#gar saxon fluff

[zoeykallus]

Master List/Stuff I Wrote Part 5

Other Master Lists

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - The Blessing

The Bad Batch HCs - Baby's Lullaby

Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Bartender And The Clone

Imperial Bad Batch x Reader HCs - About Dating

Bad Batch/Rex Wolffe x Reader HCs - Comforting You

The Bad Batch /Rex /Cody x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Communal Showers

The Bad Batch /Rex x Fem!Reader HCs - A Ghostly Touch

The Bad Batch x Reader - The Submissive Kink

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - And Justice For All

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Cute Little Weakness

Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Hero Of The Day

The Bad Batch x Teacher!Reader HCs - Teaching The Next Generation

The Bad Batch (x Fem!Reader) HCs - The Girlfriend (Brotherly Love And Bickering)

The Bad Batch HCs - The Uncle Batch

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Take Better Care Of Yourself

The Bad Batch/ Gregor x Reader HCs - The Overprotective Parent

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - True Affection

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Whose armor is this, anyway?

The Bad Batch/Rex x Fem!Jedi!Reader HCs - Teach Me

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 1 Of 2

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 2 Of 2

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Necessity

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Domination

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - When in self-doubt

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Sneaky And The Startled

The Bad Batch/Fives HCs x Reader - Outrageous And Thoughtless

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - I Loved Her First

The Bad Batch/Fives/Rex x Male!Reader HCs - What Is This Feeling?

The Bad Batch HCs - Puberty And Its Pitfalls

The Bad Batch x Offspring!Reader HCs - Gentle Parenting

The Bad Batch/Howzer/Rex x Reader HCs - Make Up For Lost Time

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader Shorts - Under The Armor

The Bad Batch/Gregor x Fem!Reader HCs - Well Endowed

The Bad Batch x fem!reader HCs - The Husband

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs (Shorts) - Picture Perfect

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs - Armor Kink

Tech

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Quirks, Insolence And Weak Knees

Tech/Howzer x 'Jedi'!Fem!Reader - Shortfic / Oneshot - The Misfits

Tech x Fem!Reader - The Lowest Low

Crosshair

Imperial!Crosshair x Medic!Fem!Reader One-shot - The Quiet Visitor

Crosshair x Fem!Reader Short One-shot - The Fatal Mistake

Crosshair x Jedi!Reader Oneshot - What Are You Afraid Of?

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - Chicken Legs

Crosshair My Beloved Enemy Vol.2 Chapter 3 – You Do Have A Heart

Hunter

Hunter x Reader Short One-shot - Your Skin

Hunter x Reader One-Shot - You Ease My Pain

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - The Tension Between Us

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - Skipping Stones

Hunter x Reader One-Shot - Introductions

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Show Me What You've Got

Wrecker

Wrecker x GN!Reader One-shot - Lean On Me

Imp!Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-shot - Steamy Encounter

Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Delicious

Wrecker x Fem!Reader - Sunset On Pabu

Wrecker x GN Reader One-Shot - Tough Love

Echo

Echo x Fem!Reader Oneshot - The One I Love

Echo x Reader One - Shot - By Your Side

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Good Girl

Echo x Male!Reader Fluff One-Shot - Culinary Affection

REX

Rex x Male!Reader One-shot - Close To You

Rex x GN!Reader One-Shot - I Knew I'd Find You Here

Maul

Maul x fem!Reader Oneshot - Bad Girl

Clones

Fives/Hunter/Crosshair/Tech/Rex/Echo x Reader HCs - Do Not Disturb

Wolffe / Crosshair x GN Reader One-shots (Drabbles) - You Are My Place Of Comfort

Crosshair/Hunter/Tech/Rex x Reader - The Masquerade

Rex/Cody/Howzer Drabbles/HCs - Culinary Romance

Hound x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Wrongfully Accused

Jedi Stuff

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-shot - Coming Home

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Things We Fight For

Other Star Wars Stuff

Gar Saxon - Spicy Headcanons

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

#clones #fics #tbb #clone wars #star wars #hunter #crosshair #tech #rex #wrecker #echo #fluff #smut #star wars fanfiction #x reader #clones x reader #one-shots #star wars headcanons #fives #clone trooper

[zabrak-show]

Zabrak Show Masterlist

Here is my collection of fanfic I’ve written. Almost all of it is Maul-centric.

To join the taglist fill this form out.

 Summaries and warnings are at the top of each post.

Maul x OC (Kudra Deschain)

Blood of the Sith

Kudra Deschain is a young pilot working for a trade company out of Coruscant. Her next trade route to Mustafar, ends up being a fiery life changing revelation to the dark side of the force, where she meets Maul, a sith apprentice to Darth Sidious

Warnings: eventual smut, slow burn, angst, drinking, my first fanfic

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Maul x Reader

The Greatest Love I’ve Ever Known

Domestic Dad!maul and gn!reader adopted 2 nightbrother children, Grim and Dire.

