed upon the sweetest kiss of your fingertips along the broken crown that did very little to diminish the sovereign he has on you while you applied whatever it was that made him groan, grunt, and sigh some few nights ago. 

When he had taken you by the wrists because you’ve flown far too close to the sun — now whether it was the liquid gold of his entirety or the kindled orbs of his soul, it had been all but a blur.

And I will write you a songCome away with me on a bus

“Are…. Are you comfortable?” And once more, that velveteen ribbon had knotted even tighter, forcing you to swallow what little life you had left, what little dignity you thought should have been robbed of you. And so you do as you always do, starve. 

Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies

“Yes, my lord.” Fallen from grace, hazel meets the silver flooring of the ship — hands seek straps to bury yourself in the comfort of the chair, distancing yourself from tempestuous Gods of Celestia who a friend had devoted her nights to pray for you, of you, to you, with you, always and a day as she says.

[ Yes, it be me, bestie ♥ I pray you for and happy things ♥ ]

And I want to walk with you On a cloudy day

“Auroras.” The journey was silent, never loud with Savage — never, only with Maul. And indeed, Auroras — a burst of lights mangled by a plethora of colors that had painted the sky of fine blues and purples, of greens and pinks, tangies (tangerine) and peries (periwinkle), but never a shade finer than the sun that glimmered on the very face that had consumed you — mind, body, heart, and soul; never a finer shade indeed.

In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high

And now there were emeralds before your feet; fine, lush virescent fields of a vacant park that overlooked a river of sorts and mud. And beyond, by where lonely rivers flow to sea, to the open arms of the sea, is a table with a pair of chairs.

Your friend had always told you that the Gods of Celestia are always unkind to those who are — unkind to the kind. It had always baffled you how truly kriffed up Celestian Law is, but you weren’t one so it didn’t matter.

You were happy to have a friend — no matter how much of an unhinged bitch she is and how much she thirsted for a certain Kel Dor Master Jedi to an unhealthy degree.

But you adore her, adore her with all your heart as you’ve told her aplenty — and in turn, she adores you more than you could ever best her.

She adores you enough to lie and claim she’d draw you but ends up writing a sappy fic because she has absolutely no self-control and cannot draw for shit and her self-insert game be too damn strong even for herself.

And so we carry on.

So won't you try to come

Unforgiving were the short gusts of wind that blew locks of hazel over your face that had seemingly pulled you into arms lean and muscular, yet gentle. The same pull that drew the sun back into your smaller frame and a marked fingers sprawled to caress your face with such a dignified stroke, it had called upon the stray locks to twine in between and be lulled to the back of your head. 

His gaze lingered — so did yours.

And whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle that happens to be observed by a distant figure of a Kel Dor frame with his talons mindful over the muffled screams of the aforementioned, unhinged Celestian woman, who flailed her arms high enough for you to smile. 

Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop

And again, before the crude interruption of the intruders, whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle, it happened.

Just. Like. That.

Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you

Lips so silken and laced with release that you felt your body quiver as it bestowed upon you the highest form of opulent gratification— as if his lips were either Midas’ touch of gold from lore of childhood or one of all deities that hail the sun had confounded it’s fiery blaze of passion upon your supple, sweet lips.

And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof

The scent of pine resin permeating the air, the symphonic cacophony of birds that glided over the small city of your homeworld, the pitter-patter and click of silly, little river crabs that assaulted the tablecloth so vehemently that it had drawn Savage’s gaze to the creature before turning to address to the approaching couple.

[ Sorry babe, you ain’t making out with Savage if I’m not making out with Plo. Fair trade ♥ ]

They bore plates and trays of food; an assortment of anything unfamiliar to both Kel Dor and Zabrak — only to you and this bitch who decided to walk in when the kissing was happening. 

Plo, unprompted and perhaps as evenly an emotional wreck as your friend — one could only speculate seeing his enigmatic allure is brought upon by his antiox mask; placed a rather assuring hand over Savage’s shoulder and an approving squeeze. 

“Please enjoy.” Plo Koon would say, offering a delightful nod as you and Savage took to your seats. “I will see to it that your dinner remains unperturbed.”

You could help but laugh as you watched the Master Jedi take your friend by the waist and haul her over his shoulder. You would have commented but he had bested you with an amused tone. “Forgive my primitive manner of doing so, as it is a necessity.” 

While I'm safe there in your arms

You hear your friend whine and beg for, as she calls it, ‘five minutes of tea’ — to which Plo Koon sighed with such resignation over the fact that this mode of ‘disposing’ nuisance (your overly eager friend), had brought him to a defeated and compromising position.

