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yandere-wishes · 7 months

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𝕆𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝

Summary: You try to escape from two fearsome Sith Lords. Surprisingly they take it rather well.

Author's note: This is totally getting a part 2. Or maybe a series we'll see.

Warnings: dark, absolutely no regard for the rule of two, sorta a vent fic (venting that these two are so fine and I can't get them out of my mind), slightly fluffy.

The empire's warships have a tendency to blur reality. The interiors of their large hulking exoskeletons house endless corridors and makeshift chambers. Vast, endless arrays of space. They've been optimized for housing droids, clones, and artillery. Not for escape, not for an endless search of a freedom that has long since eroded.

Calling yourself anything but desperate would be a lie. Your feet run to the chorus of your broken heartbeat. The need for freedom, the need to escape spreads through your body like a poison. You know it'll end up killing you, either from exhaustion or by their sabars. But you have to try, you have to run. Even if you've left fragments of yourself in the warm bed the three of you sleep on. Even if you forgot your heart under Anakin's pillow and your soul still lingers in Maul's warm embrace. Maybe freedom is worth cutting off pieces of yourself, if only in the hope that someday they might grow back.

There's something wrong with the corridors you're sure of it. You've never been one for directions, instead relying on the holo screens and navigation systems to lead the way. Mirror images as far as the eye can see. Identical, plain. Nothing substantial to store in your memory. There's something ironic about this situation, a punchline that doesn't quite land. You half haphazardly tug on the skirt of your nightgown, desperate for anything familiar. You're not sure why.

You remember how Anakin called you pretty this morning, still hazy, still clinging to the sensation of slumber. Perfect blue eyes too dazed to look at you. Really look at you. The chosen one gazes at your ghost, your ethos. the perfect doll he and Maul had morphed you into. Behind you

Maul pulls you to his chest. Hand running up and down her side, trying to resurrect you into his dreams. It's only when Anakin's eyes close, seeling the shimmering blue orbs, that you crawl out of bed and into the unknown.

You're lost, abandoned in absolute desolation. The marble tiles bleed frost into the soles of your feet. Somewhere in the distance, you feel a disturbance in the force. Too far away to matter, yet leaking with a potent rage that burns. It's hope you think, albeit pathetically, maybe it's better to capitulate this pointless crusade and wait for the Sith lords to find you. The crash comes just as you're about to stop. You bump into him, falling in the process. All armor and steel. The Stormtrooper's mask is off giving you a clear view of his scarred face. His eyes flash, some dreary emotion too obscure to read, he offers you a gloved hand, something human something casual.

You stare frozen.

When exactly did you stop comprehending human idiosyncrasies?

When exactly did you start reading every interaction as a threat?

He's a monster, you think, just like the ones you've been warned about. Lectured time and time again by both Anakine and Maul. Monsters pry on little girls, especially ones who wander off on their own. Monsters lurk behind unsuspecting walls, ready to pounce when their prey approaches. You wonder if, the definitive definition of "monster" could be passed on to the two Siths who call themselves your lovers.

There's blood, too crimson to be real. Metallic aromas wafted through the air. You've only now noticed how close the disturbance in the force really is. Close enough to distinguish itself. To reveal that, in actuality, it's not a disturbance at all.

It's two...

Something cold yanks at your forearm. Pulling you to your feet. for a split second, your nerves calm. The familiarity of the cybernetic arm grants you a heavy ease. Anakin pushes you over to where Maul is standing. Golden eyes burning holes through the stormtrooper's armor. 'He didn't do anything' you long to say. But the words wisely die on your tongue as Maul grips your shoulders. Anakine's saber is lit, stabbing through the soldier's armor as if it were flesh. As if killing him where as easy as killing a rogue thought. "You're quite a foolish soldier for daring to touch that which belongs to your commanders. Even more imbecilic for so much as looking at emperor Palpatine's disciple."

Maul's grip on your shoulders tightens, eyes never once leaving the bloodshed. One of his hands instinctively roams to your belly, then slides down to your thigh. Rubbing it ever so gently as his claws pierce your soft skin. You close your eyes trying to make yourself smaller. You hate how his touch grounds you. How the familiarity plucks at your heartstrings. When he touches you like this you wish you would forever rot in his arms.

"'I'm sorry" You don't know why the words come so easily. As if they've been itching to spill from your tongue. Maybe it's easier to say 'I'm sorry' rather than 'You've broken my perception of love, of reality and now I can only find comfort in your darkness.' "Hush" Maul's anger spills with every syllable. His claws dig deeper, earning him a pained hiss from his doll.

