#sith warrior x malavai quinn

[vakarians-babe]

"Now that you mention it, I think the idea of you and me bears more...consideration."

A little gift exchange piece for the darling @brother-genitivi, Aacelya and Malavai enjoying a private, regulations-free moment. ❤️

[persephoneggsy]

went down a deep rabbithole of thinking about blorbos, and my SWTOR blorbo is Quinn, so... I made him a little family :3 I like to think about them interacting with my Sith Warrior, Nes'ria, who also has a decently-sized family, so when she and Quinn get married it's just a huge clan now lmao

All of them except for Rymar are OCs; Rymar we know the name + rank + death of from the SWTOR Encyclopedia under Quinn's entry. I did make up what I think he looks like, though.

miscellaneous facts about the Quinn clan that I couldn't fit in the headshots:

Solesta has a dislike of droids, finding them creepy. She also dislikes cybernetics and cyborgs. Ironically, and unbeknownst to her, her grandson Malavai will eventually end up with a woman whose family owns a large cybernetics company.

Solesta disappeared during a top secret mission when Malavai was around 15 years old. She and her crew were declared officially dead a year after her ship disappeared.

Solesta's husband passed when their kids were young. I imagine he was on track to being a rising star in the Imperial military, but he was cut down by a Jedi or something.

Rymar and Ridal are twins (Rymar is the older one).

Ridal disapproved of Rymar’s marriage to Mianna, believing she was too fragile for him. Despite this, she helps her son care for Mianna.

Ridal is lowkey disappointed that neither her son nor her nephew followed her footsteps into Imperial Intelligence. She doesn't know Halic refused to, given what happened to his father (murdered by a petulant Sith Lord). At least in the medical corps, any Sith he deals with are unconscious or too weak to threaten him.

Halic calls Malavai his baby cousin, despite only being a few months older than him. It annoys Malavai, who nonetheless reciprocates Halic's familial affection.

Halic jokingly complains that Malavai slept with a Sith before he could. He privately thinks Malavai is insane for falling for a Sith in the first place, and worries about his cousin (he later learns he doesn't have to, given Nes'ria's equal devotion to Malavai).

Halic has flirted with every member of Nes'ria's crew. Vette thinks he's a riot, Jaesa was flattered but embarrassed, and Pierce is debating sleeping with him to piss off Malavai.

Mianna witnessed her husband's death at the hands of the Republic force, and the trauma of that, plus her subsequent injury, rendered her largely nonverbal. She has only spoken Rymar or Malavai's name since being admitted to the hospital. The rest of the time, she communicates via either writing or signing.

Many Imperials view Mianna's situation with disdain, describing her as weak-willed and a drain on resources. It's only the lingering prestige of the Quinn family name, combined with threats from her sister-in-law Ridal, that keep such whispers behind closed doors.

There was a brief period after the Battle of Druckenwell that the family feared Malavai had been killed in action. It wasn't until a few weeks after the battle that he contacted them from Balmorra, informing them that he'd been court-martialed and demoted by Moff Broysc.

Ridal assists Malavai in bringing down Moff Broysc, using her old Inteligence contacts to help him abduct the Moff.

My personal headcanon is that Malavai knew Baras would go after his family if he didn't follow his orders, hence the betrayal. After Nes'ria spared him, he reached out to Halic and Ridal, warning them to watch out for any signs of retaliation from Baras. Nes'ria used her family's connections to have Malavai's family taken to a safe place until Baras was defeated.

[arvadthecursed]

oooaghe... them 💕

[commander-krios]

My submission for SWTOR Secret Santa Exchange for @jaxifye. I hope you enjoy this little fic I wrote for you. Happy Holidays!

Title: No Matter What Comes

Summary:

Gloria was like a goddess in her power, in her fury: a true Imperial who was now Sith. The might of the Force was beautiful on her. But with that power, with that fury, came the new dangers of her life. The infighting, the politics, the Jedi.

If he lost her, Malavai was certain he would lose himself.

