#feral opress angst

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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• Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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[darlingkairos]

Screaming crying throwing up

Count ur days palpatine I have a 12 gauge shotgun

(Poems are from octaviafleuurr)

[cross-d-a]

Fandom: Star Wars; Star Wars: Rebels

Chapter: 1/4

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Relationships: Ezra Bridger/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ezra Bridger & Anakin Skywalker, Ezra Bridger & Darth Maul

Characters: Ezra Bridger, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Shmi Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, A'Sharad Hett, Kilindi Matako, Padme Amidala, Darth Maul, Savage Opress, Feral Opress, Jango Fett, Captain Rex, Commander Cody, various clone troopers, various Chimaera crew, various nightbrothers

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-it, fluff, some angst, Canon Divergence, Worldbuilding, Tusken Appreciation, Jedi Appreciation, Nightbrother Culture & Customs, Tatooine Culture & Customs, BAMF Ezra Bridger, BAMF Shmi Skywalker, Found Family, mentions of Thrawn, mentions of Ezra and Thrawn's Space Adventures, lots of background plot lie slow slave revolution and nightbrother/tusken raider/chiss drama, listen Ezra's an idiot (affectionate) and Obi-Wan's gonna unfortunately fall for that (derogatory)

Summary:

When Queen Amidala and her contingent land on Tatooine, unexpected help comes in the form of one Ezra Bridger.

Or: Ezra Bridger fucks up the timeline but unfucks the galaxy, much to Sidious' chagrin.

[aftergloom]

No quarter [Savage & OC, Feral Opress x OC]

Pairing: Feral Opress x OC (Kai Dara Koth) Universe: Crown of Horns (Star Wars canon-divergent AU. 17 BBY) Rating: Mature Word Count: 765 Warnings: UST, sexual imagery, post-argument grumps

For @starwars-oc-ship-week, Day 04: Talking

Feral wasn’t moving. Kai shucked a thermal layer over her tank, keeping the galley in her peripheral vision just in case he came out.

He didn’t, and that didn’t relieve the knot of tension at her throat — much less the one between her legs.

There were few people in her life that had ever looked at her like they wanted to devour her the way Feral did: one part frustration, two parts wanting to teach her a lesson, and one part — she was certain — had everything to do with those long karking fingers and how he either wanted her to choke her or squeeze her or fuck her mouth with them when she didn’t shut up.

Didn’t make any sense.

Her body buzzed with it, the brief contact firing every cylinder she had — the heat of him at her back a threat and a promise for the sort of give and take that would get her crawling if he told her to.

He wasn’t gentleman.

But she was definitely pissing him off enough to see what she could push him to if degenerating principles were on the menu.

And in the few moments where she thought she’d had him — their bodies treading the boundary of what they both clearly wanted — he’d pulled back. Again.

“There is no Nightbrother in the galaxy who would allow himself to be humiliated for a female’s attention.”

The low rumble emerged from the cockpit.

Kai glanced up, taking in the towering crown of horns, and the glint of Savage’s gaze in the gloom.

The thrum in her limbs didn’t cease, but a final glance backward and the thump from the galley (which she imagined was Feral putting his head into the wall) she decided that it wasn’t a dressing down she wanted him overhearing.

Kai hauled herself up the ladder, hand over hand, and without waiting for an invitation, flung herself into the seat beside Savage.

Snapping her heel to the dash, Kai stared straight ahead at the blur of stars streaking by at lightspeed.

“Wasn’t my intention,” she muttered.

She glanced at him, and Savage — implacable as he usually was — restrained his incredulity to the downturn of his mouth.

“If anything,” she sniffed, “I think I’m humiliating myself more than him.”

Her heel jiggled. Her clothes felt too tight.

Savage stared.

Debasing herself, really.

For what?

Savage still didn’t say anything.

“You’re starting to make me regret coming up here, big guy.”

“Are you not… encouraging his attention?”

She side-eyed him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Savage’s frown deepened.

He thought on it for a minute.

“I may have underestimated my brother’s character.”

That stung.

She didn’t say anything for a stretch.

Savage set the ship to autopilot, sinking back with a frown.

“I only mean that his stubbornness shouldn’t be mistaken for strength.”

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to shame me or encourage me.”

Savage leaned forward, folding his large hands together, taking her measure.

“A warrior would better understand their battlefield.”

She sneered. “And what am I fighting for exactly?”

“Perhaps the question you ought to ask is what are you fighting against?”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me.”

He sat back.

“Do you truly need me to, little one?”