Warnings: a little bit of angst in some, but mostly just sweet fluffy domestic bliss

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I’m sorry but I’m just thinking of the right words to say

Maul and artist!reader (gender neutral) meet pre phantom menace and share a short lived secret romance. Years later they are reunited in Mandalore.

Warnings: allusions to sex but nothing explicit, romance, fluff, angst

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Don’t Hide 🔞🔞🔞

Mandalorian Reader (gn, afab) and Maul have a friends with benefits situation. Eventually Savage gets involved as well.

Warnings: PWP, p0rn with feelings, each post has more specific warnings, please read responsibly, NSFW, lemon, 18+ only

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When the Sun Comes Up

Reader orphaned at a young age seeks vengeance. A strange man in dark robes prowls their city and an obsession blooms.

Warnings: past trauma, angst

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Ashes of the Wasted Sith 🔞🔞🔞

fem! reader x maul in an arranged marriage au. dark fantasy, spooky, goth vibes, still very much a wip.

warnings: darkfic, smut, angst, blood, 18+

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Seen you in the shadows 🔞🔞🔞

collection of smut one shots, nsfw!

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We’ve Only Just Begun

collection of fluff one shots, sfw

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Comedy/Crackfics

just stupid little crack fics or comedy headcanons, lol, sfw

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GenFic

GenFic Collection

no pairings, sfw fluff genfic, mostly found family

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ObiMaul (Maul x Obi-Wan)

ObiMaul Collection

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Maul x Qi'ra

Close to you 🔞🔞🔞

NSFW, Qi'ra takes care of Maul in more than one way.

Maul x Saxon

Whiskey on the Rocks 🔞🔞🔞

NSFW, slutty darth maul has his way with subservient Gar Saxon

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Savajj (Savage x Asajj)

Love you to death

sexy short story with Savage and Asajj, not explict

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Brother Viscus

Daddy Nightbrother Collection

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Various Viscus stories, most are nsfw

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Feral Opress

Feral x Cody

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Sinful Collection

Various Sins 🔞🔞🔞

a collection of smut drabbles i took as requests, various characters, ships etc

Created 15 Aug 2020

Last updated 4 Aug 2023

#darth maul #darth maul x oc #maul fanart #darth maul x reader #maul x you #star wars fic #star wars romance #star wars x reader #star wars oc #oc appreciation #prequel fanfic #fanfic authors #fanfic request #simp for sith #maul simp #star wars comedy #fanfic new

[fallenrepublick]

Miscellaneous Masterlist

Characters I Don't Often Write For

Fives

Headcanons

Crushes

General NSFW

Dating

Tech

Headcanons

Sleeping

NSFW Alphabet

Chelli Lona Aphra

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Vader

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Nights In

Speechless

Protecting

The Grand Inquisitor

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Pros and Cons (NSFW Edition)

Baby

Parenting

NSFW Alphabet

Pregnancy

Fluff

Fugitive

Fear (Mild Angst)

Eighth Brother

Headcanons

Pros and Cons (Regular and NSFW)

Fluff Stuff

Pet Introduction

NSFW Alphabet

Reader’s Death

First Kiss

PTSD

Period

Fluff

Miniscule

First Time

Possibilities

Angst

Alone

Words

Fifth Brother

Headcanons

Fluff Stuff

The YOUNG! Father of Mortis

Headcanons

Relationship

NSFW Alphabet

The Son of Mortis

Headcanons

Fluff Stuff

Pros and Cons

NSFW Alphabet

Smut

Sacrifices

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Pros and Cons (NSFW Edition)

Count Dooku

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Protecting

Cal Kestis

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Kit Fisto

Headcanons

Speechless

Angst

Circumstance

Missions

Fluff

Snow

Kanan Jarrus

Headcanons

Fluff Stuff

Kallus

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Soft Dating

Proposal

Parenting

Pregnancy

NSFW Alphabet

Gar Saxon

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Grievous

Headcanons

Pros and Cons

Cad Bane

Headcanons

1

Other

Poems

Bones

[wac-47]

no more cold mornings

pairing: gar saxon x reader

rating: pg

warnings: none!! unless u count sickeningly sweet fluff

word count: ~400

a/n: first fic first fic first fic i love handsome squidward aka gar saxon

Waking up has its usual drag. The absence of light as you blunder through hyperspace--on your way to your next mission. Toes curling as your feet hit the cold durasteel floor of your quarters. Hands tucked into your armpits. Arms squeezing your ribcage as tight as possible.

But today? It’s a bit unusual. You’re not cold--far from it. Warmth is lulling you back to sleep like the whisper of a mother’s singing. You’d sink back into oblivion, except your eyes shoot open to the fact that you feel the breath of someone else on the top of your head.