Words: 2262

Rating: T

Relationship: Malavai Quinn/Female Sith Warrior

Additional Tags: Blood, Injury, Assassination Attempts, Minor Violence, Corellia

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It was the pivotal battle for control of Corellia, that’s how Darth Vowrawn explained the situation. Malavai Quinn understood the role that the planet held in galactic politics, it was a Core planet after all. But they weren’t there for the war. While Corellia was important to the Empire and the Emperor’s Wrath did what she could to make sure they had a distinct advantage, something more personal occupied the majority of her time.

Darth Baras.

The Sith Lord was a menace in the best of circumstances, but his current grab for power was a threat to the Empire. That was not something that Gloria was willing to let go, no matter what her duties as the Wrath were. Baras needed to be dealt with and then she could return to the war… if there was a war to return to.

The Wrath (it was still strange to see her in a position such as that) had left him in charge of keeping Darth Vowrawn safe from Baras’ assassins, and he took his assignment seriously. No one would harm the Dark Councillor while he still breathed. But his thoughts were a distraction while he waited. He desperately hoped that Gloria was successful and returned to him in one piece. 

It was difficult when it came to their relationship. Their history was long and painful, filled with more than a small amount of regret. Even now, he was trying to make up for the things he should’ve said… and those he shouldn’t have. But he was an Imperial first and foremost. No matter what he felt while Gloria was gone without him, a Sith needed to be protected and he would do it.

Or he would die. It was his duty and Gloria wouldn’t expect anything less.

“You look tense.” Pierce was standing beside him, the black ops soldier towering over him with his superior height.

Malavai ignored the comment for what it was, an attempt to get a rise from him. The lieutenant wouldn’t get the pleasure of seeing him undone. “We have our orders.”

“Sure. But you’ll have an aneurysm if you get any more stressed, Capt’n.” 

He couldn’t tell if Pierce was mocking him, but he bit his tongue anyway. No reason to start an argument when they had other things to worry about. The Wrath enjoyed having Pierce on her team, eccentricities and all. He would bear the insufferable man as long as she wanted him around.

Darth Vowrawn was speaking with his apprentice, paying little attention to the people who were assigned to protect him. Malavai knew his place in the Imperial hierarchy as a non-force sensitive. He did his job and he did it well. His life might not be expendable to Gloria, but he was little more than a stranger to the Dark Councillor. 

Which was why when Vowrawn called his name, he glanced up in surprise.

Vowrawn smiled, his expression conveying a kind and easy going Sith who’d lend you a sympathetic ear and a cup of excellent Kaasian tea. But the Sith didn’t become a Dark Councillor by accident, and in no uncertain terms would Malavai relax his guard when speaking with him.

“My Lord? How may I be of assistance?”

“Ever the professional, Captain. I see why our Lord Wrath relies on your skills.” Vowrawn’s smile didn’t falter when meeting his gaze. “I wonder, how far are you willing to go to save our Empire?”

Ah, there it was. The sharp mind that Vowrawn was well known for. He’d ascended to the Dark Council thanks to that intellect more so than any raw power. He moved pieces before they even realized they’d been manipulated. Malavai had served Sith like him before. 

“I assure you my loyalty is absolute, my Lord.”

“Your loyalty is not in question, Captain. I only wonder how far you will go to make sure that Baras, and others like him, don’t destroy what we intend to build.” Vowrawn’s crimson gaze almost glowed as he waited for Malavai’s response. 

He pondered the question briefly, realizing that giving an answer that a Sith didn’t approve of could not only end his career (and his life), but also reflect poorly on the woman he served with… the woman he loved. Malavai wasn’t worried about his own life as much as he worried about what would happen to Gloria after.

On top of everything else he was dealing with, Malavai felt uneasy, the shadows of the landing pad creating enemies out of the tiniest things. He wished not for the first time that Gloria had left the Talz with them. While he wasn’t keen on the creature, Broonmark’s stealth field generator would’ve been a great asset in protecting the Sith and finding this assassin.

Too late for second thoughts, he chided himself. The decision was made and now they had to follow through.

“My loyalty belongs to the Empire, Darth Vowrawn, and I will do anything I must to see that it is preserved and protected.”

