Both in behaviours, thinking and all that, as well as physical mannerisms and affection
(Sorry for any errors I'm writing this while nursing a terrible migraine)
Revan is such a devoted yandere. You are his, his padawan, his acolyte, his in every way. It's hard to call him obsessed (although that's what he is) because he's so relaxed with his mannerisms. Revan constantly has you pinned to his side, feeling you in some way. But it's so discreet, a phantom of a fleeting touch that feels more like a dream than reality. Sure he'll behead anyone who dares get too close to you. But he'd rather disintegrate than ever admit he actually "loves you". He's cold, devoted, fully believing that there are more pressing matters in the universe than his feelings for you. Yet still needing you to be by his side.
He is rather cold (during both his Jedi and Sith phases) but he does love to touch you and loves it when you return the affection in some way. Although he'd never really want to see you as a helpless doll. He's trained you to be strong to be second best only to him. He needs to pour every ounce of himself into you, to make you understand his pain and devotion.
All this being said Revan is forceful, he'll absolutely drag you down to the dark side with him and Malak. And then he'll drown you in the light side once he turns back. Only when his memories have been wiped does he relent, not out of his own volition, but simply because he can't tell what's right and wrong for himself let alone for you.
Speaking of brainwashed Revan, I like to think that he becomes more clingy. Like he might not know who you are exactly but he feels like he needs you by his side. You are his lifeline, his salvation. A sanctuary in the darkness. He's also more open about how he feels about you, more prone to needing you physically.
You've got more planned for Yielding???? 👀
Also gimmie Revan x Reader I love me some old republic 👌
Sadly no, that's just the original doc for Yielding XD I'm sorry!! But you know I've got more Crosshair lurking in the wings
YESSSS BABE I'LL GET YOU SOME REVAN GOODNESS
The bridge was dark, empty of crew, which was odd considering the ship was currently being boarded by the enemy.
You wouldn’t have seen it with your eyes, the light too dim and sporadic, but you sensed the presence, as old and familiar as a much-beloved blanket, though this one had grown strangling around your neck.
The dark robed figure waited, motionless, in front of the massive viewport. He’d been… expecting you? A small, hopeful voice tried to make itself heard, but you crushed it down before it could speak. You gathered your focus and calmed your emotions. There were too many to name, vying to be at the top, but there was only one that ruled the others.
Rage.
You unclipped your lightsaber from your belt.
“Hello, Master.”
You ignited the blade.
The hood of the figure slightly turned, its wearer moving his head in your direction, and words filtered through a mask, twisting the once familiar voice into something alien and cruel.
“Not the greeting I expected.”
You shifted on your feet, one sliding back as the other moved forward. Readying your position.
“But it is the one you deserve.”
He paused, another tilt of his head.
“Perhaps.”
You crept closer, blue lightsaber raised in a defensive position, watching for the snake to strike.
“By order of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi High Council, you will surrender yourself into my custody.”
“For what crimes?” he asked, amusement flitting at the edges.
“Treason,” you spit out, unable to keep your own tone anywhere near civil, rage bleeding into the words. “Sedition. Conspiracy to kidnap high-ranking officials, assassination of high-ranking senators, and war crimes against the galaxy.”
“That’s quite the list.”
You wanted to bare your teeth, but that would carry you forward to the action of biting.
“I’m not done. You will also be charged with the near complete genocide of the people of Telos IV.”
Finally, some emotion other than amusement.
“I did not order that bombardment.”
The slope of his shoulders were stiff against the constellations and battle outside, bursts of orange and yellow where lasers and torpedoes hit their targets.
“And yet, it was carried out in your name,” you said, voice low, the words simmering around the hum of your lightsaber as if the blade agreed. “For your glory. Don’t turn away from it now, Lord of the Sith.”
He still wouldn’t turn to look at you, as if unconcerned there was a lightsaber at his back, and his lofty words confirmed it.
“Where are the rest of my jailors?”
You bristled.
“They’re coming.”
In the distance was an explosion somewhere on the ship, and your old master tilted his head once again.
“Yes. I’m sure they’ll be here any moment.”
You leapt at him before you realized what you were doing and swung your lightsaber down.
A crimson lightsaber ignited and arched over his head, blade parallel to the ground, and he blocked your attack without even bothering to turn around.
You pulled back your blade and swung again, but he ducked under it, moving behind you as you spun. He brought his crimson weapon down and hit your blade so hard you were forced back against the cold transparisteel of the viewport.
The severe mask stared down at you from inches away, reflecting the blue and red dance of the locked lightsabers. Even after all your training since he left, Revan was still stronger than you. Faster. More experienced.
But he hadn’t been hurt the way you had. He didn’t have your pain.
The rage of his betrayal, the agony of his abandonment, the loss of your old mentor, you poured it all into your limbs, your strength, and with a scream in your throat, you shoved him back.
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Hiiii! I'm the one who sent the behaviour revan ask (wonderfully written by the way)
Can I ask another?
You can ignore this if not
But, how do you think Revan would react to a completely willing darling? And a darling who isn't willing at all?