[ Yes, babes. We getting lucky tonight ♥ LOL ]

“A… dire… necessity.” Plo trails off, patting your friend’s rear three times. And somewhere, somehow, you find yourself in chorus with the Master Jedi. 

“Always three — never more, never less.” “Always three — never more, never less.”

As the couple departed, your smile never fading, Savage calls to you.

So all I ask is for you

Not by 'you' or 'hey'. But calls to you. Speaks your name with so much reverence and warmth you feel it in your chest — so much that your own called upon yourself and placed a hand over your heart.

To come away with me in the night

"(insertnamehere). Will you... Come away with me?"

[ao3feed-obikin]

The Guardian

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51017503 by YourNeighborhoodPorg (Tino_Paston) When Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ashoka crash land on the desolate, ice planet Hoth, they meet a stranger with great power and deep connections to their past. You join the trio, hoping to face your destiny, which has long been foretold. But when the Separatists and Sith threaten you and your newfound family, you’re forced to make sacrifices to defend your friends, fulfill the prophecy, and protect the man you’ve grown to love. Series images and playlist can be found on Tumblr @yourneighborhoodporg Words: 5699, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Guardian Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Reader, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, Mace Windu, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Darth Maul, Grievous | Qymaen jai Sheelal, 501st Legion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Separatist Characters (Star Wars), Savage Opress Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn & Reader, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Character(s), Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Female Character(s), Anakin Skywalker/Original Character(s), Anakin Skywalker/Original Female Character(s), Ahsoka Tano & Reader, Mace Windu & Reader, Mace Windu & Original Character(s), 501st Legion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) & Reader, 212th Attack Battalion (Star Wars) & Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Self-Insert, Assumed Relationship, Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, Canon Era, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Banter, Fix-It, 501st Legion Shenanigans (Star Wars), Protective 212th Attack Battalion (Star Wars), Force-Sensitive Reader, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Protective Anakin Skywalker, BAMFs, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Anakin Skywalker is a Little Shit, Manipulative Sheev Palpatine, Mental Anguish, Mace Windu is So Done, Protective Mace Windu, Parental Mace Windu, Force Bond (Star Wars), Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Mutual Pining, Overprotective Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Jedi Training (Star Wars), Jedi vs Sith (Star Wars), Emotional Manipulation, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Slow Burn read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51017503

[beating-a-dead-plot]

Character List + Rules

Hello! I’m Petunia, welcome to my blog! 

I am a massive Star Wars nerd, I spend most of my free time reading, writing, watching, or even talking about Star Wars. I will admit, I have not seen Solo or Rise of Skywalker, neither of them were available to me at the right time and I never went back for them, sadly. Despite this, if someone really thinks I should watch them, I am open to debate! 

Rule and Character List under the cut: 

Rules: 

NO SMUT, though, my blog is 18+ because I do share smut fics and that sort of thing. I don’t care if you’re only 17, wait that extra year before following or I will block you. 

I love romance, I am a sucker for love and fluff, so that is my main market, however I will write angst or hurt/comfort if requested!

No clone x clone except in platonic or familial situations, just not something I enjoy reading or writing.

No hate towards specific ships, even if I personally dislike them. 

No underage characters in relationships with adult characters in a romantic light, platonic or familial only please.

I WILL take requests of me to listen to a specific song while writing, I understand that music can greatly influence writing, and I’d love to bring your thoughts to life!

Characters I Will Write For: 

Din “Mando” Djarin

Boba Fett

The Armorer

Paz Vizsla

Omera and Winta (Only in a platonic scene) 

Cara Dune

Fennec Shand

Migs Mayfeld

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Chewbacca (Only in a platonic scene) 

Krrsantan (Also known as Santos and Black Krrsantan)

Garsa Fwip

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

K-2SO (Only in platonic scenes)

R2-D2 and C3-PO (Only in platonic scenes)

Obi-Wan Kenobi, throughout his life. (Though I reserve the right to turn down a request I don’t feel I can fulfill)

Owen Lars (Young or Kenobi-Era only please)

Darth Vader (I’m iffy on this one, I may be selective with requests for this character) 

Padme Amidala

Any handmaidens of Padme Amidala who are mentioned in the Queen’s Trilogy by E.K. Johnston. 