Vowrawn appeared amused by his words, but he didn’t for the life of him know why. He’d served the Empire his entire life. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he felt so deeply about his role in it.

A shimmer appeared at the entrance of the landing area, near the protocol droid that took care of the landing and take off procedures. His gaze honed in on the area, but there was no other movement. It didn’t stop the hair on the back of his neck from standing at attention, however.

“Did you see that?” Pierce said, voice dropping to a whisper. 

If Vowrawn heard Pierce, he didn’t appear to notice the interruption. “Preserved and protected? Perhaps that’s the problem with the Empire, Captain. Parts of it should be protected, of course, but there are some parts that could change.”

Pierce raised an eyebrow in Malavai’s direction, but didn’t speak again. Instead, he pulled his rifle from where it’d been resting at his back and began a patrol of the area. Malavai took the hint and rested his hand on one of his own blasters, ready to pull it if need be. 

“Problem, Captain?” Vowrawn asked, raising an eyebrow-stalk at the sudden movement.

Behind the Sith, a stealth field generator dropped away, revealing the would be assassin: a Rodian with a pair of blasters on his hip and a vibroblade in his hands. Reacting instantly, Malavai pushed Vowrawn out of the blade’s path, situating himself between the assassin and the Sith, blaster in his hand.

The Rodian lifted the blade, aiming for his center mass. He managed to back away, the vibroblade hissing in the air in front of him. Malavai let off a round of blaster fire, but the assassin was quicker, dodging at the same time he lunged. 

This time, Malavai couldn’t get out of the way fast enough.

Before the vibroblade could connect with his body, the Rodian collapsed to the ground, a hole burning red through his chest. In place of where the assassin had stood was the woman he’d been thinking of nonstop since she left earlier that morning. She held a lightsaber in one hand, the red of the blade tinting her skin crimson in its glow.

Except when he actually looked at her, he realized it wasn’t the lightsaber that made her skin appear red. 

She was bleeding.

He reached a hand out to steady her when she stumbled. “My lord? What happened?”

Gloria’s golden eyes met his and he could see the pain that she tried to hide. “Nothing to worry about, Captain. I’ll be fine.”

Malavai knew better than to challenge her in front of Vowrawn. “May I look at it at least?”

He noticed the flash of irritation that crossed her face before she nodded, resigned to her fate. She knew him well enough to realize he wouldn’t let the issue drop until he was certain she was alright. He took the chance to lead her away from the others, affording them some privacy that they wouldn’t have otherwise.

The wound wasn’t bad, but the sight of Gloria covered in her own blood had sent terror through him like he’d never felt before. Malavai was the type of Imperial who didn’t let his emotions dictate his actions and he usually prided himself on being unflappable in the face of some of the greatest atrocities. But this was not something he was prepared to face.

Gloria was like a goddess in her power, in her fury: a true Imperial who was now Sith. The might of the Force was beautiful on her. But with that power, with that fury, came the new dangers of her life. The infighting, the politics, the Jedi.

And on top of all that, she was the Emperor’s Wrath, a weapon against his enemies.

If he lost her, Malavai was certain he would lose himself.

Gloria hissed as he pressed a kolto patch against the wound.

“I apologize. I must clean it before I can properly bandage it.” 

He hated seeing her in pain, but he especially hated it when he was the cause of it. Physical, emotional, didn’t matter. He had too many regrets over that part of his life as well. 

“I know, Malavai.” She said, turning to him as he set about his work. His neck burned at the feel of her eyes on him. With just her gaze, he was left feeling like he had all of those years ago when they first began a relationship. “Please, do what you can for it. I have to pay a visit to my old Master.”

Malavai held back a grimace, focusing on the injury beneath his practiced fingers. He didn’t want to think about when she had to face Baras, alone if she had her way. There were too many unknown variables when it came to the Sith, but he’d served Baras for years. The man was intelligent and prone to overpreparing. He had spies embedded in the highest parts of the Republic.

He was a formidable enemy.

She must’ve noticed because she glanced at Lieutenant Pierce briefly. He was busy keeping Vowrawn distracted so that Malavai could attend to her wound. Not that the Dark Councillor needed much help in the distraction department. He was always glad to hear himself speak.

