#darth maul fanfic

[ivorydragoness44]

Darth Maul x Reader: That's Mine

Word Count: 525 Warnings/Notes: Reader is feeling playful and takes Maul’s lightsaber. Light verbal warning, nose nudges, and a brief kiss. I’m keeping the original title for this. I think this was supposed to go in a slightly different direction, but it’s been a few years since I had written this idea for a fanfic. Summary: The Reader is feeling playful and decides to take Maul’s lightsaber. Maul watches them closely and asks for it back, but they refuse.

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  Moods. Changing like a tide and largely affected by a greater outside force.   As your day progressed, you found yourself in a rather teasing and playful mood. It was a wonder why you took so long to find Maul. He had not moved for quite some time. The holopad within his grasp had been holding his attention with a variety of news outlets. The holopad, however, was not what you were after.   Locking your eyes on your target, you moved stealthy forward casually. The long silver hilt of his lightsaber hung on his belt, nearly motionless.   Even if you were to make an actual effort in being sneaky, it would not work. He was always aware. Always. Force or no Force, you were sure it was natural for him.   Walking by him, you gingerly reached out and snatched the weapon off of his belt.

  Maul rose a brow ridge, his eyes chasing the motion of your hand. At the sound of him setting the holopad on the table in front of him, you turned around, pausing your movements with a hidden smile.   Overlooking your posture, he likewise sensed your demeanor. He studied you, something he found himself doing occasionally. Eyes flickering around your face, he stopped. “My lightsaber,” he requested with a sigh. But you made no indication that you were going to move.   Slowly, he approached. I’m only going to ask you once more.“   You shook your head in refusal, smiling. Though when he got within arm’s reach, you swiftly hid the hilt behind your back with both hands.   Maul stood stoic in front of you. With his closeness, you could feel both his body heat and his breath as he exhaled smoothly. All the while, neither of you broke eye contact.   Placing his hands on your shoulders, Maul slid them all the way down your arms. When his hands reached yours, they molded over yours in a gentle grip.

  Another moment of staring at the other, you finally made a move. A simple nudge, from the tip of your nose to his.   Maul’s face relaxed and his shoulders followed suit, and hung low. Adoringly, he smiled at you and nose nudged you back. It was brief, but as you kissed him sweetly, his breath caught. Would he ever get used to such an action? A gesture that he obviously returned.   Slipping one of your hands out from under his, you offered his lightsaber.   He took it almost leisurely, and clipped it back onto his belt. With his other hand, he continued to hold yours, bringing them to your sides and out of hiding.   “Do you need to return to your holopad?”   “Not presently,” he voiced silkily, his free hand lightly pushing against your lower back until you closed the small gap of space between the pair of you.   You hummed contently. “Maybe I should spoil you,” you thought aloud. Resting a hand along his arm, you gave his bicep a teasing squeeze.   As important as his lightsaber was, it was only a tool for Maul to use. You were exceedingly more important. Someone he cared about, and who cared about him in return.

[daddy-issues-99]

Darth Maul x f!reader smut

TW: pet play, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, spit, bdsm, oral (m receiving), praise, p in v, degration, slapping/spanking

Words: 1.3k

Being the ruler of Mandalor was obviously a difficult and strenuous job. It required constant attention and authority: no room for compassion or pleasure. That's why he kemp you.

One of the benefits of being the ruler of Mandalor was the gifts: weapons, prizes, precious stones, and of course, you. The perfect toy for the perfect ruler.

Maul walked back to his room after demanding and irritating day. he needed to relieve some stress, take his anger out. Take his anger out on you. His favorite toy.

He barged into his quarters, slamming and locking the door behind him. He turned and walked towards a small but luxurious cage in the corner of his room where you neatly sat with your hands placed gently in your lap, looking up at him with innocent eyes. "Good evening, Master." You said in a gentle voice.

Maul quickly unlocked the cage, ignoring your greeting and grabbed you by the intricate collar around your neck and pulled you out of your cage.

Maul pulled you up by your collar and held it tightly between his forefingers. He shifted his hand to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing it. "Such a beautiful specimen." He whispered, examining your features. His tender demeaner quickly vanished when he quickly shoved you down onto the hard floor so you were on your knees.

"Open. Now." He said in a harsh and stern voice. You happily obliged and opened, sticking your tongue out, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Good girl" He wrapped his hand around your hair, holding on tight enough to hurt before spitting into your mouth. "Swallow, whore." He said in a degrading voice. You happily obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as proof, earning a satisfied smirk from Maul.

Maul quickly unbuttoned his pants with his free hand, still gripping your hair with the other. He pushed his boxers down, reveling his half hard cock, stroking it a few times with his free hand. "Lets see if you can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use." He pushed the tip of his cock against your lips. "Open" You placed your hands around the base of his cock before eagerly taking it in your mouth causing Maul to let out an earthy growl of pleasure, tightening his grip on your hair.

You slowly started to bob your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He looked down at you with a sadistic smirk and roughly thrusts his hips, causing you to gag again. "fucking whore." He moaned out in a harsh voice, starting to move your head at his own pace.

You looked up at him with watery eyes as he roughly thrusted into you, spit and tears running down your face as he looked down at you with a satisfied smirk.

You moved your hands to his thighs for support as he roughly thrusted into you, your jaw starting to hurt. You could deny though that this was amazing. Him using you in the hopes of him claiming you, breeding you. The thought alone made you shiver. You slowly moved your hand down and into your skirt, moving your panties aside to shove one finger inside you, causing you to let out a small moan of pleasure.

You slowly thrusted your finger inside your slick walls, curling it to hit just the right spot before moving to your sensitive clit. Your eyes fell closed as you slowly circled your clit, wishing it was Maul. However, the second after you closed your eyes Maul instantly stopped thrusting and pulled his cock from your mouth. You looked up at him with a confused expression, hand still in your skirt.

Maul looked down at you with a furious expression before slapping you hard across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "You imbecilic whore." He spat out, circling over you with a menacing presence. He quickly grabbed your wrist from your skirt and pulled you up from the ground, holding on so tightly it hurt. "You think you can just touch yourself you without my permission?" He ask in an enraged voice.

"No- no Master, I'm sorry! I just wanted to-" Before you could even finish your sentence maul flung you towards the bed. "I have no need for your pathetic excuses. On the bed. Now!" He yelled, absolutely furious. You quickly got on to the bed and on your hands and knees as per usual instruction but you didn't think that this was gonna be as pleasurable as usual.

He positioned himself behind you and roughly grabbed your hips, lining himself up with your needy cunt. "You want to cum? You want my cock? Then lets see how much you can take." He said through gritted teeth and plunged into you without warning, not bothering to give you time to adjust before roughly thrusting into you.

You moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as your head fell to the plush pillows below you. Maul pounded into you at a ruthless pace in a primal, animalistic fashion, no longer caring about your pleasure.

He harshly slapped your ass and roughly massaged your flesh as he plunged into you at a extraneous pace, slamming into your cervix with every thrust.

You gripped the sheets for dear life, letting out moans of a mix of pain and pleasure. The flesh of your ass was painful and red, your hips hurting from his solid grip that you both knew would leave a bruise, and your orgasm was fast approaching.

Maul quickly wrapped his hand tightly around your throat and pulled you back against his chest, letting out an animalistic growl. "Does my pet want to cum?" He asked in a rough voice. All you could do was nod and babble out a desperate plea. "Yes, master" You said through a breathy moan. His grip only tightened on your throat. "Are you going to touch yourself again?" He asked as he quickened his pace, hitting just the right spot. All that managed to come out of your mouth was a strangled moan as your orgasm crashed into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Maul held tightly onto your throat as you milked his cock through your orgasm, leaving you a panting mess.

He quickly turned you over onto your back, grabbing your wrists and holding them over your head with his right hand. "Don't you ever forget your place. You are nothing more than a worthless fucktoy for me. Do. You. Understand?" He asked through gritted teeth, slamming his cock into you. You quickly nodded and let out a breathy moan "Yes, master" He smirked and quickly moved his free hand to quickly circle your clit. "Good girl"

Within seconds you were already approaching your second orgasm. His quick and rough pace was all you needed to send you over the edge for the second time. He continued to quickly circle your clit as you screamed his name, milking his cock for the second time.

Maul buried his face in the crook of your neck and bit down hard on your shoulder, causing you to let out a cry of pain as his own orgasm followed, coating your walls with his seed.

After a moment he lifted his head and looked down at you. "I am the only one who can bring you pleasure. Don't you dare tough yourself with out my permission again. Is that understood?" He asked in a stern voice.

You lazily nodded, "Yes, Master" You said in a breathy, tired voice. He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk and pulled out of you, letting his cum seep down your thigh.

"Good, girl"

[mando-cyare]

Bad Habit

This is the second version of something i posted a while ago. This is Maul from my Ink Stains series, a Tattoo Artist AU for Maul and his brothers. The previous version is still my header for the time being. I made a more complex tattoo design for his wrist, trying to mimic the other canon tattoos he has.

If you're interested in reading this AU, you can find it HERE

Done in procreate.

[sweetfictionalworld]

My Lord (Darth Maul x Female Reader Smut)

Summary: When Maul took over the throne of Mandalore, you knew your best option was to surrender after watching him kill Duchess Satine. What could you do after all? You were powerless against the powers he possessed.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Dub-Con, Dom/sub, Unprotected Sex, Violence, Force-Choking.

Author's notes: Just pretend Mother Talzin fixed Maul up with a lower body of flesh and bone, okay?

"Do you swear allegiance to me?"

"Yes, My Lord." Prime Minister Almec got down to his knees and bowed his head.

"Yes, My Lord," you spoke, your voice barely beyond a whisper as you kneeled before the new ruler or Mandalore. You glanced up at Maul, your breath leaving your lungs at the look he gave you. His eyebrow was raised, his lips curved into a slight smile as his eyes drank in the sight of you. You quickly averted your gaze to the floor again, your cheeks burning as a familiar ache pooled in the pit of your stomach. There was something about him that you found utterly attractive. Perhaps it was his commanding charisma and authority you found appealing or simply the fact he had the power to kill you with a simple snap of his hand.

"Y/n, is it?" You jumped at the sound of your name, your heart hammering wildly as you looked up at him again.

"Y-Yes, My Lord."

"You were Duchess Satine's personal aide, were you not?"

"Yes, My Lord."

Maul smiled. "Perfect. Then, you shall be mine."

A rush of arousal surged through your sex as he spoke the word "mine." You closed your eyes, nodding at your new Lord.

"Yes, My Lord."

Maul's soft chuckle vibrated through the air, sending ripples through your body. "Excellent. Everyone, leave us. I need to speak with my aide alone."

You held your breath as everyone left, your eyes flickering, but looked firmly at the floor as Maul started stalking around you in a circle.

"Stand up."

You instantly obeyed and felt as if an invisible force ordered you—something else than the dark force. Your cheeks burned as Maul stepped closer, still circling you, slowly, like a predator stalking their prey.

"Will you obey me in all things, my dear?" Maul whispered right beside your ear, his hot breath licking the skin on your nape.

"Y-Yes, My Lord," you whispered back, gulping as you felt your entire body tremble from the closeness of his body behind you.

"All things?"

"Y-Yes, My Lord."

"Good. Good." Maul leaned down, inhaling your scent. You closed your eyes and took a quivering breath as another wave of arousal flooded through your core as the touch of his breath sent a trail of goosebumps across your skin.

"You can leave now. And send in the Prime Minister. I need to speak with him."

Flashing your eyes open, you looked at him confused, but Maul only had a smug grin on his face as he returned to sit on the throne.

"Yes, My Lord," you said and bowed before you left the great hall. Once the door closed behind you, you relaxed your shoulders and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. What was that about?

Maul continued to tease you for weeks. Little hints here and there. Words whispered into your ear how beautiful you looked in the dresses he bought for you. A slight touch of his fingers or his hand on your lower back as he walked beside you. His smirks haunting, taunting you until your body was practically begging for him to take you. Yes, he certainly seemed to enjoy this little frustrating game he played with you.

One day, Maul returned home frustrated over something. He barked at the guards more than usual and banged the door close behind him using the force.

"Y/n?! Where are you?! I need you here, now!!!"

You heard his shouting throughout the castle, his voice vibrating through the walls into your room. You hurried to the great wall with your breath in your throat, closed the door behind you before kneeling at his feet.

"My Lord."

Maul watched your kneeling form beneath him, his gaze licking the shape of your body dressed in the tight, black dress he'd bought for you. It was so easy to play you into his will, so easy to manipulate your submissive mind. Back on his home planet, the males might be the submissive ones, but here it was different. Here, he had all the control. And there was nothing he loved more.

"Undress."

A pang of heat rushed through you at his words, and you flickered your eyes as you looked up at him.

"W-What?"

An instant flash of anger burned in Maul's eyes, and he lifted his hand. Your eyes widened when you felt the invisible force around your throat, forcing you up on your feet. You were choking, struggling for breath as your frightened eyes stared at Maul. He had a wicked smirk on his face as he locked your arms behind your back with the force, leaving you completely at his mercy.

"M-My Lord...please...," you begged through his choking, but shamefully felt how wet you had become.

Maul tilted his head as he let go of your throat. Your head fell down and you gasped for air, felt his fingers on your chin, lifting your head up.

"You said you would obey me in all things, did you not?"

"Yes, My Lord," you whispered and looked up at him, met his eyes looking mockingly down at you.

"Well, I want you to undress for me."

You bit down on your lip and closed your eyes. What options did you really have? He would kill you if you didn't obey. That much you knew. And besides...wasn't this what you wanted after all? Opening your eyes, you took a deep breath as you looked up at him and nodded.

"Excellent," Maul purred and let go of your arms. You slumped down on the floor as the force left you. Rising to your feet, you started disrobing your dress, slowly pushing the straps down your shoulders and sliding the tight material down your body. Shyly, you glanced up at Maul and his expression caused another wave of arousal between your legs. His yellow eyes looked transfixed on the naked skin your hands laid bare for him. It spurred you on, his apparent attraction for you encouraging your boldness. A smile tugged on your lips as you removed your bra and let it drop to the floor. Next to disappear from your body were your panties, and then you stood naked before your Lord.

"Beautiful. Absolutely exquisite," Maul mumbled as he circled to stand behind you, his thumb and finger rolling a nipple between his fingers, pinching it lightly. You gasped as the sudden pain sent a pleasurable surge to your core and you had to press your trembling thighs together. Maul noticed it and chuckled.

"I can smell your arousal, little human," he rasped into your ear as his other hand moved down between your legs, his fingers playing with your clit. A soft moan escaped your lips and your hips bucked against his hand. Maul snickered and ran his fingers through your folds, gathering the wetness pooling there.

"So wet and needy," Maul grinned and lifted his fingers to his mouth, sticking out his tongue and flicking it across his finger, tasting your arousal. You mewled at the sight and pressed your thighs together to ease the ache now throbbing violently with need to have his cock inside you.

"Your thoughts betray you, little one," Maul mused into your ear before he walked over to the throne and sat down. "You want my cock? You'll have to earn it first."

All your previous shyness was gone. All you cared about now was how much you wanted him inside you. Smirking, you lowered yourself to your hands and knees and started crawling over to him. A smirk curled the corner of Maul's lip as he watched you crawl over to him like a cat in heat. So obedient you were, so eager to please your Master. You stopped between his parted legs and looked up at him with the submissive, innocent gaze you knew he craved.

"Go ahead, little one. Get that cock into your mouth."

Biting your lip, you opened his trousers, your mouth watering as his long, glorious cock bounced out. It looked just as you'd imagined, black with the same red markings covering his body. Darting your tongue out, you looked up into his yellow eyes as you swirled it around the tip of his cock, earning a grunt in return. You smirked and took the cock head into your mouth, sucked it between your lips, teasing him until he gave what you wanted.

Maul groaned and took the back of your head in his hand, pushing you down on his cock with one, forceful thrust. You gagged, your eyes widening as the Sith shoved his cock down your throat. Maul growled, the sound resonating throughout the room, pulsating in your clit, cunt throbbing to be filled.

"That's it, little human...take it like a good girl."

Maul took a painful grip on your hair, holding your head still as he started thrusting into your mouth. He buried his cock down your throat so deeply your vision got blurry and saliva drooled down your chin as you desperately choked for air.

Maul growled and yanked you away from his cock. You stared up at him with wide eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. Maul leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours, kissing you violently and smearing your saliva all over his lips. You mewled into the kiss, gasped as Maul suddenly lifted you up on his lap and impaled you on his cock.

"Fuck!!!" you cried out and arched your back as Maul's cock stretched you out and filled you up.

"Oh, you like that, my dear?" Maul chuckled darkly, watching your quivering body as he buried himself balls deep inside you. "I asked you a question!" he snarled, took a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back. His other hand was on your waist, forcing you in place on his cock.

"Yes!" you shrieked at the pain on your scalp, struggling to break free from his grip, his cock buried deep inside you, making you feel so full.

"Yes, what?!"

"I love it! I love your cock inside me, Master!"

"That's right. And it's the only cock you'll ever feel."

Maul let go of your hair, his hand landing on the other side of your hip as he started pounding up into your cunt. You held onto his shoulders, your entire body trashing like a ragdoll as he fucked you hard, ferociously. You lost your mind in a pleasurable haze, all your thoughts dismantling in a cloudy fog as pleasure consuming you. A few seconds later, Maul roared as he fucked you over the edge, his cum pumping into your spasming pussy.

You slumped down on Maul's still clothed chest with a satisfied smile, feeling his cock slide out of you along with his cum.

Maul watched your naked form snuggling up against his body, his hands gently stroking your hips. He kept staring at you as something filled his chest. Something soft and warm and...Maul shook his head, frowning at the sickening feelings inside him. He grabbed your arms and lifted your upper body away from his chest.

"You did good. Now, run along, little human. I have business to attend to. I'll summon you when I need you again."