"You're not sorry, in fact, you rather enjoyed this didn't you? Running away making us chase you down, I never thought your species would enjoy being the prey so much, little one." Anakin walks over, saber seethed at his side. His every step promised pain, retribution. He's angry, furious. They both are, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, they'll end it all today.

Maul's chambers have always been a testament to Dathomir, bathed in deep scarlets and endless ebony. You wonder if he's homesick for a place he's only visited in his worst ephialtes. After the incident in the corridors, they drag you back to the Zabrak's room. Neither bothering to say a word. Merely permitting their rage to engulf you, subduing you into submission. It's an unwelcome surprise when they begin to prep for the day. Throwing on their black cloaks, prior to choosing your outfit. An abnormal affinity settles across the room. Too unnerving to go unchecked.

They dress you each morning, a ritual you think, some attestation of love that's never been quite right. Maul drapes you in velvet dresses. Each one harbors a sui generis softness that sits erroneously across your skin. Their opulent sensation only brings forth feelings of aversion and despair. Their softness an ode to your imprisonment.

the dresses come in shades of crimson, detailed sometimes in black, sometimes in gold, and sometimes in a frigid blue that sends shivers running up your spine.

Anakin fusses over your accessories, why they feel the need to dress you so extravagantly daily is beyond you -as you've come to realize many things are- On days when Anakin's hubris reaches its apex, he bathes you in gold. Astonishing glittering collars across your neck and Kuat bangles hanging from your wrists. When he's sober from his pride he chooses black diamonds. Simple and exotic. scintillate and opaque.

Allusions to the dark side.

A hidden reference that crawls inside you.

Once, back when you'd been sure defiance was still an option. Back when callow hope still dared to flow through your veins. Back when you'd been a jejune, stubborn thing. You had refused to wear one of the dresses they'd bought. Adimant in your refusal until Maul had stuck out his hand. Summoning the Force to remind you just who held the supreme authority here.

The Force had strangled you, clawing hungrily at your neck. You felt your bones caving in on themselves, watched with exacerbating hysteria as your feet abandoned the floor. He'd only released you when he was sure you were near death's adorned door. Permitting you to molder on the floor akin to a ragdoll.

Anakin had chastised you after you'd conjured enough strength to sit up, gasping greedily for air. He'd broken two fingers that day. One still harbors a small scar.

A Promise ring.

An augury.

There are days, few and far between. When they've deemed you've been behaving adequately for long enough. That they permit you the choice of which dress you'd fancy wearing for the day. It's a rare event, reserved as a special treat. You think it's their way of proposing variety, giving you the illusion of choice. Making you feel a little less smothered.

Today is not one of those days. Today, you feel them pick you apart, only to reassemble you in their image. Drowning you in extravagance. A reminder, one whose deprecating nature weaves itself within your muscles. You, little girl, are nothing more than a doll. And dolls should know their place.

No sooner do you feel the final lace fasten across your back, that Anakin is tugging you outside the door. Metal arm clasped around your forearm.

Maul follows behind molten gaze locked on your face. The hallways bend to their will as if the walls themselves quiver with their presence. You recognize this corridor, recognize the frigid forlorn.

There's something wrong with Emperor Palpatine's throne room. It's surreal, makeshift. His real throne lays somewhere cold, somewhere even his apprentices don't dare wander off to. The ironclad throne has never felt right. Never felt like it held any real power. Just terror, just dread, just hatred. But here it is in all its glory. Left to two apprentices who'd rather treat it as a toy than a sacred place.

Anakin dramatically throws himself onto the throne. One leg thrown over the armrest as he leans against the other. His other leg planted firmly on the ground. He keeps you steady on his thigh. Torturing you with his distant, disappointed look. Maul stands in front of you. His eyes liquid gold melting into you. You see the galaxy in them. Hear it whispearing secrets meant to be forgotten. It's Anakin's voice that rattles you from your disjointed thoughts.

"You caused us so much worry angel" he's being nice. You don't trust that. There's something sinister plaguing his words.

"You know Ani, she may cease escaping if you'd cease to spoil her." Maul leans down, gripping your chin and squeezing. " The brat forgets her place, merely cause you'd rather coddle her than discipline her."

Anakin glares, a shift in his eyes, blue bleeding into gold. "Hmm, Maul, you're starting to sound an awful lot like Kenobi right now."

"Why's that? Did the old fool tend to also point out your shortcomings?"

You wonder who this Kenobi is, as you watch the Siths' exchange crude childish vitriols. Maybe he'd make a better lover than the two men you have the misfortune of being adhered to.

They never could truly see just how similar they were.

Two sides of the same coin.

One born of copper, the other, black rose petals.