When she faced him once more, her expression had softened considerably. “Quinn. You know I value your honesty. Don’t hold back if you have something to say.”

He couldn’t meet her gaze, his pale blue eyes dropping to where his hands hovered in the air above her wounds, skin stained with her blood. “Do you even know what it does to me?”

Malavai paused, a shaky breath passing his lips. He never had an issue with speaking his mind in the past, why now of all days?

Gloria waited for him to find his words, lost somewhere in his swirling thoughts.

“Any time you’re hurt, even if it’s superficial, I am worried that I’ll lose you.” Glancing up into eyes gold and copper, he felt a twinge in his chest, as if his heart twisted at the sight of her alive and close enough to touch. “Do you realize how deeply you’ve embedded yourself into my heart?”

She reached for him, covering his hands with her own. The wound was patched now, any pain she felt was an obvious issue now in the past. An expression of resigned sadness crossed her face. “I can’t promise you that nothing bad will happen to me, or to us, not with the war and Dark Council and this target painted on my back.” She hesitated, which wasn’t like her at all. Her confidence was one of the things he admired, always had, but to see her in this state bothered him. 

“My lord-”

“But I will fight with every ounce of my soul to come back to you, Malavai. I will not let them take me from you.” Her fingers brushed the soft skin of his cheek before dropping back into her lap. “We don’t have much time, but once this is over, once Baras is dead and we can finally breathe-” 

Gloria paused, letting the implications of her words dangle in the air. 

Malavai smiled, but he resisted the urge to reach out for her. Vowrawn and the rest of their crew were nearby. “I’ll hold you to that… my love.”

She couldn’t fight the responding grin. It lit her face up, only making her beauty shine through in ways only he could. It helped the ache in his heart to know that no matter what happened, he was the reason for her happiness. “Not even death could keep me from you, Malavai Quinn.”

After everything they’d been through, he could with a degree of certainty believe her and know, without a doubt, he’d never let anything keep him from her either. He would scour the entire galaxy to make sure she returned to him safe. Time was running short for them, but he was relieved to know that she wouldn’t disappear after this battle with Baras.

She was his until the end.

“You have to leave.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. Vowrawn and Pierce were waiting for her at the ship. They would be heading for Dromund Kaas soon and Malavai had to prepare for what came after. No matter what came.

Gloria nodded, her smile disappearing as she became the Emperor’s Wrath. “When this is finished.”

“I’ll be here… waiting.” 

And Malavai was a patient man.

[rinskiroo]

Intimate romance prompts: tying your lover's tie

oml there was this ask in my box from 2 years ago xD I THINK this is what I wrote for it, but just never came up with an ending that felt right? so it just doesn't end BUT HERE IT IS. Not technically a tie, which is why I'm not 100% sure.

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It had only been a few short weeks since the audience before the Dark Council. Since the climax of all that had been plotted and carefully detailed was enacted. And now, she had to announce herself to Imperial society at large. Reclaim what had been stolen. This manor, that had been the site of such devastation, now repaired, revitalized, and draped in rich trappings so there was no hint of the death that had once soaked the grounds.

“My lord.” The voice of Malavai Quinn called to her from an open door.

The pair of maids attending to her hair and makeup backed away obediently as she waved them off and rose to her feet. She kept waving until the backed all the way out of the room and shut the door behind them.

“You look magnificent, my—“

Sao’la held up her hand. “We are in private, Malavai.”

“My love,” he said with a smile.

She let out a breath and some of the tension in her shoulders as she walked towards him. The long train of her gown pillowed out behind her. It was black as night in stark contrast to the full length of her white hair, brushed out and flowing behind her. He was in his finely tailored dress uniform—brand new, starched and pressed to crisp perfection. His breast adorned with the medals and commendations he’d earned.

Sao’la stopped in front of him and smoothed her hand over his shoulder, catching a stray thread. He reached up and held her hand as it rested on his shoulder. “You have accomplished all you’ve worked for. Yet, you seem… reluctant, my dear.”