Your head in the crook of a neck that’s corded with muscle. Rough, callused hands tucked under your shirt and warming the skin on your hips. Thick biceps that hug you to a broad, bare chest covered in the white slashes of old scars and the puckered skin from blaster wounds. 

If the handsome face didn’t give him away, you’d know from his body that you’re in the same bed as Gar Saxon. 

Last night floods into your mind. The confrontation. The bruising kiss. The embrace. The secrets shared in the dark of his quarters.

Sinking back into his hold, you let out a dreamy sigh. His arms tighten around you. Propping your chin on his pectoral, you can’t fight the smile that worms onto your face. He looks so peaceful, his features clear of the pinch of worry shown through the wrinkles of his brow. His lips--usually pursed--are plump and lovely, and you feel desire slither its way up your spine. If you scoot a little closer, you could wake him up with a kiss.

You’re too late. Gray eyes meet yours, and that wrinkle on his brow is back. 

“What are you staring at?” His voice--oh, his voice. So raspy, so deep. So rich. Like the chocolates you would steal from the kitchen as a youngling. Your smile widens.

“You don’t look like you have a blaster up your ass when you’re asleep.” He blinks at your words, processing them for a moment, before rolling over--laying all of his weight on top of you. Thumping his sides, you laugh as he’s a deadweight on top of you. 

“Gar! Get off!” He relents, sighing as he lands on his back. Turning towards you, a beautiful smile is aimed at you, and you can’t help but grin back at him.

#hello #tis me #a writer #hope u enjoy #pls consider feedback #my writing #fic #gar saxon x reader #gar saxon #gar #gar x reader #no more cold mornings

[doorsclosingslowly]

Your death is a number but I cannot count that high

Everything that can be taken away has been taken. He lost his legs, purpose, grace and duty on Naboo; his brother on Mandalore; and now, Lord Sidious has massacred Mother Talzin as well. Regardless, Maul will survive.

Soon, he’ll also figure out that dabbling in magic has consequences.

Part 1/? of yet another Zombie Savage AU why | canon divergent after Son of Dathomir | 1.5k | read on AO3 | Warnings for body horror and mentions of suicide

“Lord Maul?”

He does not flinch, although he didn’t hear anyone walk up to him—the apprentice would never have failed to notice, but there is so little of him left now—and he can’t see his watcher Gar Saxon from where he is kneeling, in the very center of the cabin that has been his home for days now, and with his back to the door. Something squirms and writhes inside his chest. He keeps his eyes closed, and he doesn’t flinch, because he’s better than that, still, even though his Master’s lessons are long past now, dulled and buried deep below Dathomir’s smouldering carnage and those precious months playing at being crime lords with his brother and the dim years spent fighting for survival on the scrap-heaps where his Master abandoned Maul.

He does not flinch: the child who would have seized up in fear never existed.

It was never allowed to exist.

Besides, even if he was the kind of person who would enslave himself to the instinctive responses of his body—there is no reason for it anymore. The last person who might have mourned that fearful boy is gone now. Everything that can be taken, has been. Legs. Purpose. Grace. Duty. Brother. Title. Birth planet. Mother, now, too, and isn’t that why Kast and Saxon have taken it upon themselves to watch him at all times.

He doesn’t leave the cabin on the Mandalorian barge where they put him, some uncounted days ago, and one of them is always with him. He meditates. Occasionally, someone brings inside food and they pass it on: currently, Saxon is setting down a bowl on the floor, and Maul can smell the soup. He never eats it, and they just take it away again. At first, they often touched his wrists, too, checking for pulse, and he didn’t fight them off. There was no use for vanity, or the energy for it, even though their doubt was offensive.

Of course he will survive.

Maul has lived through worse pain. He just can’t remember it right now.

(“Some soldiers eat their blasters,” Kast explained on the first day, as she methodically searched the cabin for sharp implements and confiscated his weapons. “We know how to deal with this, and don’t try anything because we will be watching.” Per her orders, the unused bed was covered with the finest tooka fluff, the hairs apparently much too delicate and short to thread into a rope that could support an adult zabrak’s weight. A half-zabrak, after Naboo. She looked with worry at his prosthetic legs and the jagged parts that could be pried off, but she let them be.

Maul didn’t have the heart to inform Kast that he wouldn’t need any tools to kill himself. He didn’t bother to inform her that he’d clung on to life through worse. If he had nothing else, he still had this: he did not want to die.)

Suicide watch, he thinks with wry anger. Not entirely unexpected: he was barely responsive when they fled Dathomir, his mind screaming with the face of his mother’s corpse and the swirls of the living force that had invaded him—the swirls that are in him even now—the connections he had forged when he threw open his mind in a desperate call for help, to anyone who might hear him.

No help came.

Grievous’ blades didn’t stop.