Subconsciously you reach out. Grasping Anakin's robotic hand, fiddling with the panel, peeling it away to gain access to the wires and circuits. You have a bad habit of ripping things open. Anakin learned this the first time he kissed you and you tried to gnaw at his chest with your nails. Not in malice, but rather to satisfy a ravenous curiosity. A raging need to open him and see just how he ticked. You'd wished to perform an autopsy on his soul. Rip him open and devour all his secrets. Back then you'd wondered if you could kiss sunrises into Anakin's eternal night. Strip him of bleak blackened skies and introduce him to stars and a moon that shines. He'd only vaguely permitted it. Opting to pluck the stars lying within you. Swiping them for steel and lava and other mundane things that fueled his incessant rage.

Anakin's head dips, lips pressing on your jugular vein. "You're ethereal" Anakin mubbles against your skin, like the dying prayer of a collapsing star. He's so pretty when he kisses your neck. Biting away pieces of you. Stealing your light for himself.

"Princess" Maul seethes venom pelting from his words. You realize you'd been ignoring him. Something he's not too fond of. "What in the stars was going through your pretty little head?"

he looks like he'd love nothing more than to wring your pretty little neck right now. "I just..." your words feel heavy. Tiny bullets polluting your tongue. It feels so cruel to say when you know just how much they love you. "I just wanted some freedom. Just a bit of space."

"Dumb little angel" Anakin chastes. You lower your head in embarrassment watching Maul kneel in front of you. He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your head. "You can never escape us beloved".

"I love you," says Anakin. All you hear is, I'll haunt you, I'll break your ribs one by one so that I may possess your heart. Maybe they mean the same thing.

"And I'm pretty sure if Maul could feel normal emotions like everyone else, then he'd love you too." You can't help but let out a giggle as Anakin throws his head back laughing. A rare melodious sound, that causes your heart to skip a beat. Maul merely rolls his eyes before pecking you on the lips.

You trace your fingers across Maul's chest, feeling the pummelling of two hearts. A double heartbeat. Two melodies entwined, You wonder who he harbors in those hearts. One for love and one for family. You nip at his bottom lip. Ushering the blood into your mouth. He tastes of Ichor and smoke. Of sadness and rage. From behind you feel Akanin bite into the hollow of your flesh. Leaving traces of himself upon your skin.

"Our pretty little problem" Anakin mumbles.

You're a problem, a vexation draped in velvet, an unsolvable equation. Trapped between a love that seethes through your body like a toxin. Engulfing you until your mind relents. Maybe it's easier this way. Easier to say 'I love you' without the double entendre.

You do love them.

A rather arduous conclusion to reach.

Maul and Anakin.

Palpatine's apprentices.

Your lovers

Yeah, that sounds about right...

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sxvenz · 2 years

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attention. | yan! darth maul

soft yandere! au

fem! reader

synopsis. after months of ignoring your captor, you grow curious about his his species and discover that attention makes him purr, not growl.

fluffy! pre-tpm! maul, zabrak purring, manipulative reader, reader is smart but kinda dumb lmao, reader has accepted his tendencies, reader doesn’t know much about sith/jedi. ALL CONTENT ON MY BLOG IS FICTIONAL.

WARNING(s): obsessive tendencies, possessive behavior, mentions of kidnapping, manipulative reader, stockholm syndrome, suggestive content, maul uses mind tricks on reader at one point, maul is constantly reading reader’s mind

You didn’t know much about Zabraks in general, but you did know a lot about Maul. You knew he was moody and aggressive, mostly with others rather than yourself. You know that he likes eating with you, often refusing meals unless you were there to join him. You know that he is a Sith Lord, with a master who doesn’t like you. But most importantly, you know that Maul is possessive.

Maul’s possessiveness was the most prevalent part of his personality, at least from your point of view. It was the very reason you’re here, locked away in his room on a massive ship in the middle of space, far from your home on Naboo. Currently, he was busy training with his master while you were forced to wait for him. His master didn’t come around so often anymore; you didn’t know why his visits have become less frequent, but you were relieved by the fact. The Sith unsettled you for more reasons than his wicked nature; he made his dislike for you clear. You’re sure the only reason he let Maul keep you at all is because of the strong emotions you disrupt in the zabrak.

You aren’t entirely certain what the Dathomirian feels for you, but you’re clever enough to know it’s something akin to obsession. He’d kidnapped you; stole you from Naboo as you were returning from the late-night market. He’d never explained to you why he took you, why he was there on Naboo, or if he had ever stalked you beforehand. He prefers to leave you ignorant to most things, perhaps only because he dislikes talking.

