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a-dorin · 2 years ago

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pairing: professor maul x reader (female)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: cursing, teasing, banter, lots of banter, mentions of professor & student relationship, alcohol consumption

a/n: this is my semi-return to tumblr, so i decided to rewrite a series i never finished. this fic will explore a student and professor relationship, so please take that into consideration before you begin reading. if this isn't your taste or your cup of tea, please scroll. i will not tolerate any hateful comments, anons, & other negative interaction with this. i spent a lot of time on this between work and class, & i am really proud of it.

so without further ado, enjoy! :)

“so, enlighten us, was there any tea from the summertime?”

stifling a groan, you rolled your eyes, waving your hand to swat away the dozens of eyes peering away at you, “for the record, i practiced celibacy this summer.”

“like i believe that!” came a jeer, “you can’t just say that and expect us all to believe it. and rex, i hope you don’t take offense to it, but your best friend is an absolute smokeshow. i would definitely–”

“enough,” a platinum blonde interjected, massaging his temple with his fingers, “jesse, i think we need to cut you off for the night.”

“i was just getting started!” jesse exclaimed, elbowing a figure beside him, “wolffe, come on, you agree with me, right?”

now it was wolffe’s turn to roll his eyes, smacking jesse on the back of the head, “rex said that was enough.”

the voices filling your ears were barely audible over the pounding music of the bass, as students gathered on the dance floor to sway to the music. most of them were extremely intoxicated, enjoying the final days of freedom before the start of the fall semester. every so often, colorful lights flashed, only amplifying the ambiance of the bar. of course ram’s was going to be packed tonight, as all of the newbies were eager to check out campus’ most famous spot.

most of your night had been spent with your best friend, rex, and his teammates from the rugby team. over the course of the summer, you had grown close with the guys, bringing them cold water bottles after long days of practice, or dropping a few of them off as a favor for rex. they were quite rambunctious at first, always so loud and chaotic, but as the days passed, you had grown quite fond of them. eventually, they had grown to adore you, often inviting you over for team dinners or early morning smoothie runs.

now, all of you were crammed into a booth at ram’s, savoring the last moments of summer before it all slipped away. although the boys were well past tipsy, you didn’t mind, collecting the empty cups and forming a small tower in the middle of the table. you enjoyed their presence, as you didn’t have many friends anyways.

since you spent most of the summer in the hospital, clacking away on a computer, you were eager for the fall semester to begin. the course load wasn’t too bad, with only fifteen credits, and another phase of clinical on the way. maybe this time around you could branch out and make some friends, whether it was at the bars or at the rugby games. besides, the boys would make great wingmen. well, maybe.

“she is right though,” rex cleared his throat, taking a sip from his cup, “there was not a single soul that came through our apartment this summer.”

“i was busy with my clinical at the hospital,” you chime in, your voice raising with every word so that the boys could hear, “after some days in the er, sex was the last thing on my mind. besides, the only people who stay are townies and athletes. both of those groups are a big no-no.”

“hey,” another voice cut in, “we’re not all that bad.”

“i know, comet,” you giggled, flashing a quaint smile, “most of the athletes here are just.. questionable.”

“especially the football guys,” rex’s lips curled with disdain, “they make all of us look bad.”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, “you guys can be a handful. especially jesse over there.”

jesse arched a brow, a smug smirk beginning to form, “hey, i just was saying what everyone was thinking. we all think you’re hot.”

“oh?” your eyes widened, “is that so?”

shifting in the crammed booth, you face rex, poking him playfully as he buries his face in his hands, “that is not true. that is not true. that is not–”

“hey, he does not speak for all of us,” comet interrupted, the words cut short by a burp, “i think i’ve had enough for the night.”

“it’s only eleven thirty-six,” jesse protested, “the night is still young!”

“not when you have a lift in the morning,” wolffe grumbled, “a five-thirty lift, at that.”

“here we go,” comet exhaled, “mr. team captain has to ruin the fun.”

“do you want to run three miles after a lift?” wolffe folded his arms over his chest, “i sure as hell don’t.”

“and with the hangover i’m sure you’re going to have tomorrow, you’d throw up,” rex pointed at jesse, amusement glimmering in his honey depths, “you’d be in the fetal position on the track, begging for mercy.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah,” jesse scoffed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “okay, so who is giving me a ride home?”