She heard the bang of a cup hitting the countertop below in the galley, and then the scrape of it as if shoved off and into the sink.

Savage tipped his head — a gesture that didn’t fit him, since the big guy seemed much keener to act than to contemplate the steps towards some uncertain ends. Foresight didn’t seem to fit him, but maybe that was her underestimating him again.

Savage was definitely thinking things, and Kai gleaned the distinctive impression that it would amount to nothing but trouble.

She stood before he offered her anything beyond an arched eyebrow, her nerves unsettled, needing to walk it off as Feral stormed off down the corridor to the fresher. The harried thought that he couldn’t escape her so easily worried at her. Savage only stared.

“You want to follow him,” he surmised in low tones that lacked any and all surprise.

“Don’t use that Force influence pudu on me, Savage,” she warned. “It won’t end well.”

And to her surprise, he smirked.

She hated him a little right then. Mostly because he was right and she was wrong and because the curve of his mouth suited him, and Feral was pissed off somewhere down the hall, taking his clothes off and she was —

“Fine,” Kai muttered, shoving herself up once more like it was an insult.

[zabrak-show]

👁️👄👁️ why hello. I was sent your way by zenny and i do love me that tragic spiky tomato. if it sparks joy, how about some Rex/Maul + "Is this your dog?" if that does NOT spark joy, mayhap instead a Cody/Feral + poorly timed confession?

Omg thank you so much for requesting something! I really liked both of these ideas, but ended up doing the Cody/Feral one as I had not seen that ship before and it intrigued me! I haven't written for many of the Clones so I hope I did ok and that you enjoy this. xo

Pairing: Cody/Feral

Rating: SFW, Fluff and Angst, Alcohol consumption

Words: 710

AO3

Cody knocked back a shot of Tevraki whiskey. It warmed his mouth and everything it touched as it slid down his throat like molten metal. The warmth settled into his stomach and spread out like flames lapping at his limbs, fingers, and toes. He slammed the glass down and ordered another—his voice foreign even to him at the moment. So lost in his thoughts the past hour, he almost forgot where he was. Out with his best friend for his bachelor party. He needed to get back to them, back to the party. They'd start to worry if they hadn't already.

It was now or never. It should never be. It was too late for this kind of nonsense. The love of Cody's life was getting married tomorrow. Cody was his best man. The man who should be offering only friendship and support for the biggest day of his friend's life. The torment clawed at him like a rancor had been let loose to tear apart his heart, body, and mind.

He replayed the scene that brought him to this breaking point in his mind again and again. The kiss. It was only a kiss. It was an accident. It happened so fast. The accidental kiss that made the Marshal Commander run. Hiding away from the party at this bar.

It wasn't like he fit perfectly into the Commander's arms when he stumbled into him. They were both looking for the refresher down a narrow hall. Alone. The music and roar of partons dulled by the thick walls of the hallway. Feral made a joke about the labyrinth halls in the nightclub and how dark it was. If someone hadn't dropped their jacket, Feral wouldn't have tripped. Then Cody wouldn't have caught him in his arms. And none of these feelings would be ripping at him like blaster fire through his heart over and over. Kriff, a blaster shot through the heart would be preferable to this.

His mind wouldn't let go of it. The way Feral's golden eyes twinkled to Cody in the dark hallway. The way the heat of Feral's hands wrapped around the Commander warmed his back through his thin shirt. He felt so sure they'd leave a mark, a permanent brand on his skin of the Nightbrother's hands. The scent of him, more intoxicating than any booze could ever wish to be. Sweet and warm like nutmeg, Fresh like flowers and pine trees. Cody breathed him in and squeezed him tighter to his hardened body. Their eyes locked, breaths gasping, until...until they breathed life into one another. Soft wet lips joined, tongues tasting each other. Feral's sharp teeth lightly biting down on the Commander's lips. He could still feel the ghost of his teeth on his lip. It was so much more than a kiss.

Nonsense. This is all nonsense. Cody tried repeating the word in his head over and over. His futile attempt to throw a wet blanket on the roaring flames consuming him. It was no use. The fire was too big. Too bright. It wasn't only the kiss that brought him here. It was the years of friendship. The stolen glances. The lingering hugs. The way the Nightbrother's eyes lit up when he saw him. Cody had been around him for too long to not notice that glimmer. That glimmer was special to him. Unique. Feral's eyes never glowed like that around anyone else. Never.