Jango Fett

Qui-Gon Jinn

Darth Maul

The Grand Inquisitor

Hera Syndulla

Kanan Jarrus

Ezra Bridger (Only in platonic scenes)

Sabine Wren (Only in platonic scenes) 

Zeb Orrelios

Ahsoka Tano (Only in a platonic scene)

Hondo Ohnaka 

Embo

Asajj Ventress 

Shaak Ti

Aayla Secura

Plo Koon

Quinlan Vos

Savage Opress 

Satine Kryze

Any clone you want, just please be understanding if they are too obscure for me to feel I can accurately portray them. If I like the idea, or even if I just think it might be fun to write, I will definitely stalk Google and Tumblr to find more information before deciding whether I will write for them. If you want a fic for a clone, no matter how random or small ASK ME, I will always answer and let you know if I can do it!

Ships I Will Write For:

Blyla

Codywan

Quinfox/Foxquin/Vos

Wolffe/Plo Koon (Only in a platonic scene)

Rexsoka (Only in a platonic scene)

Anidala

Finnpoe

Cassian/Jyn

Baze/Chirrut

Han/Leia

Bail/Breha

Foxiyo 

Kanera

Obitine

Obi-Wan/Jango Fett 

DinLuke

Mace Windu/Commander Ponds

Owen/Beru

Other Assorted Platonic Ships, if you want it, ask me!

And, lastly, pretty much ANY clone trooper who appears in Clone Wars, and including Bad Batch! If they have a name, I don’t care how obscure, I will do my best to know them well enough to write what you desire. If I fail miserably, at least you’ll have a good laugh! 

[smileytiger28]

a diagram i made based on this fic. please read it's hilarious (in an angst non-crack way) ty @thornfield13713 for this masterpiece

[ID: a web diagram linking characters in a star wars fanfic.

obi-wan kenobi is the attempted killer/bisector of darth maul and padawan of qui-gon jinn. under deep cover, he stole the identity of rako hardeen, who tried to kill him. dooku attempted to memory wipe and brainwash him (out of grief for qui-gon of course.) now obi-wan thinks he is rako hardeen. i call this new obi-wan "fake-o hardeen." he and obi-wan are the same person, which nobody in-universe knows. most people think rako killed obi-wan.

darth maul (his name is just maul lmao) is the former padawan of palpatine/darth sidious and now wants to kill him. he killed qui-gon jinn and hates rako hardeen for killing obi-wan (i was supposed to do that!) and tries to take revenge on him. instead, he hires fake-o hardeen to find who ordered the hit on obi-wan.

qui-gon jinn was dooku's padawan.

dooku is palpatine's padawan, replaced darth maul, attempted brainwasher buddies with mother talzin, and attempted to capture fake-o hardeen.

mother talzin is savage opress's mom who memory wiped and brainwashed him. she gave her other son maul snazzy new legs when obi-wan bisected him.

savage opress (also great name) is the padawan, loyal servant, and brother of maul. he is attempted memory wipe/brainwash buddies with fake-o hardeen.

palpatine/darth sidious does creepy grooming shit to anakin and provides his emotional needs because obi-wan is emotionally unavailable.

anakin really misses his master, obi-wan, and has no clue where he is.

/ end ID]

[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Illness (Savage Opress x Fem!Reader)

ᛝ𝅄‎۫ synopsis:

Is it not weakness? You gently help him through, but it takes some coaxing first.

ᛝ𝅄‎۫ genres:

angst, hurt/comfort

ᛝ𝅄‎۫ word count:

1315

"Hey. Want me to take your tunics to wash?"

He nodded, on his knees in meditation. When he opened them, though, there was a lack of focus in his eyes.

"Everything ok, honey?"

You touched his face, and gasped at the heat. "You're sick! Savage, you should be lying down."

"It will pass." He rasped, voice sounding slurred as well.

"And it will pass faster if we treat it properly. Come."

You motioned to his bed, but he backed away, spun on his heel and strode to the bathroom. What in the ga-!

Horrible retching sounds soon came from that room, seeming as though his very organs were being emptied and slowly being reintroduced down his throat. Racing in, you tried to help, coming closer to the toilet bowl as he was almost crumpled in front of it. But he shook his head weakly, moving away before standing again and avoiding eye contact. He gripped the sink's rim, shoulders heaving in the effort. You then noted the ashen taint to his skin.

Sadness tugged at you, but you realized the look on your face perhaps would leave him even more ashamed. You looked away to clean up the toilet, giving him some degree of privacy. His gaze followed your movements- you could sense it. You heard the sound of the faucet after a few moments, and continued on your own efforts. You'd just scrub and flush for now. Chemical scents might aggravate any nausea he most likely had.

