#My modes are angst or fluff then what ever nightmare fuel this was

[justalittletomato]

Nightmare  (sad Dad!Maul drabble)

A/N: sometimes i write fluffy things, sometimes angsty things, but there are those moments where I get some really sad ideas with bittersweet endings. 

Warning: Nightmares, rats, animal death, implied death, panic attack

*Please let me know if there is anything else i need to tag in this

Also as for the lullaby I had this playing as inspiration from the  Promised Neverland  Isabella’s Lullaby https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTJjtSP-ORc&list=RDrTJjtSP-ORc&index=1&ab_channel=Lindea 

Synopsis: Nightmares can emulate small fears or concerns but when Maul is involved his nightmares make it hard to tell what’s real and what’s not. 

 It started with a scratch, an odd sound, but then again the palace was full of such occurrences, there were so many places that creaked and echoed.

Likely noises that might disturb his little one’s sleep.  Maul reaches a hand out, hoping to reassure his little one he was near. Instead of the soft purple blanket his hand touched a metal surface. Maul immediately opened his eyes, rather than  the tiny baby there was a  beady eyed rat, its jagged teeth bared at him. The loathful creature screeched  as it gnawed into the trash its fur black and slick with who knows what.

No.

The metal surface was rusted under him, he dared to look around, mounds of trash and decay, the same beady eyes rats scurrying around him. all screeching and fighting another off for scraps.

No.

A fire, a pitiful thing  burned in the center of the underground hovel its flames throwing shadows around, each gnarled and twisted. Its light revealing the decrepit waste that had been his domain for more than 10 years.

Lotho Minor, he was back on Lotho minor.  

He struggled to get up only to fall back down, Maul looked back, the tangled spider body he had fashioned was now a part of him again, twisted and put together in haste, rusted and stitched together like a macabre sketch,  maybe it always was present. He could feel every poke and ache in his bones and skin, ever present and forcing him to claw at his own flesh to rid of it.

He must have dreamed  of his supposed brother.

he had never been to the planet Mandalore.

He did not conquer it with is brother at his side.

His mind was cruel enough to dream up of Y/N. He felt sick.

It seemed ironic that his mind dubbed her starlight,  something to be wished on always out of reach.

It dawned on him that his mind also was twisted enough to conjure up that little one.

Of course he couldn’t have that, his mind was the only thing to both gift and curse him with the dream of  having that little one who smiled when he saw him and reach up with his tiny hands to be held.

He was nothing, he was fear and filth once again. All that spilled from his lips were screams, no words, just pained screaming.  

He gripped at the horns that had long been neglected, grown too long and gnarled and continued to scream.  

He had never left, and nothing could get him out not even dreaming.

The being originally known as Darth Maul crushed yet another rat in his grip, almost mindlessly, letting it weakly gasp its last breath as it went cold in his hand.

He heard another scratch from behind him, this was one sounded different to the screeching of the rats.

He moved away from the pile of bodies he left to rot. The scratch morphed, it sounded odd, like crying, Maul grew angry at it what dared come in here, the sounds emitted from the nearby pile of metal and trash.

Whatever it  was, it was crying.

Not for long.

Maul pulled away at the plates and debris, it was definitely crying, underneath it all a bundle of blankets wriggled  a purple knit blanket with the crying creature inside, Maul growled at it, the crying intensified, the sounds grating his ears.

HE WANTED TO SILENCE IT. He clawed at the bundle, pulling it out from the junk.

A small red face looked up at him wide eyed and teary, Maul snarled at the face causing the creature to scream in terror.  

He screamed back at it.

It again only cried louder, the sounds echoing through the walls of metal and forgotten relics left to rot.  

HE WAS TIRED OF IT 

Maul raised an arm, his claws at the ready  to end its crying once and for all,

“Oh don’t cry little one, Mommy’s here.”

Maul opens his eyes, there’s no fire, or the sounds of scurrying rats, his body isn’t prickling and the room smells of spiced tea.  It is colder than he would like but he is bundled in blankets, their touch soft on his skin, he looks about him the bed is empty. Maul couldn’t breathe and threw off the covers, his legs were metal yes but only two, and not spider like appendages. He covers his mouth to give out a soft cry of relief.

“Shh, little one Daddy’s sleeping.”  Y/n’s voice carries into the room he’s in, Mauls follows it like a lifeline his hands touching the walls to assure himself that this was real.  

She is sitting at the bow window, the pale moon behind her. It’s light not bright enough to illuminate the whole room but enough to bring comfort to a mind plagued by nightmares. She is dressed in a satin night gown that practically glows with the light of the moon behind her, it’s almost a holy sight to the images Maul has had in his mind. Y/N is focused on the purple blanket in her arms,  its tiny occupant whimpering as his mother gently soothes him with a soft lullaby.  Maul grips onto the door, the sound has Y/N look up with an apologetic smile, “Sorry darling someone just…Maul?” 