You can ask as many as you like darling!! I love answering them🥰🥰I'll try to make this one a bit more ethereal/aesthetic.
𓇼Willing Darling
You blame the Jedi counsel for your master's fall to the dark side. You blame the Force, fate, the moon, the stars. You blame the galaxy and all its dichotomies. You blame anyone except the man himself
In your naive eyes, Revan can do no wrong.
You see him again tonight. In a backstreet away from the temples prying eyes. The immortal lights of Coruscant are your only witness as you break every rule engraved within your bones.
His looming figure is harrowing, terror and power draped in armor. You try to remind yourself to breathe, that he won't hurt you. You pray under your breath for this to be true.
Revan's presence is a weight reminding everyone of his place above them. He's a Sith now, he's free to flaunt the power he's always tamed.
His thumb pats your bottom lip. You taste lighting from his fingertips. Surges of rouge power, minuscule in their dosage, still overpower your feeble senses. As he pries down your bottom lip and tucks his thumb between your teeth demanding you suck. You comply, you've always complied.
"my apprentice" he whispers like an ineffable secret.
You feel the tendrils of his darkness beckoning you. Feel the way he pulls you into his world. His umbra. You go willing, promising to follow your master to the ends of the galaxy.
Overall Revan would be more gentle, more docile with a willing darling. Even patronizing at times. He'd see himself in the position to train you, to feed you his knowledge until you grow stronger. He likes to push your limits, to watch you squirm under him as he kisses down your neck. He'd take you everywhere with him and Malak. Show you everything. His darkness shields you from anything that could potentially hurt you until you morph into his perfect warrior.
𓇼Unwilling Darling
There's a ghost that haunts you. Powerful and all-consuming. You blame the Darksiders he's been in contact with. From the planet-eating shadow to the traitorous companion. The Revan you once knew is dead, only a baleful husk remains. One who stalks the planets in search of false idolizes and empty ambitions.
Revan is dead.
Only the monster remains.
You feel his presence lingering inside you. A sharp diamond cut on frail cartilage. Somehow he follows you in every realm, every reality. He's built from barren crepuscules and fuliginous aspirations. All morphed to appear as a semi-human creature. His mask is trained on you. It takes every willpower to stand your ground.
Your fingers itch for your lightsaber, a feeble attempt at resistance. "You wish for a duel little one?" his voice is forbidding, taunting. You both know how this will end.
Leave me alone...
"I am not you. I am no traitor, no monster, no abomination." Embers from your heart drift into your mouth. You spit them at him hoping he'll burn.
Your words hold rage undefiting a Jedi. Your eyes mere slates of hatred.
Neither fazes Revan.
As you've learned so very little tends to do.
"I never asked you to be." He's calm. Miserably so. You feel the force dragging you to his side. You scream as fingers wrap around your delicate throat. His frigid mask lowers to a puls point, mimicking a mock kiss.
"Force, save me."
Revan doesn't reward insubordination. Yet he tolerates your little rebellion for mere amusement. It gives him an excuse to play rough. To break you in the name of love and rebirth. He loves how sweet your screams sound when he drags the tip of his red lightsaber across the valley of your chest all the way to your squishy stomach. Love the scent of your flesh burning as you beg him to stop. Throwing promises of behaving so he'd just make the pain stop.
Oh, how you make his cold heart beat.
How he loves your sensation within his arms
Still, it's important to know that Revan is many things, many important things. Warrior, general, sith...You should be beyond grateful he's even permitted you into his life. Even graced you with his attention.
At best, he sees you as a defective acolyte at worst a pet. Somehow they mean the same thing. They mean you are his to use at his leisure. Not a person, not a sentient being, just a trophy fallen Jedi like to flaunt.
Your body is a crime scene. One where the murderer leaves bleeding love bites and open wounds. Revan writes love letters upon your skin and you wholly long to burn them. To burn yourself, an escape from the miserable reality he's forced you into.
hi hi I saw your revan fics and omfg I am ur biggest fan at the moment, I've been hyperfixated on that man for YEARS!!! please never stop writing for him ilysm 😭❤️
Aahh, thank u so much!! My Revan fics get like zero traction so I'm always shocked when someone mentions them.
Revan really is a man to fawn over, he is so flawed and perfect at the exact same time!! I love writing for him SM cause he can be so dark yet so caring and gentle all in one go. He's utterly in love and wants only the best for you but it's his pride that blinds him to what really is good for you.
BTW here are some Revan tiktoks that I'm obsessed with and think you might like Anon:
This is just something I wanted to talk about, so I apologize if it's random.
But I really want to write Revan in a poly fic. maybe with Malak or Tenebrae. Or heck why not just do Revan, Malak, Sion, and Nihulis and write it off as they are 'brothers' cause they have the same master and are now all in obsessive love with the same person
On another note maybe in the future, I'll end up writing some drabbles for Revan, Malak, Sion, and Nihilius (separately). I've yet to play KOTOR but all the evil guys are just so hot and I love all of them very much ~💜