You turned back to assess him a little more once you were done. The glassy look hadn't left his eyes, and he seemed to be panting as well. You neared and carefully traced cheeks and a neck burning with fever. How long had he been like this, with you being too preoccupied to notice his pain and him too hesitant to voice it?

A whimper left his throat, sounding as though he'd been fighting to stifle it, but was losing the will to continue. His eyes slipped shut, and his body started swaying. Lunging forward before any damage could be done, you caught and helped him sit on the floor. Given his weight and height, that was no easy task.

"Are you dizzy, love?”

One second, two, three, four....Then, the whispered admission. "Yes."

"Ok. Let's get you more comfortable."

Yet, the very sight of the bed seemed to scare him once you returned to the bedroom. He started resisting you again, eyeing the piece of furniture like it could swallow him whole if he wasn't careful.

You sighed, exasperated at that point. An idea all but screamed at you, but it hurt to just think about.  Well, how else would you reach him? It was the only language he knew. Guilt-racked, you decided to enact it. As soon as you could, you'd banish that part of him. But for now, you had to do it.

"Kneel."

He dropped with almost startling suddenness.

"Savage Opress. For the next few days, you will lie down, so you can get the rest you need. I will be taking care of you during this time. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Good. Now, relax."

Reaching out, you drew his head to your stomach. You felt his laboured breathing against you, and let him be for a moment. "You can hold onto me if it helps you feel steadier."

His arms reached around your stomach and waist, bringing himself in a little more. Even his grip had weakened. Savage eventually released you, looking up with resigned, but trusting eyes. "I am ready."

At last, he let you help him lie on the bed. You thought to check him for any infected injuries he may have been hiding. If him being sick was from that, it would make things much harder.

"I'm going to have to examine you. I'll be as quick as I can."

A nod. You undressed his lower half and got to work. No fresh bruising or lacerations. Pressing into his skin (to make sure there were no injuries hidden by the ink) didn't evoke any sudden reactions. Once you asked, he rolled over and let you check his back as well. Nothing but a virus. That was a relief.

You mentally scanned the kitchen for things that would best help. Bone broth would be perfect but would take hours to cook. That, and you'd need more meat. But first, you should check the pantry to see what you did have. How different was Zabrak biology from yours?

"What did you do back home? I don't want to risk hurting you more."

"I...do not remember. And none of my masters...helped me."

His eyes went blank in confusion. You exhaled slowly, shakily, wanting to sob at the realization. The irritation drained from your body. That was why it was so hard for him. He, for as long as he could remember, had had to heal himself alone. You'd get started on the food and medicine imme-

He reached over, gripped your wrist and brought it to his cheek. "No...please..."

"Savage, sweetheart..."

You cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed and thumbing his skin with that trapped hand. "I have to go get more things to make you feel better."

He only held on tighter, turning his face into your palm a little more. Seemed you needed to put that off for a while. "Ok. When you fall asleep, then."

The fever made your body heat feel uncomfortable to him, but he clung regardless. He could barely recognize reality, with the heat and dizziness and weakness and nausea. As his own body betrayed and shut down on him, you were the only thing that made sense.

He needed you near.

It felt so strange to be reassured- to admit something was wrong, and be met with compassion instead of punishment. He couldn't dwell on that for too long, however. He'd been pushing through the sickness for days. In that moment a while ago, when you'd touched his face, he'd let his defences slip. He'd...just wanted to enjoy that a little more. But the second he shifted his focus from suppressing them, all the symptoms rushed up in a wave. Now that you knew, he supposed he'd give in. It would be ok. You'd already done a world of good...

You monitored his breathing and movements. They slowed, grew less purposeful. And after a while, the hand holding yours loosened its grip. He was still somewhat restless, but it was clear he'd fallen asleep. Leaving one kiss to his temple, you propped his body up with pillows and stole away to the markets.

You picked out vapour rub, Tibidon sand whale meat and bones for the broth, and fish so he could eat in the meantime. Last was an extended visit to an apothecary for the best remedies. You made for home a while after sunset.

On your return, you cooled some face towels in icy water, and began on the food. You also read the medicine dosages, and times for consumption, organising them for easy access throughout the day. Satisfied, you sat at his bedside again, wiping the sweat away with a cloth and applying the rub to his throat.

Savage opened his eyes with a groan, and relaxed as he sensed you again. A minty, strong scent filled his nose and lungs, easing the passage of oxygen through his body. The coolness of the cloths, and the breezy night air flowing through the room fought the fever.