“i guess we’ll have to call some ubers,” rex responded, his head finding its way to your shoulder, “unless, our personal uber is ready to leave.”

“we walked here, remember?” your lips curled into a grin as the boys scowl, “just think, you’re all getting a little workout in before your lift in the morning. it’s probably really nice out anyways, a lot cooler than this bar.”

“i do need to stretch my legs,” comet nodded before taking a final swig of his own beer, “all right, i’m ready to call it a night. i think i got my share of fun in.”

“are you ready, mr. captain?” jesse puckered his lips at wolffe, who only responded with a stony glare.

“what’s your first class tomorrow anyways?” rex murmured, breath hot against your ear, “isn’t it with that hot professor? the one every girl on campus absolutely raves about?”

“the one who has thirst edits all over tik tok?” comet obviously was close enough to overhear, “professor maul, right?”

“yes,” you answered curtly, “i’m taking some elective course, just for some fun. well, it also fulfills a requirement for my major. however, i’ve never actually met or seen the man. i mean, i’ve seen his pictures and stuff.”

“don’t tell us you’re going to develop a little crush and become just as obsessed as some of those other girls,” comet teased, “well, i have seen guys post about him too. everyone loves the guy.”

“who knows,” an airy laugh bubbled up in your throat, “i just might get a little crush. however, i think we have more important matters at hand. someone is getting a little sleepy.”

rex grunted in response, his head a little heavier than it was five minutes ago. of course the alcohol was catching up to him. he was at a steady pace with jesse before he tapered off, swearing up and down he didn’t want to be hungover in the morning. however, a small part of you knew that he was going to need some water and a tylenol before bed, just in case.

“how are you falling asleep right now?” jesse leaned over the table, practically shouting in rex’s face.

in the process, he knocked over the tower you started earlier in the evening, which created quite the alcoholic mess as melted ice and leftover drinks spill all over. wolffe let out a string of curses under his breath, which you were sure were mainly directed at jesse. comet placed a hand over his mouth, masking his laughter as wolffe proceeded to yank jesse out of the booth by the collar of his shirt.

“he’s going home with me,” wolffe stated, jaw clenched with fury, “late or not, he’s running the three miles.”

“hey!” jesse squirmed, yet wolffe didn’t budge, “i won’t be late! i promise!”

“i don’t give a fuck,” wolffe’s tone was icy, yet he softened as he turned to you, “have a good night, guys. also, have a good first day of classes.”

“thank you, wolffe,” you beamed, “and good luck with jesse.”

“you’re coming with us, right?” rex inquired, collecting the cups to be thrown away.

“of course,” you nodded, “i think i’m going to pee first, though.”

“make it quick,” rex teased, shooting you a wink, “we have quite the trek home.”

“i will, i will,” you affirm, sliding out of the booth, “i’ll be back by the time those cups are in the trash.”

“sounds like a deal to me,” rex’s grin turned into a frown as he surveyed the mess jesse made of the table, “actually, take your time. i don’t want to leave this mess for the bartenders.”

“yeah, good luck with that.”

giving rex one last pat on the shoulder, you made your way towards the restrooms, which were located in the back of the bar. since it was still in prime hours of business, the air was thick, almost sticky as you maneuver through the swarm. individuals of all walks of life were in attendance tonight – twi’leks, nautolans, zygerrians, you name it. part of you cursed yourself for expecting it to be a slower night, as there was quite the line forming for both doors at the restrooms.

your eyes scoured the lines, wondering if the wait would even be worth it. after all, your apartment was only about a mile away. you could probably hold it, but as always, the alcohol was stating otherwise. sucking in a deep breath, you flinch as your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

rex. he was probably wondering what was taking so long. you had promised him it was only going to be a couple minutes. by the time you even made it to the lines, about five minutes had passed.

fishing your phone out of your pocket, you made the decision to abandon the idea of waiting. you could probably make it to your apartment without any mishaps. and if you really needed to go, there were a couple fast food joints you could step into.

i’m waitinggggggg >:(

stifling a giggle, your fingers glided across the screen.

the lines were horrendous. i’ll just stick it out till we get back to the apartment. see you in a second.

still focused on your phone, you swiveled on your heel, heading in the direction of the entrance.

see you soonnnnn!! can’t wait to zzzzzzzz

shaking your head, a smile lingered on your lips. yet, that smile quickly dissolved as you collide into a stranger’s back, your phone clattering as it hit the floor.