Cody downed the next shot and threw some credits on the bar before heading back to the party. Time to face his fate. Knowing full well the ramifications of this confession. The day before his wedding. Cool sweat poured out of him. Collecting droplets at his forehead, underarms, back, and chest. He'd been in battles less stressful than this moment. Any battle would be better than this: no feelings involved, only logic and strategy.

Cody approached the table of everyone out celebrating with Feral. Smiles beamed up at him from everyone's seated position. Feral's more shy than usual, his eyes cast down to his drink after offering the Commander a weak smile. Cody took a shaky breath in and balled his sweaty fists up, nails digging into his skin to help him focus.

"Feral, I need to tell you something."

[ironhoshi]

“I didn’t even know the runt had powers-”

Savage blinked and then punched Maul hard in the shoulder. He had clearly not liked Maul insulting their little brother. Good, Jango hoped that hit bruised. He had to hide his mouth behind a hand as he watched Maul retaliate by taking a swing at him. Such violent children he had. “Enough,” he barked out when he was positive amusement wouldn’t coat his words. “Behave. What do I need to do for the two?”

Maul shot one nasty look at Savage before turning his attention back to his buir.

[lightoflothalsmoons]

[zeenmrala]

sonnet 29 - savage x gn!reader

summary: modern au. gn!reader. when savage finishes a late shift at work, he comes home and reads to you, as he usually does - but the content of the text that he chooses tonight resonates with him in a deeply personal and profound way. features sonnet 29 by william shakespeare.  pairing: savage opress x gn!significant other!reader  cw/tw: domestic fluff that snowballs into angst. hurt/comfort. grief, insecurity, envy, mention of manipulation, sickness and abuse. happy ending. word count: 2.2k a/n: thank you candy + kima for beta-reading! this was inspired by prompt 6 of this list: ‘reading to them late into the night.’ this is purely self-indulgent: i love shakespeare and i want savage to read to me. i also hated how savage had no time to acknowledge or process the death of his brother feral, and that we did not get to see the extent of how maul's madness and his mother’s terrible behaviour affected him.

Sonnet 29 - [Read on AO3]

The weather outside is wet, grey and cold, and peppers your bedroom window with the delicate pitter-patter of rain song. The bare branches of a nearby tree are encouraged closer by a whistling autumnal breeze, and frequently knock against the glass. The howl of said wind is a muted, soothing backdrop to both of those gentle tapping sounds, and the trio of noises are a grounding comfort as you awaken from your dreamless sleep. The flickering glow of candles drapes your bedroom with an incandescent cosiness, the light so pleasant and warm, perfect for your now sensitive, sleepy eyes. You roll over, leaning across the cold and unslept-in side of your double bed to grab and then squint at your phone, which reads 4:13am. Perfect. Savage will be home any moment now, so you won’t bother trying to get back to sleep. You smile softly and sit up with a yawn, stretching your arms out into the cold air, before quickly pulling them back into yourself and the sanctuary of the warm bed with a shiver. You turn onto your side and curl up, nestling beneath the duvet and fluttering closed your tired eyes to rest them as you patiently await the tell-tale squeal of the elevator from down the hall - the sound that will indicate Savage’s imminent arrival.

As if right on cue, you hear the softened screech of the lift, and then the muffled thud of large feet padding closer. The lock of your apartment door then clicks, and you cannot help but grin as you listen to Savage try in vain to be quiet, shuffling around in the small hallway in the darkness, no doubt knocking his horns into the lampshade that hangs from the ceiling. Being as large as he is, Savage still struggles with residing in a building that wasn’t designed for someone of his size, which, though frustrating for him, is endlessly endearing to you. You quickly decide to let him know that you’re awake before he breaks anything in his attempts to prevent rousing you. “Savage,” you call out, your words laced with sleep. “I’m awake.”

He turns on the light in the hallway then, and makes his way to the bedroom. “What are you still doing up?” he asks softly as he appears in the doorway, ducking beneath it to enter the room. He steps closer and drops his keys to the bedside table, and leans down for a kiss. As you peck his lips, you notice that his yellow skin is cold from the weather, and raindrops linger on his tattooed cheeks. He smells like the nightclub he works for, that cheap booze mixed with the ashy remnants of other people’s cigarette smoke - but beneath that there is still the intoxicating goodness of his natural scent, a musky richness that never fails to make your head spin. 

“I was just so excited for you to come home,” you whisper against him. 

His lips curve into a muted, amused smile and with a final kiss, he then pulls away to the wardrobe. He shrugs off his jacket which is damp from the rain, then grabs a hanger. It’s a black double-breasted topcoat that was tailor made to fit his unique large frame, and you always think that it makes him look so smart and stylish. “Tea?” he asks as he hangs it up. You cannot help but grin at his offer, knowing that he is once again beginning the early-morning ritual you always share when he works late.