A shadow of disappointment washed over you, but you quickly regained your bearings. Maul was a Sith, of course he didn't care about you. This was all about him and his needs. Quickly, you got dressed while Maul sat on the throne, looking bored and waiting for you to leave already. You bit on your lip and pushed back your tears as you walked out of the room and closed the door behind you.

Maul watched the closed door with a troublesome feeling in his gut. Then, he blinked his eyes and pushed these strange feelings away as a smirk spread across his face. He felt so much better after this little rendezvous, so much more focused and calm. Yes, he would have use of you whenever he needed to relieve some stress. His exquisite little human.

[memoiich]

꧁ℛℯ𝒹 𝓋ℯ𝓁𝓋ℯ𝓉 ꧂

Summary ❥you are on a mission with your best friend and his master to mandelore since there has been a assassination plot against the dutchess Satine . On a gala ball you find yourself talking with a stranger that will give you a night to remember

Wc ❥ 7k

Tw ❥fluff to smut with a lil angst here and there

“Do you like it?” Satine asked, looking at you hopefully. You looked at yourself in the giant golden mirror in front of you. It was about the hundred dress you had worn today, you could still see the fabric corpses all over the room behind you. ''It never fitted me right. The neckline didn't really work for me,” Satine informed you “but on you, it’s stunning.” you looked at her face in the mirror and she did indeed look flabbergasted “I don’t know Satine, isn’t the dress a bit too tight. I'm a Jedi you know!” Satine looked at you knowingly “Come on, being a jedi doesn't mean you have to look like my mother.” She walked back into her ensuite closet, “Plus Obi-Wan and master Qui Gon Jinn are both wearing formal apparel, so you will stand out in your jedi robes and you know it.” She strutted up to you holding a golden necklace with a blood red droplet hanging from it. “Some people might also be uncomfortable with the Jedi being there. Some might see it as a statement” she hung the necklace over your shoulders.“I just don't know about all these things.” You gestured to all the riches around you. Satine rolled her eyes and clasped the necklace around your neck.”I'm going to get dressed now myself. When I get back, I want to see the confident young woman that I know.” She walked back to her walking closet as handmaid's rushed in to help the dutchess.

Leaving you alone with your thoughts. The dress in question was a long red velvet gown with a deep v-line that showed off a fair bit of skin, the gown was held together in the back by 2 thin golden chains leaving your back bare entirely. There was a slit that ran up your leg until mid thigh.The blood droplet was sitting right in the middle of your chest and you couldn’t deny that you looked the best you ever had (probably). Your padawan braid was held up by a golden clip that Satine had put in ages ago. Your lightsaber tucked away in its holster on your hip. You didn’t look like a jedi anymore and you didn’t know how to feel about that .

Satine flowed back over to you, her light blue gown making her look royal yet graceful at the same time. “I am excited to see what my handmaidens did with them.” She referred to the two men, seeing as said handmaids weren’t with her anymore you couldn’t help but quip, “I know Obi-Wan is excited to see you again.” Satine flushed a bit but collected herself quickly “We cannot let them wait up any longer” she said and scurried out making you catch up to her.

Qui Gon Jinn and Obi wan were indeed dressed in suits. Qui Gon in browns and greens meanwhile Obi Wan wore a white and light green suit. But you noticed something, a little light blue pocket square peaking out. You tried to catch satine’s eye but were unsuccessful.what you did see, was a green and gold bracelet that looked brand new as in “5 weeks” new. But they weren’t a couple of course not…

Satine walked in front of the tree of you towards the main ballroom. Obi wan was staring at her with that love sick look on his face. You poked his side ,making him look at you instead “If you want to be set out of the jedi order, I would definitely continue.“ you whispered at him mischievously. Obi Wan glanced over towards Qui gon whispering back “Do you think he noticed?” “I don't know, he's your master” he let out a sigh. You tugged at your dress, since it had crunched up a little on the sides. “Do you think she likes me?” Obi Wan asked, embarrassed.

Before you could answer his question, trumpets ran out. “The duchess of mandalore, Satine Kryze” and immediately the ball began. Satine was rushed away by some of her council to attend to more political matters leaving the three of you alone .Qui Gon laid a hand on both of yours and Obi Wan's shoulder, “I will be over there” he pointed towards a few men near the front of the hall,who were waving at him . “You two will spread out over the ball and keep an eye out for suspicious activity” he walked off only to turn around again “And don’t forget to have some fun.” he finished with a wink. Turning around and vanishing into the sea of people.

“I'm going to presume you’re taken that side” you said while pointing towards Satines general direction. Obi Wan rolled his eyes, “I will take that side since it's my job to protect the duchess” you let out a laugh. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, bud” you giggled. “I'm going to be over there, before the good stuff gets taken” Obi Wan followed your gaze to the grazing table at the other side of the dance hall. You heard his laugh as you walked off.

Navigating through the landscape of the dancers wasn’t easy or comfortable, you felt a few sets of eyes on you from the moment you walked in but that was expected since you looked jaw dropping in red velvet. You felt a tap on your shoulder, leading you to turn around quickly. A man with slick blond hair was now standing in front of you. “A woman as beautiful as you should have a dance partner” he spoke with arrogance only a dimwit could hold.“I'm presuming you have a name?”you snarled back.The man laughed obnoxiously, “of course I have, Sweetheart, Pre Vizsla is my name” you rolled your eyes. You were missing your Jedi robes greatly, they kept the scum of man away from you while keeping you warm. Both of these things weren’t met by the red garment you had on . Then you felt his hand on your side, and with Jedi's reflex, you slapped his hand away, making him groan in pain. “I'm not interested in this dance and in you as a partner.I would appreciate it if you left me alone.”You held your head high. If looks could kill, Vizsla would have died right there. But unfortunately, he took the smart option and backed away, grumbling to himself.

Traveling further through the constantly shifting terrain,you finally got to the grazing table and to your surprise and enjoyment they had your favorite, red velvet, the superior cake in the universe. Sadly they were placed on the other side of the table and instead of walking around to get them you decided to place a hand on the middle of the table and lean over to get one. “You don’t need to try so hard,“ A man's voice rang out. You saw red once again, this spineless man couldn’t catch a hint if it hit him in the head.”If you don’t back off right now, I will punch you.”

you looked over to who you had presumed to be pre Vizsla. Only to be met with a red zebrak instead, who didn’t look impressed. “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else “you stammered out embarrassed,to your surprise the guy laughed at that “i don't know what to say, a jedi with anger issues“. You wondered for a moment how he knew you were a jedi but while reaching for the cakes the slit in your dress had been opened a bit more, revealing your dangling lightsaber on your hip. “I don’t have anger issues,I just hate spineless men” The man was still smirking like a loth-cat.You couldn't lie that he was intriguing.

“If I ask you for your name would you give it to me?” you asked the horned creature. “Why should I?" He said while picking up a fruit fork “Could you hand me that bowl?” He twirled the fork towards a giant bowl full of varos to your left. You took the fruit fork out of his hand, which startled him a little. You picked what you thought was the second best piece and handed it back to him “My gratitude knows no bonds” he said sarcastically “well if that is so,then tell me your name” you asked back and took the best piece of varos for yourself. “Maul” he stated casually. You repeated his name and bit the fruit.

You had never tasted it yourself but it was one of Qui Gon’s favorites, you didn’t expect it to be so juicy . It was dripping down your chin when Maul started talking” you never ate varos before have you?” He gave you a napkin out of one of his pockets “is it that clear?” you asked while drying your chin with the black cloth. Maul laughed at that. “most people that do eat veros often,don't just bite into it”he picked up a glass while still holding the fruit in his left hand and then hit the glass with his fork. You watched as the juice leaped into the glass only leaving the meat on the fork . Maul handed you the glass”you like the liquid right?”you took the glass and sipped it while nodding your head.”If you let the meat age, you can get a liquor called Tihaar” “does it taste good, the liquor?” Maul looked at you and shook his shoulders “I wouldn’t know, I don’t drink” he pierced the fruit with his teeth and looked strangely peaceful.

“My friend and I go drinking sometimes, nothing crazy” Maul looked at you sideways “ jedi that drinks?” He says mockingly “like I said nothing special just some Ardees with friends” the horned man laughed.

He laid his hand on your hip and moved you to the side, to your own surprise, you weren’t disgusted by it. Maul reached over the table laying his hand on the table like you had done before.He picked up one of the small velvet cakes on the platter and handed it to you. ”Enjoy the dessert.” and then he stopped his sentence”you didn’t give me your name “ he said astonished. A grin crept on your face “you didn’t ask” you giggled “It’s y/n”.

The zebrak was about to reply when your hologram beeped.”I’m sorry, I have to pick this up.” You started moving to a more lonesome spot, since protocol called for security. When you looked back at Maul, he was grinning once more “I will save this one for later” he yelled at you “I will take you up on that” you called back smiling.

The hologram ringed for the second time, you rushed over to the side of the hall. You were now completely alone,leaning against a column. Opening up the little device, Master Qui Gon popped up “Hello my other padawan “ he called you that a lot. “ I wanted to inform you that you don’t have to work anymore” he said with a big smile on his face “obi wan went to bed already so i would suggest the same for you” “you know im not 10 anymore right? Qui Gon” the jedi master laughed at that “i know but you can still make smart decisions'' you let out a sigh “fine then i stay up for a little longer ”you informed him “wait you ca-“ “bye qui gon” . You hung up.

You didn’t need to think long before you knew what you wanted to do. Take that horned man up on his offer. You walked back over to the grazing table while your mind was going a mile a minute, did you like this man? Was that even allowed? Maybe you were just attracted to him or simply bored? What were you even going to talk about? Would he be happy to see you? Why did you care that he cared? Your thoughts were stopped when you got to said grazing table. Maul wasn't there. You looked around but his horns weren’t anywhere insight.

You deflated on the spot but jedi could adapt. You would simply grab a small cake and find Satine, talk to her for about an hour or 2 (maybe about the hot dude you had met) and then go to bed. Normal jedi things. Sadly the plans fell apart once again when there was no red velvet left. And after an hour of searching for Satine, you finally asked one of her handmaid's who politely told you that the duchess had gone to sleep. Guess it was time to be smart and follow your friend's example and go to bed.

If you were a charhound your tail would have been dragging between your legs as you made your way to obi wans and yours shared bedroom. It was rather common for you two to share a room ,being more like siblings than anything else, Qui Qon was never worried about it. Your master, master Windu, was less open to sleepovers. Maker, if he knew a random man was on your mind right now. You would have been dead.

It was near the middle of the hall that you started hearing strange sounds coming from the end of it. Your room was located at that end, the odd noise only became louder and louder the further you went. It didn’t help that you were alone either. When you got to your door, it was unbearable, you had never heard anything like it. You wrote it off as being tired.

But then you opened the door. You closed it just as quickly, not only were Satine and Obi Wan not asleep, they were together in your shared room. “Obi wan I swear, I will kill you “ you yelled out in shock leaning back against the now luckily closed door. When you had entered that hell room, you were greeted with obi wan's duvet flying to cover Satine while Obi Wan covered himself with his robe. You were traumatized.

“I'm so sorry y/n I didn’t think you were going to be here” he yelled back embarrassed “Why wouldn’t I be back. IT'S MY ROOM” you snapped back enraged. “Why didn’t you go to Satine’s bed ?” You asked annoyed. There was a bit of a silence but then Satine squeaked up “I-i have guards near my door…” You were completely over it right now and the only way of getting out of this awful conversation was to just leave.``Look I don’t want to sleep anywhere near that bed so I will get a hotel or something.” You felt a bit guilty for ruining their evening letting out a sigh “We never speak of this again and I just leave okay?” "Okay," Obi Wan and Satine said back in unison.

As you stepped away from the door, the handle of the door broke one of the thin golden chains on your back.The entire sides were now open exposing sideboob on both sides. Being uncomfortable and indecent, you didn’t go back to the ball.

Sitting on the stairs near the entrance of the feast. You started crying ,it had been a while since you did so but it felt somewhat right. You couldn’t sleep in your own bed nor could you go back to the party. Your beautiful dress was broken, you didn’t have your jedi robes and you hadn’t thought of asking to get them from obi wan. You were cold, alone and tired.

tired of your own emotions. Sadness was bad alone being a jedi but there was another feeling floating around. Envy, pure envy. Nothing could have prepared you for it, you were envious of Obi Wan. He got everything you wanted. The jedi master that let him express himself, your room, a lover and now to top it all off,something you would probably never experience.

while you were wallowing on these things, you didn’t notice the footsteps approaching or the man sitting next to you. You only noticed when a single slightly melted red velvet cupcake showed up before your eyes. “A crying jedi” he opened, making you glance at him. Maybe it was the gesture or the way he spoke but you almost started laughing. You took the dessert from Maul while taking a closer look at him.

In the 2 moons light, Maul sat peacefully.leaning back on his arms, stretching. His black blue-ish robes draped loosely as he moved a bit to the left. Showing you his red heavily tattooed chest beneath it. You wonder if he was tattooed all over or if they stopped at his waistline. Taking the first bite, Maul started to stare at you.

“I did save one for you” you swallowed your bite “Did you have one yourself?” You asked, considering it was probably the best thing you had eaten on your stay in mandalore. Before he could answer, you broke half of it off and handed it toward him. He didn’t take it immediately, so you started swinging your hand a bit as if to bait a stray cat. The zebrak glared at you. “I did not hold that thing for 2 hours just for you to waste half of it.”Your eyes squinted with confusion, “Sharing with you isn't a waste to me, Maul”. You don’t know if you were imagining it but the red skin on his cheeks seemed to color a deep crimson.

He took the red velvet out of your outstretched hand and placed it in his mouth as if he had never tasted cake in his life .He chewed it for a little while and looked at you curiously “ why is this your favorite? It tastes terribly sweet.” You laughed at that. “ one of the only dishes I remember my mother made, making it the only dish worth making. “Maul grinned again “A nostalgic jedi” he said half mockery. “Only for that” you let out.

You were about to elaborate, having no clue why. But the clock tower's bell rang out, making the nevvaro’s fly away from the very top. “How late is it?” You quipped up in stress, knowing that you had no place to go. “A midnight bell, I wonder when that rings” he said mischievously, tapping his chin to make you look as stupid as possible. You let out a sigh “well, you would be worried if you didn’t have a place to sleep tonight.” You looked remorsefully through the list of hotels and inns on your hologram. “Are they all closed?” Maul asked in a new way of sympathy, you had not expected. You nodded to him.

“You could come back to my place” your head snapped up towards him “I would sleep on the couch you can get the bed” he quickly added holding his hands up while making what you assumed to be his attempt at an innocent face. Going home with a random guy wasn't a smart move but he had been kind and you were a jedi. You stood up from the stairs , making the dress you were wearing fall back into its broken state. Your hands flew up immediately to make sure you weren’t completely nude on top of the streets of mandalore . You heard a slight ‘swush’ from behind you and turned your head, Maul has stripped of his outer robe. Before you knew, the black robe was draped over your shoulders. And Maul was standing next to you once again. “You looked ….cold” was all he said as he started walking to where he stayed.

Traveling through the underbelly of the blue planet was completely different to you. Being in the jedi order, you were used to the kind of character that lived in the lower levels of planets but now walking between them was oddly comforting. Workers were talking about their lives and plans for the future,eating street vendor food from the many stalls that lined the crosswalk, couples were out on dates and in the middle of it all was you stepping behind the red zebrak who parted the sea of people. He didn’t look back at you, blindly trusting that you would follow.

You didn’t notice exactly when you entered the road you were on now but it was interesting. Small store fronts were on either side of you with bright red lights that shone through their massive windows. Barely covered people from all species were dancing illuminated by the red lights. It took your breath away how flawlessly they moved, how careless they acted in their glass cages. You were staring much like the men that stopped in place. Blush covering their drunken faces, lust in their eyes. Is that what you wanted? To be desired by all?To perform for the entire street?

No, you didn't, the only man that intrigued you was him ahead of you. The red theelin in front of you winked signaling your time to go. You blew her a kiss and started walking back to Maul. You finally reached him when he took another corner. Not noticing the loosened cobblestone that the zebrak had effortlessly dodged, you tripped. Luckily for you, Maul did turn around to catch you. Grabbing the back of ‘your’ robe to stop your fall, he pulled you up and gave you what you would call his signature grin. “We’re here” he purred smoothly.

You looked over his shoulder to see a sleazy looking hotel with a neon red sign “Red Velvet”. A love hotel, you gave Maul a questionable look. “They’re a couple credits cheaper” was all he said. You gave the zebrak a little shove and straightened up in hopes of collecting yourself. You found your footing again “o do you do this often? Picking up women, bringing them back to the local love hotel?” You wiggled your eyebrows. Maul pinched his forehead “No, I don't." He sighed out “It's cheap” he dropped his hand and started walking towards the doors.

The hall you ended up in was a strange mix of red and gold. The front desk was situated in the middle in front of the elevator, who clearly had seen better times. The front desk itself had 2 plant pots on either side filled with a massive yellow red flower you couldn’t identify. The creature managing the desk was turned the other way.

Maul linked up his arm with yours while stepping closer to them. He tapped his nails against the desktop making them turn around “Evening” Maul greeted the creature. Her eyes shot up to his face, widening a bit in shock “Mr.Oppr-lord Oppress” she quickly corrected.”I would like 2 room keys.” She scattered through a drawer and came back up with 2 sets “or you, my lord.” She wasn’t making eye contact “Thank you” Maul said as he started walking away.

while stepping into the elevator, you started to think. Lord, why would they call him that? He was a zebrak from Dathomir. The nightbrothers were subservient towards the nightsisters meaning in no way could Maul be a lord of Dathomir. A lord would also never have to care for a few credits, they wouldn’t book a love hotel to save a coin. You didn’t know much about him now that you thought about it. You thought of a plan.

You arrived on the second floor and he led you to the door of his place. As soon as the door opens you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Master Windu might be a bit of a stick in the mud but he did teach you well.

