#nightbrothers

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“Io non piangea, sì dentro impetrai.”

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"I wept not, I within so turned to stone."

Inferno, Canto XXXIII - Dante Alighieri

This piece is a tribute to Maul’s arc and his tragic legacy, heavily inspired by Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux’s “Ugolino and His Sons”. The way Filoni and the writers handled Maul’s story actually disintegrated my soul. He is a man who turned to stone to survive his own life, unwittingly crushing his own innocence and dragging his brothers into the abyss with him. I am officially unwell.

May the Fourth be with you.

[sorry-but-no-sorry]

Congratulations!

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All the currently released posters for the upcoming Maul Shadow Lord show!

[inkybyl]

Laundry day

(I started sketching this while waiting for my washing to dry in the laundrette yesterday pahaha)

Random thought for my UK peeps: do you think Star Wars students ever have to go through the agony of Circuit Laundry?

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shadow lord screenshot highlights round 2

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Okay but we need the walking in on them undressing headcanons you did for star wars women in power except for nightbrothers pretty please 😩

That is a legendary find lol ! Can’t believe you actually read that one!! Fun fact I love walking in on people undressing! I mean.. writing about it. •_•

The Nightbrothers - when you walk in on them undressing

includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral

warning: suggestive, sexual stuff 18+

note: this happens before the relationship was established, but theres some obvious tension and interest with the reader duhh they are craving you

Maul

It’s late at night. Everyone is asleep, and the halls are completely silent when suddenly a loud crash echoes from Maul’s quarters, followed by a sharp scream.

Without thinking twice, you rush over and throw the door open. And the moment you do, you freeze.

Maul stands with his back to you, his robes discarded on the floor. His forehead is pressed against the wall, shoulders trembling as he silently sobs.

Confusion, embarrassment, and concern all hit you at once.

“Maul…” you manage. “I heard the noise. I thought something happened..I’m sorry..I’ll leave.”

“NO.”

The response comes so sharply and instantly, it makes you jump.

Then, quieter, almost worried he might scare you away he adds:

“Please.. Don’t leave me alone.”

Carefully, you reach for a blanket and drape it over his back. But the moment it touches him, his hand shoots out and wraps around your wrist.

In one swift movement, he pulls you under him. Suddenly you’re trapped between the wall and his chest, his arms locked around you as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Your hand rises hesitantly to the back of his head, fingers softly tracing over the warm skin there. This is the first time the two of you have ever hugged like this.

“I know I can be… a lot ..sometimes,” he murmurs. “But I cannot have you leaving me too.”

“I will never leave you,” you cut in. His arms tighten immediately.

“I… apologize,” he continues , voice shaking. “The mirror… it whispers. It taunts me. I had to break it. I- ”

His lips brush against your ear as the words falter.

You wrap your arms around him more firmly. “I know,” you whisper. “It’s okay.”

With his face still buried in your neck, one of his hands drifts to your shoulder, fingers brushing against the edge of your robe. Pushing the fabric so it slips slightly, exposing more of your skin to his warmth.

You immediately tense, instinctively reaching for it not to fall.

At that, he goes still.

“I need you to feel the way I feel,” he confesses quietly. The words are barely above a whisper. “I need you with me..in the darkness.”

His voice trembles against your skin, raw and desperate in a way you’ve never heard before. Almost like begging.

For a moment, all you can do is stand there in his embrace, feeling the warmth of him, the uneven rhythm of his breathing, the way he’s holding on as though you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. Suddenly, you remember - fuck he’s naked

And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t want to pull away either. You loved the feeling of his arms holding you so tightly. The way you could feel his muscles clenching around you like a snake around its prey.

So instead of stopping him, your hand lets go of the fabric, and you close your eyes as he pushes your robes off from your shoulders. Leaving nothing between you now.

Neither of you glances down. Your eyes remain locked on his and his arms still around you as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Savage

Savage has a habit of walking around half-naked like he owns the place anyway. After a while, you’d learned to avoid getting in the way around the times he usually showered or got out of bed.

Today, however, was different.

You’d been snooping around his room while he was out, completely unaware that he’d be coming back this early. And when you hear the door opening, panic immediately takes over.

Not knowing what else to do, you jump into his closet and pull the door shut behind you. A moment later, heavy footsteps enter the room.

Savage walks in lazily, clearly exhausted from whatever he’d been doing. As he crosses the room, he begins unbuckling his belt. His saber lands on the table with a familiar clunk. Then a blaster.

He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside.

You press yourself further into the closet, barely daring to breathe. Both your palms pressed over your mouth.

Once he’d kicked off his boots, he unzipped his pants. Giving a quick tug at his shaft, settling it more comfortably. At that, a gasp escapes you.

In your panic, your foot catches one of the boxes in the closet, sending it tumbling over. For half a second theres silence.

And then the closet door is suddenly ripped open. A large hand grabs the front of your collar. Next thing you know, you’re staring at the ceiling as Savage slammed you onto the floor.

“Oh…” His expression immediately changes. “You?.. fuck, sorry little one!”

The room spins for a second as you blink up at him. Savage crouches beside you, letting out a low chuckle.

“Trying to get yourself killed, huh?”

“Im sorryy I panicked” you mutter as you cover your face with your arms.

That earns another chuckle. Firm hands settle on your shoulders before he effortlessly hauls you back onto your feet, pulling you over so you sit on the edge of his bed.

He remains standing in front of you. Shirtless, pants unbuttoned, arms crossed. Completely unbothered by any of it.

“You can take your time,” he says. “But you’re not leaving until I get an explanation.”

Icarus

Hates being caught off guard. He’s a private person by nature, and if there is one thing he values above all else, it’s control.