“Chamomile please,” you respond.

“Of course,” he says softly. “So how was work?” you ask, sitting up again, rubbing your groggy eyes as he makes his way from the bedroom to the kitchen.

“Fine,” he replies back, but you notice that his tone is slightly dejected. You hear him fill the kettle with water and switch it on. Then he pokes his horned-head around the doorway to say, “But all the better now it’s over, and I have come back home to you.”

You smile at that comment, but before you can reply he has disappeared again. You can hear the sound of him traversing the tiny kitchen, cupboards opening and closing, clinking mugs and teaspoons, the bubbling rattle of the kettle. Then he returns - two cups of steaming tea in his grasp, one in each hand: he makes them look like shot glasses with how large his fingers are. He passes you your tea, and you gratefully accept, holding the cup in both of your hands, pleased for the warmth that it emits.

“No sugar,” he states. “And in the cup with the smiling little tooka on it.” 

“Just how I like it,” you reply with a soft giggle. “Thank you, love.”

Savage smiles at your gratitude and places his mug on the table, then kicks off his shoes. You watch him closely, noting how much you like his work attire on him, how sharp and dapper he looks: he wears all black, a crisp shirt that, as most of his clothes do, appears the slightest bit too small for him. No tie tonight, a leather belt with a simple silver buckle, and fitted trousers that show off the shape of his thick legs wonderfully. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him wear his work clothes, what with him having time off due to the events of the past few months.

“How are you doing?” you ask softly, tucking your legs beneath you.

He sighs as he then falls back into the old armchair across from the bed, which is situated next to the bookshelf. He spreads his legs and rests his thick forearms on the fraying armrests and briefly closes his eyes, shaking his head. “It is…strange. Being back at the bar again,” he admits hesitantly.

“What’s strange about it? Talk to me,” you insist, a spike of worry unfurling in your chest.

“Seeing people…laughing, dancing, celebrating. As though nothing terrible has happened.” He opens his glowing eyes to look at you then, and his face softens with grief. “I still can’t believe that he’s…gone,” Savage says wistfully.

“Me either,” you reply. 

A pause. “He really liked you.”

The absence of his brother has haunted Savage since the day that he died four months ago, and you know that the weight of responsibility that Savage bears for Feral’s passing will always sit heavy on his shoulders. It is not helped by the fact that his family has crumbled in the face of such loss, what with his other brother Maul’s sickness and his Mother’s total apathy and indifference to both of her son’s pain. It has been heartbreaking to witness.

Savage takes a deep breath then, exhaling with a pensive sigh. He then plucks his small pair of wiry reading glasses from the bedside table, seemingly keen to move on. “So what are we reading tonight?” he asks as he perches the spectacles on his nose. Late night reading sessions by candlelight have always been a part of your routine together. It’s always a highlight of your day, stealing these precious moments after Savage finishes his shift, indulging in each other’s company before the sun’s rise and your departure for your own job. And since Savage had to take time off of work, you both kept up the habit. Comforting him and distracting away the sleepless nights with stories of faraway people and places, getting lost in fictional worlds together to cope with the tragedy of Feral’s death and Maul’s suffering.

“I was thinking maybe a poem or two tonight,” you reply, grabbing one of the tattered books that litter the wooden floor by the side of your bed, then reaching over to pass it to him. “Maybe a sonnet?”

“Which one?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

He flicks through the small volume of poetry, which looks positively tiny in his large fingers, and stops at a random page. “Sonnet 29,” he reads.

“Sonnet 29 it is.” 

And after a brief pause, he clears his throat and settles into a comfortable position. Then he begins to read:

“When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state…”

His voice is deep and rich as usual, he speaks clearly and slowly, enunciating each word perfectly. You feel a tug at your heart as you hear him read these antiquated lines, written by such a sad soul, from a time so long ago. Words that despite their age are timeless, that now may very well be resonating with Savage. Disgrace. The despair he feels in the face of his loss has been monumental, and you both know that there have been those around you that blame him for what happened, and the guilt and sorrow of such sentiments has begun to decay him from the inside out. Outcast. You are aware of how isolated his upbringing was, of how feeling separate from those around him has always plagued him. How that feeling has only been exemplified with the loss of Feral. “And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate…”