She moves to stand. He’s gripping onto the door staring at them as if he was seeing a ghost, terrified and with no light in the golden eyes she loved so much. She steps forward  only for Maul to rush towards them and embrace them both, mindful of the small bundle between them, Maul has a hand in her hair and presses his forehead to hers. “You’re real. I didn’t dream it all.” he’s shaking as he weakly coraks the words out.

He recalled the last moments in that dreaded place, he had almost, he sees his child nestled in Y’/N’s arms crying , he had just wanted silence.

She wants to cry now, what tortures did his mind give him? 

“Maul, breathe, just take a breath. Yes, we’re real my love.” She is kissed all over her face, he says something she doesn’t understand and swears that tears are dropping onto her cheeks. Y/N  can hear his breathing get harsher struggling to even let out small gasps, “Maul sit, sit and breath.”

She gently nudged him Maul more or so collapsed  onto the seat by the window and tried to breath. She sat next to him, still holding onto the whimpering bundle with her arm bringing maul close to her so he knows she is real and touching him, “My poor boys are having such a night,” she tries her best to hush them both. Y/N considers another option, “ Maul hold out your arms but remember breathe”

Maul does as asked as Y/N places thier son in his arms, the familiar weight a comfort.  This time he looks at the tiny red face and accepts that his crying right now and finally breaths in fully in a shuddering gasp . He knew what he had done in that hellscape. He r reaches to stroke the little ones face, soft and warm. Something he couldn’t think of harming, he rocks the little one close to his hearts.

This is real. This is now.

The little one still whimpers and maul os still crying silently. his starlight wrap her arms around them both and begins to sing her lullaby for the both of them, not caring as her own tears begin to fall.  

They will talk about the nightmare later, right now all Maul needed was to know was that Y/N and Cress were very real and they were all together.

[retrobhaddie]

The apocalypse

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You’re the only one left after everyone died because of solar flares, after 6 years of living alone and surving you meet Peter who says he came from long before the apocalyps.

Warning: death, soltitude, angst, fluff, language, mention of blood, suicidal thoughts

A/n: Since this is something about the future I made somethings up. Electric plasma doesn’t exist but there will most likely be no oil left and I needed a liquid fuel and biofuels were no option.

word count: 1580

It’s the year 2193, meaning that it happend six years ago. You remember the day like it’s yesterday.

“Y/n hurry up we’re going to miss the train” you mother says. “I’m coming mom” you grab your phone and shove it in your back. You quicky descend the staircase. “Let’s go honey” your mother walks out the door, but something isn’t right. Her skin starts to burn the moment she touches the light. An agonizing shreek errupts from her and she falls to the ground. “MOM! MOM! Are you okay? Mom please” You try to shake her awake but nothing happens.

You look around and see that all the houses are burning to the ground and a wave of screams hit your ears. It was the beginning of the end.

That day everyone you ever knew died, nobody was left except for you. In all those years you haven’t seen a single human being, so it was obvious for you that you are the only person left.

You slump back in the beach chair that was still usable and grab a glass of wine. Thank god that foodstorage is mostly underground else you would never survive.

“Ahhh” a content sigh leaves your lips, the red liquid feels nice filling you up. Some might say you drink too much but there’s nobody to say that so you keep drinking. You hear a rumbling from a few meters away. You grab your gun and walk stealth mode to the origin of the noise.

“What the fuck” you mutter under your breath, from all the things you’ve expected to see it wasn’t a man in a skin tight red suit. “Who are you?” you demand the answer from the stranger. He turns around, his head is covered as well. You raise your gun protectively.

“Woah woah miss please put that down” the man holds his hands up in surrender and only now you know that he’s around your age. “Who are you?” you seeth not showing any sign of the fear that is building up in your chest. “I’m Spider-man” he says making you furrow your eyebrows.

“Who?” you tilt your head. “Spider-man? I can climb walls and shoot webs” you shake your head slightly. “Awh come on” he huffs in defeat.

“Take off your mask” you tell him. “What no! What if someone else sees us?” he exclaims. “Someone else? I’m the only one left, or so I thought” you whisper the last part. “What do you mean? What happend?”

“What I like to call ‘the apocalypse’ solar flares killed everyone” you explain to him. “You mean everyone is dead?” he looks hurt. Who wouldn’t he just found out everyone he ever loved died. “Yup it happend in 2187, six years ago” you mumble. “What but that would mean it’s 2193”

“Yeah so” you squint your eyes and look at him for an explanation. “I’m from the year 2019” his breathing starts to be ragged and his chest is heaving. He rips of his mask showing you a boy your age, more beautiful than the upcoming sun.