One of the perks of being the purple lightsaber wielder’s apprentice was that he was pretty well acquainted with the dark side of the force. He had never used it himself but he thought it would be best to teach you how to recognize one and some ways to kill them. That last part isn't useful for now at least.

You started to fiddle around in the black robes you were wearing looking for the little Phrik ring. Phrik rings were used by sith to hang their lightsaber on their cloaks, some really rich sith lords used Phrik to make lightsaber since it was extremely force sensitive and lightsaber resistant. Your master used one himself, you went with the more popular clip-on method like your friend and his master because Phrik was mostly mined illegally by the slaves of Tatooine or Gromas.

You finally found the purple ring beneath the second fold on your left. Bending it with the force you unclipped it from the fabric loop that held it in place. Just like your master’s, it had a message engraved on the side. Different from your master, it was written in Ur-Kittât. It had been a while since you last tried to read the ancient sith language. When you were 5 years into your padawan life Master Windu had left you in the library with 2 books, he hadn’t let you out until 10 days later when you could explain both in detail. It took a minute or 10 before you figured it out.

“Anger is your weapon wield it my apprentice”

Yup that's a sith alright. The first man you found appealing was a sith lord, great job. You debated what to do next but decided to go with the confrontational method instead. You had your lightsaber with you and he wouldn’t expect it. But first, you would talk to him testing if there was something to salvage. You opened the bathroom door, Phirk ring in hand.

Walking into the living room, you were greeted with a peculiar sight. Maul stood in the middle of the kitchen looking through a fruit basket you hadn’t noticed. In his left hand he held a red fruit vine that coloured slightly white on the tips. In his other hand he clasped paper of some sort. He looked up at you with a lazy smile, making the confrontation you were about to have so much harder.

The cling that hit the counter was enough to set Maul off. His face fell as you heard a ‘zoof’. Jedi instincts kicked in quickly, you pulled your own lightsaber up behind you. The blades clashed behind your back mid air. Before Maul could regain his saber from the ground it fell upon, you grabbed the hilt and pushed two of the buttons gliding the blades back into place. The red Zebrak tried to get it out of your grip by use of the force but you held on tightly. He turned around and snatched up a kitchen knife.

You held up his saber “I'm not going to kill you” you let out quickly. “I mean I should really.” The tattooed zebrak lowered the knife slightly but his grip tightened. “I’m a jedi which means I don’t attack” Maul scoffed at that. “You didn’t attack me and for that I won’t kill you.” If this was the biggest mistake of your life so be it, you would not kill a man that spared you. You dropped his saber and clipped your own back in place.

You started walking towards the door when you felt the force pull you back. Maul was now standing before you, scowling. “I do not need your pity” he snarled at you. “You are at my mercy.” You frowned at him “Did you really think you could walk out?” the zebrak clicked his tongue “foolish jedi.” You saw red. “Are you too ignorant to understand that I'm saving you?” You took a step to the side, brushing shoulders with Maul “I don’t need saving from you” he spit back “I don’t want you to go is that so hard to understand, Hyal” you looked at him with disbelief “How dare you use Ur-kittât on me? I-” He interrupted you “do you know what it means?” You let out a sign “No, could you repeat it?” Maul rolled his eyes ”I could but I won't” .

“Why not? I can understand you know” You were playing with the Phirk ring on the counter. Maul followed your gaze to the ring “Hyal” he stated. You looked up at him to see him slightly redder than normal. “To crave?” You questioned back. He nodded clearly embarrassed. Stepping closer to him you interrogated “Do you crave me, Maul?” He grumbled in response. You peered at his face . A new found confidence streamed through your blood in wait for an audible response. “Nuyak ari” you prodded him once more. He averted his eyes . You opened your mouth to continue your assault but before you could, maul flipped you around against the counter.

He pinned you against it while running his hand to your mid back,making the counter dig into your but. Pushing the coat to the side making his nails scrape softly against your skin. He looked back up at you, pupils blown wide “ do Hyal” you caught his gaze and held it. “then do so Tsis “ but then he halted. A sweltering anger spiked up near your spine, this discourteous man dared to ignite a fire and then flee when it burned.

You pulled the coat off your shoulders and dropped it to the floor, the broken dress falling down to your middle where the last chain held it up. Maul's eyes quickly fell to your chest, his fingertips started to move upwards but when they were near your breast he moved past them. The zebraks' hands snatched the red droplet between your bust and yanked it causing your lips to crash into his. You were slightly taken aback but you quickly leaned in hungry for the tattooed man in front of you.

A high paced dance was set in silence. Maul started to push you up further on the counter, when you heard the golden necklace break off but you couldn’t care less. He quickly moved his hands from the broken chain to the back of your neck. His lips were rough yet new, clearly never been kissed before, you wondered if he thought the same. A whimper echoed when you felt his sharp teeth bite down on your plump bottom lip. Blood started to stream from the cut he had inflicted.

Your hands gripped on the back of his underrobe, Maul tensed up beneath you as you finally got him half naked. To your joy his tattoos ran down his torso swirling in beautiful patterns all over. But before you could undress him further, maul pulled your hair back and started lapping up the stream of red down your throat. He let go of your hair when he got to your breast biting into your flesh to kiss and suck it straight after, leaving a trail of purple blemishes covering your chest.

Lost in pleasure Maul had let his hands cup your boobs, unpinning you in the process. You pushed his head slightly down, leaving his neck close enough to kiss. A careful peck made him groan beneath you but then you bit him. He flinched up glaring at you, you glanced back faking innocence “I thought biting was on the table” you brought your own fingers up to the purple cut near your nipple. He gave you a grin turning his head to the site showing off the bite mark that had already turned a deep purple showing slightly through his faded black tattoos.You pulled him back to kiss him.

When he shoved you back gently and flipped you over, bending you over the counter. You looked back over your shoulder to see maul clasp the last chain in his hand yanking it strong enough to break it. You yearn for him deeply but the roughness made you shudder. He wrapped his fingers around the red velvet and ripped it down, leaving you naked to his eye. He brought his hand up to grope your ass which you admittedly leaned into but when you heard him strip down you had to speak up. “You are not fucking me against a counter.” you could hear the grin in his voice when he taunted “I wouldn’t dare to”.

You started to move to stand up when Maul pressed his hand down on your back in response you arched your back making the zebrak breathlessly groan. Do you crave me, Nuyak Hyal?“ he mockingly grunted. You were getting more needy by the minute, resorting to trying to grind against the tattooed man behind you. When he felt a sharp smack against your rear and before you could react to that maul had lifted you up and thrown you over his shoulders. “I'm not going to fuck you against a counter.” he said grinning like a loth cat. You let yourself fall over his shoulder and started to kiss up his back, following the beautiful black paths of ink. You sucked purple marks into his red skin but it didn’t last.

Maul slammed you down against the bed. Laying on top of the velvet sheets, you fixed your gaze back to the brute. This time he held it, unstrapping the belt that held the rest of his clothes. You crawled over to the front of the bed and laid your hand over his, stopping him dead in his tracks. You shuffled up to your knees, “let me” was all you breathed out. He pulled his hands back and let you strip him down.

The tent in his undergarments had not gone unnoticed by you since the countertop but still when you saw the thing it took you a minute to collect yourself. The hesitation must have been pretty obvious since Maul spoke up. “You don’t have to” he tilted your head upwards to look at him. “I could please you instead”. As much as that intrigued you, you replied quickly in hopes of shushing his doubts. “No no , I want to.” You glanced through your lashes to see the zebrak smirk.

You took a moment to collect yourself, placing your hands on each side of his legs. You slowly touched your lips to the tip.The muscles beneath your finger tensed to the sensation. The taste was unexpected but not unpleasant. You had the thought to wipe your lips with the back of your hand but instead you licked them. You made eye contact with Maul as you took him into your mouth. Through your lashes you could see him roll his eyes back while letting out a low groan.

You sucked him as deep as you could without gagging, which was about halfway. You adjusted your left hand to lean more into him. You moved your head forwards in one smooth move. Maul reached down to grab ahold of the back of your head as you started bobbing it sloppily along the length of his cock. He started to push and pull you a bit, “Can i?” He growled out. You nodded your head not wanting to stop, making maul’s grip tighten. He pulled you off by the hair, making you yelp “Greedy jedi, use your damn words.” he bit out “yes, yes you may Maul” you whimpered back .

His hands in your hair set a brutal pace, making you feel light headed. His hips started moving in the opposite directions of his hands, letting your hands roam upwards. You noticed your own pleasure build between your thighs as heat settled there. Your nails dug into his abdomen, creating horizontal white lines across his black lined skin. His groaning started to get more desperate and loud when your teeth dragged across his length. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, making you rub your thighs together in hopes of quilling the fire he had ignited.

He brought his hand up to your chin and stopped it in its tracks “Stop” was all he stated out of breath. You did as he asked, letting go of his cock with a pop. He wiped your lips with his fingers and moved the hair that had fallen forward back to its original place. He crouched down, the both of you now on the same eye level as he kissed you with a growing hunger that no cake could fill. You started to move further up the bed. Maul followed as if he was predator hunting prey.

He pulled back from your lips only to smirk down at you. He spread your legs positioning himself between them. He darted his hand towards your cunt, you quickly tried to shut your thighs out of reflex. Your heartbeat sped up as if you were being chased but the look in his eyes betrayed him. As ruthless as he had hoped to seem so needy he looked, staring at you almost disheveling at the mere thought of stopping right now. Luckily for him, you felt the same.

You opened your legs, letting a carnal desire take over. A nod was all Maul needed before his fingers were stroking against your folds. Whining filled the air while the brute toyed with your cunt, making your head feel dizzy. Your hand reached for his shoulder, aching for more. The zebrak quickly answered by pulling his hands back, you moaned at the loss of him. Shame had fled the scene long ago, you wrapped both of your legs around his well toned hips, leaving only lust between you.

For the first time In the entire history of the both of you, he said your name. You don't know if it was the way he said it or the accompanying thrust of his hips that had you moaning his but it did matter. He started up slow and careful, keeping long lecherous eye contact. Your walls clenched around him. Groans and hisses fell out of his mouth not unlike the song sung for goddesses and gods alike. Between gasping for air, your hunger grew again.

You grind your hips up into mauls, he let out a low stuttering moan. He sped up immediately after, pumping into you at a pace you thought impossible. No inch of skin was untouched, no nerve forgotten. He was hitting all the right spots “faster please maul faster” you screamed breathlessly. Heat spreads from your cunt to your entire body, flushing your skin. You grabbed the velveteen sheets in fist, letting the sound of pleasure swirl in the air.

Rapped movements have brought the both of you closer to the edge than both expected. Shuttered beneath him you tried to make your coming orgasmas clear as possible. He moved his lips to your neck, biting down in revenge for earlier that night. Your walls clenched around his cock. You came. Maul fucked you through it, chasing his own. He came deep inside you, staying still for just a few seconds. If this was heaven, you did not fear death.

Maul pulled out. Still holding on to you as if you would vanish. He kissed your temple softly. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered softly. He crawled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

You waited for him to come back, looking to the doorway expectantly. He stepped out of the bathroom backed by the glow of the bathroom light, it made him look holy. Out of all the men you had met, he was the exception. The passion you had felt minutes ago had simmered to something deeper. It mattered not if he felt the same right now. Since the night was enough to sedate the crave for him you had felt. But it did not still the love that had grown, how you hoped he felt the same.

He cleaned up the mess he made carefully, kissing along the purple and blue spots covering your torso, caressing the soft skin he had mained, making sure you were comfortable and clean. Then he laid down next to you on the plush mattress. All of it, he did in silence.

Maul pulled you back to his chest, you curled up into his warm body. You rolled over to look at him. For the first time since you knew him, he looked satisfied with the world as if the fire that had burned him plenty,warmed him now. You thanked the stars above for the man near you, he closed his eyes.“Are you pleased, Hyal?” He said not loud enough to pierce the calmness. “As Long as you linger till morning” you answered happily. He smiled and pulled the bed sheets up. “ you’re staying here tonight” he stated without question. you let out a giggle as you let your head drop to his chest, the double heartbeat lulling you to sleep.“Till sunrise, when i leave” you whispered sleepily. He sighed.

The golden rays shone through the white blinds you hadn’t noticed when you woke up. The zebrak was still deep asleep in what you presumed to be the first good night sleep in a long time. Sadly you had to get back to Qui Gon and your headache of a friend. You carefully got out of the velvet bed and started looking for your clothes.

You found the red dress near the kitchen counter with 4 golden chains instead of the 2 working ones. Knowing you couldn’t wear the beautiful piece anymore, you had to wake up Maul. You slowly made your way to his side, kissing his forehead to wake him up. He responded with a crumble. “My dress is broken. Can I wear your robes?” He shot up straight, taking in your naked frame “You’re leaving?” He questioned remorse. You nodded “Fine. I have another set in that bag.” he lazily pointed towards a duffel bag on the floor. You kissed him again before rushing through it. He curled back into the sheets.

The robes were comfortable and covered the markings the zebrak had left, you opened the door to leave when you heard Maul again. “Fleeing Jedi, will I see you again?” He query you. You looked back to the sith in the morning sun, he gave a signature grin as you had seen plenty of. “If the force wants it.” you countered back smiling. You both knew there was no escaping the fire.

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The Gift (Darth Maul x You)

Summary: Returning home after a recent failure, Darth Maul just wants to sink into solitude. But instead he finds a rather large gift box waiting for him.

Words: 5,072

Warnings: Master/Slave, PIV, Oral Sex, Knotting.

It had been one of the longest weeks of Maul’s entire life. He had barely eaten, barely slept. There hadn’t been time for such things. Not when his Master had given him the important task hunting down the Nubian Princess and her two Jedi protectors. There had been sightings of them in the Outer Rim, but by the time Maul had arrived there had been no trace of them. Which meant that he had searched every desolate planet in the forsaken system. But he found nothing. Which meant that, not only is Maul sleep-deprived and underfed, he’s also fucking livid. Come morning he’d be standing before his Master admitting his failure. The disappointment he’d soon face is undeinable. He enters his quarters, desperate to sink into silence and isolation, but instead he finds a giant and neatly wrapped gift box standing right in his path.

Maul almost loses it and snatches off his heavy black cloak to toss it aside. “What in the Stars is this?” He growls to himself. The anger he feels evolves into tension that it has the muscles between his shoulder blades aching. Slowly, he approaches the strange box. His bright eyes run over it, catching sight of a letter sitting beneath a large red bow. Gloved fingers snatch the note up to read the perfectly written Aurebeshian words. Dear Apprentice,

        Use this gift to ease the sting of your failure. Perhaps taking your aggression out on it will help you remember who you are.                                                                                               -Sidious Nausea rolls through him. His Master already knew he had failed. He didn’t need to be told. He just knew. Which is not only infuriating but also humiliating. Maul crumples the letter in his hand and squeezes until his fist begins to hurt. After a moment he lets it drop. He might as well get this over with so he could finally get some sleep.

He reaches out and pulls apart the bow before ripping away the wrapping paper. Cautiously, he leans forward to look inside but what he finds leaves him stunned. He blinks his eyes a few times to see if he’s simply sleep deprived or if there really is a beautiful and nearly naked woman looking up at him. Your lips turn up into a soft smile. “Hello, Master. How may I serve you?” Maul can only stare. You tilt your head to the side curiously. “Master? Are you alright? You look-” “Who are you? What is this?” He snaps, though he can’t stop himself from looking over the length of your body. You’re in a kneeling position, with your knees closed and your hands folded in your lap. Around your neck a silk black ribbon is neatly tied. It matches the nightgown you wear. It doesn’t go unnoticed that it barely covers your body. Maul swallows….hard. Looking up, he finds your gentle and friendly gaze. No one looked at a sith lord like that, especially not random women. You speak up, your voice is soft….comforting, like warm honey. “I’m yours now, Master. I belong to you.” His brows pull together. He doesn’t understand. “What?” However, his confusion doesn’t deter you from patiently re-explaining. “I’m a gift from your Master and I’m here to serve you, for as long as you want me.” “You’re my….gift.” You warmly smile and nod. He still can’t seem to fully wrap his head around the concept. “A human gift. In a box?” “Mhmm,” You hum. “Although, I could be more useful outside the box. If it pleases you, Master.”

Maul suddenly realizes that he’s kept you waiting inside this damn box for much too long. He also has no idea how long you’ve been inside before finding you. Sidious isn’t known for his tenderness towards women. For all Maul knows you had been made to wait for days. He holds his hand out for you to take and waits, but you don’t move. “Well?” He asks, irritated to see you still kneeling. You whisper, looking rather shy. “I need your permission first.” “You need–what?” He has no idea why you’d need a verbal command to stand up, but his patience is wearing thin. His fingers twitch as his hand remains outstretched to you. “Get out of the box. Now.” You immediately rise to your feet and place your smaller hand in his as you lift your leg over the edge of the box, then the other. It gives Maul an excellent view of your body. You’re beautiful, with an air of grace and femininity. Not to mention your scent is so intoxicating that it has his cock twitching. He continues to eye you curiously, enjoying the way your body moves as you situate yourself in front of him. You smooth out your short nightgown and tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear before sinking back to your knees. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that. Placing his hand behind his back, he looks down at you from the tip of his nose and starts to circle around you with slow, calculated steps. “Did I hear you correctly? You said you belong to me now?” “Yes, Master.” He stops in front of you. “And you’ll do anything I ask?” You keep your eyes down, but answer without hesitation. “It will bring me great pleasure to fulfill your every request.” He grits his teeth and clenches his hands into fists. But not out of anger…out of anticipation and need. Needs that hadn’t been met in a very long time. “Look up at me,” He commands. You eagerly obey, and look up at him with large doe eyes. You stare at him like you truly want to fulfill his every desire. Everything about you screams submission. It awakens the primal side within him. The one that hiss at him to mate and breed. His Master had said that the gift was meant for him to take his aggressions out on. He could dominate you, take you, and claim you all in a single night. His chest rises and falls at a quick, jagged pace. This stunning little creature is all mine. 