“I have to focus now,” she said quietly and moved her hands again. This time she brushed them across the triangles at his throat, carefully adjusting them so that they were even. “There will be time for complicated feelings later.”

“Why is it complicated?” he asked. Again, his hands wrapped around hers, pulling them away, because his uniform was impeccable and she was fidgeting. Trying to find things wrong so she could fix them.

Sao’la took in a quick breath, and then breathed out, quiet as a mouse, “What if this isn’t what I want?”

“Then tell them to leave.”

“If only it were so simple,” she looked up at him and gave him almost half of a smile. She had invited all of these people. Telling them to leave would indeed be a powerful play, but a petty sort of power. And what she did not want was for people—these people—to think her petty and small. She was strength incarnate and valued and rewarded loyalty. She would honor her commitments and her invitations.

[tiredassmage]

so, I finished sith warrior. and this is basically my experience with act 3, lmao.

Baras can pretend this was about the Emperor all he wants. Vayl was going to whoop his ass for Quinn’s honor with or without the Emperor’s approval.

petty fucking bitch literally absolutely ensuring that he got to come along all ‘don’t u worry babe i am going to FUCK this bitch up for shittalking to you’ anyone who thinks this was about anything else for her is, unfortunately, so sorely mistaken

[fatheriimaginedyoutaller]

Chiaros and Quinn shopping for their child*

Quinn: He's a youth medium, right?

Chiaros:...like a child psychic? No?

Quinn: I meant in Cloak size, my love.

Chiaros:...oh...

[thenessightlegacy]

While Quinn was healing me while I was doing a mission he said "You're all patched up" and it sounded so cute now I want to write a fic where he says that to her while on the medbay and she's like "Huh, thay doesn't sound like something you would say" and Quinn blinks like "And how do I sound normally, My Lord?" And Chiaros makes an impression of him with the accent and all and he's like super flustered and he's like "I don't sound like that" and Chiaros says something like "Oh my Lord please allow me to keep licking your boots" and he blurts out "That's not... entirely accurate to what I want to do to you" and she stops in her tracks like "what did you say?" And Quinn is so mortified cause "Crap did I just said that aloud?"

[0alix0]

sorry but i'm still fucking hysterical over the fact that vette actually DOES APPROVE your flirting with quinn on balmorra but as soon as he steps on the ship? nope, gtf away!1!! she makes BLEUGH sound every time he and the warrior have even the tiniest PDA moment. she. judges. you.

[jb-nonsense]

fellas, is it gay to have a prophetic vision and instead of your twi'lek wife being by your side, it's the fucker who betrayed you but also seemed to have a crush on you

[sithsandstardust]

Vette: why does Amalthea call you babygirl?

Malavai: how about we stop talking for a little while.

[dorianwritesthings]

Happy To Fail

Malavai Quinn x Sith! Reader

A/N: This contains spoilers for the Sith Warrior story on Star Wars the Old Republic. You have been warned!!!

Quinn sighed, and shook his head.

Sith weren’t merciful. He knew that, he’d seen it. And even you, perfect, powerful you...he knew exactly how ruthless you could be.

And yet, you spared him. Suddenly he grew more thankful for the late nights and stolen moments before his betrayal. The moments that made his heart race. The ones that convinced you to go alone with him on that ship…They were the same ones that likely saved his life.

He tapped a finger on the desk, he needed to stop thinking as a strategist. He loved you, really, but he never thought you actually returned that feeling. Sith weren’t merciful, but they could be impulsive.

He owed you now, owed you for more that just a career. Darth Baras was his enemy now, and he hoped that you would defeat him. For both your sakes.

You hadn’t talked to him since the incident on the ship, rather, you had remained holed up in your quarters, filling the ship with an uneasy feeling. Jaesa seemed energized by it, but he only felt guilty. It had only been a day since his betrayal, but time passed slowly with nothing but his own thoughts. You said you wouldn’t tell the crew, but he felt isolated either way.

He’d only seen you once since then. As you stepped out of the refresher, hair still wet, earlier that morning. You calmly offered a greeting that he couldn’t remember, though he could feel the anger radiating off you in waves.