It is devastating how well Savage is embodying the pitiful, downcast narrator of this poem. A man broken by tragedy, his pleas and prayers, no matter how desperate, ignored by the Forces above. His existence falling to ruin. You notice Savage’s fingers gripping the pages tighter, and it is then that you understand: he really does relate to these words. He pauses at the end of this line, blinking slowly as the meaning of what he speaks steadily settles within him. As he realises that his pain has been understood by a poet, who lived hundreds of years before he even existed. Savage inhales softly, then continues: “Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d…” Savage has never been one to complain, never been one to envy: does he truly resonate with these words? Does he wish he were someone else, someone without a violent past, without a broken family? Does he long for a temperament that is not easily inflamed, a body that is not large and imposing? To be someone whose friends and family have never once attempted to manipulate him for his strength? “Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least…” Savage’s voice is quieter now, the tragedy of these lines making his voice syrupy with regretful understanding. Though you are aware of him sinking into a grief-fuelled depression, one that has leached him of his hobbies and passions; he has never before struck you as insecure or unsure of himself in any respect. Has he envied those with more money than him? Your home is modest, but you get by, it has never been noted as a problem before. Does he secretly wish for the decadent lifestyles of those that he works for? Or does he simply yearn for the sweet relief of self-medication, exotic drugs and acrid drinks that he cannot regularly afford? “Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state…”

After reading these two lines, he stops talking, reading the rest of the poem in silence. You worry that this was a terrible idea, that the content has been unnecessarily upsetting. That the poem is going to end with a bitter lament on the poet's lover, and Savage wants to save you the awkwardness of it by ending it here. But then he reads those final four lines aloud to you, his confidence restored, his countenance painted with…relief. “Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.”

There is a deep silence when he finishes, as his words ring in your ears, the meaning of the piece striking you unexpectedly, deep in your heart. The poet’s spirits, once melancholic and dire, are immediately lifted when he thinks of his lover. That he is like a bird, flying the sky at sunrise, whistling songs of beauty and reverence. Joyous. That his love brings such richness and wealth to his life, he no longer wishes to swap places with those of such greatness as monarchs. “It is all very truthful,” Savage muses, shutting the book. He thinks for a moment, then brings his eyes to yours. “My suffering has caused me at times, to envy and wallow,” he admits. “I have often compared my own fate with that of others, desiring to swap our lives, to switch places and live a menial existence without the heartache of my grief. My guilt.” He pauses, and adds with a devastating inflection, “and the overbearing reality of my abuse.” Savage then sits forward, taking the reading glasses from his face. “But then I look at you, my beloved.” Your eyes prickle with tears as you listen to him. “I look at you, and I know that I would not change a thing. Not for the world. Not for the galaxy. How could I ever envy those without you in their life?” You inhale sharply at the sweet shock of his confession, placing your cup of tea aside and stumbling out of the bed and into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, and feel his large, warm palm settle on your back. “Oh Savage,” you whisper. “I am so sorry for all of the pain that has been inflicted upon you. It’s not your fault. You don’t deserve this, any of it.” “When you say that, my love,” he mutters in a hushed whisper. “I truly believe it.”

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tagging some mutuals who make like this (but please feel free to ignore if this isn’t your cup of tea): @kimageddon @eyecandyeoz @stardustbee @maulslittlemeowmeow @moonstrider9904 @dinsverdika @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @grinningnexu @elledjarin @gggoldfinch @nxctuaryninetythree @wingofshadow @seriowan @itsagrimm @lazarithebellydancingmime @corona-one​

[la-duvalin]

Hello there! Welcome to my little blog ♡

Hello there! I mostly repost things about my interests but from time to time I write and post little fics then and there, so feel free to stay <3

Requests are: CLOSED

Sorry my dudes but for now I won't be receiving requests until I finish the ones I have pendant, tho do please check out my Coming Soon List if you wanna ♡

But for the moment you can read some of my fics, here is the list for the characters I write for, list that serves as a masterlist as well and that comes with a couple of rules at the end:

DC

Batman/Bruce Wayne (The Batman 2022)

Edward Nashton (The Batman 2022)

Edward Nygma (Batman Arkahm series)

Maxwell Lord (WW84)

Azrael (Batman Arkham series)

Marvel

Loki

Daredevil (Daredevil series 2015-2018)

Stephen Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley

Arthur Harrow

Namor/Kꞌukꞌulkaan

Star Wars

Darth Maul (Clone Wars)

Savage Opress

Din Djarin

Slashers 

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Thomas Hewitt 

Scar (AvP)

AP (The Predator 2018)

The Grabber

Feral (Prey 2022)

Wolf (AvP Requiem)

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal

Will Graham

Bedelia DuMaurier

Alana Bloom

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

Henry Creel/ Peter Ballard (001)

Dimitri "Enzo" Antonov

Robin Buckley

Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Keegan

Detroit: Become Human

Connor/Nines/Sixty

Ralph

Please be specific with everything that you want please!!