His eyes met yours, with a less hazy look to them. Perhaps the pillar had crumbled, but that was the result of having to weather brutality for so long. It would be rebuilt, with etchings more beautiful than it had ever known- subtle delicacy to interlace with its newfound strength. But for now, he would rest, his gaze reflecting the exhausted relief of a warrior who no longer had to fight.

Author's Notes:

Thank you for reading! Can you tell I just want this sweet baby to have a break? I'll be doing things a bit differently for the next Savage fic, seeing as this one has a pretty similar feel to the last. Until then, ciao!

ᛝ‎𝅄۫ dividers:

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ᛝ‎𝅄۫ kaomojis:

@nicodefresas

[subbing-for-clones]

Stranded Part 4

Savage x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

WARNINGS: Gore, Blood, Death, All around violence, Oof fucking angst. Don’t read if you have a weak stomach.

A/N: So I haven’t written anything this graphic before and I’m positive there’s A LOT worse out there but I did push my personal limits. I kept this chapter short so if anyone needs to skip it, they can. It’s probably not as bad as I’m hyping it up to be but if gore bothers you badly you can absolutely skip this chapter and it won’t hurt the overall story. I’ll be sure to mention the important parts in the next chapter so if you do skip you won’t miss anything too important.

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    Savage watched through moonlit woods, aided by his night vision. The gangly creatures dragged his princess away by her legs. She clawed at the dirt, tearing at anything she could grasp, raking at roots and soil as she was pulled deeper. Overwhelmed with terror, she let out a scream, “Savage!” Giving chase immediately with his saber-staff in an iron grip; his body tore through the underbrush. Running as quickly as his feet would carry him. These beasts were fast; their bodies whipped through the air around over growth and thick tree trunks. He lost sight of them but could still hear the guttural shrieks of the monsters and the terrified howls of his princess rip through the freezing night air.

Why now? Why had they breached the bounds of their territory tonight after all these years? What changed?

    He could feel them through the force. Cold, slippery signatures surrounded her bright flourishing light, attempting to violate what was pure. As he pushed forward, ignoring the branches and thorns scraping his flesh, their numbers grew. His mind wasn’t working fast enough to realize he was running into an ambush. Even if he did realize it, he would continue towards her anyway. Glowing putrid green eyes shone through dead branches, the occasional snarl tearing through the atmosphere.  

Her signature was fading into the distance.

He had fallen too far behind.

Her screams had stopped.

He regretted leaving her alone in the first place.

Panic began flaring in his chest, lighting his nerves on fire and boiling his blood.

But he was a hunter; as was his brother and his father before him.

This is what he had been bred for.

Fight for and protect the woman that had not only chosen him, but he had also chosen.

He stopped and closed his eyes, focusing on her scent and her fluttering force signature.

There.

He knew what path to follow.

He lit his saber and spun on the ball of his foot, cutting down one of the creatures that dared to leap out at him from the canopy. When its body dropped limply into a smoking heap the seal had been broken and chaos rained down on the golden Zabrak.

Dozens of the snarling beings dropped out of the branches swiping sharpened claws at his throat and his legs. He was born, lived and hunted in the night on Dathomir. Growing and training until he was the most fearsome thing that stalked through the forests once the sun had set. His roar tore from his throat as the red of his blade cut down any living nightmare that dared to stand in the way of his princess.

One of the creatures latched onto his back and before he could bite into Savage’s throat the Zabrak reached behind him, sank his claws into his shoulder blades and swung the monster over his head onto the rocky ground below him. An almost deafening crack of the monster’s spine rang out, killing it instantly. Igniting both sides of his saber-staff he twirled it in his hands and turned, gutting the three closest to him. The cauterization not stopping their entrails from dropping out of their now hollow bellies.

Savage leapt at the next one nearest him and tore out its esophagus with his fangs, blackened blood dripped down his chin as he stretched his arms out and gripped two more in a steely force choke. He squeezed until their heads sprang from their necks. He kicked another in its sunken chest, propelling it into the trunk of a tree. He made quick work of the remaining creatures with his saber in a barrage of quick and brutal moves.

Just before her signature gave out the last of the beasts dropped into a crumpled heap at his feet hissing out the last of their breaths. Taking off towards the flickering light he ran; ignoring the blood that seeped from the deep lacerations from the beasts’ claws.