Maul wasn’t a great communicator by any means, especially when he’d first brought you to the ship, but you realized at some point that verbal communication was his primary issue. Physically, he was very clear in what he wanted, whether he had to drag you around, pick you up and place you where he wanted, or even growl at you.

Back when you’d first arrived, the idea of sharing a bed with him rightfully scared you. The first few days spent with him, you sat in the corner of his room, cowering and refusing to move unless you needed the bathroom. He didn’t say much to you, but his annoyance at your rejection was obvious enough. He would sit on the edge of the bed glaring at you for many minutes until he eventually stripped his shirt off and laid down, his back to you. That was a short-lived phase: after four nights of this, he finally went over to you, plucked you from your spot on the ground and threw you onto his bed. Maul was an intimidating figure, in more ways than one, so you were too scared to try and escape him. He forcefully pushed you under the covers before crawling into bed himself, next to you. He kept his distance, and eventually you relaxed; you didn’t realize how soft his bed was. But the moment your eyes closed, Maul released a deep, odd sounding growl that immediately jolted you out of your relaxed state. He didn’t growl again that night, but you still didn’t sleep much.

Recently you’ve noticed that his growling has become more frequent, and you assumed he just didn’t like being bothered. You’ve lost most of your fear of him; it’s become increasingly obvious that he had no intention of hurting you. And honestly, you’re learning to accept your role with him. But the growling bothers you; it’s confusing. If he liked you enough to kidnap you from your home planet, then why does he growl at you?

Often, he brings you along to watch him train, but only when he’s alone. You sit on the ground with nothing to entertain yourself as he shows off his fighting skills, throwing and manipulating his lightsaber with impressive ease. You haven’t told him yet, but you’ve learned to admire his beauty; the tattoos covering his red skin were oddly charming and you catch yourself wanting to trace your fingers over them. For many months, you’d widely tried to ignore his presence the best you could, but it was getting exhausting. He wasn’t wearing a shirt at the moment, most likely to draw a reaction from you, and you now really take the chance to look at the dark patterns.

Pretty, you thought affectionately, watching as Maul froze in place.

He shut his lightsaber off, a short, quiet growl leaving him. Turning your way, he dropped the saber hilt before extending his hand your way.

“Come here.” He spoke sternly, and you perked up with a smirk.

“What, do you want me to beat you up?” You asked, guessing that he was inviting you to spar with him.

Your confidence was a bit false and he likely knew it. You were stiff from hearing his growl, but you weren’t fearful. You knew he wouldn’t harm you, but you knew he easily could if he so desired. You weren’t a Jedi before all this; just a normal Naboo citizen who occasionally helped assist at the palace. You couldn’t fight like Maul could, he’d knock you down in seconds.

He huffed, pushing a quick breath out of his nose at your teasing, “Show me.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head at his words. You weren’t sure what he was asking for.

He stepped forward, pulling you by your wrists further into the center of the room, “How you would fight me, My Star. Beat me up.” He mocked, a small grin gracing his harsh features.

Frankly, you weren’t interested in sparring with Maul. Not only were you sure to lose, but you weren’t dressed for such physical activity either. Maul provided you with clothing, as you obviously didn’t get the chance to pack. Most of your wardrobe consisted of thin dresses of various colors, primarily black, red, or white. Currently, the dress you wore was a silk, off-white piece that only went to your knees. Like most of them, it was quite revealing, a wide slit going up your thigh and two thin straps rather than sleeves. You weren’t stupid, you knew you could get out of this situation.

“Maul,” you pouted, looking down at your bare feet and stepping closer to him.

The Zabrak before you was much bigger; he wasn’t incredibly tall, but he was very broad and well-built. You’d never touched him, not really and definitely not on purpose. You’ve had accidents where you’d stumbled into him or rolled over to his side of bed at night, but his growls always spooked you away.

“I don’t want to fight you, you’ll just win. Can’t we do something else?” You asked gently, fiddling with your hands and refusing to look up at him.

His breath had picked up, you noticed. It was kind of endearing, the obvious way you effected him. You felt a little bad for messing with him like this, but at the end of the day, he did kidnap you and deserved a little karma for his sins.

He didn’t speak, just observed as you reached up and placed your hand on his shoulders.

You finally looked up into his yellow eyes, your wrists sitting gently on his red and black skin. The growls erupted in his chest instantly, causing you to flinch slightly but not move your hands. Neither of you said a word but you could see his pupils were blown wide, hinting at his attraction towards you. You were a bit taken aback and quickly averted your eyes up, looking at his horns. Does… he growl when he likes something?

“I want a book.” You whispered, “Could you get me one?”

“Yes.” Maul answered quickly, his voice a bit raspy.