I´ll write fluff, angst, smut (yes non con and dub con are an option as well), dark fics (the darker the better please don't hold back and be disgusting if you wanna), however, nothing with p¡ss or vom¡t or crap please, from there on all kinks are accepted and I´ll do my best to please y´all.

ALSO...I if you want pure fluff with no angst and/or smut, etc, it will ONLY be for Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley and Ralph, for all the other characters it´ll have to be fluff with that little plus of something else.

Edit: if you can and want, do tell me the gender of the reader and pronouns if possible!! And if it´s smut you ask for, please be specific wiith your kinks or specific things you might want or if you want me to not put one (no need to explain why) because I also might add a kink or two to the thing, so the more specific the better <3

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[blackkatmagic]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jon Antilles/Jaster Mereel, Jon Antilles & Nico Diath & Fay & Knol Ven'nari, Eldra Kaitis/Darth Maul Characters: Jon Antilles, Nico Diath, Fay (Star Wars), Knol Ven'nari, Jaster Mereel, Eldra Kaitis, Darth Maul, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, CT-7567 | Rex, Ferus Olin, Kycina (Star Wars), Feral (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, Savage Opress Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe - The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Fusion, Politics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jedi Theology, Jedi Culture Respected, Drama & Romance, Action/Adventure, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Families of Choice Summary:

They don't mean to do anything but protest the war, but between their secrets and the galaxy's growing darkness, Jon, Knol, Nico, and Fay find themselves caught between a dozen powers pulling them in every direction, with the fate of the Republic hanging in the balance.

[cross-d-a]

Fandom: Star Wars

Chapter: 10/?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Feral/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Feral & Savage Opress, Feral & Darth Maul, Feral & Mace Windu, Anakin Skywalker & Feral & Shmi Skywalker, Feemor & Savage Opress, Feemor/Mace Windu (background relationship)

Characters: Feral, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Savage Opress, Maul, Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker, Mace Windu, Feemor, Qui-Gon Jinn, Bruck Chun, Luminara Unduli, Xanatos du Crion, Padme Amidala, C-3PO

Additional Tags: Savage and Feral grow up as Temple brats, Jedi Savage, Jedi Feral, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Slavery, Tatooine culture, Dathomirian culture, Maul and Feral are TWINS, PTSD, child abuse bc Dathomir and Poopatine, Minor character death, ultimately a feel-good I promise! :), Darth Maul Needs a Hug, Darth Maul Needs Therapy, Darth Maul Redemption, Protective Mace Windu, Protective Feemor, Protective Obi-Wan, Soft Obi-Wan, Pining, Force Shenanigans

Summary:

When Feral is young enough to remember the muggy heat of Dathomir but not old enough to remember much more than that, Savage looks at him and thinks: I can’t lose another brother.

So Savage takes him and runs. - (Savage never meant to be found by the Jedi, and he certainly never meant to become one of them. Everything that follows is what Feral will forever call the Will of the Force. Savage wants to call bantha-shit, but at least he gets his lost brother back)

[iamanerd1]

I am rewatching all of TOA over again...

Mostly it’s because I have chronic FOMO and I want to know if there are any inconsistencies with the new season of Wizards and also because I’m still kind of unsure whether or not that the timeline was always 100% changed by the events of Wizards or not. This may be long...

Trollhunters: 

Stuart’s electronics was first mentioned in the first episode. WHAT.

“Human feet have never sullied the ground of Trollmarket,” uh according to Wizards that is false and you know it Blinky

I forgot that Toby almost drowned a Gnome 

Steve wants to see early homoerectus titties

Oh yeah Jim threw a horseshoe directly at Steve’s head. One shot, one kill. 

Still surprised we’ve never seen Jim's Dad because of how much emphasis they put on him

Jim got stuck by LIGHTNING?  that’s pretty CrISpY 

GOD PLEASE THIS ANGST IS KILLING ME. JIM TALK TO YOUR MOM.

I love season 1 asshole Strickler

Drawl really brought his fists, and only his fists, to a sword fight

Half of Bulars lines are really just “Daddy....” 

I hate all of Claire’s hair clips 

So, because the remains of the trollhunter are built and put back together in the forge does that mean they’ll piece full-troll Jim back together? What happened to all the spirits when the amulet was destroyed, both times?