If he ever wanted you to see him in a vulnerable state, it would have been on his own terms. Not like this.

So when you accidentally barge into his room, his brain barely has time to process what happened before instinct takes over. One second you’re standing in the doorway. The next, you’re slammed against the nearest wall.

A knife pressed against your throat, forcing your head back so all you can see is the ceiling. Your heart nearly stops.

“Looking for trouble are we?” he mutters darkly.

The threat sounds convincing enough, but the longer he keeps you pinned there, the less certain he becomes of himself. Because now you’re closer than you’ve ever been before.

Close enough for him to hear your breathing. Close enough to feel the way you’ve completely frozen beneath him.

And every nervous, soft little apology tumbling from your lips, seems to just hit the right buttons for him. Suddenly you can feel him getting hard against you and the moment both of you realize whats going on he flinches back.

Irritation comes rushing back twice as hard. You, meanwhile, are desperately trying to explain yourself.

“I didn’t know you were in here- I swear- ”

“Then why are you here?” His voice comes out sharper than intended. A tense silence follows.

Without backing away much, he lowers his knife.

“Get out.”

For the first time since entering the room, you risk looking directly at him. And to your surprise, his expression doesn’t match his tone at all.

There’s the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Worse, his eyes slowly travel over you before meeting your gaze again. As if he’s enjoying this.

Your stomach flips.

“So…” he says as his smirk grows. “What exactly are you waiting for?”

You glance toward the door. Then back at him.

“…I can’t pass.”

“Yeah you can.” Meanwhile he still has you practically pinned to the wall. You stare at him. He stares right back.

“Icarus.”

“What?” The innocent look he gives you is so blatantly fake that it almost makes you laugh.

“You’re literally cornering me here”

“Hm.” The smirk deepens. “Sounds difficult.”

A helpless chuckle escapes you before you can stop it. You lift your gaze awkwardly somewhere towards the ceiling, shaking your head. The moment stretches on for far too long before he finally steps aside.

Just enough.

And as you slip past him, his fingers deliberately brush against yours. The touch is gone almost as quickly as it came. You barely make it a few steps before he catches your sleeve.

You turn back, and his gaze lingers on you for a moment.

Then he smirks.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

The warning would be far more convincing if he didn’t sound so disappointed to see you go.

Scorn

The whole thing amuses him just a little bit too much.

Where most people would at least attempt to cover themselves or demand an explanation, he does neither. Instead, he just stands there. Arms crossed. Looking down at you with that familiar mischievous smirk.

Completely shameless.

Meanwhile, you’re doing everything in your power not to look directly at him. Which, unfortunately, only seems to make this more entertaining for him.

He notices just how nervous you are. Every awkward glance toward the door. Every stiff movement. Every second you spend staring at literally anything except him.

And he lets it drag on, far longer than necessary.

You continue rambling through, one explanation after another while Scorn casually pulls his pants back up, fastening his belt without ever taking his eyes off you.

The longer you talk, the more amused he seems to become. At some point, you begin to suspect he’s stopped listening entirely and is simply enjoying watching you squirm.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, a low chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“So…”

You immediately stop talking. His smirk widens.

“You gonna look at me?”

Your face somehow manages to grow even hotter.

“Or are you gonna keep pretending you didn’t mean to be here?”

“I didn’t!”

“Oh, sure.” The grin he gives you is downright insufferable.”Come onn, admit it! You’ve got about half a second before I put a shirt on”

Both of you just laugh like a couple of idiots for a moment before he takes a step towards you, his palm reaches up, cupping the side of your face. Completely catching you off guard.

His thumb brushes lazily across your cheek as he tilts your head up just enough to get a better look at you.

“Just look at that face.” A low chuckle escapes him. “You’re absolutely terrified.”

“I’m not”

“You are.” His eyes narrow with amusement. “Its the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen”

Feral

Heard your footsteps long before you reached the door. A sensible person would’ve called out and warned you. Done literally anything to prevent what was about to happen.

Unfortunately, a very reckless part of him had been carrying a crush on you for far too long. A big part of him just honestly reallyy wanted you to walk in on him. He is basically scavenging for any attention from you at this point.

So he stays quiet. And immediately regrets it though lol The moment the door opens and your eyes land on him, every bit of confidence evaporates.

He compleyely freezes. His fists clench at his sides as though he’s angry about something, though the truth is he’s mostly just mortified.

For several painful seconds, neither of you says a word. Unable to meet your gaze, he finally blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” The words come out much harsher than he intended.

Your expression immediately falls. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to..”

“No.” His head snaps up. “No, I’m sorry.” His brows knit together as he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m just being dramatic.”

Grabbing the nearest hoodie from the bed, he hastily throws it over himself. The embarrassment is almost unbearable.

Then, to his complete confusion, you step closer, and you start unbuttoning your shirt.

“Well…” you say softly. “I think it’s only fair.”

His eyes lift. And whatever thought had been forming in his head immediately dies. His hearts start pounding so hard he’s convinced you can hear them. For a moment, he just stares.

His brain has stopped functioning entirely.

“You don’t have to do that,” he manages at last, though the words come out embarrassingly strained.

You just smile as your hands work at the last couple of buttons, letting the shirt fall open. You step closer and take his hand guiding it beneath your shirt, pressing it against your soft flesh.

He swallows hard. Standing there completely frozen at your gesture. For a moment, he genuinely forgets how to breathe. His eyes lock onto your hand, following the movement almost against his will, and suddenly every coherent thought abandons him.

No amount of fantasies he had about you, could have prepared him for the reality of standing here and watching you choose him.

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maul's adopted nightbrothers, which could mean nothing