#fem revan x malak

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Another piece for @dairine-bonnet !

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Darth Malak: "This is the face of my saviour. This is the face of my murderer. I promised we woud die hand in hand, Revan? I lied... Sith always lie."

Last Darth Malak's thoughts on the Star Forge

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1)Ok, then!) In my headcanon, the full Malak's name is Alek Malak Squinquargesimus. But Malak can't stand his first name, because there are plenty of Aleks in the Jedi Temple and every time one says 'Alek' in class, everybody else gets confused which Alek is mentioned! That's why he always asks others to call him Malak. He also hates his last name as he finds it ridiculous. Revan usually calls him Malak, but if she wants to tease him - Alek or Lord Squinquargesimus;

2) Malak secretly enjoys the way Revan says his middle name.

I like to think that Malak is a nickname that he got from Revan. It derives from Revan calling him "My Alek" which eventually became "Malek" which could also be spelled "Malak"

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If anyone has quality Fem Revan x Malak fics send ‘em on down I have been deep in my feelings about a pairing from a 17 year old game and am ready to continue fanning the flame

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Fem!Revan x Bastila Stuff

Like I said I’m working on a thing but here’s what I have so far. 

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Moments of peace and quiet are hard to come by. If they weren’t sleeping they were working, fervently rebuilding an empire from the foundations up. It was hard, necessary work that left them exhausted most nights, which was why it delighted Bastila to hear music when she entered the private quarters she shared with Revan.

The Ebon Hawk remained a vessel of speed and convenience, but the capital ship Serendipity was their home. Their quarters were isolated, separated by layers of security that would take time to finesse and far more to brute force one’s way through, necessary for someone with as big a target on her head as Revan. But beyond the defences were chambers decorated in a sleek, dark style that reminded Bastila of blood and durasteel. Greys and reds mixed heavily, polished and matte metal surfaces blended with plush, crimson fabrics and lighting. The lighting almost made it feel like being on an entirely different plane of existence.

As soon as the doors hissed shut behind her, a low, synth heavy melody thrumming through her chest, Revan slid into view, wearing a simple dark shirt and pants, and a heady, mischievous smirk. She danced with the kind of relaxed confidence that immediately put Bastila at ease.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Bastila said lightly, drawing a hand along Revan’s collarbone as she strode passed to change out of her armoured robes. The touch was brief but confident, brazen even, something Bastila did almost on a whim, and she felt Revan’s eyes burn after her.

Ever since Revan’s victory—their victory, Revan always corrected—at the Star Forge, she made a point to let their relationship progress at a pace Bastila was comfortable with.

So much had happened to push and pull her in a dozen directions, tradition, obligation, duty,  all of it chaining Bastila down to all the expectations that came with being a Jedi prodigy. Revan knew the feeling well, to be as powerful as she meant to send the council into a panic, furtively working out the best ways to control and stifle their better.

And then there was Malak, a torturous host if ever there was one. Pain was a fine method to break down an captive, but turning them to your side made all that effort quite counterproductive. Malak knew enough to grind her down before he began prying open her secrets, dredging up the reckless thoughts and daydreams she tried so hard to repress because that was what the Jedi expected of her.

Malak was too blinded by his hatred of Revan to see how thin Bastila’s declaration of loyalty was. She knew Revan would come for him, ablaze with glorious rage, a woman of unparalleled power—a woman who loved her. For dark, pitiful moment at Malak’s mercy, Bastila fully believed Revan would cut her down for all the lies, but the moment their eyes met above the Rakatan temple she knew differently.

Throwing on a soft vest and leggings, Bastila turned to watch Revan jig to the pulsing synths. Revan was never a curvaceous woman. She was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders, a sharp jawline and a relatively flat chest. It was what led to no small amount of confusion when most people only saw her in her distinctive armour. Bastila thought herself quite privileged to see Revan like this, a simple, vulnerable moment of mundane entertainment, her long legs smoothly taking her from one move to the next.

Smiling, Bastila approached and Revan turned to meet her, the smirk turning into a grin.

Revan offered her hand and Bastila took it, letting the Dark Lord of the Sith who brought fear to so many lead her into a gentle dance.

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If you want more dark side fem!Revan/Bastila content, I have a fic called “All Your Wicked Ways,” covering everything that happened in the game plot in under 7K words. 

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I'd like to share a link to a lovely podfic of my kotor fic Sooner or Later, for which I'm really grateful to @shadow-ravin. I'm surprised and excited and it's a great present for me for today 2 year tumblr-versary, which I didn't remember at all! What a funny coincidence! I really enjoy listening to it!:)

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On the Leviathan (after the revelation, while Carth and Bastila remain in stasis):

Darth Malak: Now your pilot has a desperate desire to kill you, Revan...

Half-amnesiac Revan: So do you!

Darth Malak: You've never been able to choose lovers, as far as I can see.

Half-amnesiac Revan: I feel like I became smarter over the years... That's why he isn't my lover, as a matter of fact.

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A Betrayal

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Once upon a time, there was a pretty young jedi girl who fell madly in mutual love with a handsome jedi knight. Unfortunately, they both turned to the dark side and then he tried to kill her by the hands of their mutual enemies. In fact, she killed him several months after, without all her memories, even not realizing how much he meant for her once... She might have got married a bright and promising Republic soldier, but she chose to return to the Unknown Regions, instead, to find out about the Sith threat and get the memories back... And then, I suppose, she lived unhappily ever after... That's it in a nutshell. Do you need more?

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Darth Malak's fingers tightly gripped Alexandra's chin, who was frozen in stasis against her will, lifting it up so that the eyes burning angrily with green flames met the narrowed yellow-blue eyes of the Sith lord.

"Puppet!" hissed a menacing metallic voice. The anger and hatred imbued with it would make anyone shiver. Malak wondered if Revan-Alex had actually flinched when she’d heard the poisonous word.

P.S. This is where the origin of the picture came from.:)

Another one piece for @dairine-bonnet !