Deya needs to stand up for Jim while he’s in the void smh 

Steve says “Plebs” as an insult. Also he refers to himself as a King a lot... foreshadowing... 

I just realised is strickler raising himself? Like the real human Strickler???

Strickler murders so many more people than i remembered

oh man i forgot how much i miss the pacing of trollhunters

Oh yeah I ALSO forgot that Luke Skywalker bows down to Savage Opress

“Goodbye DICK-taicous!” 

bros! draal is a bro!

half of the things that happen i really don’t remember how they get out of and so much stuff happens in the first season

Remember when we had 26 episode seasons? ah..m me too...

the whole thing about Jim's attachment to his friends is handled so much better than like... the jedi did.

“I might even love-” STFU STRICKLER

I’ll never be comfortable with Toby falling in love with a furry

I love Claire as a character but man I hate her design sometimes

“Be gone servant.” wow this is morganna’s one and only line to Douxie when she’s in Claire's’ body and lol it’s like nothings changed 

what turned morganna so feral? like girl I know you came from Camelot but you don’t have to eat meat with only your face 

Still kinda surprised that morganna didn’t try to recruit Douxie harder in Wizards (Or have a line in trollhunters like “Where’s our third, Merlin?” or “Your trollhunter and your apprentice...”)

Morganna made the changelings? Could Douxie or Claire also make them?

THOSE ARE DOUXIE’S HANDS WHEN MERLIN MAKES THE AMULET 

I ALSO FORGOT THERE WAS A TIMELINE ROOM IN MERLIN'S TOMB (must’ve gotten it from the time-map) 

Forgot that Nana took a shovel to Dect. Scott’s head “Help me move the body” of course Varvatos fell for her

I love this photo of Barbara getting her PhD and little Jim!

“Walter, will I ever get my son back?” 

“A son. A magnificent son.”

What the hell was Douxie doing while Morgana and Merl were being stupid thots 

3 Below:

Cofefe?????? J HI OW DiD I FORGET THAT MEME

Zoe spotted she’s the clerk at the record store too.

Also the third episode takes place during the robberies of season 3. In this blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment where Toby is driving the cop car

STAJA STAJA STAJA

Man I love Diego Luna in this, he puts his whole heart in his performance 

Alpha’s theme is great!

they call ppl younglings...

the commitment to the bit where there is a “caw” sound everytime they say the word birdie is great

Eli man voice Pepperjack

“Varvatos.. I made a mistake.” the use of first person pronouns!

“That’s my girlfriend!” 

I love that the serrators also turn Trolls to stone, kinda like it’s all the same technology..,  GUILLERMO

I also love how Aja immediately knows it’s Jim when he’s in his troll form

SLOW_MO_KISS_IS_BEST.PNG

“To protect the King sometimes you need to lose a pawn.”

why did Eli and Steve change during the eternal night? (they’re back to their normal outfits) 

“You stole my bounty on epsilon-five!” “That bounty was my wife!” 

Varvatos does the hulk slam thing

“It was prophesied that Galen’s core would return to the panet from whence it came.” (Meaning earth) So the question is, was galens core/ galen himself made from troll magic or wizards alchemy?

Okay so sometime after wizards during kanjigaaarrrgghh’s rein as trollhunter they were visited by the King and Queen of Akiridion-5.

Omen mom is great! 

“Galen’s core is yours house Tarron, as it always has been.” Hmmm methinks that this will come back in someway for the rise of the titans movie 

Why Morando look so smooth all the time????

I am again crying at this final battle scene 

Wizards 

wow I forgot that all of this happens RIGHT before Wizards starts

[zabrak-show]

Zabrak Show Masterlist

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

To join the taglist fill this form out.

 Summaries and warnings are at the top of each post.

Maul x OC (Kudra Deschain)

Blood of the Sith

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

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

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Maul x Reader

The Greatest Love I’ve Ever Known

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

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

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

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

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

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Don’t Hide 🔞🔞🔞

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

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

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When the Sun Comes Up

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

Warnings: past trauma, angst

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Ashes of the Wasted Sith 🔞🔞🔞

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

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

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Seen you in the shadows 🔞🔞🔞

collection of smut one shots, nsfw!