Your yellow eyes didn’t give much away as he quickly stuttered out a hello and tried to keep his composure.

You simply walked past him, heading back into your quarters.

The interaction had drained him so quickly. He spent far too long in the shower, just letting the warm water fall over his skin.

He wasn’t working at his fullest capacity. His thoughts got in the way whenever his mind took the slightest pause. All he wanted was to talk to you again, he wanted to make sure that you knew how grateful he was that...well that he couldn’t calculate for you.

For once he was happy that he’d failed.

Could he ever be happy had his plan succeeded? He’d have gone back to Baras, of course, and continued serving the Empire as he always did but…

He loved you. He hated this mission, hated himself for going through with it, yet something in him pushed him on. He told himself that your interest had to be a with whim, but that cut into him almost as much as his own betrayal did.

The night he’d received Baras’s communication regarding your “removal”, he’d felt terrible. Quinn didn’t sleep much that night and he hadn’t slept much since. His actions felt empty, and his body felt, heavy, ever since he’d set on that treacherous course to kill you. He’d hoped that when he killed you that feeling would begin to go away, but now... now he suspected that the weight of it would have stayed on him his entire life. It might have ended him.

He would have been haunted by the way you’d held his hand when boarding the ship, the way you asked “Is something wrong, Quinn?” when you sensed his unease, the way your eyes looked when he explained what he’d done. 

“Quinn.” your voice behind him made him jump, he hadn’t heard your approach.

“M-My Lord.”

His nervousness clearly wasn’t lost on you, and you sighed.

“I can tell that you’re nervous, upset, confused…”

“All of the above, my Lord.” he said, “I hope you know my confusion is not about my dedication to you.”

You held his gaze, taking a pause that was just a moment too long.

“I hope so.” you said, “I...Betrayal stings, it leaves behind an anger that Sith thrive on.”

“I’ve heard similar things from other sith.”

You nodded slowly, “But...betrayal from you...feels different.”

Quinn looked down, waiting for you to continue.

“I expected betrayal from my master, perhaps not at that moment, but eventually. But from you...I was blind to it.”

“I am so sorry…” he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. It was a sensation he hadn’t experienced since he was a boy, “I had your trust and I squandered it.”

You put your hands on either side of his face, “I am not a gentle person, normally.” You said, “But the people I bring into this small circle are...important to me. The world of the Sith is one of backstabbing and mercilessness. I didn’t grow up with many friends who lasted long.”

“That sounds...terribly lonely.” Quinn said. You nodded, and took the opportunity to glance around. To be this vulnerable in front of him...even after what he’d done to you surprised him.

“I decided that the people aboard my personal ship would be exempt from all of that, from me. I needed a group who I could trust, but I still find myself sleeping with my lightsaber.”

“You..appeared to give up that practice the nights I’ve stayed with you.”

“I had…” you said, “Things aren’t going to be the same, Quinn, but I hope you understand what you meant to me, and what you and the rest of the crew still mean to me.”

“I...think I do my Lord.”

You sighed, then released him. He felt a pang as your skin left his and a small pull at his mind.

“I promise, I will never give you cause to feel this way again.” Quinn said, grabbing your hand before you could leave, “I’ll do all I can to make this right.”

You gave him a small smile, the first he’d seen all day and for the first time in a long time, he felt his anxieties lessen.

“I’ll be back soon to finish preparations for Camilla.” you said, “I imagine it’s easier for us to work together for the time being.”

“As you wish, My Lord.” He gave a slight bow and watched you leave.

You wanted to keep an eye on him, but your choice to do so personally gave him hope that all was not lost.

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You left to your chambers to meditate. Quinn's betrayal cut deep and you felt the pain pulling you into the darkside, but unlike last night, your rage was again controlled, focused.

Baras was capable of a great many things, and though you doubted he’d be able to bend your beloved Quinn as much as the average man...you knew, or perhaps you simply needed to believe, that he’d done something to him. Quinn was never one to dispatch of assets he thought would aid the empire, and you thought...