He came upon a break in the tree line that opened into a large circular clearing. Moonlight shone on a tree that towered higher than any of the others growing in the center of the clearing. Its trunk thicker than the ship he had crashed here on. He could feel the dark side of the force ebbing and flowing from deep within it. He could smell her blood on the breeze. He could see her claw marks in the soil leading to a hollow within the trunk; sparse bloodied handprints dragged across the dead bark of the great tree. Her light was slowly being snuffed out by darkness.

He stepped inside and nearly stumbled over broken roots. With no moonlight to reflect off of his surroundings for his eyes to pick up he had to see by the light of his saber. His stomach lurched at the sight before him.

Bathed in a red glow, her body lay in the center of the hollow, barely moving. Her eyes were foggy and her chest was hardly rising or falling as they tore into her legs, her arms and her stomach.

One lifted its gaunt face from her neck, pulling a chunk of flesh away with its teeth, to shriek a warning at him. Grabbing it by its throat, he smashed its head into the ground, skull crashing under his palm and spurting black blood across the floor. He reached out with the force and pulled the other three off of her and sheathed his saber inside their chests in succession.

He looked upon his princess, bitten, bloodied, broken.

Her limbs were bent incorrectly, chunks of missing flesh revealed the muscles and tendons that lay beneath the skin.  

She lay limp on the earth.

Wet tear tracks ran from her eyes down her cheeks and pooled on the soil below, mixing with the blood that had poured out of her neck wound.

Her breath came out in rasping wheezes as she raised a trembling hand out to his face.

She didn’t have the strength to close the distance between them and when her conviction ran out, her hand fell to the earth.

He dropped to his knees beside her and lifted her into his arms, pulling her into his chest as tears pricked at his eyes. She opened her mouth and tried to speak but only a quiet gurgling left her lips, followed by droplets of blood that leaked out of the corners of her mouth. He watched her eyes cloud over as her pupils dilated from the loss of blood and she lost consciousness, going limp in his embrace.

Her pulse fluttered sporadically, weakly in his ears.  

A sob escaped him as he lay her back down on the ground and gently as he could, placed one hand on her chest and the other on her legs. Letting out one last wavering breath he closed his eyes and imagined his life force flowing from his hearts, through his arms and into her. Through the force he reached out to her, pleading for her not to leave him. Begging the gods for the strength to heal the only other love he has ever known, to allow him to repent for his brother’s murder.

He could feel his body weakening as hers started to mend itself. Flesh regrew over wounds before his very eyes, her pulse beat stronger with each passing second. Just before it became too much for him her eyes snapped open and a loud gasp left her lips. She force pushed herself away from the center of the hollow until her back thud agianst the inner wall of the tree. Glancing around the small space frantically before realizing that she and Savage were the only living beings in proximity.

“P-princess. I’m sorry I.. wasn’t… fast enough..” Savage toppled over from his knees onto his back and lost consciousness.

      When he woke, the first thing he saw was the familiar wooden ceiling of their small cabin. He groaned and raised his hand to rub his throbbing head. He had tried to sit up but two small warm hands pressed lightly agianst his chest, softly pushing him back to a laying down position.

“You must rest my love.”

He turned his head to look into your eyes and a thankful smile graced his lips before turning into a grimace.

“I did not fail…” he whispered.

“No, my sweet darling,” you cupped his cheeks in your hands and placed a lingering kiss on his lips, “you saved my life. I owe you for every breath I take now.”

“You owe me.. nothing,” his brows creased in effort, “I only returned what you have given me,” he allowed his eyes to close as you peppered his face in kisses and massaged his scalp; eliciting a rumbling purr.

“H-how did we get back here..?”

“Mira found us. You killed them all. There are no more beasts in the trees, the valley is free of them. She must have sensed it and came to our aid.”

“Mmm, remind me to save the best cuts of my next few hunts for her.”

You smiled, utterly grateful for the brave warrior that both saved your life and survived the ordeal himself.

“Please my love, rest now. You expelled much of your life force into me when you healed me. The sun will return soon, sleep.”

And so he did. Safe back home with the love of his life, he slept for days. Thanking the gods every minute for granting him what he required to vanquish the monsters that had haunted your nightmares and feasted upon your body.

While your love rested you rubbed the muscles in your arms. The creatures; bite must have been venomous. The veins in your arms and legs had blacked just under your skin and you could feel the subtle burn. Right now, all you wanted was to lay and rest with your Zabrak. Force healing could cure infections, mend bone and flesh, but toxins had to be treated appropriately. Not now, now you needed rest as much as Savage.

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Malik

Malik

Pairing: Savage Opress x Apprentice!Reader!

Warning: violence, injury, flashbacks, fluffy

Summery: (y/n)’s Master sometimes forgets his strength when he is distracted.