“I want a book on Dathomirian Zabraks. I want to know more about them.” His strange growl grew louder at that, “For educational purposes, of course.”

“I’ll get you your book.” He confirmed.

That was two weeks ago, and he had stayed true to his promise. In fact, he’d gotten you a few books on Dathomirian Zabraks. It’s what you were currently reading as you waited for him to finish his training session with his master.

You were reading one of the three books, the one about anatomy. You remembered when you first met him, you assumed the patterns on his skin were a feature of his species, but he eventually told you they were tattoos he received as a child due to his culture. The book explained the variety of skin colors his species could have, and how they had two hearts. It was all quite interesting; you already felt as if you had a better understanding of Maul.

Just as you reached the chapter about their horns, the lock on the door fiddled and Maul soon entered the large bedroom. You sunk into your spot on the bed and peaked over the book to look at him. Per usual, he glanced at you before heading off to the shower without a word. Not much changed since you’d touched him during his training, and you haven’t tried anything since. It would be a good 15 to 20 minutes until his return, so you quickly delve back into your book.

To be honest, you’d never thought much about Maul’s horns. Rather, you just kind of accepted them and moved on. Horns were a pretty common characteristic in the universe, they weren’t the part of maul that stood out most. His most striking feature was his skin, and you’d already gotten to the bottom of that.

By the time Maul got out of the shower, you were high on curiosity.

“Maul!” You called for him as soon as he opened the bathroom door. You were looking excited, a sight he’s never been blessed with before now, sitting on your knees as the edge of the bed with the book in your hand.

“Yes, My Light?” He asked, eyes focused on your expression as he threw his black robe down the dirty-clothes shute. He was only in his loose black pants at the moment, ready for bed.

“Your horns! They grow!” You told him excitedly as if he didn’t know.

“They do.” He smiled, standing directly in front of your spot on the bed.

“I’ve never seen them any longer than what you have them.”

“I file them down, My Star.” He told you gently, slowly reaching his red and black hand down to stroke your hair.

“When?” You’d certainly never seen him do it, and you’ve been with him for nearly 7 months.

“Hm, they don’t grow as fast as you may think. I file them every few months.” He sounded breathless, your hair curled around his fingers.

“Can I do it?” You asked sweetly, knowing he’d say yes.

Poor you, you had no idea he could feel your thoughts. He always could and he was always listening. You weren’t educated on Sith or Jedi, how could you have known? You’re clueless; you think you’re clever. He lets you think you have the upper-hand, because maybe you do. He gives you anything you want, he’d do anything for you as long as you’re his. He’s obsessed with you, he loves you, you’re all he thinks about, you’re all he wants.

“Yes.” He tells you, and motions towards his bedside table where the metal file sits inside.

You crawl across the bed, letting go of your book and retrieving the file. Maul watches you diligently, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing you when you return. You don’t say anything about his position, rather you adjust yourself to sit on your knees and quickly get to work filing his horns. You work a little clumsily, but he doesn’t mind.

The growls start up immediately, and you can feel the vibrations all the way up at his horns. Since the training incident, you’ve learned not to mind them. Your working theory is ‘happy-growls’, but you have to wait until you get to the Dathomirian Zabrak: Behavior and Culture book to find out. The sound is alarming, it’s similar to the growl of a loth-wolf, maybe a bit softer? You don’t want to ask him; you’re not sure about letting him know you’re interested. After all, he did kidnap you. At the end of the day he’ll always be your captor. The growing fondness you have for him is wrong.

Lost in your conflicted thoughts, you didn’t notice his growling stop. At least not until his hands grip your waist, shocking you out of your trance. His eyes bore into yours and you begin to wonder about his eye color. It’s unique and even a bit attractive. If you had kids, would they inherit his eyes?

Maul released your waist in favor of pulling your face down to his, pressing his lips to yours in a desperate fashion.

He feels like he’s on a high; he always feels this way when he’s near you, but it’s stronger this time. Better. You were imagining kids with him. Bearing his children, and wondering if they’d resemble him. Of course, you didn’t know he wasn’t born with these eyes; they were a result of his Sith status. It’s okay, he would teach you about it in the future.

This was the first kiss between the two of you, and the most physical that things have ever gotten. You were buzzing. You wanted nothing to do with him just a month ago, but the loneliness had caught up with you, you suppose. So many thoughts were filling your head, thoughts you didn’t feel were your own. Different scenes flashed before your eyes; maul kissing you, dancing with you, getting married to him, having his children.

You gasped at the images, jerking back from the red Zabrak. The growling was louder than you’d ever heard it, and his arms were strong around your midsection. You never noticed the change in position, you were now seated in his lap with your arms around his neck.