The realization makes him grin. “You say that you’ll fulfill any request?” You nod, “Anything Master.” 

Maul chuckles darkly. He wants to test that theory by having you crawl to him and swallow his cock whole. 

But first? First he wants to play, to see if you really did want to serve him. He takes a step forward with his right foot, placing his boot in front of you. “Kiss it.” Immediately you obey, positioning yourself on all fours. You lean down and press your full lips to the tip of his boot. But you don’t stop at just one kiss. In fact you cover the top of his boot with kisses. The entire time you make soft, sweet noises—as if it’s actually bringing you pleasure to kiss his fucking foot. Maul lets out a rough growl. “Don’t stop.” You purr and lower your upper body even further onto the floor, but keep your hips in the air. It showcases the soft curve of your ass. Your kisses turn to licks, making the tops of his boot glisten with your spit. The sight almost makes him lose control. “Keep going,” he commands through clenched teeth. He can feel his cock pulsing, constrained by his pants but so fucking hard and just waiting to be set free. Clasping your hands around his ankle, you pull your torso off the floor to get closer to him. You hold eye contact with him while kissing and nuzzling your way up the length of his leg. You look at him without fear, without disgust, without judgment. 

It's an unusual occurrence for him. Especially because on his home planet of Dathomir, males are deemed desirable based solely on fighting skills.  But this is different. You are different. You look at him with reverence and lust. A quick peek into your mind tells him that you find him beautiful….exotic.  

Another unusual occurrence that only makes him more eager to claim you. However, once you reach his groin, you stop and sit back on your heels with your feet folded beneath you. You sit with your spine perfectly straight and your hands resting atop your knees, palms up. So submissive and so fucking perfect. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” Maul asks, as a gloved hand hovers over the bulge in his pants. Your eyes dart to the movement of his hand that’s now slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. You seem transfixed but still manage to reply.

“My sole purpose is to give my Master pleasure. I’m your property to do with as you please.” 

“My property?” He breathes and lowers his pants to release his aching cock. 

He watches with satisfaction when your eyes widen at the sight of it. 

You nod as your gaze looks over the markings that line his shaft. 

“You’re my property,” he repeats, savoring the concept on his tongue. “My beautiful…little…submissive…slave girl.” 

Maul pants between words, stroking himself with a firm grip. 

“Yes Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips as you watch his hand move up and down his length. “I’m your slave. I belong to you and only you.”

“Then be a good girl and come suck my cock.” 

You almost take him by surprise with how fast you rise onto your knees. Within seconds, you have one hand wrapped around the base while your tongue traces over the markings you were once eyeing. 

“My Master is so beautiful.” You moan out while your tongue eagerly works. 

Maul isn’t sure if you meant to say that outloud or not but it hardly matters once you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. 

Your hand and mouth work in tandem—tugging firmly while lovingly sucking. That is until you drop your hand away and deepthroat him. “Fucking Maker.” He swears and throws his head back.

You hum, tightening your lips around him as you pick up your pace and bob your head up and down while sucking him off. He watches you intently. Yellow irises burn with lust at every  flick of your tongue. “Are you enjoying this, pet?” He pants, dick stiffening and pulsing in your mouth. You hum happily and Maul can’t fight the smile that tugs at his lips. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. His hand shoots out to grip the back of your head. Thick fingers tangle in the locks of your hair, moving you up and down at just the right pace. You obey his physical commands and let him fuck your mouth while you slobber all over him. The sounds of you slurping and sucking with so much enthusiasm send him into a frenzy. It’s almost too much. Your skilful tongue. Your hot mouth. The wet, messy sounds of you sucking. And your big beautiful eyes that look up at him full of affection. 

It only makes him want you more. His hands tighten their grasp on your head and begin thrusting his hips forward, slamming his cock into your throat as far as physically possible. You sputter around him, nails gripping and digging into his thighs to hold yourself steady.  “That’s it,” he grunts, “choke on your Master’s cock.” You moan, gagging and groaning while saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Your brows knit together, face crumpled in pleasure and that’s when he catches sight of you pressing your thighs together. A spark of intense heat bursts through him. You’re getting off on this. Pleasing him. Choking on his cock. Being a good little slave girl. His last bit of control snaps. “Stand up.” He commands and forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock from your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath before standing. He allows you this reprieve but keeps himself busy by stripping off the rest of his clothing. By the time you’re on your feet, he stands before you naked except for his leather gloves. You look him over, taking in every black mark that decorates his flesh. You take a step forward, hands outstretched as if you want to touch. He doesn’t give you the chance. Instead he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you backwards until your back hits the wall. He shoves his hand between your legs while the other leans flat against the wall above your head. 

He towers over with a grin, “Be a good girl and open wider for me.” You shift your stance, leaning against the wall so you can spread your legs wider and allow his hand to slip inside your panties. His fingers make contact with your already soaked cunt. A chorus of sweet melodies leave your open mouth. You grind yourself into his touch. He desperately wants to fuck you right here against the wall, but he knows you’ll need to cum before taking his cock and more importantly his knot. So first he’d take care of you and make your sweet little pussy gush all over him. “You’re so wet.” He breathes, he can tell by how easily his glove slides along your slit that you’re drenched.

He prods your opening and watches your eyelids droop close. “What an overactive cunt you have.” “It’s your cunt now, Master. All of me is yours.” He hums in approval and leans in to whisper in your ear. “That’s right, you do belong to me,” His finger traces back up towards your clit. “Every part of you is mine. Including your clit,” He purrs and applies pressure to the sensitive bud. You whine and twitch, nearly coming undone from the firm circles he rubs onto your clit. Being Dathomirian helps to heighten his senses. Allowing him to pick up on the sound of your wetness smashing against his glove. Your head tilts back and your mouth falls open into a tiny ‘o’. You’re about to cum, but he isn’t finished playing with you. Not by a long shot. He pulls his gloved hand away and brings it to his mouth, causing you to sob at the loss of his touch. It’s almost adorable how needy you are. Using his teeth, he rips the glove from his hand before spitting it onto the floor and returning it to your cunt. Except this time he moves his fingers to your entrance and plunges them inside of you. You cry out, both hands grab ahold of the arm pressed between your thighs and mercilessly fingerfucking you. His fingers move in slick, quick thrusts that have you mewling nonsense. 

He leans in further, nuzzling the side of your face with his and pressing his body against yours. You gasp at the feeling of his hard cock leaking precum on your thigh. Maul chuckles and hovers by your ear while he speaks. “This belongs to me too. This tight little hole is mine. Do you understand?” He asks, picking up the pace of his fingers. “I’ll fuck it when I want and fill it up with my cum whenever I want.”

“Yes, yes, my Master! I understand.” You blubber at him but he doesn’t relent.  “That’s a good girl.” He praises before falling silent.

For the next few moments, the only sounds are the wet squelching sounds of your cunt and your desperate cries.

You’re close to cumming again, and this time he has no plans on stopping you.

“Master….I….I’m going to–”

“I know.” He cuts you off, “But cumming is a privilege and you may not cum without my permission. Ever. Is that understood?”

“Yes Master. I must never cum without permission.” You whine while gripping his arm even tighter.

His thumb grazes your clit while still skillfully pumping his fingers.

“P-Please Master. May I cum? Please let me?”

Even if he wanted to tell you no he couldn’t with how wide and pleading your eyes look.

“Go on and cum for me.”

The permission is all you need to let the cord inside you snap.

Your entire body goes rigid and the ability to speak leaves you. Words are replaced with breathy, unrestrained moans. Your orgasm hits you so hard that your legs threaten to give out, but his muscular body holds you in place.

His fingers are coated in your juices which makes him wonder if you’d do the same to his cock.

You ride out your orgasm before slumping back against the wall. With a flushed face and glossed over eyes, you try to catch your breath. He watches your every move and removes his fingers from your core.

“Thank you for letting me cum, Master.” You murmur politely.

Could you be any more perfect?

Maul crashes his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You return the kiss in a flurry of passion.

Up until now you had mostly kept your hands to yourself. Using them only when necessary to bring him pleasure or cling to him, but now your hands roam free.

Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue.

Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock.

He breaks the kiss with a grin. “Does my slave girl want more? Should I give that cunt a taste of my cock?”

You only have time to nod before being grabbed, spun around, and thrown to the floor. Before you could yell out in shock he’s on top of you, trapping you beneath his body.

“You want this, to be fucked by your Master’s cock.” He lets his gaze leisurely travel down the length of you before making eye contact again. “Isn’t that right my naughty little slut?”

“If it pleases you, my Master,” You breath out with your chest rising and falling at a much quicker speed. “Then yes, I would like to be fucked on your cock.” At the last second you bite your bottom lip and whisper out a please. It has his pulse thumping in his veins and gripping the bust of your nightgown and tearing it apart. You yelp in surprise at being instantly exposed. The flimsy material is nothing but shreds in his hand. He does the same to your panties, leaving you bare except for the silk bow that had been tied around your neck. He stills, soaking in your beauty. You were quite possibly the most stunning thing he’s ever seen. He lets his fingertips brush along your side, chuckling when you shiver as if you’re ticklish. “Get on all fours for me.” As you turn to obey he situates himself behind you, grabbing at your flesh and kneading fistfulls of your ass. You moan, arching into his touch. “Does the naughty thing like this?” He coos, gripping your hips and pulling you back so your ass touches his cock. “Yes Master,” you moan, wiggling against him so his cock presses into your cunt from behind. “Does my little slave want to be fucked?” “I do, Master. Please. Please fuck me?” You look over your shoulder and beg. His arm lashes out and squeezes the back of your neck. He forces your head to the ground before growling out a command. “Keep that pretty face of yours on the floor.” You squeak and manage a nod before he releases your neck and lines his cock up to your entrance. He drags it across the length of your slit, making you whimper impatiently. He chuckles at your eagerness. “Now, now use your words. Tell your Master what you want….Exactly what you want.” Your mind spins, trying to form words good enough to get you what you desire. “I….I want Master to claim me for the very first time. I want to feel your cock hit me so deep that I have to beg permission to cum again. Please Master, I'll do anything.” A low growl rumbles in his chest as sweet words flow from your lips. Everything you’re saying is beyond perfection but instead of giving you a verbal reply, Maul plunges balls deep inside of you. You both tense and moan. He because of the tightness of your walls fluttering around him and you because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “Is that deep enough for that hungry hole of yours?” He groans and slowly moves out, then back in, giving you time to adjust. But knew he couldn’t wait for much longer. Not when you feel so good wrapped around him. He breathes out, watching his cock glisten from your juices when he pulls out a bit. “Are you enjoying being my little fuck toy? Do you like that I own this pussy?” “Yes!” You cry, trying to arch back to get his cock deeper. “I’m all yours, Master, and I love it.” At that he slams into you, not being able to wait any longer. You yelp at the pressure, screaming against the floor as he fucks you. He couldn’t keep his pace slow, his rhythm rough and steady. You clench around him, causing him to hiss. “No one will ever fuck you again. Do you hear me? You. Are. Mine!” He punctuates the last of his words with deeper thrusts. 

Your eyes screw shut, the pleasure building in your lower belly. How you manage to nod in response is beyond you. It all feels too amazing to use the rational side of your brain. He plows into you from behind, his balls slapping against your clit. You curl your toes with a whine. 

“Mhmm, that’s my good pet. Take this cock.” He looks down at his cock, hard, ribbed with veins and coated in your juices as it thrusts in and out of your wet hole. It’s a glorious sight and it has his orgasm threatening to hit, but there’s something he has to do first. And that’s making you cum. He grips your hips and delves as deep as he can inside of you, hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you speaking in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum for me,” he speaks in labored breathing and reaches around your thigh so he could rub your clit while spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now.” You fall completely silent. For a moment he worries you’ve passed out, but then he feels your inner walls close around his cock in the more delicious way. Then comes the mewls. Loud, unfiltered, beautiful music. “That’s it. Cum on your Master’s cock.” He praises, lurching forward as you gush and spasm all over him. Your breathing is labored as you start coming down from your high. 

His hand runs up your back to tangle his fingers into your hair, and using it to tug your head back so you hold yourself with your hands. He leans over your body and licks up your spine. Your sweat tastes salty on his tongue. He moans at the taste before moving towards your ear. “Have you ever taken a knot before, Little One?” A barely audible moan passes your lips before shaking your head. Maul hums in satisfaction. “Would you like to?” You don’t hesitate in answering. “Yes please, Master.” Releasing your hair, he returns it to your waist so he can drive himself into you. You start crying out for him again, even going so far as to beg for his knot. He’s so close now, the base of his cock starts to swell. Your pleas push him over the edge. He growls and lurches forward as his knot expands and locks you both together. You yelp and tense up, trying to move away from the intense intrusion but Maul’s arm comes around your middle and holds you securely to his chest as ropes of cum fill you. “Shhhh, you’re alright.” He soothes while panting. He knows that taking a knot isn’t easy. Especially since it’s your first time.

On shaky limbs he turns so you can both rest on your sides. The movements though slow still cause you to whimper. “Easy, I’ve got you.” He continues to sooth and slips an arm under your head so you can use it as a pillow. While the other strokes your sternum. “You did so well for me. You’ve made your Master proud.” He whispers, pleased when he feels you relax slightly. Clearly his words have comforted you.

“I feel so full.” He hums and nuzzles you with his nose. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod, “It’s intense but I’ve never felt anything like it.” He leaves a number of kisses along your shoulder and neck. “Once it goes down we’ll be able to get up and dress for bed.” You leave a kiss on his bicep. “Yes, Master.” “Call me Maul.” “As you wish, Master Maul.” Maul pauses, warmth blooms in his chest. He liked the way you said his name and looked at him. It made him feel things. 

Things he didn’t have a name for. The knot inside you softens, allowing Maul to slip his cock from your depths. He detangles from you and holds a hand out to you. “Let me help you up.” You murmur a thank you, smiling sweetly and place your hand in his. He hoists you up with ease. You sway slightly but his hands hold onto you until you find your footing. His bright eyes look you over and notice the ribbon still tied in place at your neck. He reaches out and unties it. “What’s your name, sweet thing?” You tell him and he repeats it back, liking the way it rolled off his tongue. “Well pet, you are now under my care. If you serve me well, I will take care of your every need.” Your eyes go wide, tears filling them. “Thank you Master Maul! Thank you so much. I promise to be the perfect slave for you.” He eyes you for a moment, curious as to why you seem so emotional. Eventually giving you a nod before walking past you to pull his pants back on. However, when he looks back at you, he finds you still standing there naked. “You can dress in your nightclothes. It’s time for bed.” You fidget uncomfortably. “The only clothes I have with me are ruined, Master Maul.” You point down to the nightgown that he had torn off you. He frowns, “That won’t do. I’ll have clothes made for you tomorrow.” 

Picking up his discarded cloak he starts making his way over to you. “Did my Master not send you here with any personal items?” “No, Master Maul. He said that, um, that…” you trail off, looking down at the ground. “Nevermind, Master.” Your discomfort is palpable. He wraps his robe around your shoulders, letting it encompass your frame. You clutch onto it and say thank you, but still don’t meet his gaze. “Look at me.” He commands, knowing you’ll obey. You do and his hand cups your cheek. “Don’t shut your Master out. What’s upsetting you?” You gnaw on your bottom lip before responding. “It’s just…your Master told me I didn’t need to pack anything because he didn’t think you’d spare my life after….well after you were through with me.”  This gives him pause. Sure he was a Sith assassin but that didn’t mean he’d harm someone without good reason. “What else did he tell you?” “That I belong to whoever opens the box, and that I’m to serve them until they no longer have use for me.” You shuffle your feet. “Which he predicted to be for one night.” Your eyes fall back to the ground. He lets out a deep sigh. Your fear isn’t something he wants. He places a finger under your chin and raises it, ensuring your eyes are locked. “I meant what I said. You are mine now, and I will take good care of you.” Slowly the anxiety in your expression melts away. Your bright eyes and sweet smile returning once more. “Thank you, Master Maul.” “Come, let’s go to bed.” His finger drops and in one graceful motion lifts you up into his arms. You cling to him as he cradles you to his broad chest and brings you into his bedroom. He lets you crawl out of his cloak and under the covers of his bed. Once you’re situated he lays next to you. Suddenly, he feels fucking exhausted–emotionally and physically. He just wants to rest, but every time he closes his eyes everything comes tumbling down on him. His failures, his wasted time and resources, his impending meeting with Sidious in the morning. A rustling beside him pulls him from his thoughts. “Thank you, Master Maul.” You coo, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. Your lips flutter against his skin as you whisper. “For everything.” 

No one had ever thanked him so much in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle this type of praise. What he does know is that a kiss on the cheek isn’t enough. 

He turns his head to capture your lips with his own. “You’re welcome, pet.” He whispers against your mouth. 

You seem satisfied and let out a soft sigh before nestling yourself against him with your head on his chest. Not knowing how to react, he doesn’t move. He had never had a woman snuggle with him before. Should he bring you closer? Should he hold you? It doesn’t seem to matter because within minutes your breathing slows and you fall asleep. Maul looks down at your slumbering face. You feel so soft and small next to him. How could his Master ever imagine that he’d hurt someone like you?  Slowly, he lifts his hand and places it on the curve of your hip and pulls you closer. The scent of your hair fills his nostrils.

He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes as the pleasant smell.

You hum contently in your sleep and Maul’s lip twitches up. He doesn’t know what the future held but he did know one thing….

He could get used to this.

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His Heir pt. 40 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Hey guys... I am back. We're just not gonna talk about how my semester went there towards the end... Anyways, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!! Here is your present!!! The next part of His Heir!!

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“Oh. I knew I forgot to tell you something about the plans for today.” Dasar said, upon seeing my shocked face. 