Authors note: so, I got a request for this character, and had no clue who he was, and so I did some research. And now he is one of my favorite characters soooo... more Savage opress requests are definitely open!

Training, it’s all she ever really did. Especially since no one outside of the temple was allowed to know she Existed, because of Opress’ fear of plapatine trying to kill her like he did him. She meant to much to him to risk it, not till she was ready anyways. He remembers when he found her as if it was yesterday, when really it was almost 6 years ago. He remembers how’s beautiful and regal she was when she saved him. 

Darth Maul was carrying Savage the best her could to the closets healer after palpatine almost killed him. The air in Savage’s lungs was thinning out as Maul ran threw the halls of the temple. That’s when they saw her, and when Mauls eyes caught hers she instantly rushed to them. She was just a hand maiden there that they never really saw, but she was determined when she saw Savage’s state. Moving him to an alter of the temple and laying him down.

“Can you help him?” Maul asked, his deep voice echoing threw the small girls mind. She opened up Savage’s tunic and looked at the wounds.

“I can try...” she said, it was the last thing he heard her say before he passed out from the pain and lack of oxygen. The last thing he remembered of her in that moment was that she wore a beautiful simple white gown, and her voice was that of an angel.

But when he woke up and saw her across the room he realized he had to be seeing things because he dress was black and dark red, but her voice never changed. She shot yo seeing him awaken, and ran to his side. That’s when they’re eyes caught and it was like the force surrounded them, binding them together. It was also the moment she realized she was force sensitive and took her under his wing as soon as he became a master.

She always listened so well and learned pretty quickly as well. Sometimes she would even best him in training. (Y/n) brought out the better side of him, and anyone could see that. Maul was happy for him of course, that he found someone who made him have a reason to fight, but sometimes he worried that Savage liked her a little to much. Like today.

“Savage has trained you well...” Maul said as he fought the staff she spun towards his throat. Her master was on a mission and she thought maul was with him, so she quickly swung an attack at him that he simple stopped...

“Darth Maul” she bowed her head and looked at him. “I didn’t realize it was you, I apologize.” She said and he chuckled deeply. Before making her look at him.

“I just wanted to check on your training,” he said, his slender finger resting under her chin, he was close. Almost to close. (Y/n) knew better then to pull away from him, mainly because of his anger, but she also didn’t know his intentions. His other hand came up and pushed loose hair behind her ear, that’s when her master had had enough of his hiding, he didn’t like the way his master looked at her or touched her.

“Master, “ he started causing Darth maul to look at him and move his hands away from the small girl. “I’d like to train with my Apprentice if you’d excuse us.”

“I actually wanted to see how it was coming, I’d like to watch if you don’t mind.” Maul said and Savage nodded agreeing before maul walked over to the side lines to watch then spar. Savage watched as his masters eyes rake his Apprentice, groaning as walked with his master to the side to show how well she did with training droids.

She stood in the center of the training room and the lights dimming around her as the training drones flew out. It was silent as they took there spots above her getting ready to test her skill. In the moment she felt there energy spike up she summoned her lightsaber from its place across the room and lit it is, red lighting her features from both angles , the metal of her save circled around her hands in a protective way, but also functioning as actual blades. A shot rang out as a droid shot at her but it bounced off the wall quickly as she deflected it, Maul was impressed. Soon more then one droid we’re taking aim and she was deflecting and destroying them one by one. It was quiet a show, and savage couldn’t help but feel pride in his Apprentice. Soon all the droids were gone and the lights came back showing the chaos she unleashed, her lightsaber powering down as she lowered it, looking over at her masters she bowed.

Maul smirked at her watching her chest move up and down with adrenaline, Savage turned to his former master waiting for a response.

“She’s extremely, exceptional...” Maul said his eyes never leaving Opress’ Apprentice. The way he looked at her set a fire inside Savage, a fire he couldn’t control, he groaned grabbing the staffs before throwing one towards (y/n) she caught it with ease and clipped her lightsaber onto her back as she readied herself to spar with her masters.

“She’s more then exceptional, master.” Savages said before walking towards her taking his spot, as he stood before her he noticed the rip on the side of her tunic exposing her rin age slightly, and another on her thigh. It made him angrier thing of the way Maul looked at her. “Are you ready?” He asked quietly, she nodded and they began.