“What was that?” You whispered, breathless and confused. You felt as if you were going to cry.

“Shh, it was nothing, my Lady.” Maul cooed, the tone sounding odd with his deep voice, “Let’s rest.”

You found yourself nodding along to whatever he said, allowing him to move you wherever he wanted. Soon you were drifting off to sleep with Maul’s chest rumbling behind you.

•.

Maul had been a bit more affectionate lately, and the growls have increased in frequency. You haven’t kissed again since the night you’d filed his horns, and to be honest, you’ve been avoiding him best you could in favor of reading your books. You felt guilty. Guilt towards your loved ones who you were stolen from. Were you actually enjoying your time with your captor?

It was the middle of the night, Maul was sleeping beside you in bed. You were still up, reading your book about zabrak behavior. This book didn’t have as many pictures as the last, but you didn’t mind; you were too focused on getting to the bottom of his growling.

Skimming through the chapter on aggression, you were confused. Although it briefly mentioned growling, the sound and motives it described didn’t match your experiences with Maul. In no way was he threatened or physically aggressive.

But when you turned the page, reaching the 11th chapter happiness and pleasure, suddenly it all made sense…

You sat up quickly, tossing your book to the ground. The sound must’ve woken Maul, because he was all too ready to catch you when you jumped onto him, straddling his midsection above the blankets.

The familiar sound starts up; he’s not growling, he’s purring.

As far as you knew, only animals could purr, you weren’t aware of any humanoid creatures having that ability. It never even occurred to you of that being a possibility, how could you have been so dumb? Happy growls? That’s what purring is, practically!

“You purr?! You’re purring at me?!”

Maul’s purrs quiet down a bit and he looks awkward. Expressionless. Like he’s not used to be confronted, which he definitely isn’t.

“No, no no! Keep going!” You slap his chest lightly, demanding more purrs. You don’t really know if it’s voluntary, you didn’t read that far.

He huffs at that, but his purrs go back up in volume and you can’t help but laugh. You feel like an idiot, you probably are, and here he is doing whatever you say. The big bad Maul, evil Sith Lord, obeying you at every request.

He almost wants to tell you he can hear your thoughts, that you’re being a bit too arrogant at the moment, but he decides that would ruin the moment. It would also likely destroy all the progress he’s made. So he stays quiet, letting his relaxed and satisfied purring talk for him.

He’s never been the best at verbal communication and he’s glad that you know.

- venus

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yanknowalready · 8 months

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Yandere Maul Thoughts

I can't see Maul falling for someone completely deaf to the Force, so this is yan!Maul x force sensitive reader, not so much an actual story as it is concepts for how the relationship would be

[0.5K] words, contains violence and other general yandere content, implied mutilation

Man has the most unhealthy desire to nurture people he cares about. Unhealthy to them, at least. Between Savage, Ahsoka, and Ezra, Maul clearly wants a companion he can have power over. And given the number of force users stronger than him, any power imbalance WILL be in his favor.

During the years between Clone Wars and Rebels (or later, going off of George Lucus' sequel idea of having Maul as a godfather crime boss post-Empire) Maul would be on the lookout for a new apprentice. Maybe you are a survivor of order 66, maybe your parents turned down the jedi taking you as an infant, or maybe your force sensitivity was just a bit too low to gain their attention. Whatever the case, you've evaded the Empire, but you didn't realize you also needed to avoid Maul.

Like with Ezra, Maul would be subtle when he first finds you, gauging your natural ability and getting you to open up and trust in him as a mentor or authority figure who has your best interest in mind. And in his mind, he really does. He will expose you to the dark side through fear and anger and suffering, and he will think he is helping you, strengthening you. Training will be brutal and exhausting. He anticipated you would resent him for it at first, yet he finds himself upset by that. To his surprise, he finds he doesn't want to only cause you pain, as he realized your company feels... pleasant. Initially this results in you gaining a slight reprieve as he distances himself, thinking you are distracting him from the negative emotions that fuel his dark side powers. Soon enough, however, he finds that his passion for you can still lead to rage and fear. At that revelation, he finally admits to himself that he desires you, not just as an underling or apprentice, but as a companion and lover. It seems that, as long as he gives in to his passions, even those resulting from love, his power in the dark side remains strong.

If he can't get you to reciprocate his love, he would settle for making you hate him. After all, he has firsthand experience of how all-consuming hatred of someone can be. It would not be his preferred relationship with you, but as long as he knows he fills your mind one way or another, he will be satisfied. Maul would justify any sadness or anger his affections cause in you by telling himself it strengthens your connection to the dark side, giving you more power and making you more able to protect yourself from anyone who may wish to do you harm. Well, anyone besides Maul, of course. In addition to the training he forces you to go through, he would be quite strict in keeping you from leaving him. If fear and punishments don't keep you in line, well... Maul knows some limbs aren't necessary for survival. Besides, matching legs seem more his style than the typical couples' matching outfits, especially when he can install a kill switch that shuts down your legs if you try to leave him again.