“What is he doing here?” I asked, voice shaking. I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or heartbroken to see him. 

“He’s here for you.” Was all he said. 

The boat was docked and Totin got off first. Maul stepped closer as I approached the side. He offered me his hand without a word and I took it. Dasar stood behind me as Maul helped me step over the small gap between the dock and the boat. It felt like the silence that surrounded our small group was going to kill me. 

“Well, Totin and I have a few things we need to check on.” Dasar said, breaking the silence. 

I looked at him with panic in my eyes. He took a dramatic deep breath to show me to breathe. I took a deep breath and nodded. 

“Have a good evening.” I said to them. 

“You as well,” Totin said before addressing Maul, “We’re glad you made it, Lord Maul.” 

Maul gave them a nod and we stood quietly watching them walk down the dock. Once they were gone Maul turned to me. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Fine.” I said quietly, I wasn’t snappy or short, it just felt like I had forgotten how to talk to him. 

“Words cannot begin to express how sorry I am, I fucked up.” He said looking at me with sadness in his eyes. 

“Yeah, you did, big time.” I couldn’t just forgive him, not this easily, “I can’t forgive you, not right now. I’ll be honest I could care less if you came to the wedding, what hurt the most was that you weren’t there for me and him when you promised you would be.” I said, placing a hand on my stomach as if to protect the baby from him. 

“I know, I cannot forgive myself for that either… I know I’ll have to earn back your trust. I know it won’t do much in terms of regaining your trust, but I am hoping it will at least score me a few points… I had a picnic on the beach prepared for us.” 

“You’re lucky that I am practically always hungry.” I said, cracking a small smile. 

He smiled as well and offered me his arm, “We’ll let’s not keep you waiting then.” 

I took his arm and allowed him to lead me down the dock. True to his word, a picnic blanket had been set up for us with an array of food. Maul helped me take off my shoes before he did the same. Then he carefully helped me sit down on the blanket. 

“How did you have time to get all of this planned?” I asked, looking at how beautifully everything was set up, even down to the vase to put the bouquet of flowers into. 

“Totin played a big role in it. He helped me get the kitchens to prepare the food, and then he obviously arranged for the servants to bring everything down to the cove and set it all up.” 

I nodded along as he spoke. Even though he had help, it was still such a sweet gesture, especially when it came to the consideration of what food had been prepared. As I gazed over it all, it was all of my favorites and not a single piece of food that I had any sort of aversion to. 

“Would you like something to drink?” Maul asked, reaching into the basket beside him and pulling out an odd-shaped decanter filled with a sparkly, deep green liquid. 

“Is that Emerald wine?” I asked in shock. 

Emerald wine was extremely expensive because the fruit used to make was only found in a few places. I had never actually had any before, but I recall it being had at certain events on Mandalore. 

Maul nodded, “It is. This particular one is non-alcoholic. It’s completely safe for you to drink.” 

“Well, in that case, I would love some.” 

The decanter made a pop when he opened it making me jump slightly. 

“Sorry.” Maul said, handing me my drink. 

“It’s okay, I think me jumping scared him more, honestly.” I laughed as I took the glass from him. 

I swirled the liquid around in the glass, watching the green glitter swirl around creating a mesmerizing pattern. Once Maul had poured his own glass he held it out to me and cheered my glass before we both took a drink. 

“Oh, that is good.” I said. 

“Have you never had Emerald wine before?” He asked. 

I shook my head.

“Well, once he’s here, I’ll be sure to get us the best bottle of the real thing for you to try.” 

“I’ll hold you to that,” I said before taking another sip, “Now, what all do we have?” 

We ate and made easy conversation, it was nice. I was almost able to forget about all the turmoil he had caused a couple of days prior. Almost. But not quite. Maul must have noticed this. 

“Please don’t think I am trying to distract you from what I did to you.” He said. 

“I know you're not… it's just… it’s hard for me when someone I trust to be there for me lets me down. I was so used to being on my own as a child and having no real form of support from anyone that as an adult it takes me a long time to let people in and when I do, it means I truly trust them, and to be let down by someone that I have let in… it hurts, to put it plainly… I really don’t know how to describe what it feels like.” I said as tears began to form on my lower lash line. 

Maul dropped his head slightly, “I’m sorry, my dear.” 

“I know… I know…” 

Maul reached over hesitantly and when he saw I wasn’t going to retreat away from him, he grabbed my hand. We weren’t looking at one another, instead we were both fixed on the horizon. The two moons had risen and were casting a beautiful glow out across the water. 

I wasn’t sure how long we sat in silence but eventually, it began to feel like my eyes were barely staying open. 

“We should probably get going. Tomorrow is the start of all the fun festivities, it best to get a good night's sleep tonight.” I said. 

Maul agreed and stood before turning around and helping me stand up as well. 

“Do we need to bring this all back with us?” I asked referring to the platers, blanket, and basket that had been used. 

“No, Totin said that the servant droids will come to take care of it.” 

I nodded before we began making our way back up the beach. It was quite a long trek back to the palace and by the time we got there, I was completely exhausted. Maul escorted me to the room I had been staying in but stopped once we got to the door. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, clearly confused. 

“I wasn’t sure how you were going to respond to me showing up like I did. So, a separate room was prepared for me.” He explained. 

“Oh… well, can you have your stuff brought here? It’s a large room… and I would prefer to have you here… with me.” My voice was quiet as I made the request, I was still hurt, but that didn’t mean our whole relationship had to stop. 

“Of course I can.” He said with the faintest of smiles graced his face. 

He followed me in and took in the room. I dropped my shoes by the door since they were covered in sand and Maul slid his off next to mine. Despite how tired I was, I also felt quite gross. Between the salty air and the sand, I felt grimy and really wanted to wash up before climbing into bed. 

“I am going to take a shower… care to join?” I asked, already heading to the bathroom. 

“Of course.” Maul said, following not too far behind me. 

The shower was nice. I was able to get all the grittiness off of my body, and Maul had even begun to give me a light shoulder massage. 

“This feels great, Maul, but I need to get out and get off my feet. It feels like they are going to fall off.” I said, leaning back into him carefully so neither of us would lose our footing and slip. 

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder after dropping his hands from them, “I can continue on the bed if you want me to.” He offered quietly. 

I nodded as I reached over to shut the water off. Then I carefully stepped out and grabbed my towel. Once I was dried off I grabbed the silk robe that was on the hook and put it on. I used the large vanity mirror to make sure it was adjusted correctly over my belly before tying it shut. 

“I’m going to go sit for a bit before getting ready for bed.” I said to Maul, looking at him through the mirror. He nodded as he adjusted his towel around his lower hips. 

“I’ll be out shortly.” He said. 

I nodded and made my way over to the bed. I could the baby moving a lot which was odd considering how late it was. Of course, his sense of time was thrown slightly by travel and being on a new planet with a different rotation time than back home, but I didn’t think it would cause him to be this off. By this time of night, he has usually settled down. I sat down with a sigh, glad to be off my feet. Then I laid back and put my hands on top of my belly. 

“Ik'aad, why are you so active, hm? Do you have any idea how late it is?” 

He seemed to move even more in response to my voice, which I took as him telling me no, he didn’t know how late it was. 

“Well, it’s past midnight. You should be settled down for the evening.” 

I got a kick in response. 

“It doesn’t matter that we are on a small vacation, your buir would like to get some rest without you moving around like that in there.” 

“Are you getting onto the baby for being too active?” Maul asked, leaning against the open doorway to the bathroom. 

“Yes, I am. Come here. Feel how active he is!” I said, tilting my head to the side to look at him from the side of my belly. 

Maul pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over. I was still lying down on the bed with my legs hanging off from where I sat down originally. Once he was close enough I straightened back up from where I had leaned to the side to watch him walk over. Maul stood between my legs and put his hands on my stomach. 

“Wow…” He said after a moment, “What’s got him so riled up?” Maul asked with a small laugh. 

“I don’t know… I hope it’s not like fetal stress or anything… I know that can cause a sudden increase in movements…” 

“It’s not that, dear. If something was wrong the medical droids would have told you and wouldn’t have cleared you to go on the trip.” Maul said and I nodded, knowing he was probably right, “Maybe he can just tell that you’re happier than you were a day ago…” Maul suggested. 

“Perhaps. Or maybe he just knows you’re back and he’s excited to have both his parents back together.” 

“That would make two of us.” Maul said. 

I shook my head, “Three.” I corrected him, causing him to smile softly. 

“Would you like me to continue your massage?” He asked. 

“Raincheck? We have a lot to do tomorrow and the following days. I know I’ll need one in the coming days.” I said. 

Maul nodded, “Of course, dear. Anything you need in the next few days, please don’t hesitate to speak up. I know you’re going to be super involved with everything, so anything I can do to make your life easier, let me know.” 

“Okay, well you can start by helping me up and changing to go to sleep.” I said, holding my hand up to him. 

He carefully helped me sit up before walking over to the wardrobe that my clothes had been put into. He found one of his tunics that I had brought to sleep in as well as a pair of sweatpants that the servant droids had unpacked from his stuff while we showered. He brought them over to where I was still sitting. Once I was standing, he undid my robe and gently pulled it off my arms before tossing it on the bed. Then he slipped the tunic over my head and pulled it down over my belly, running his hands over it to smooth out the fabric. He quickly changed into his sweatpants before collecting his towel and my robe, but before he walked them back to the bathroom, he pressed a kiss to my forehead with the promise that he would be right back. 

While he was gone, I climbed into bed and got situated under the plush comforter. When he returned he shut off the lights and pulled the curtains closed that would shine too much sunlight into the room come morning. Then, he climbed in beside me. I turned to face him. There were a few beats of silence as I just took in his features, softly lit up by the full moons. 

“Thank you, for coming.” I whispered. 

“Of course, dear. I promise to never abandon you ever again, okay?” He said, finding my hand under the covers and giving it a squeeze. 

I nodded, “Please don’t.” I whispered as I scooted closer to snuggle up against him. 

He held me close as we both fell asleep fairly quickly knowing we had a big day ahead of us.

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He’s been on my mind a lot lately. A Maul AU from my fic ‘Conquered’

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𝗘𝘅𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 ⠀

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𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚:🔞 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝘅𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗝𝗲𝗱𝗶 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝘅 𝗢𝗖 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗯𝗶-𝘄𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗶, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝗱𝗮 , 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗤𝘂𝗶-𝗚𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗻⠀

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝘀𝘂𝗯 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲, 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲 / 𝗰𝘂𝗺 , 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

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For my beautiful amazing friend @lune-de-miel-au-paradis I know how much you love Darth Maul, I know this has taken longer than expected but I wanted it to be perfect for you & I hope you love it🤍🤍

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Another long rather boring waiting period whilst your Master Obi-Wan Kenobi spent his time discussing the Sith Lords apprentice with the Jedi Council. As a padawan learner it was not something you were overly privy too unless Obi-Wan revealed certain details to you.

You had been rather on the annoyed side as today was your final day of tests before you were to become a Jedi Knight, but as your master always says duty calls and council duty comes first.

You incessantly fiddle with anything you can get your hands on, the clip to your lightsaber , your silky chestnut brown hair, all while deep in thought.

Finally for what seems like a lifetime Obi-wan appears from the grand doors of the council room , as he walks over to you a gentle hand rests on your shoulder pulling you away from your thoughts and back to reality.

“I sense a disturbance around you young one” his voice mellow, awaiting your response.

“Sorry Master I was just thinking about my tests…”

Before you can finish he cuts off you with his reassuring calm demeanour.

“You have all the time in the galaxy to take these tests but right now we are needed. It appears our old friend Darth Maul has been spotted, Master Yoda wishes us to confirm this.”

Darth Maul, the name sends a cold tingle down your spine. You know he was the one to kill Qui-Gon Jinn and you know deep down it is not the Jedi way to hold grudges yet you feel, even if it was only minuscule that your Master did indeed hold that grudge.

A few rotations later you and Obi-wan find yourselves on Tatooine, sifting through the bustling crowds. The sun blazing down upon you both as you made your way to the small saloon.

“Please do try to keep a low profile young one we are not to draw any attention to ourselves, our presence here may not always be welcomed”

You roll your eyes letting out a small chuckle knowing you would more than likely ignore your masters words and do your own thing. He has often told you how much you remind him of a young Anakin Skywalker.

Time passes yet neither you nor your master sense or see Darth Maul. Yet this odd niggling feeling overcomes you, as if you are being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand on end and an alarmed emotion washes over you.

Was it the force or something more sinister?

Or was it just you loosing your mind on this maker forsaken planet of dust balls?

But you could hear it, the ever so faint whisper of the word exquisite almost like a rasping. No matter how hard you try , and by the force you are trying but you can’t seem to block out this whisper. Your heart began to race and that tingling feeling came back, but this was unlike before. No this one was burnt into you. A ghost finger trailing so softly up your arm towards your neck a gentle tug of the necklace you wear with pride.

A quick pinching off your forearm reminds you that your head needs to be on the game and focused. You are looking for Darth Maul, a night brother of Dathomir and a powerful Sith Lord.

But you feel it, you feel him boring into you. You gasp slightly in awe before slowly turning around glowing eyes capture you in what feels like a krykna web. His rich golden yellow eyes illuminate enough of his face covered by the hood of his inky black robes. He is beautiful yet sinister. His gaze upon you, watching you like you are his pray sends a hot flush to your cheeks. Turning to your master Obi-wan is your feeble attempt to break away from him and that smirk forming.

“Master….?” You say your voice in an almost whisper. You look over watching as your master adjusts the hood of his robes.

“I feel it too” he says, one hand placed on his chin as he was surveying the entire saloon. Both of you begin to make haste towards the doorway spotting the cloaked figure running out. But your chase for this mysterious being seems to have come to an abrupt stop. A dead end down an alleyway filled with nothing but a womp rat or two.

Physically you may of been alone but it seems the force was connecting you more and more with the son of Dathomir.

Again those whispers float all around you, sweeping through your very existence, filling your senses. No this must stop. You are soon to be a Jedi Knight and Jedi do not fall for such mind tricks by someone who was seduced to the dark side.In the orange glowing of the sunset you feel the hands of the force pulling you in, closer and closer until in the you make out two shapes, your master and the other one head to toe in black wielding an intimidating red double bladed lightsaber. His crown of horns poking through his hooded cloak.

“Obi-wan Kenobi we meet again” he says,a small sinister chuckle rumbles from his throat before forming up into his Form VI - Niman.

Watching as the two begin to stalk each other, neither backing down. A frustrations starts to bubble up from somewhere deep. Recalling your training and collecting yourself, you run over to the two without a second thought.

As you free your light saber from the clip of the belt cinched around your small waist, igniting the blade an Indigo blue halo forms around you. You block a strike that was headed straight for your master positioning yourself between the two men. As if morphing into one, you and the Sith Lord seem to become connected in ways you can’t begin to fathom. In synchronized movements, you exchange strikes once more. Your sabers collide again and again.

Blocking another blow, your hood falls from your head revealing a beauty Maul has never once witnessed in his life.

Your soft wavy hair gently blowing like delicate wildflowers in a summers evening field. Your pink plump lips pursed in pure concentration, the way your wide innocent eyes stare into his very existence showing no fear.

Almost as if time stopped, everything stood still. Every star planet in the galaxy came to a screeching halt, as the two of you stood there, lightsabers crossed, the red and indigo blades creating quite a stunning contrast as sparks fly.

His rich glowing eyes fixated on you, his heart began to race, the blood pumped through his veins and for a small moment you slit your gaze directly to the terrifying yet handsome Zabrak, your twinkling green eyes meet his red fire observance. That tingling feeling came back and overpowered every sense within you, shooting straight to your core. A feeling of fear yet prurience began rolling over you in waves. It takes you swift and sure. Only the sound of your Master’s voice dragged you back into the reality of the situation.

“I see you have met my Padawan” Obi-wan’s sarcastic tone fills the empty air before he takes on his usual Soresu style.

“Sarna look out!”

Obi-wan screams but to no avail a harsh blow strikes down against your saber causing you to fall back against the warm sandy foundations of Tatooine. Suddenly a dull tight feeling engulfs you. Unmoving with his inspection fully concentrated on you his mouth now cracked into an evil smile, your vision begins to blur, the air slowly being sucked out to you as you desperately claw at your throat in an attempt to yank the ghost hands away from you.

An anguished growl following a heavy thump to the harsh ground, you look over to see Maul clutching his arm, one last time his eyes survey over you, over your body then back to your fetching face.

And then he’s gone.

Instantaneously you find yourself back on Coruscant and back inside the walls of the Jedi Temple. Leaving your master with the council you take yourself off to your private quarters in hopes of some relaxation, some time to just cognizant those strange feelings that you’ve had with this Sith Lord.

Your body touched by the blush of the setting sun you lay back onto your bed, your hands restless your mind even more so.

You try and yet you cannot seem to fully let your mind be at peace, your body is full of rage and pent up frustration. Not something a Jedi should be feeling, not that is not allowed however more like something not to be openly discussed, but you are inflamed, your body longing for a release and a release you want him to fulfil, his chiselled handsome face, the feeling of his strong grip.

Your yearning for it- for him.

The wetness between your legs seeping out of your panties. Your pussy is aching. You lay your head back into the softness of your pillows squeezing them shut trying to think of anything to stop the urgency of your throbbing sex.

You feel fingertips achingly slow lightly running down your stomach all the way to your core, rubbing circles against your leather trousers each rub becoming more prominent than the last.

The fear you felt now put to shame by the desire sending shivers all over your body. His voice is back again just like on Tatooine, however this time brimming with sheer lust.

“Ah… the young Padawan… so beautiful so innocent “ he whispers.

You shoot your eyes open frantically darting around your small room, trying to place the voice to his face.

His voice is so regal, so harsh but maker you feel yourself so intrigued by it.

Physically your alone but he is with you somehow connected through the force. Suddenly you throw your hand upto your neck searching for your small pearl necklace your mother gifted you before you were taken to the Jedi Temple. She had always known the force was strong with you.