“Hey it’s okay” you try to soothe him, but 6 years of solitude aren’t great stimulators for social skills. “I’m going to help you get back okay” you run your hand through his soft curls. “How will you do that?” he snicks. “Do you really think I haven’t been trying to go to another time?” you smile. “You have a time machine?” he asks happy. “One in progress, I need your help with it”

~2 weeks later~

“Hey Y/n” Peter says from his chair. “Yeah what’s up” you down your glass of scotch. “How come you drink so much” You hoped so much that he wouldn’t mention that. It would mean you would have to explain how it felt to see your family and friends die in front of you and you’re not sure if you could do that without crying. “To forget” you mumble softly. “To forget what?” he doesn’t seem to notce that it’s a touchy subject for you, but you dont blame him. “Everything. What happend, who died, how it happend and that I was the only one left” a tear threatens to fall.

“I’m sorry” Peter apologizes. “No it’s not your fault. It’s mine. They are all dead. Why am I the one who had to survive/ Why couldn’t I just die with the rest” He places his arm around you and gently holds you while you sob in his shirt.

~1 month later~

“Pete! Can you hand me the screwdriver” you shout from below the machine. “Sure thing” he hands you the object. “So y/n,,, I was thinking” Peter nervously stumbles over his words. “Yeah Peter?” you push yourself away with your car creeper and a big smudge of electric plasma on your face.

The fact that you look so adorable doesn’t help Peter with his stuttering, in fact it only got worse. “So I uhhh,, thought,, we know eachother for a month”

“Hey Peter it’s okay just say it” you softly place your hand on his shoulder and a soft reassuring smile covers your lips. “Do you want to go on a date with me” he blurts out in one time. “I would love to” you jump up, almost falling in the process, and kiss Peter’s cheek making him blush.

That night you and Peter have your date. It wasn’t near perfect since there is a lack of proper food, but you make it work.

“Peter, can you tell me more about your home?” you ask him soft, after the time you know him, he told you a lot but you love the stories. “Sure. Well, uhm, after I first met Mr. Stark he tried to open the door for me, but I thought it was a hug, so I hugged him. It was one of the most embarrassing things to happen to me” Peter chuckles at the memory with his mentor.

“I can’t wait to meet him” you bite your lip, you never really thought about how it would be to meet them. You’re from the future of course there is a little bit of information about the avengers but after them a lot of other heroes came. So there is a lot you don’t know as well.

Peter’s arm extends over the table to grab your and you gladly accept. You give his hand a gentle squeeze, “We’re going to get you home”

He slowly leans over the table and you follow, your lips are a few milimeters away from eachother. You lean a bit closer and let your lips brush with his. He quickly reconnects them in a long passionate kiss. His tongue slides along your lips and you gasp making room for his tongue to enter.

It’s not like you mind it, but it was a shock that the sweet guy you met was immediately kissing you like this on the first date. After a while you slowly back away needing your breath. “Wow” you breath out making Peter chuckle. “Was that okay?” he asks nervous. “Okay? Holy shit that was good” you wave your arms around. “You’re overreacting” Peter shaked his head. “I guess I will need a refreshment to know for sure” you wink at him. “S-Sure” he stutters slowly coming your way again. After you share another deep kiss, you pull away and mutter “nope it’s still really good” against his lip.

~3 months later~

You twist and turn on the ground. A layer of sweat has formed on your forehead. “No no no, please don’t go, please” these few words you keep saying on repeat. All the movement and mumbling wakes Peter up. He looks over to where you’re laying. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out that you’re having a nightmare. Peter gently shakes you awake. You jump up and look around with your eyes filled with fear. “Y/n, it’s okay, nobody will hurt you. you’re safe” Peter says with a soothing tone and eventhough those words had nothing to do with the dream you relax.

~1 year later~

“Peter! We’re done” you shout happy. You run up to him and give him a peck on the lips. “You can almost go home” you smile. “Yes and we can have some normal food” Peter chuckles. “I love you Peter” You look at him lovingly. “I love you too y/n” he connects your lips again and it’s something that would never grow old. “Let’s go?” you ask him. “Let’s go” he nods his head. Both of you take place in the so called time machine and you set the correct time. This way you’re back at the exact time Peter disappeared. Peter hits the big red button and the machine does his thing.

Soon enough you find yourself in an building that looks new but seems old. “Are we here?” you ask your boyfriend. “Yeah we are this is the avengers compound” he states.

“Hey Pete what are you doing here? Who’s that? What are you wearing?” a man with a goatee and sunglasses walks in the room. “Mr. Stark” Peter runs up to him and engulfs him in a hug. After he lets go Peter says. “This is my girlfriend y/n, I met her in the future”

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