#yandere star wars #yandere x reader #male yandere #Maul #Darth Maul #Star Wars #original content

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cherry-writes-yanderes · 2 years

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babe. BABE. how about so darth maul and Anakin and my gal asohka (how tf to spell dat name smh). just general hcs, one shots, or whatever u feel <33

BABEEEE- Ilysmmmm/p 💕💕💕

Darth Maul

This mans feels he is entitled to you-

like no, fr he will pull up and be like “gimme”

Seriously though, the word “rejection” is not in this man’s vocabulary

Very angry by nature, he warns you at first that you need to be careful in what battles you decide to pick with him

“Calm yourself, my love, you should know exactly what I’m capable of..”

But if you still continue to defy his warnings, he has no choice but to remind you of your place

Anakin

Anakin is a mixed bag

At first he is patient with you, he understands how odd this situation is for you and decides to give you a grace period in the beginning of your relationship (that you were forced into)

But if you still decide to act fussy and ungrateful, he has to be stern with you

His teaching ways poke out in his ways of giving you lessons on how to behave, how to speak to him and others, even how to stand

He’s very passionate with you, giving you soft kisses and words of praise when you do good things, but if you misbehave…

If you decide to be “fussy” after the grace period, you have just landed yourself in one of the worst yandere’s hands

He will hurt you. Not badly, but just enough for you to have bruises and tears running down your cheeks

Ani will apologize after, kissing where he hurt you, but he’ll always tell you that it’s your fault

Because it is! You misbehaved, so you get punished!

Ahsoka

As many have stated, Ahsoka is a reckless girl, and as soon as you make her heart beat faster she is on your tail

She’ll follow you for a bit, looking over her shoulder at you discreetly or not caring at all and just looking right at you if you’re doing something with your back turned

She really does love you, even though you’ve said all but three words to her. But never mind that, the Force draws her in to you!

She invited you to look at a rock she found on a planet she had just recently visited, and the next thing you know you’re on the floor, being knocked out

She didn’t mean to do that, it really was genuinely an invite for the rock! But the sight of you in her room made her practically dizzy, and she couldn’t help but take you and keep you there~

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kavaeroexe · 2 years

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Muslim Y/N part 3 (i cant get enough what the kark)

Stormtrooper : *fights by pulling Fem!Y/N's hijab

Darth vader, who is Y/N's old friend : *slap the stormtrooper, chokes them, humiliate them

Fem!Y/N : which karking side are you on?

The troublesome trio (han, luke, leia) : WE'RE HERE FOR THE RESCUE-

Luke & Leia : WAIT DAD-!?

Male!Y/N : *fell into a trap, weapons away from his range

Male!Y/N : Oh kriff!! Anyway-- *Pulling his sarong/sarung

Obi-wan, on a mission : i want you to seduce the guards, Y/N

Y/N : how-

Anakin : can't you take the headscarf off? Please? For a mission?

Y/N : i will take this off if you guys are guaranteed to bear my sins by being in hell for the next thousands years.

Fem!Y/N : *takes her headscarfs off

Leia : OH SHI-

Fem!Y/N : princess, you're a girl, you can see my hair..

Leia : NO NO NO- *grabs bleach

Fem!Y/N : PRINCESS NO-

Young Anakin : *pulls Fem!Y/N's headscarfs off

Fem!Y/N : ...

Obi-wan : *Gasps* ANAKIINNNNN-

Qui-gon : *Covering his eyes and obi wan's eyes*

Darth maul : *exist

Y/N : *Reciting ayatul kursi and spray him with zam-zam water

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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NSFW Masterlist Part 1

Welcome to the part 1 of my NSFW list.