“Ah ah ah… finally noticed young one?” His voice sniggers coldly.

“Let me give you some advice young one- a Padawan should always be mindful of their surroundings, they should be able to feel when something is a miss..”

“It appears your Master has not naughty you well… Jedi…” he hisses.

“Get out of my head!” You spit sitting up on your bed your hands covering your head trying to ignore his voice and your lust filled thoughts. Your skin is prickling , your pulse quickening.

“Tsk tsk” he croons, almost as if you can feel his lips pressed against your neck and you can’t help by lolling your head back allowing the Sith Lord more access to your sensitive skin.

“But aren’t you curious young one?” His voice so taunting.

The way he manipulates the force to awaken this dark lust within you. The feeling of him gently nipping at your skin , another ghost hand delicately kneading at the soft flesh of your chest.

Before you can form a reply, the smallest of breathy moans leaves your lips. Your breath catches and your nails grip at your linen bed sheets.

“Curious about what?” You huff using all your will to stop this feeling you know is so wrong and goes against everything , the order, what you have dedicated your life to. You try in vain to push him away, yet he’s far too big, too powerful.

His large forearm now bracing your wrists together above your head with one hand, the invisible body over you so heavy you can’t squirm. The other ghost hand palming over your moist entrance pressing firmer as each second goes by.

“Everything” He is so close you feel his hot breath fan over your face.

Your gasps and soft moans are enough for him to continue his unseen exploration of your petite perfect body.

Those ghost fingers pull open at your trousers enough so he has access to your wet pussy he desires, slowly and feather light you feel beautiful pleasure begin to seep through you as he begins to rub your sensitive clit, gentle at first before the pace quickens.

Volts of filthy yearning flow over you in waves , his pace never relenting only becoming quicker.

“More- dont stop… please”

you mewl and moan bucking your hips up so desperately for more of his touch, so desperately wanting to feel his skilled fingers inside of you. Your climax ever so close to spilling out and engulfing your whole body.

“Ah yes. More?” His low sinister chuckle fills the room.

You feel the ghost finger tips slide down your sternum between your breast bone all the way to your centre. His touch is oh so galvanizing.

“Oh you exquisite thing, there is plenty of time for more, but now I have more pressing matters I must attend too”

As quick as it came his touch is now gone. You whine at the loss of his fingers working you so expertly.

The room now suddenly feels so empty and you can’t help but pathetically attempt to cover yourself up.

A racing heart and the bed around you cold in the dark night sky glow and all that is left is the lingering feeling is his large fingers. The feeling of sin gnawing away at you.

Yet you still want more.

Just as you considering finishing the job yourself there's a knock at your door. In panic you collect yourself before answering sheepishly

“Oh, hello Master. What can I do for you?"

Obi-wan scratches at his chin and for a moment and the panic that runs over your body wondering if he picked up on what went on just a few short moments ago is spreading like wild fire.

Raising a brow he drops his hand back to his side "it seems we are needed and will be leaving shortly”.

His tone of voice always has a way to calm you no matter what the situation.

You continue to push the thoughts out of your mind from earlier in the evening and take yourself to the fresher to get ready for the next mission, and for all the stars above you have no idea where you are going or what this mission entails.

From leaving the Jedi Temple , to the ride in the starship to finally landing back on Tatooine, maker you don’t know what it is but you have a strong dislike for this planet. The landing was smooth your master was a good pilot but not as good as Anakin Skywalker. Obi-wan knew the admiration you felt for Anakin. He was proud of you and of Anakin.

“Not a bad landing Master” you chuckle as the hiss of the door opening and the landing pad extends.

Obi-wan simply glances at you and rubs his hand over his chin once more.

“Now now Sarna, please keep your focus. We are to locate Darth Maul and by all means necessary bring him back to Coruscant to face trial”

You nod. “Yes Master” even you are surprised as to how calm you truly are.

“Keep your comms on, we are to meet back here by suns down” Obi-wan instructs you whilst adjusting his hood and departs off into the bustling streets.

For a brief moment you stand there and compose yourself scanning your surrounds until once again that rasping whisper floods your ears.

“Hello exquisite thing. Come to me. We have much to discuss on such little time” his regal commanding voice has you completely following his orders until you find yourself standing in front of a large durasteel door.

A quick whooshing sound and in the shadows you see him, the sight of him stood there now feels rather sinister, his crimson skin decorated with black tattoos , his rich yellow eyes glowing boring into yours. Under his black hooded robes you can make out his horns.

Silence.

That heat pools in your stomach dampening your core once more, yet you stand there as tall as you can trying your upmost best to not let him sense your fears…. And your lust.

“Do I frighten you?”

His rich and regal voice is striking.

Finally you remove your hood revealing your beauty once more to Maul. Standing there he begins to drink in all you have to offer. His eyes gaze up and down your body wrapped in your brown tunic and tight leather trousers.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me, I’m here to take it back and you are to be taken back to Coruscant”

A low rumble chuckle fills the once more silence.

“Young Padawan you may of course have this piece of jewellery back, please step in and I will hand it over to you”

A cruel smirk twists in his face, and those eyes roam over your chest partially peaking out from your tunic.

Slowly you step into the small room, one hand placed firmly on your lightsaber whilst the other twitches at your side. Trying so hard to compose yourself. Finally you stop in the centre of the room.

Maul begins to circle you achingly slow until he stops behind you, so close you can feel his breath fan over you. Your heart races and your core throbs

He leans into you his strong body pushed firmly against your back. You suck in an intake of breathe in the most quiet way you can, your hand still holding your lightsaber, a matter of life and death when you are in such close proximity to a powerful Sith Lord.

“Your thoughts betray you young one”

A raspy whisper in your ear before he gently places his lips on your bare flesh, kissing your neck so featherlight. Once again he manipulates the force and you feel your necklace back in place.

Each beat of your heart becomes louder and louder, faster and faster.

“I know what it is you desire exquisite one”

“And what is that Maul?” You turn around to face him, your pretty green eyes staring straight at him.

Silence.

Neither of you say a word for a few moments.

Maul sighs through his nose and for a brief second looks to the ground before looking back up at you, at your irresistible face and a dark smile tugs at the corner of his lips and his eyes fill with lust.

“This”

Forcefully pushing you against the cold stone wall,he wraps his arm around your waist, while the other gently grabs onto your neck, his hold is robust as he kisses you hard. Your pussy throbs for him. You moan into his kiss, as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

The sound of his deep groans sparks that sweet sinful wetness between your legs once again, and all you crave is , for him to be close to you, on you, inside you.

The friction between your legs burning and burning you desperately pull him closer trying to feel anything you can, Maul senses this and presses into you even closer. You can feel the thick hardening of his cock straining against his trousers , against you. Your wet pussy is so needy for him and he knows this.

Oh stars you are fucking craving this.

Breaking away from the hot and heavy kiss, you rip at his own dark tunic pulling it and throwing to the other end of the room. His body is so toned so fucking sexy, filled with those black tattoos you can’t help but admire. You bite your bottom lip looking the Sith Lord directly in his eyes with an innocence he has such a need to destroy, and for a minuscule of a second you see a softness wash over his features, before he lunges back at you so desperate to feel you again.

Grinding against you hard, pushing into you he makes quick work of removing all of your clothing revealing your delicate olive skin, your small chest falls from your bra. If weren’t listening you would of almost missed his gasping as his eyes drink in your naked body.

He slowly gets onto his knees , his mouth devastatingly close to your glistening pussy, he is fixated on what he sees in front of him , his hands trailing over every inch of you, worshipping your body like a serene goddess.

“Open your legs” he commands in a voice you dare not to disobey.

And you do, you spread your legs wide and throw your head back against the wall as he begins to feast on you, like a man starved. His tongue working with such authority such virtuoso, lapping up your sweet juices. You whimper and moan as he sucks on your clit.

Sucking , biting and licking at your soaking pussy he does not stop he keeps going and going , his tongue begins fucking you while one hand works your overly sensitive clit you can feel the build up of your orgasm nearing. His moans of praise pushing you even further

“Ohhh - Maul yes I’m going to-“

He slows his tongue down and looks up at you placing a gentle wet kiss over your slit.

“Shhh I know” he hushes and with that slides two large fingers inside you pumping them in and out at a furious pace all whilst he suck’s on your clit.

“Mmm good girl you taste as exquisite as you look ”

Your body simply cannot stand it and you come undone. An overwhelming white hot sensation engulfs you. Shaking and sobbing with such beautiful rapture. You run your hands delicately over those sharp horns and pull him up to face you. That smirk is there yet not sinister more sensual.

Laying back into the small makeshift bed your hair splayed out , your perfect body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat unable to take your eyes off this incredible Zabrak you open your legs enough to allow him the access you are so thirsting for.

“Do you want this exquisite one?” His voice laced in passion.

You can only whimper out a shakey “yes” before you feel him sinking balls deep into you. Your arms tangle around each other , his pace slow, gentle allowing you to adjust to his immense size, you feel every rib, every vein as his pace picks up.

“Good girl you look ever so good beneath me”

“I am the only one who will fuck you like this exquisite one…” his regal voice continues to send that shiver down your spine.

“Mmmm Maul- ohh yes it’s only you”

Your needy whines and whimpers fuel his furious pounding into you.

Maul yanks your legs placing them up and onto his shoulders allowing him to reach into you even deeper.

He peppers your ankles with silky kisses before continuing his sedulous fucking.

He groans and starts to fuck you harder and harder, it feels so right yet so wrong at the same time. You feel a shadow of darkness engulf you if only for a brief movement. Looking up at him through your sex- drunk eyes you see him so close to his peak , he looks so beautiful his eyes begin to flutter as his pace falters you can feel him loosing control deep inside you. Wet erotic sounds of passionate yet filthy love making fill the air , your orgasm teetering so close to erupting out of you.

You pull him into you as he kisses and bites at your neck groaning lewd praises his hands firmly grabbing the soft flesh of hips, his guttural growls and his relentless fucking of your cunt sends you over the edge.

Crying out in sheer bliss you , you whine so pathetically for him coating his throbbing monstrous cock in your creamy cum. His arms never leave your shaking breathless body while his hips buck even harder into you splitting you in two.

“Ohhh Maul- yes oh stars don’t stop”

One final harsh thrust he groans and curses in his native tongue coating your sweet tight insides full of his seed. The sweet ache of him stretching you releasing himself within you, his burning hot skin against yours, his firm hold on you and his tender kisses in the crook of your neck sends a lightening bolt of white hot pleasure flowing throughout you, your pussy milking his perfect cock for as much as you can get. His warm cum drips out of your ruined pussy, slowly running down your thighs.

Laying by your side Maul gently rubs his fingers over your slit catching the cum as falls out of you. Watching your every move.

That dark sinister smile beaming at you as he plays with a sensitive nipple slowly rubbing both his and your release smoothly over your tits. Turning your head slightly looking at him with wide eyes blown with lust he places his sticky thumb onto your swollen lips , without hesitation you gently part your lips, sucking the sweet and tangy juices off of his thumb ever so divinely.

His eyes so smug, he can sense your thoughts.

“Mmm I believe you want more- yes?”

Running his fingers up the side of your thigh with his free hand, nails digging into your flesh, the sight of you pleading so desperate, he adores this. He takes such pleasure from this.

So achingly slow he slides two fingers inside you, your cum filled pussy taking his fingers easily, gasping as he enters you.

“Maul…” you sigh closing your eyes biting at your bottom lip trying to control the moans that are so close to spilling out of your mouth.

Taking him by surprise you grab his throbbing length and begin to pump him fast driving him crazy.

He growls at your touch and uses his free hand to take a fistful of your hair, and pulls your to face him. He wants to watch you come undone once more for him, to watch your beautiful face contort in the pleasure he brings you. Again and again his two fingers explore inside you until he finds that sweet sensitive spongy spongy spot that sends jolting piercing pleasure throughout you once more.

Your walls clench around his fingers as the intensity of your third orgasm rips through you. You work in sync with him pumping him tighter and faster until his cock twitches squirting thick ropes of warm cum over your hand and thigh.

He curses, removing himself from your grip to run his fingers down the side of your face.

Your soft sobs of dizzy gratification slowly begin to fade away as you steady your breathing. You feel a soft kiss upon your temple and for a moment the only sounds in the room are your breathing in unison.

“Exquisite one are you - … did I hurt you?” Suddenly realising how fragile you are laid under him.

Stuttering your words you can only muster a quiet “no”

Maul slowly pulls away from you to place his robe over the both of you as lays at your side gently holding you, a sense of calm and peace rush over you and you melt into his strong arms, drawling circles into his biceps with your fingers. The silence is just beautiful right now. You turn around to face him placing a gentle and upon his cheek, he slightly flinches at your touch but slowly he weakens and relaxes feeling your delicate hand so kindly caressing his face.

As a Sith Lord showing this affection it is weak, he could easily strike you down here and now yet he chooses to hold you, to make you feel alive yet deep down you know how wrong this is, and in this succulent moment you don’t even hear the door whoosh open.

“Sarna….” The disappoint in your Masters voice falls heavy on you, it feels like your heart is breaking.

Obi-wan stands there his face completely and utterly dismayed. Pure incandescent rage seeps into his blue eyes which bore into the sight of his Padawan, in the arms of a Sith Lord. His fingers twitch at the side of his lightsaber.

“Jedi..” Maul growls his wrath causes him to push his arm across as if you protect you from the galaxy and the evil within it.

“Let”

“Her”

“Go”

“Or this time I really will kill you Maul”

“Master! Please let me explain!” You beg and bundle past Maul in great need of trying to unravel this mess you have gotten yourself in.

It only takes you mere seconds to pull your clothing back on and race to your masters side.

“Leave… now!” Obi-wans stern voice brings you to shame , you turn to face Maul and voice a soft thank you before scuttling out of the room with your head hanging low.

The distant sound of a lightsabers clashing between your master and your unexpected lover cause nothing but affliction , your connection to the force seems so lost.

Then no more sounds spill out of the small room you and Maul had such intoxicating love making in, just silence. Deadly silence , in the distance you see a small starship zoom off into the distant sky and all you can think is thank the maker Maul is alive.

For what seems like several rotations your Master finally steps outside, glancing over at you scrutinising you before he finally speaks.

“We are to head back to Coruscant with immediate effect”

“We will speak of this to no-one , do you understand me?”

Not once have you felt Obi-wan so disenchanted. He cannot even look at you. The ride back is quiet, uncomfortable. You keep your fingers wrapped around your necklace the only thing that seems to be able to comfort you.

As soon as you touch down on Coruscant Obi-wan heads straight to the Jedi Council, your heart plummets and your stomach forms knots one cannot comprehend, you take the time to head to the gardens to mediate to try and dilute yourself. Feeling a strong presence behind you, a calm one…. Your Master.

“I have failed you Sarna”

“Just like I failed my own Master…-“ his voice trails off slightly before he regains his composure.

You blink back stinging tears, a your breathe out a deep sigh.

“You have not failed me Master, it is I who has failed you. Am I to leave the order?”

The tears glisten as they begin to fall down your rosy cheeks. Obi-wan catches sight of this and sits down next to placing his hand upon your forearm , his blue eyes twinkling in the orange glow of the setting sun.

“No my child you are staying right here, the force is strong with you and I have petitioned to the council for your tests, they take place next week, and even though I have not prepared for you this and I can only but apologise.”

“ You will become a fine Jedi Knight Sarna”

His smile brings warmth to your heart.

And with that you are left alone with your thoughts, making your way back to your quarters, you can feel him ever so slightly his regal voice whispering and repeating the same two words.

“Exquisite one”

Once back within the safety of your room you sit there dazed , confused, and that familiar heat building up in your core once more. Again your Sith lover manipulates the force and you feel ghost fingers trailing up your spine to nape of your neck.

A set of lips placing fine touch kisses down your throat. It takes much out of you but fight and fight his voice his touch. To remove them from your mind, from your body.

“Do you no longer like when I touch you?” His voice once more taunting you.

Silence.

“ Why have you forsaken me young one?” His voice cold yet you are sure there is a hint of sadness floating around in there.

“You are a Sith Lord Maul, you have been tempted and fallen to the dark side. You are weak yet you believe you are strong. You will forever be forsaken in my eyes and the eyes of many” your words strike him deeper then he could ever imagine.

Your eyes fill with tears once more, a lump in your throat forms and it becomes so difficult to swallow, your heart feels sorrow. Standing in front of the mirror in your room you brush over the bruises and bites left only a day ago, by someone you never thought would take ahold of your heart in such a profound way.

“Why do you weep?” His rich , regal voice you’ve grown fond of is so gentle tugging at the strings of your heart.

“Leave me!” You snap turning away to face your small window, gazing out on the neon glowing night of Coruscant.

“I am unable to ever hear your voice again, to ever see your face unless to bring you to justice for the crimes you have committed. The Sith cannot be allowed to resurface”

“Now go Maul” the way you brush him off so nonchalantly breaks your heart piece by piece.

For a very brief moment you can feel his pain, his anger seething inside of him burns into your veins your very existence.

The wretched hollow ache you feel causes you to howl out a mix of cries and curses. You hold onto the small necklace you dote on so deeply , turning back to the mirror once more, your eyes judge over the feeble mess you have now become. The tears stream down your face, the saltiness tainting your lips, settling on your tongue. You hold yourself with your arms repeating the same words over and over.

“I will not be tempted”.

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Darth Maul x Reader: Show Me

Word Count: 2,230 Warnings/Notes: NSFW, MINORS DNI. An attempt at sub!maul. GN!Reader. Established relationship, kissing, lip biting, neck biting/nibbling, Reader groping Maul through his clothes, base of horns being stimulated, growling and purring Maul, unprotected sex, and I think that’s it?? Summary: The Reader and Maul have not seen one another for quite some time. When they finally have some time alone, things become very intimate.