“oh shit!” you widened your eyes, bending over to pick up your phone, “i am so sor–”

the words cease as you come face-to-face with the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

he was squatting, eye level with you as your fingers brushed one another.

“no need to apologize, accidents happen. i was going to pick up your phone for you but it appears you beat me to it.”

you were not sure if the alcohol was lingering, or if the room had skyrocketed several degrees as heat overcame you, flourishing from your cheeks to your toes as you stood, the stranger mimicking your actions.

“i – oh my god – i am sorry. you don’t have to apologize at all. i was the one who wasn’t paying attention like a–”

“like i said,” his voice was low, almost like a growl, yet it sounded silky as it filled your ears, “accidents happen.”

the stranger facing you was a descendant of the zabrak species, his skin a rich crimson hue. however, he was tattooed, the lines thick and intricate, weaving geometric patterns all over. it suited him, the black and crimson contrasting nicely with the ivory horns protruding from his skull. there were several, gleaming under the low light. a silver piercing glittered as well, a helix on his upper left ear. he was definitely younger, as there were no prominent wrinkles scoured on his facial features. with his close proximity, you could also pick out the indent of a scar as it began on the right corner of his upper lip, descending down.

yet, the most striking feature were his eyes.

they were absolutely radiant, like embers smoldering over a flame. the irises were an amber color, flowing into crimson rings around his pupils.

“tongue tied?” the stranger let out a chuckle, leaning forward, slightly right, so that his mouth was merely centimeters from your ear, “you have nothing to apologize for, love. if anything, i consider this a blessing because you are absolutely beautiful. perhaps we’ll run into one another again sometime. here’s your phone.”

“t-thank you,” you stammer as he placed the phone in your hands, your knees almost buckling, “maybe i will see you again.”

his lips curled into an eager grin, the heat in your cheeks nearly intensifying as you noticed dimples forming, “i’ll look forward to it.”

“see you!” you managed to blurt out before nearly scurrying away, heart beating in your chest.

luckily, you found solace as you spotted rex waiting near the entrance, the rest of the guys nowhere to be found. concern painted his features as his eyes fell on you, lips pursing, brows knit together.

“jesus christ, you look like you just ran into one of your exes. everything okay?”

“i’m fine,” you shake your head, “i’m just ready to go home.”

“me too,” rex wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “come on, let’s go home.”

as the two of you exited ram’s, a breeze rolled through the streets, cooling your heated skin. even though rex was far more intoxicated than you were, you found yourself clutching to his frame, almost leaning on him for support.

whoever that stranger was, he seemed awfully familiar. you felt like you knew him from somewhere, like you had seen his face before. yet, you couldn’t quite place your finger on where exactly you remembered him from. it’s not like he had a forgettable face, he was devastatingly handsome. no one could forget a face like that.

perhaps you’d see him again, and maybe you wouldn’t.

time would only tell.

******

placing your hand on the wood, your heart nearly skipped a beat as the clamor and chatter of voices filled the air.

it was only 9:46 a.m., how was the lecture hall already packed?

hesitantly, you push it open, fighting the urge to turn around and leave as you notice the amount of crowded seats. fourteen minutes until the class began and there were barely any seats left. the spots you preferred, up higher, towards the back, were already well beyond capacity.

carefully, you make your way down the steps, settling for an open row in the middle of the hall. there were only a few students, so you didn’t have to fight your way through the aisle. eventually, you found a spot between a togruta and a mirialan, settling between the two of them.

absentmindedly, you pluck your laptop out of your bag, along with your planner and favorite. however, the realization washes over you as you continue to prep.

was this seat reserved for someone?

“hey,” you cleared your throat, “was this seat filled already?”

“oh no!” the togruta chirped, flashing you a warm smile, “that’s just my girlfriend. we can’t sit by one another in class or else we wouldn’t be able to pay attention.”

“don’t listen to a thing she says,” the mirialan’s voice was soft yet playful as she typed away on her own laptop, “she loves to spread lies about me.”

“that is not true,” the togruta huffed, focusing her attention on you, “she may be the most gorgeous woman in the galaxy but she’s a real pain in my ass. i’m ahsoka tano, by the way.”