ARCANE

Caitlyn Kiramman x Fem!Reader - A Real Hard Worker

Silco x Fem!Reader - Divine Desire

Cassandra Kiramman x Fem!Reader - A Little Morning Relaxation Before Work

Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader - Yield to Pleasure

Overstimulation with Sevika

Arcane Men + Praise Kink

Arcane Characters Waking Up With Your Head Between Their Thighs

Silco x Fem!Reader - Heterochromatic Jealousy

Threesome with Jayce and Viktor

Sevika x Fem!Reader - Better Than Him

Friends with Benefits with Sevika

Arcane Characters + Aftercare

Drunk Sevika

Arcane Men Cum Marking You

Possessive and Dominant Sex with Sevika

Arcane Characters Fuck You so Hard You Can't Walk Properly

Vander x Fem!Reader - Big Boss Vander

Alpha!Jinx Gives You a Mating Mark

Favorite Kiss Spots with Cassandra Kiramman

Omega!Silco x Alpha!Reader

Arcane Characters + How Loud They Are In Bed

Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader - Two for the Price of One

General NSFW Headcanons with Cassandra Kiramman

Arcane Men Fucking Your Mouth Like a Fucktoy

Arcane Characters when You Moan Another Person's Name

Jayce x Fem!Reader - Zealous and Jealous

Sucking Viktor's Cock while He Works

Dominant Jayce Showering with You

Sevika x Fem!Reader - New Favorite Costumer

Yandere Arcane Men

Public Sex with Arcane Men

Arcane Men Reacting to You Riding Their Cock

Arcane Men Restraining You

First Time with Arcane Characters

Viktor x FemReader - His Lab of Pleasures

General NSFW Headcanons with Vi

Sevika with a Strap-on

THE WITCHER

Geralt x Fem!Reader - Little Pleasures on the Road

Geralt Having a Wet Dream About You

Geralt's Stamina Headcanons

Protective and Possessive Geralt

Edging Geralt Headcanons

Geralt With a Breeding Kink

Geralt Praising You

Geralt Eating You Out

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Daemon Targaryen + Breeding Kink

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Promises Made

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Well Earned Reward

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Gentle Prince

Angry Sex with Daemon Targaryen

Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader - Up to Par

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Discovery and Punishment

VALORANT

Phoenix x Fem!Reader - Blazing Hot Desire

Sova x Fem!Reader - Always on Target

Valorant Agents Being Your Lover

Valorant Agents + Meeting You After a Hook-Up

YUUKOKU NO MORIARTY

James Bonde x Fem!Reader - Even Gentlemen Have Needs

Mycroft Holmes x Fem!Reader - Bride and Joy

Fred Porlock x Fem!Reader - Whoever You Want Me to Be

THE ARCANA

Julian x Fem!Reader - Quick to Assume

Nadia x Fem!Reader - Sultry Mornings with the Countess

Lucio x Fem!Reader - Worship the Devil Count

Muriel x Fem!Reader - In the Gentle Heat of the Moment

The Arcana Characters + Kinks

Muriel x Fem!Reader - Gentle Giant in the Woods

NARUTO

Shikamaru Nara Restraining You

Kiba Inuzuka x Fem!Reader - Feral on Main

Naruto Uzumaki x Fem!Reader - One For Many

Shikamaru Nara x Fem!Reader - Drowsy Shadows

Naruto Uzumaki + Breeding Kink

Professor Kakashi Teaches You a Lesson

STAR WARS

Crosshair x Fem!Reader - Your Wish is My Command

The Bad Batch Grinding Headcanons

Darth Maul x Fem!Reader - Satisfaction of the Dark Side

Din Djarin NSFW Headcanons

Anakin Skywalker Uses the Force to Make You Come

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Fancy Entertainment

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader - Master's Orders

Overstimulation with Sukuna

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - Disobedience Breeds Honestly

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Be Good and Take It

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - Submit to the King of Curses

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Feathers and Dark Desires

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Morning Bird

Kaigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Height of Pleasure

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Favorite Meal

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Xtremely in Love With the Wrong Kind of Hero

VANITAS NO CARTE

Roland Fortis Overstimulating You

First Time With Vanitas

Semi-Public Sex With Vanitas

UNCHARTED

Trapped in a Closet with Nathan Drake

Going Undercover with Nathan Drake

THE LAST OF US

Keeping Quiet while Joel Fingers You

Abby Anderson Fingers You Hard

Ellie Williams Fucks Your Mouth with Her Fingers

Being on Patrol with Joel and Catching Him Jerking Off

Gentle Fingering Session with Ellie Williams

Virginity Loss with Gentle Joel Miller

Ellie Williams + Enemies to Lovers

Joel Miller Being Possessive Over You

#masterlist #the witcher x reader #hotd x reader #valorant x reader #yuumori x reader #the arcana x reader #naruto x reader #star wars x reader #jjk x reader #bnha x reader #vnc x reader #uncharted x reader #tlou x reader

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bimswritings · 3 years

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Savage Oppress x Reader Pt.3

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

Pt.1 Pt.2

Ao3

Koffi

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

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

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

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

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

You had landed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or was it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds like it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Missed what?”

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kora.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh...OH…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come.”

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

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

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

“Do you?”

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

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

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

“Yes. I like it. It’s...amazing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it.”

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

“I am yours.”

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