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We’ve Only Just Begun

collection of fluff one shots, sfw

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Comedy/Crackfics

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

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GenFic

GenFic Collection

no pairings, sfw fluff genfic, mostly found family

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ObiMaul (Maul x Obi-Wan)

ObiMaul Collection

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Maul x Qi'ra

Close to you 🔞🔞🔞

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

Maul x Saxon

Whiskey on the Rocks 🔞🔞🔞

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

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Savajj (Savage x Asajj)

Love you to death

sexy short story with Savage and Asajj, not explict

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Brother Viscus

Daddy Nightbrother Collection

🔞🔞🔞

Various Viscus stories, most are nsfw

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Feral Opress

Feral x Cody

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Sinful Collection

Various Sins 🔞🔞🔞

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

Created 15 Aug 2020

Last updated 4 Aug 2023

[savagesbonergarage]

Star Wars Masterlist - savagesbonergarage

▶️Click here to get on the taglist! ◀️

🔞=Nsfw 🩸=Violence 💔=Angst 🎭=Hurt/Comfort ☁️=Fluff 😂=Crack/Comedy 🆕=Recent update

Eilantha (Nightsister OC)

Pics and Introduction feat. Nightbrother Sever 🩸🎭☁️

Thrawn

Goodbye 💔🆕

Thrawn reacting to Reader's death

Neglect 🎭🔞🆕

Thrawn with a dom reader

Kit Fisto

Tranquility

A sea-loving reader insert fic

Chapter One - AO3 🩸🎭

Chapter Two - AO3

Chapter Three -

Darth Maul

A Bad Day - AO3 🔞🩸💔🎭☁️

Darth Maul x Reader EVERYTHING - Angst, fluff, smut, this fic has it all.

Bedtime Stories ☁️

A short fic about Maul interacting with his infant niece/nephew

Rest 🎭☁️

Apprentice reader and Maul fluff drabble

Punishment 🔞🆕

This is just straight-up a BDSM idea in headcanon format

First Kiss ☁️🆕

Apprentice Reader's first kiss with Maul

Quickie 🔞🆕

Throne sex~~~

Savage Opress

Reprieve ☁️

Headcanons for Savage with a talkative reader

Heat part 1 🔞🩸💔

Heat part 2 🔞

Savage x reader smut

Instinct 🔞🆕

Predator kink smut with our favorite golden boy

First Kiss 🩸☁️🆕

Reader's first kiss with Savage

Maul and Savage

The Beginning

A fic about how the reader met the boys

Living Lavish & The Incident 😂

Headcanons on how the brothers adjusted to the royal life on Mandalore + well, the incident. If you know you know. ;)

Hoarder of Knowledge ☁️😂🆕

Headcanons of Maul as a bookworm (feat. Savage)

Feral

Living Lavish Add-on

Headcanons for if Feral survived and lived with his brothers on Mandalore

Night and Day ☁️

Cute headcanons of Feral meeting the reader for the first time

[ironhoshi]

There, coiling inside of Anakin, was a brightness that threatened to blind him. He leaned closer as if basking in sunlight that wasn’t trying to bleach his bones and let out the faintest of sighs. Something changed slightly on the ship after that. Feral still felt like he was on the outside, as he should be, but Anakin wasn’t trying to poison him anymore. They talked softly at times, trading tales about how to combat coldness or even discussing what it was like to hurl oneself off a very tall ledge. Sometimes they even talked about Savage. When he spoke of Savage Anakin always got a strange sort of look, a look he never could clearly associate with any emotion he recognized. He knew, deep down, Anakin still didn’t like him, didn’t trust him, that he was putting up with him.

[cross-d-a]

Fandom: Star Wars

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Feral/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Feral & Savage Opress, Feral & Darth Maul, Feral & Mace Windu, Anakin Skywalker & Feral & Shmi Skywalker, Feemor & Savage Opress, Feemor/Mace Windu (background relationship)

Characters: Feral, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Savage Opress, Maul, Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker, Mace Windu, Feemor, Qui-Gon Jinn, Bruck Chun, Luminara Undulo, Xanatos du Crion, Padme Amidala, C-3PO

Additional Tags: Savage and Feral grow up as Temple brats, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slavery, Tatooine culture, Dathomirian culture, Maul and Feral are TWINS, PTSD, Implied child abuse bc Dathomir and Poopatine

Summary: 

When Feral is young enough to remember the muggy heat of Dathomir but not old enough to remember much more than that, Savage looks at him and thinks: I can’t lose another brother.

So Savage takes him and runs. - (Savage never meant to be found by the Jedi, and he certainly never meant to become one of them. Everything that follows is what Feral will forever call the Will of the Force. Savage wants to call bantha-shit, but at least he gets his lost brother back)