You loved the Captain, though neither of you had said it, yet. And your anger towards your former master grew ever more at the thought of losing one of the few people you trusted to his manipulations. He’d suffer at your hand. You would see to it personally.

[persephoneggsy]

vette: ria, i love you, but i do NOT get your taste in men...

nes’ria, lustfully watching quinn file paperwork in triplicate: nothing is sexier than competence, vette

[darth-lemoncupid]

morning fog

pairing: malavai quinn x gender neutral! reader

word count: 1,322 words

ao3 link: 🥞🥞🥞

summary: after a rough battle, your captain decides to use some local kitchenware to make you what’s considered to be an important meal of the day with local ingredients.

warning(s): fluff (i guess?), no consideration for how the facilities in star wars actually work, no considerations for what characters actually eat, quinn being wife material, imagined with a sith warrior reader, strawberries, yes i am referencing my own made up stuff for star wars

notes: i just wanted to write about quinn making pancakes because i made pancakes and thought, “he would totally do this.” if this feels weird (and something doesn’t exactly make sense) it’s probably because i wrote this at 4am.

What is one to do when they cannot sleep?

Perhaps it’s to take a speeder out and explore the vast landscape of whatever planet they were on. Or to sit and contemplate while looking out into the stars and darkness of the galaxy, allowing oneself to be sucked into the serenity of endless sky.

Or, maybe, if one was like Malavai Quinn, it would be to get dressed and head out to a local market to make breakfast for his lord.

The sun had not even risen yet when he woke up. He was used to waking up before the sun came up and was familiar with the feeling of meeting darkness when he awoke from his slumber. But when he did not need to be up, he usually went back to bed. His body could only take so much after all. But sleep did not come to him easily and while he did not mind the Empire’s rations, his body was feeling for something more human, something made from scratch.

Most planets had their own local markets that sold food, if one knew where to look. Thankfully, it wasn’t his first time on this planet. So Malavai dressed in something more casual, wrapped a scarf around the lower half of his face, and set out for a local market.

The morning fog that he had woken up with gradually disappeared as he took in his surroundings. It was nice to watch the sunrise every once in a while. Truly, the endless black sky of the galaxy got a little boring. It was nice to see color every once in a while.

Being one of the first people at the market meant he had his pick of the crop. The best stuff always got taken first. But Malavai was quick. He picked out his necessities, but he had to contemplate which fruit to get. There were so many choices presented to him. But the one that caught his attention was a berry. Red with a sort of sharp glimmer to it.

“Like it?”

He looks up at the old woman. She has a kindly face but her posture told him that she most likely had experience with the military. “They’re quite eyecatching.” He says.

“Yamian Red Crystal Berries. Sweet and cooling. Hard to come by when we’re far out. But a favorite among the Imperials. Would work well for what’s in your bag.” He glances at his bag. “I was watching you. I like looking out for potential customers.”

“I have never had these Red Crystal Berries.”

“They’re rare in Imperial territories, mostly because the Republic hogs them all.” He could sense a hint of bitterness when she mentions the Republic. “But they are special and quite perfect. Here.” She picks one out and offers it to him,

Malavai looks at the berry and its icy glimmer before gently taking it. He pulls his scarf down slightly to take a bite into the berry. It’s cooling and he feels chills run across his body. It contrasts with the rather hot weather he was currently experiencing. The berry is sweet but has a subtle tart flavor and it has a bit of a crunch to it. He’s pleasantly surprised.

“Delicious, isn’t it?”

“I can see why the Republic is so adamant about having them.” He says.

“They are so adamant that they will force families of farmers to work constantly. And once they have exhausted them, they will replace them with droids.” She shakes her head.

“The Republic has a reputation of hiding their misdeeds.” He finishes the berry. “How much for a gram?”

“300 credits each.”

Malavai almost choked on the air as he thought about his checking account. He had a decent amount of money but after this? He might as well consider himself broke. (This would be the second time, but not really. He’s never actually been broke entirely but last time, he was very close). The woman laughs.

“You’re on a discount. I give them to servants of the Empire. If you were Republic, I would be charging you twice as much.”