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Another standard day on another planet somewhere in the galaxy. Obviously, you very well knew where you were. The coordinates, however, made no difference to you. It had been many months and long hours since you had last seen your partner. Your ally. Your lover. Finding the time, and the right space, to be together proved tricky. It was a good thing that your lover was ever the determined one. Persistent. As you continued to sit in your piloting seat, you stared out the viewport. Every little detail, movement, and change in the breeze held your unyielding attention. A shift in your breath. But still, you saw nothing, You knew, however, that he could cloak himself in many ways. And as a striking black ship recoiled its technological invisibility, it glided around to land. Your heart rate picked up. A sort of electricity sparked beneath your skin. Anticipation. Pushing off of your chair, you made your way to the exit.

As the ramp lowered, you saw him. A gentle breeze billowed his black cloak. The hood was up, but you could still make out the striking features of his face. “Maul,” you greeted with a small civil smile. Walking slowly down the ramp, you noted how his arms were crossed over his chest. Perhaps he was not in the mood for such humor. Only time would tell. “It’s been a while.” “I’ve been training daily.” His golden eyes bore a fiery focus onto you form as you approached. Stopping within arms reach, you smirked. “Not nightly?” He frowned. The expression intensified by his dark tattoos. You kept a light laugh to yourself. “My ship or yours?” His gaze flickered, a dent made in his composure. “I believe my Sith Infiltrator will be suitable enough for our meeting.” With a nod in agreement, you lifted your wrist. A single press of your finger to the device resting there and your ship’s ramp sealed shut. You waited for no further invitation before walking past him and up the ramp to his own spacecraft.

Standing in the middle of the Ready Room, you waited. It only took a short amount of seconds for Maul to enter as well. The AFT Airlock sealed behind the pair of you, blocking out all sounds from the outside world. You could not even hear him breathing. The two footsteps pausing a short distance behind you though, you did not miss. “It has been far too long,” Maul said, causing you to turn around. His arms were not folded, and his head was not held up so high. “It had proven difficult some days when y thoughts betrayed me…thinking of you. My complete focus must be on my training, my missions, my greater purpose. But as I lay to rest on my bed roll at night, your hold on me is too strong. I could not bare it any longer.” He stopped short of saying more. A light crack shook his voice as he looked upon you. “I missed you…most terribly.” Stepping up to him, you leaned forward, but made no further movement. You smiled as you watched his eyes plead and his red lips tremble. You could be a tease when you wanted to be, but you were not awful. Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, he whimpered softly. “I missed you too.” As his eyes searched for more clarity, you reached upward. You took up the hem of his hood within your grasp and tossed it back over his head. Then you were finally able to see the full majesty of his crown of horns atop his head. “You said that you missed me?” His gloves crinkled at the flexing of his hands. “Yes.” You kissed his lips again and he sighed. “Show me.” At once, he tore the comlink off of his wrist and crushed it within his grip. He dropped the fragments off to the side without a single glance. The next action caused your eyebrows to raise. Maul knelt down on both his knees. Sitting back on the heels of his boots, he gazed up at you. “I have missed you, and I will show you. Have no doubt, my loyalty to you is strong and unyielding. I—” He took a breath, but his composure was lost. “As much as I want to show you…I’m afraid my need for you greatly outweighs that.” “What do you need, Maul?” You asked. With a single fingertip, you traced down the edge of a tattoo on his cheek. His eyelids fluttered closed at your touch. “You,” he sighed. “I need your touch. I crave it. Please.” His plea echoed in your ears. You looked on at him, eyes shut but seeing all that he needed to with the Force. Sometimes it seemed as though there was nothing he would refuse from you. From your standpoint with him kneeling in front of you, you called that more than just trust. Maul gasped lightly from his parted lips, your hands were finally on him. The gentle way your fingertips massaged around his horns had his breath quaking at the sensation. Gradually, his head leaned closer. A subconscious desire for more of your touch. Despite his enjoyment, you had other plans in mind. “Thank you.” Maul sighed as your hands slipped away. Eyes open, they locked onto yours when you delicately lifted his head up by his chin. “Do you want more of me, Maul?” “Yes.” You smiled and beckoned him toward the lift off to your left. “Not either of the sleeping compartments?” He asked. The two rooms resided on either side of the lift to the cockpit. But you had no intention of using them. At least for the time being.

A press of a gloved finger, and the door slide open. When the pair of you entered, you kept an eye on his movements. Again, he selected a button to shut the door, but as he moved to make the lift rise to the top level of the ship, you grabbed his hand. The brow ridges on his face furrowed. “Did you not want to go to the cockpit anymore?” You smiled and brought his hand to your chest. “I’d like to stay in here for a while. Unless you had any objections.” He peered around the enclosed space. There was just enough width to extend your arms out to your sides. “Is this enough room for us?” “Yes,” you gave a small laugh. “Unless you wanted to run around.” “No,” he frowned at your comment. “All right then.” An inch closer, and you were in his personal space. Releasing his hand, you cupped his face within your grasp and kissed him. Upon feeling his gloved palms on your waist, you deepened the kiss ever so slightly.

“Remove your gloves,” you murmured against his lips. As you pressed your lips to his again, you heard fabric hit the floor. It was a sound that you wanted to hear once more. Especially if such a thing brought you closer to him. You slid your hands down to his neck and over his clothed chest. Scooping your hands under the front of his cloak, you tossed the fabric over his shoulders. You hummed in delight as it too fell to the floor. It certainly helped that Maul smoothed his palms up your back afterward. A light pressure from his hands, and he pulled you in closely. The proximity ignited a deep purr within his chest. Low and subtle at first, until you too felt it rumbling in your own chest. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Knowing how he usually reacted, you teased him only a little. A squeeze to his shoulders, and you felt a change in his vocal pace. The purring kipped a beat at your words. His kisses drifted beyond your mouth. Those red lips of his left their mark along your jaw and up your cheek. It ended al too quickly for your own liking. However, one intimacy was only ever replaced with another. Affectionately, he nuzzled his face to yours. As he rubbed his cheek up the side of your face, you smiled. Running a hand down his torso, you could feel the textural differences of his outfit. Then, you flicked aside an end of his tabard to cup your hand up between his thighs. His breath hitched by your ear, sending chills down your neck. There, you massaged gently to the sounds of his sweet moans.

Hips bucking once into your palm, you stopped you kneading. “Take off your clothes,” you whispered into his ear. Releasing his hold on you, Maul hastily removed each garment one by one. Not wanting to wait too long, you found yourself doing the same. Admiring your partner and pulling off your clothes were tasks that could be accomplished at once.

A few meager kicks to your fallen clothes proved a humorous feat. Once that was to your liking on the other side of the lift, you brought your attention back upward. Stepping closer to you, Maul stopped as you placed a single index finger to his chest. He looked down momentarily. A fraction of a head tilt indicated his curiosity. Applying pressure to his chest, he sunk down to the floor with you kneeling after him, straddling his lap. The bundle of his black cloak assisted greatly. You were not fond of no sort of padding under your knees. Smiling at him, you tapped your finger on the upside-down heart shaped tattoo between his large pectorals. “I guess you could say that you have three,” you laughed. Maul grinned and leaned back on the wall paneling. Eyes gazing up and down, you unapologetically admired his appearance. It had been to many months since you had last seen him. There was no way that you would possibly ignore such a sight.

For stability, you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. When you raised your hips, Maul’s hand slipped underneath to assist. Sinking down slowly, your moans were covered by his groans of aching desire long awaited. Slowly, you drew out his songs of yearning. A hand of his roamed along your back, feeling every dip and curve. The other gripped tightly onto your thigh. Leisurely kissing his neck, you were in no rush to finish.

Making pause to your thrusts, you reached your hands up to his scalp. Intricately, you massaged the base of his horns. Knowing all to well of their sensitivity. To his face, you planted kisses. Soft and loving. Maul’s fingers pushed impossibly into your skin. Both on your back and thigh. If he kept it up, it might result in bruising later. You moved your hands back down to rest your arms along his shoulders. Hugging him close, you nudged the tip of your nose to his. “Are you all right?” “Yes,” he said with heavy eyelids. An open kiss to his lips and you latched your teeth onto his bottom lip. Pulling gently, you gave a small nibble before letting go, eliciting a small growl from Maul. “I like when you do that.” A curl of his lips and he snarled playfully at you. It was with that sound that drew you forward again. Exchanging a deeply passionate kiss, you thrusted slowly for a moment. Soon, you found a quick and deeply satisfying rhythm. Muscular arms barred against your back. If he could find a way to bring your bodies closer, he would. Through the kiss, you drank his every moan.

All thrusts were put on hold once again. “Don’t stop, please.” He groaned into a whimper. You swiped your tongue along his bottom lip. Each second, you looked into his eyes. At the sight, he moaned. Blinking to clear his mind, he kissed you firmly multiple times. A wicked grin spread across your lips. All kissing stopped when you began thrusting down hard onto him. Not breaking eye contact, you swore his pupils dilated. Gradually, his head relined. The horns at the back of his head scraped the wall, and his mouth hung agape. Moans permeated out through the lift. Leaning in, you bit and nibbled at his neck. Further steering him closer to his sated pleasure.

His moans became louder and yours grew with his. If there was any other life-form to wander onto the ship, you would not know. With a rush of throbs and a satisfying chill, you gasped up into his ear. “Uhn,” he stiffened. A long moan extended out into a stuttering end. The hold he had on your back lessened. Shaky growls fell from his mouth openly. Relatively getting your breathing back to normal, you lifted your head up to view him. The golden irises stared upward in a dreamy glaze. Lightly, you dragged the tip of a finger down along the diamond shaped tattoos of his nose. It took a good minute to take affect. Gingerly, you eased him back. His focus slowly returned to you and the present. Clear eyes looked between yours, checking. “Are we to rest now?” “Yes,” you breathed out a laugh. “We need it. Current situation aside.” Maul hummed contently. The hands he had on you became gentle, tracing unknown symbols. A smirk, however, played at your lips when you kissed him. “Do you want to make a mess of things in another room?”

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By The Light Of The Second Moon

A Darth Maul x F/AFAB!Reader Fanfiction

chapter eighteen: all that glitters

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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Your dazzling new life on Coruscant is not all that you dreamed it would be. RATING: Explicit. This work is strictly for those 18+ due to sexual content. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 6.7k CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: Listed beneath the cut. CHAPTER SONGS: without you, ursine vulpine, annaca. love you more, llynks. A/N: Hello lovely readers. A friend's OC appears in this chapter - Risha was created by @elledjarin​. A big thank you to her for letting me write her character. Apologies for the absence, I needed a break. But now I'm back and ready to finally wrap up this story. Beware, this is an angsty one. Eternally grateful for your support, El ♡

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: loneliness, confusion, betrayal, trauma response, panic attack, threat, violence, murder.

Chapter Eighteen All That Glitters

“Keep your head down,” instructs Maul rather sternly, draping you in one of his inky black robes. He slowly lifts the large hood to hide your face, his touch lingering, as though he is hesitant to hide you away. He then raises his hood, concealing his own distinctive features. He takes your small bag, filled with all your belongings in the galaxy, and grips your shaking fingers in his own. Without a further word, he gently helps you down the entry ramp and to the surface of the planet, and into the very heart of the Republic, the thriving hub of the Core worlds.

The next few hours swarm with urgent movement. Time streams past you like the leaves of the Great Wood in autumn winds. Maul was able to stealthily land the starship in a vast docking station, and the gleaming durasteel of its flooring looks as though it stretches on forever. Your legs quiver with each step you take, the metallic thud of your footsteps foreign to ears so used to soil. Your stomach turns with every industrial sound, with every droid that buzzes by, each bright artificial light hurting your eyes. The constant flurry of people makes your strained vision swim with vertigo. All different kinds of people you have never seen before, so many people. You and Maul move swiftly, hand in hand, going up and down platforms, in and out of carriages that shoot you through the vast city. This vibrant forever city. It never seems to end.

Maul takes complete control, so knowing and determined, his eyes fixed forward beneath his hood, silent. Every so often he places his palm on your lower back, as if to check that you're still standing. His competence is an anchor to the commotion of the newness around you, a comfort to your complete ignorance and lack of understanding. You don’t have much choice other than to trust that he knows what is best for you. Your anxiety builds with every step, his words from the starship ringing in your ears. You look up to try and distract yourself, watch for the clouds or the stars or the moons - but all you can see are buildings. You can no longer even see the sky, now you are so deeply entrenched in this city-planet.

As you whizz through this strange and unfamiliar metropolis, you find yourself circling back to the same fixation to cope with the chaos of this new place. Your fear is held back in your own strange, disconnected way. You focus on a silent quest that you have never had the opportunity to embark on before. You realise that you are looking at each person you pass in their face, scouring their features for something, some kind of recognition. After what feels like an hour you make sense of what you are doing: that you are seeking the features of her. Your Mother. You see her in each of the hundreds of skin tones, each new race, each gender and style of person. You see her in the odd buskers that play strange instruments on the streets, you see her in the women that huddle together and squeak at one another in excitement. You see her in the parents that coddle their children, in the street vendors and market stall owners, the pompous folk strutting around in flowing robes as though they are floating. But you mainly see her in the faces of those who suffer. You see her in the bodies that litter the ground, without an aim or a home. You see her in the drunken souls that shout and holler through the crowds, the crying children and angry men. You see her in those that wander the streets in obvious involuntary solitude. You surprise yourself, because though it is spiteful, you catch yourself hoping that you will see her in a state similar to those that have clearly been broken by the unkindness of living. You want to see her intoxicated, destitute and alone. Because one question spins through your mind as Maul leads you through the biggest city in the universe, as resentment and fury burns inside your guts.

How could she leave you?

You wonder if she would recognise you, if she saw you now. If she’d cry in relief, disbelief or amazement. If she’d shrivel up in shame. What if she has a whole new family? That last thought forms a lump in your throat, and suddenly you want her to feel pain, feel your pain: the pain that she caused by leaving you. Any understanding or empathy you held for her now dissipates in the hot, polluted air. You are shaking now, not with trepidation, but with rage. Your temper blossoms wildly, replacing all of your apprehension and excitement. Your eyes sting with the threat of unshed, wrathful tears. Maul does not react, though you know he must be sensing your discontent. He pulls you along, holds your hand a little tighter, and you continue your silent search for your mother in the faces of strangers.

The more time that passes, the more people, speeders, noises, smells and sights you encounter. The more unique faces that you interrogate with scowling eyes. Until soon, Maul stops, and sits you down gently on a bench in what appears to be a small food district, placing your belongings at your side. You keep your eyes tracked on him, wide, disbelieving. Your own rage is set aside as you notice that Maul seems agitated, as though he is on edge and raring to separate himself from you. Your stomach drops, fury transforming into dread, as you are suddenly and vibrantly aware of his wishes, of how naive you have been. His true nature dawns on you once again, his priorities, his life’s purpose. The conversation you had with him in the starship comes back to you once more, and you wonder what tiny sliver of significance you even are to him? What space, if any, do you take up in his cold, brutal hearts?

“Stay here. Do not talk to anybody. I have somewhere I need to be.” You blink at him, unable to compute his callousness. “I will return in good time.”

Is he serious? But before you can object, he swiftly steps backwards, is lost to the heaving crowds, and is gone. And though you are sitting in the heart of the most densely populated location in existence, you have never felt so terribly, unfathomably alone.

-

At first you are unsure what to do with yourself, and sit on your bench with a straight back, nervous and intimidated by all the people around you, hyper aware of their proximity. You watch them all, still unable to prevent yourself from looking for your Mother. All these people. People who so easily ignore you, walking by as though you are not even sitting there.

It isn’t long until you notice your stomach rumbling. To distract yourself from the shock of being dumped in some strange place by Maul to fend for yourself, you eye up the range of strange alien cuisines, wondering what each would taste like. Your gaze settles on a four armed man who is tossing up something into the air...odd looking pieces of…bread?

“I wouldn’t…if I were you,” comes a soft voice to your left.

The voice is shy, even sweet. But it still makes you jump. “E-Excuse me?”

“That particular dish does not suit human appetites.”

You turn towards the sound of the voice and see the speaker. She is a woman of a species you have never encountered before. She is rather tall, and has skin of the brightest and most compelling blue. Her skin is like the sky on the Planet in midsummer, and the markings on her face are as white as the clouds. Instead of hair atop her head there are two large horn-shaped growths that reach upwards in the direction of the planet’s surface, and beneath them, framing her face are three long appendages; one hanging behind her at her back, and two in front of each shoulder. You recognise that they are similar to the lekku of the Twi'leks, and you wonder where she comes from. She has thick white stripes across the blue of them, and once again you are reminded of cloud-touched skies. The woman slips onto the bench beside you, and you hear the delicate tinkle of her silver jewellery that adorns her head, face, wrists.

“You’re new here,” she says as a matter of fact.

“Oh,” you reply. “Is it so obvious?”

“Kind of,” she pauses, a little hesitant, and then leans closer. “I like your accent. I don’t think I have heard anything quite like that before. Can I ask where you are from?”

Accent? It never dawned on you that you’d have one. “Very far away,” you reply awkwardly. After a pause you realise that the stranger would probably appreciate a better answer. “Well, I …I think the planet is known as Sushariel.”

“The outer rim?” she asks curiously.

“Yes.”

“Ah,” she says, and purses her lips slightly. You recognise in her expression a stunted curiosity. You can see her refraining from asking more of you about where you came from, what world you left behind. It is then that you can see yourself in her, that glint of excitement when meeting somebody new, from so many stars away. What stories and experiences come with such a soul?

“Is it your first time on Coruscant?” she enquiries politely.

“Yes, it is.”

“I know how daunting and exciting that can be. I moved here from my home planet not long ago. Coruscant is a magnificent place, but a little overwhelming at first.”