She made the first move, swinging to his right for a solid blow, only to be dodged quickly. He went for her feet but she jumped over his staff and move away from his rich. Circling each other again, she looked stunning, with the light glow of sweat and the way her hair started to fall from her braids framing her face. But behind her he saw the way Maul still looked at her, and his anger boiled. He always spared with her at her level, never using his full strength in fear of hurting her, but something in his head made him snap, and his next few swings were not easy. He swung to the left, hurling towards her neck, only for her staff to come up and meet it only inches away. She noted his tone easily.

“Master, what’s gotten into you?” She commented but he only grunted out in response, this wasn’t the man who trained her. This was a fury she’d only seen when he battles.

He moved quickly again towards her rib cage, but she moved faster then him flipping over his staff and landing on her feet with ease. He wasn’t seeing her anymore, he wasn’t seeing her beautiful glowing skin, or her (H/c) hair, he was seeing red.

“Master?...” she asked quietly but Maul echoed in his head and he used the force throwing her across the room and into a pillar. Her body looked like it had almost broken as it landed back on the floor unmoving. He snapped out of it and dropped his staff running to her side. He scooped her up into his large hands and turned her to face him, she wasn’t moving, she was barely breathing. Her head lulled in his hands as he held her, tears pricking at his eyes in fear of what he had done.

“No...” he started as he looked down at her.” No, no, no... (y/n)” everything started to really hit him, what he had done, why he had done it.

He loved her, and he couldn’t take the idea of Maul’s eyes on her. He couldn’t take the idea of anyone’s eyes or hands or anything being on her. He used his hatred in soaring against her, and he hurt her. He reached down moving hair from her face, cupping her cheeks lightly as he tried to wake her up.

“Come on (y/n)...” he whispered. Maul has the answer he needed, and he groaned seeing it was the truth, (y/n) (y/l/n) was Savage Opress’ weakness, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. So he groaned and looked down at them.

“I’ll get a medic...” he stated before walking away leaving Savage with his knocked out Apprentice. Savage however was left with his thoughts, his regrets, his worse fears coming to life. It felt like forever he sat there before the medics came and took her to the healers. As soon as she was out of his sight and no one was around he let go again, his rage filling the training room as he broke droids and busted pillars. It felt like hours before someone came to stop him, saying she was awake.

He practically ran to her room where they put her, she was sitting up on the bed with her head in her hands rubbing at her eyes. He stopped, seeing her, worried she wouldn’t want to see him right now, or ever, worried she’d hate him for what he had done to her. But she spoke up, feeling his presence.

“Savage...” she spoke softly, quiet. “Can you close the curtains... the light is killing me..” he almost tripped over himself as he moved towards the curtains to close them, leaving only her candles to light the room. She looked up finally meeting his eye, she could sense the unease of his worry, the broken confidence leaking from his aura.

“I know you didn’t mean it...” she whispered out only for them to hear, his let out the breathe he didn’t know he was holding as she spoke. Moving to her side he took her hand in his.

“I’ll do anything to make up for my-“

“Savage...” she stopped him, he hand coming to rest on his cheek, he leaned into her touch like he’d been starved of it for so long. “I just want one thing...”

“Of course, anything...” he said whispering to match her tone.

“What upset you so much that you snapped...” her thump ran over his cheek bones soothing him, a gift she always possessed, changing the mood of another being.

“I-... Maul...” he commented, no longer meeting her eye.

“What did he do?” She asked and her looked her in the eyes once more, the passion from earlier bubbling in him again, so strong she could not contain it.

“He looked at you...” he started, his response shocked her but he continued before she could begin. “He touched you, he practically undressed yo with his eyes, and I can’t stand it.” She shook her head not understanding where this was coming from, so much raw emotion from him all at once. “I saw him behind you and I just snapped... and I took my anger for him out on you...” he looked down closing his eyes. “ and I hurt you...” he finished, tears slipping from his eyes.

Her small finger came down tilting his chin so they he’d face her again. She wiped his eyes with her thumbs gently and leaned forward, kissing his forehead just below his horns, the contact of her lips on his skin sent so many emotions of his, running threw her and she finally understood. She rested her forehead against his and looked him in the eyes.

“You didn’t mean it” she said again and he took her hands.

“I never want to do that to you again...” he started but she didn’t let him finish.

“Because you love me?” She asked, he tone matching one he’d never heard before, a tone he wished he could hear her speak in everyday. Her comment however threw him off, scared to admit the feelings he had had for her but wanting to release them so bad. His need to show her got the best of him and his lips met hers in a fiery passion, she kissed back instantly showing the same amount of passion as he did. It ended to soon, but he answered her question.

“Yes, because I love you.”

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