“and i’m barriss offee,” the mirialan broke away from her screen, gaze meeting yours, “you made a good choice by sitting here. ahsoka is super intelligent when it comes to these sorts of courses so she’ll probably carry us through this semester. i fare better in the political science courses.”

“please,” ahsoka tutted, pulling out her phone, “she loves to gush about me. it’s honestly embarrassing sometimes. especially right now because you don’t even know us.”

“i think you have a pretty amazing partner if she’s willing to gush about you to complete strangers.”

“see?” barriss leaned over you, sticking out her tongue, “who’s the better girlfriend? i am.”

“be careful sweetheart,” ahsoka reciprocated the gesture, her voice laced with a tease, “we both know how competitive i can be.”

for some reason, you felt drawn to the two as they bantered and flirted, as if you were meant to find them. maybe the three of you could develop a friendship over the course of the semester. besides, you were craving that sort of connection, and these two seemed like the perfect pair to be friends with, as their energy was warm and friendly, almost like old friends from the past.

it also went without a doubt they were a gorgeous pair.

ahsoka tano was one of the togruta species, her complexion an orange hue, head tails striped navy and white, with two montrals poking out. her face was wise, as if she had matured at a young age. the white markings on her forehead were breathtaking: two diamonds complementing a symmetrical shape, the markings trailing down onto her cheeks. ahsoka’s eyes were a bright, crystalline blue, shining with warmth and kindness.

her outfit was simple: a navy tank top paired with a pair of black joggers, the university’s logo stitched on one of the pockets. as her knee bounced, you noticed a pair of white nike air maxes, completing the hues of her clothes.

barriss was almost the opposite of ahsoka, clad in a floral sundress, the pattern bursting with greens, yellows, and purples. it suited her light green complexion, along with her rich blue eyes. her eyes were darker than ahsoka’s, glimmering with intrigue as she surveyed the lecture hall. black diamonds stretched across the bridge of her nose, her lips coated with a black lipstick. tights covered her legs, a chunky pair of doc martens on her feet. a hijab wrapped around her head, the material an inky black silk. barriss carried an aura of elegance and poise, a contrast to ahsoka’s goofy and rambunctious nature.

although the pair were polar opposites, you could tell it was meant to be – almost like the sun and the moon.

you wondered how they met, and how they managed to become such a strongly bonded pair. that aspect was also easy to pick out, as ahsoka looked at barriss with nothing but pure, radiant, love.

“it’s 9:58 and the professor still hasn’t shown up,” barriss muttered, glaring over to her lover, “if he doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes, i hope you know i am leaving.”

“and i hope you know i am going to be right behind you,” ahsoka sighed, leaning back in her seat, “i hope this class isn’t a snoozefest, because my dad was the one who recommended it.”

“who’s your dad?” you inquired, “is he faculty or something?”

“uhhh yes and no?” ahsoka responded, picking at a loose string on her joggers, “he’s the head coach of the men’s rugby team.”

“coach buir?” you gasped, “i know who that is!”

“how do you know him?” ahsoka’s brow furrowed, “not many people around here even know we have a men’s rugby team.”

“well,” you began, sitting up in your seat, “i know him through the rugby guys. rex is my rooma–”

the murmur of your fellow classmates fell into an almost dead silence as the professor entered the room, an aura of concentration settling over the lecture hall in a thick haze. you clicked on the mousepad of your laptop, ensuring that you were prepared for any note taking. absentmindedly, you typed in the date, as well as a title for the note section: first day of class.

“good morning class,” the professor rumbled, his voice clear as it rang through the space, “i am aware that this is a three hundred level course and we have a limited number of weeks to get through course material, but today there will be no lesson.”

“so much for opening my laptop,” you grumbled, earning a hushed giggle from ahsoka and barriss.

“today will be an overview of the syllabus, as well as some icebreakers,” the professor continued, a unanimous groan erupting from the class. the professor chuckled, “i know, we all hate standing up and stating five fun facts about ourselves. but, it helps me remember names. after all, there are about one hundred and fifty of you.”

your eyes drifted up from your laptop screen as you shut it, widening with shock as they fell on him.

your professor was the zabrak you ran into at the bar the night before.

and that zabrak, was none other than professor maul.

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