Green light rippled and gushed out of his mother, out of the woman that Maul had barely known, and it left nothing but bones and pain and his Master’s smile. Green light. It had trickled out and lingered on Savage, too, while Maul had held onto his brother’s hand and wished he could hold the life inside. He’d tried, had grabbed hold of the green magic with his mind and forced it back inside, and he’d begged the big soft fingers not to leave him. Magic was an unknown thing. It hadn’t worked.

No-one had come then, either, and he doesn’t even know what happened to his brother’s corpse. He should probably work up enough energy to ask his keepers.

You can scream but no-one will ever come, Maul’s mind helpfully tells him with the mocking pale grin that still lives inside. Little Maul, still begging for his mother’s help. For his brother. You’re weak. This is how you killed them. Neither Savage nor Talzin had had enough skill to survive Lord Sidious, their death a certainty the moment they decided to protect Maul.

Maul’s death should have been a certainty, the moment Lord Sidious decided to discard him, and yet—here he is, alone with his loss.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength. Maul doesn’t flatter the dead by pretending it was their protection that saved him; he doesn’t flatter himself by pretending that it is because of his own strength. Master would have killed Maul if he’d wished to, regardless of the bodies between them or the depths Maul plunged into the force. Through strength I gain power. Through power I gain victory. Maul is powerless before Sidious. He lives by his former Master’s indifference, by the grandiosity of the plan that Sidious is pursuing and his own cosmic insignificance. It grates. Through victory my chains are broken. The force shall free me.

Maul will never be a Sith Master. He’s too weak. He was nothing at all when he stood in front of Lord Sidious, and that ancient, destined power will never be his.

Every second of Maul’s existence has been lived in service of being Sith, of becoming a Master; every lonely day, every lightning strike, every assassin droid towering over his malnourished preteen body and methodically kicking it until every rib broke while Master sighed with disappointment that Maul hadn’t yet managed to extricate himself. Every pain in Maul’s life strengthened his connection to the dark side. Maul is Sith; the pain is meaningful.

The death of his brother and his mother should mean something. It’s pain. It should make him stronger, and he should welcome it, but he can’t. He doesn’t feel stronger, now that Talzin is gone. Now that Savage is dead. What use is suffering if he cannot wield it; what use is being a Sith if he cannot turn suffering into power?

Maul will never be a Sith Master, and his pain has no meaning anymore. It’s never meant anything, because he’s always been weak. It has always been just pain. Lord Sidious was right to discard his powerless apprentice, and the only thing left of his former life now is bare survival. Survival, and grim determination. He will live, for nothing but spite if he has to, even if his Master does not care. When he breathes in again, he tries not to feel the dull ache in his chest. It’s not empty, there’s something wriggling in there, like a brood of maggots or a clutter of remote-controlled bombs.

There’s nothing in there. He’s checked.

(He wouldn’t have put it beyond Sidious or his new ex-Jedi pet to fit him with a slave transmitter or something similar, after they killed Savage and took him from Mandalore and locked him inside their secret prison, and so he forced the Mandalorians to put him inside a scanning tube after the rescue. Nothing. No metal in his chest or anywhere apart from the legs. No foreign biological matter, or anything else indicating a tracking device. No electrostatic charges.)

The pests inside him are alive, but not quite. Animated, perhaps. Angular. His mother’s magic, that’s what the squirming reminds him of. The sensation is similar to what he felt when Savage took him from Lotho Minor and she patched the hole in his torso with new legs, and the metal wriggled with her green magic. Metal animated by her power, as substitute for flesh. It can’t be Talzin’s magic, though: she’s gone now. Dead. This isn’t—can’t be—her doing, although it hurts so much like the magic that has given him feet, and like the magic that he’d held in his desperate hands when it poured out of his dying brother.

Whatever they are, the writhing things are jolted again, harshly, as if they had been hit—as if there was something to be hit inside Maul, something that doesn’t belong—and then they slink back into place. Maul taps his chest.

The worms inside him don’t move. They are not physical. His flesh doesn’t stretch over them.

“Lord Maul, are you alright?” Saxon asks. Surely, he must have better things to do than keep suicide watch over Maul, but getting any of the Mandalorians to leave him alone is beyond Maul’s skill-set. They are stubborn as mules. They’re almost as bad as Savage was back then, shortly after Lotho Minor, always watching with his quiet sad eyes and badgering him to eat horrible, homemade food.

It’s just psychosomatic, Maul decides. He taps the spots on his chest again. Two, above each of his hearts, in the same places where his Master stabbed Savage.

He touches his skin, and somewhere far away, massive gentle fingers wrap around his hand.

#every time i write something i ask myself 'is this the most self-indulgent bullshit i'll ever write?' and it never is #but this might actually be it #Darth Maul #Savage Opress #Zombie Savage AU #dimtraces makes things