He looks at his outfit. Nothing really made him stand out as an Imperial.

“I can identify one when I see one. How many grams do you want?”

“Ummm, I’ll take three grams.”

“750 credits. Consider it another discount since you’ve amused me.”

“I’m happy I have amused you.” His account would be grateful for this lenience.

“Good luck with whatever you’re cooking.”

Cooking was always time consuming but there was something calming about it. It gave Malavai Quinn some semblance of control compared to the rest of his life. It was a chaotic existence to say the least, but with cooking, he could control the environment around him even just for a little bit.

There were a lot of steps to creating a good breakfast, from making a drink to folding in his fluffed up whites into the batter with the right amount of pressure. But he always managed if he just trusted the process.

Even if the first few pancakes ended up a little burnt and flat.

By the mid-morning, Malavai had finished his breakfast. He was very proud with his presentation and the matching drinks to go with it. It took two hours to make and only ten minutes to eat his plate. Truly the worst part of cooking, that he could labor for so long and it would be gone in less than an eighth of that time.

The extra plate and drink had the captain contemplating. Of course, who should it go to? Certainly not Pierce. Vette was probably still asleep. Jaesa? Maybe, but he knew Jaesa would prefer to do her own cooking or get her own meal. Broonmark was...well, Broonmark and preferred to hunt his meal.

There was only one person that was deserving of his time and labor. (Albeit he had forgotten halfway through cooking that he originally went out for you)

When his dish was done, he put the other dish and cup on a tray and walked out of the kitchen to your room. He could hear the rustling of the sheets from behind the door and knocks. “My lord.”

“The door’s open.” Your voice is a little muffled.

Quinn opens the door, balancing the tray on one hand. Seeing his face makes you lift your head from your pillow and smile. “Quinn! Breakfast? I don’t remember us getting any sort of fancy rations.”

“They are not rations, my lord. I went out and bought everything.” He sets the tray down on the nightstand.

You sit up and take the tray, balancing it on your lap. “Everything looks really good.” You pick up a berry. “What is this? I’ve never seen it before.”

“A Yamian Red Crystal Berry from the planet of Yamia Carro. I presume the climate of such a planet has affected the texture, taste, and look of the fruit.”

“It’s pretty. Almost too pretty to eat.” You take a bite and shiver, feeling chills throughout your body. But it was the kind of chills that made you feel exhilarated, the kind of chills you got from eating just good food in general. “What made you decide to make me breakfast?”

“I had an extra plate.”

“I could get used to this.” You pick up the fork and cut into the pancake. “You look great in an apron.”

Malavai feels his cheeks grow warm and he clears his throat. “I will leave you to it, my lord.”

He walks out, the door closing behind him and he could feel his cheeks growing hotter and his heart quickening in pace. It was only a temporary feeling. It could only be a temporary feeling after all. Getting too attached to you may jeopardize his plans.

Alas, Malavai Quinn could not ignore the blatant truth.

He liked cooking for you and the way you made him feel.

[artestarr]

Work and Play

Early morning. 0500 hours. Breakfast is made.

Mid-morning. 0700 hours. Work begins.

Late afternoon. 1500 hours. Work is finished. Recreation is permitted.

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A day between Dormû Naath and captain Malavai Quinn.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Malavai Quinn/Male Sith Warrior

Word Count: 2948 (complete)

Warnings: Sexual content, praise kink, mild hurt/comfort

[the-tomato-patch]

My Sith Warrior Sabrazios Shedim Darkstar.

I headcanon her as the long lost sister of my Sith Pureblood Jedi Knight, Rhiasen Shedim Darkstar and the secret daugther of Darth Marr. Because who doesn't love convoluted backstory full of family drama?

She's pragmatic and honorable, preferring to use her wit and cunning to get herself out of situations instead of violence. However, she's more than willing to cut someone down should they not take her first warning seriously, dare to cross someone she cares for, or disrespect her station as a high ranking Sith.

Her love interest is Malavai Quinn who may or may not end up getting thrown out an air lock in post class content. Still deciding on that. Quinn is such a dork and I love him but it's not very wise to cross a Sith.