You nod in agreement, reminding yourself to take a deep breath. You inhale the sweet and spicy scents of a multitude of foods being bought and sold around you. The odd aromas alongside the tall woman’s voice begin to ground you slightly. However, you are still wrecked with such an engulfing sense of isolation and anxiety that you are unable to respond, but: you have stopped instinctively looking for your Mother. A wave of relief settles across your shoulders.

“Oh!” she exclaims. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Risha.” Risha flashes you a warm smile, and you feel your eyes prickle with tears at her sincerity and kindness. You tell her your name in return, and find yourself thanking the stars that such a gracious woman found her way to your side at your time of such fervent loneliness and upheaval.

"What kind of food do you like?”

“Well...we eat a lot of fruit where I come from.”

Risha points at a small stall to the north side of the food court in response, where a small elderly Duros woman hunches over a stall of what appears to be fruits of varying shapes and sizes. “Try anything from Old Dira over there. She has the sweetest produce in this quadrant.” She flashes you a smirk. “Those shiny little green berries are my favourite.”

“Thank you, so much,” you manage to say. “I would have no idea where to begin.”

A beeping noise begins to flare from a pocket at her waist. “Stars,” Risha mutters, silencing a strange looking device. “I have to go, I’m going to be late for class.” She stands up, straightening a pretty sash at her hips, that hangs down her legs, over her long, flowing skirt. Her clothing is light and breezy, and reminds you of those that you once owned in girlhood. Her sparkling jewellery twinkles under the glare of the bright lights, and you are struck by how pretty she is. Your hands start to twitch, gravitating to your sketching tools in your bag. How badly you would like to draw this warm, thoughtful stranger. Then she asks, “where are you staying?”

You do not know what to say in response. Where are you staying? Where are you going to go? What if Maul doesn’t come back?

“I haven’t quite figured it out yet,” you try to sound casual instead of panicked. “There were complications. I have a…a… friend who is figuring it out now.”

“That’s okay! These things happen.” Risha smiles in understanding, though she seems hesitant to leave you by yourself. “I study at the University, and I am often on shift in the library. Visit me? I’d love to hear about your home planet.”

You nod enthusiastically. “Absolutely. It has been so nice to meet you, Risha. Thanks for your advice.”

She bows her head and walks away, and you watch her meander through the crowd, a tall blue beacon of grace and compassion. You suddenly feel less broken after your encounter with her. Your belief in the kindness of strangers flares back to life, and you smile widely looking toward the fruit stall Risha recommended. Maul’s betrayal and rather stark apathy still stings, of course, but the coursing joy of hope roars in your veins. You are in a glittering, bright new world.

You are about to head over to buy some berries, but soon remember that you have no money to make a purchase. Your face licks with heat, embarrassment at your own stupidity and ignorance. How are you going to do anything without money? How are you going to do anything without Maul? The thought makes your insides lurch slightly, trepidation and dread twisting your stomach. You look down at your feet, awash with a sense of foreboding, but then you notice a little glint in your peripheral vision. On the bench at your side are a few strange pieces of rectangular durasteel. Republic credits, “accidentally” left behind, courtesy of your new friend Risha.

Moons bless you, Risha.

You vow to visit the library, to pay her back her kindness as soon as you can.

-

You nibble on the strange little berries you bought from Old Dira. They are good, sweeter than any fruit on your home planet, and the tiny bursts of fructose slightly soothe your bleating worries. With no sign of Maul, you find yourself growing restless and decide to go for a walk, to stretch your legs and see what the city has to offer. If you're lucky, even clear your mind a little. You conversed with the elderly lady as you made your purchase, asking if there was anything to see nearby. She did not speak much, but pointed upwards with her long pale green fingers, indicating that you should head up as high as you can. So now you wander, berries in hand, bag on your shoulder. Exploring, using what is left of your credits to pay for fast transport upwards.

You eventually arrive on a large platform, high enough on the surface that you are looking out upon the city. Speeders and taxis zip across the sky in orderly yet swiftly moving queues of traffic. The lights from the buildings are endless, there are an infinite amount of them, each one filled with souls from all walks of life. It is still so incomprehensible how many people there are here.

And your Mother may be one of them.

You breathe away the thought, relinquishing her hold on you, if only for the moment, to look up at the sky. It is so hazy, strangely muted and blurred, so unlike the clarity of the skies of your home planet. You are unaware of the time, but assume it is the early evening by the dusky birch colour of the sky.

You walk the length of the platform, passing the multitudes of strangers. Watching them. Couples stroll arm in arm, workers jest with one another, lone joggers exercise. You lean against the railings, surveying the forever city, totally unsure of what to do next. When should you return to the spot Maul left you? Has he truly left you? Does he have any intention of returning? What does he expect of you? Should you even go back? You imagine disappearing into the city, hiding behind the many people here, responding to his apathy by abandoning him in return out of sheer spite. Never to see him again. You resent how much heartache the idea induces, how the possibility of living without him is entirely shattering. How likely that possibility is...

Your melancholy is broken by the cheers and laughter of a group of young adults walking in your direction. They look like party goers by their attire, and they holler together like a strange, joyful choir. Colourful limbs wrap around each other, their voices whooping and singing. Rich in hope, melodic. You ponder the occasion, envy the comfort of a large group of friends, of being so known. How does it feel to be a part of such mirthful exultation?  

A pretty Mirialan woman in the group giggles and releases a burst of sparkling lights from a small device. They whizz and pop around them, bright colours flashing, zipping, illuminating the warm industrial air. A flash of vivid green flares across your vision and gives you pause, and when a red light bursts forth from the group, you see it cut through a young teenage boy draped in sacred robes, his boyish features twisted with the agony of failure. You try to shake yourself out of it, but there he is: young Farley, stabbed in front of your eyes once more. The lights are there, the rain is on your skin, you fly backwards and then: the water in your lungs, wringing you of air. The currents lap at your legs, pulling you down to the depths. Your skin prickles, your insides are sick with nausea, and it is as though the hazy sky has wrapped itself around you, inside and out. It suffocates you. You are drowning again, and this time Maul has left you to your fate at the bottom of the river, completely alone.

“Miss? Are you alright?” You hear a modulated voice that seemingly comes from a large man of another species that you do not recognise. The group with the lights have long since passed you, and yet you cannot get your breath back. Your vision blurs, and you sway on your feet. You sense the voices of other people approaching, the cool durasteel of the platform floor on your palms. The air ripped from your lungs as gravity pulls you to the cold ground.

But then a pair of smooth hands helping you to your feet. “Do not crowd her, give her space, please.”

“I’m okay,” you try to mutter, the colours of the lights having thrown you into what feels like total oblivion. Is this how you die? After all that has happened?

“Breathe,” someone tells you. You can’t make sense of the voice that comforts you, but you do see a Twi’lek man at your side. He walks you to a bench, settling beside you. “You look unwell. Can I contact anyone for you?”

“No, no…” you try to stand but the watery sky clenches at your lungs and you wobble. The crowd has dispersed.

“Take your time.”

You are moved by such kindness, such care from this man who owes you nothing. And yet, there is total apathy from the man you believed held feelings for you. How can strangers care more for your well being than the man you have bared your body and soul to? The man who's love you can still feel the ache of between your thighs?

As if manifesting him with your thoughts, you suddenly feel his eyes, heavy on your back. The man at your side seems totally unaware of Maul’s presence. It is then that you notice the innocent touch of the Twi’lek man’s hand on your arm, and you feel a strange sense of dread. What were you thinking, dragging generous strangers into your life, when it is so inexplicably connected to such violence? When Maul is the way that he is?

“She is with me,” Maul says calmly.

The Twi’lek man stands, relief drenching his words. “She seemed to suffer a -”

Maul pushes past him, ignoring him, bringing you to your feet. You lean against him, body leached of all energy, unable to resist putting your weight on him. To lean and depend on him. He pulls you into an embrace and you inhale his scent, the comforting aroma settling your panic. Oh how he soothes me, you are unable to prevent yourself from thinking, even though he is the cause of my discontent.

“T-thank you,” you try to say to the stranger, to assuage his concern. “I’m ok now, this man he…he is my…my friend.”

Your voice breaks on the word. Is he even your friend? Is he still your lover? Do friends or lovers abandon you when you need them most?

“Have a good evening, miss,” says the stranger, but you notice a layer of suspicion in his voice. “Feel better soon.” It is then that you feel an odd sense of calm, and the comfort of it is like a strange omen. A silence before a storm. You try to utter something, anything to the stranger, to reassure him of your safety. But all you can manage is the name of your maybe lover-friend.

“Maul…”

Do not follow us, kind stranger, you implore him in your mind as your lips cannot form the words. Please.

But as you walk into the darkness of an alleyway, you hear the unmistakable patter of footsteps behind you. Dread coils in your abdomen.

“Maul. Maul…”

You feel him freeze against you, his body twisting toward the sound of the worried stranger.

“Don’t,” your voice pleads in a pathetic whimper.

The weight of his strong warmth against you slackens. You crumple to the ground, cover your eyes and head with your arms. You cry, all you can do is cry. You cannot fathom that this is happening, but you know Maul well enough to be fully aware that it is. There is no mercy within him. No mercy. You consider your own life, how he holds it so precariously in his gloved hands. Is this all just a game to him? How is the soul and life of a person a mere irritant to him, easily snuffed out without a drop of regret? And how is that not what frightens you most about him?

You hear a scuffling sound and a gasp of surprise. Then a slight growl, a thud, a body falling to the ground. The sound of footsteps, kindness and concern, being silenced.

No, no, no.

You know what he is capable of. What has he done? Oh, that violent language of his. How its poison spills from his lips in decadent fragments, sharp words of heartbreak driven directly into the depths of your soul. How his fury is ripped from his fists in fatal blasts of merciless terror to all in his way; all who are not you.

-

“What did you do?” you ask in utter disbelief as Maul drags you through a sliding door into a small, sterile looking apartment by your upper arm. You almost trip over yourself with the momentum in which he pulls you inside. “He was helping me…” “Sit down,” he instructs clearly through gritted teeth as he lets you go. You struggle to find your balance for a moment without his support, your extremities are all numb, your chest tight and your middle heavy. Your mind vibrates from the aftershock of the lights, the panic and resurgence of the feeling of the Great River’s currents. The murder of another in the space of a few days. Your trembling hand covers your mouth feebly. You ignore his instruction to sit and begin to pace around the room in silence instead, unable to stay still or form any words for a moment. Maul stands as rigid as a stone statue, his glowing eyes cold and fixed on you as you wander aimlessly around the room. He glowers at you quietly until you realise that he is waiting for you to heed to his request, to sit down, before he will allow the conversation to continue. And so you bring yourself to do so, falling into that comfortable dynamic of obeying what he says, slipping into your usual compliance. It makes you angry though, how easy it is, how good it feels to give in and submit to his every whim even though it goes against what you really want. What about your own freedom? When you are perched at the edge of the couch you look up at him with total incomprehension. The silence is heavy as you compose yourself, and when you are able to eventually find your voice, you ask him, “Maul, what did you do? Why, I -” you suddenly lose the ability to speak again as the memory of such abrupt and fatal violence ripples through you. He ignores your question. You look around yourself and ask instead, “...where are we?” “I explicitly instructed you to stay where you were. What was so difficult for you to understand about that?” he scolds.

“I did stay there, but you were gone for hours!” You watch him sigh in frustration at your response, and your eyes once again begin to prickle with the threat of tears at his hostility. But you blink them back and refuse to let them fall.

He is the one being unfair. He is the one who left you alone and vulnerable to your own devices. He is the villain who just murdered a man for no reason.

In response to your thoughts he scowls. “You, my lady, know nothing of what you are dealing with.” “What has happened to you?” the desperation in your voice shocks you. “Why are you being so aggressive with me? What has changed? What did I…what did I do?” You are unable to help the break in your voice. He ignores you and continues to seethe in silence.

“You have to do as I say, particularly when I am not with you. You should have stayed where I left you.”

"Stars above, Maul, why?”

“Why?” He repeats cruelly. “Is your naivety so blatant that you are unable to realise you could have been taken advantage of?”

“You left me alone!”

“Anything could have happened.”

“But it didn’t. ”

He exhales with impatience, his eyes glaring into you, his chest heaving up and down.

“That man you killed was helping me.”

“Helping with what? What could you possibly need aid with?”

“I saw the lights of those people and I…I was…” The feeling of tightness in your chest returns, and you cannot finish your sentence.

A derisive scoff from Maul, who still stands in front of you. “Oh, how weak you are.”

You feel hot tears streaming down your cheeks, unable to prevent them from falling any longer. “Why did you kill him?” you ask meekly.

“I kill anyone in my way.” A pause. “Anyone.”

Anyone. The word sits between you, his gaze imploring you to understand what he is saying, as though a confession is hidden beneath the word. Did he…? You stop yourself from investigating that thought any further. You are unable to cope with such a revelation. Not now, no. His eyes soften, ever so slightly. “You have to obey me.”

“You freed me just to imprison me again," you say in realisation, your voice growing louder in your anger, your sadness and grief melting into rage. "You really expect me to just stay here, stay wherever it pleases you to place me, doing nothing? Living to wait for you? Waiting for you to show up like I am - "

“This is not about you,” he also raises his voice, his patience now exhausted.

“Then what is it about? You?”

He stares daggers into you as though it is obvious, and what fury you have inside you builds and combusts. The anger of being abandoned by your Mother, neglected by your Father, tossed aside without a second thought by this glorious, insufferable man. Anger at yourself for being so enamoured of him.

“You are so arrogant and self-absorbed. Is that part of your precious lifestyle? Whatever nonsensical and ruinous path you have dragged me into? The Sith?”

He lunges forward so fast that it makes you flinch as he covers your mouth with a gloved palm. “Never say that again. Never.” He uses a tone you haven't ever heard from him before, as that booming, threatening power is awakened from deep within him. It stirs. You stare at him with wide, shocked eyes and he kneels in front of you, holding your face intimately, delicately. Even in his rage and with his threats, he is gentle. It hurts your heart. Maul quickly relinquishes you, and you whimper.

You stand up, shocked. And then you are painfully conscious of his motivations. You gasp a composing breath before levelling your gaze at him in realisation.“You are trying to frighten me, aren’t you?”

He does not respond, only raking his severe eyes across the length of your body, up and down. How are these the same eyes as the ones that witness you take him so reverently?

“It won’t work, Maul. You don’t scare me anymore.” And you mean it. You feel no fear. “I am not frightened. You won’t hurt me.”

He tilts his head slightly, as if debating whether or not to take that as a challenge. You refuse to acknowledge the whirling of disquiet in your stomach, and you push through, brave and steadfast. Having faith in your knowing of him.

“I think that you have grown to resent me,” you admit quietly. “I am a burden to you, now that we are no longer removed from the rest of the galaxy.”

“You know nothing,” he spits furiously.

“You resent me," you take a deep breath, gathering your courage to say what you have foolishly, finally understood. "You call me weak, but Maul, you resent me because it is I that makes you weak.”

He replies with utter vehemence. "How dare you imply such a thing?"

“You do resent me," you confirm. “What are you so afraid of? Where have you been?”

He pauses, and his tone entirely transforms. "Anyone who knows my path, who has bore witness to my power, I have not suffered to live. With one exception. You.”

You freeze in utter disbelief. Is he implying -

“You…” he stalks forward, like the predator he was when you first met in the woods, “...are a liability.”

You move away from the couch and backwards, putting your hands behind you, as they are beginning to shake. He follows you. You laugh slightly, a deranged chuckle tinted with disbelief. “Are you threatening to kill me?"

His face is hard, his eyes two beacons of hatred, pain and regret. Oh, Moons. Have you really been so blind?

"After everything?” Where has the benevolent stranger gone? The man with the delicate touch, the hesitant polite kindness? How is this the same lover who kissed you so softly that you thought you had fallen into a dream?

“You lied to me," you say, understanding. “You’re not mine, Maul. I am yours, I am irrevocably yours. But you're not mine. You never were, and you never, ever will be. I am not a priority to you, I will always be an afterthought and there will always be th - ”

“I never said it would be any other way. I never gave you anything and I never said I would.” He is closer to you, your back against the wall now. Cornered. His face is close to yours, his strong arms either side of you.

“Yes, well…maybe it's for the best,” you bite back, hissing each word with contempt, glaring into his eyes. “Maybe I wouldn't want it anyway, whatever you could give me. Because you are cruel, and you are broken, and all you do is spread your misery and your defectiveness. You break people and in doing so you hurt me. Again and again and again.” He does not outwardly react, though you notice the muscle in his jaw flexing in anger.

“Do you know what you have done to me?” he asks in such earnest, in a cool, disconnected tone that turns your bones to dust.

“Speak it,” you demand bitterly. “Why don’t you finally tell me the truth? Confess to me how much I have wronged you, Maul. How cruel it was of me to awaken something so wonderful in you, how utterly terrible of me it was to force you to confront that you lack the strength to handle your own dissent. That you are too feeble and damaged to embrace your own happiness.”

His eyes darken. “I do resent you. I resent your ignorance, your fragility, your beauty, your softness. I resent it all.”

“Finally,” you smile and shake your head, more tears welling in your eyes. “I knew it.”

“I resent you because you stand between me and what I am. My purpose.”

“You are so ridiculous,” you mutter in response.

“Nothing stands in my way. No one.”

“You are ridiculous,” you repeat.

“And you are an aggravating and infuriating nobody. Your company and comfort I should never have entertained. I regret it. I regret it all. I should have killed you when I first saw you. I should have let you die, I should have let you drown.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I almost did."

Your eyes are as wide as they have ever been. He steps back, looking you up and down in disgust.

“What are you talking about?” you demand.

"When you went into the water.”

You stare at him, confusion melding your features into a pitiful expression as he chuckles cruelly.

“Oh, I hesitated, dear stupid girl. I refused to let the Jedi leave, and when I was fighting her, she begged me to save you. But all I wanted was her blood. I made a choice to kill her, and in doing so let you die. Because that is what matters. Their blood. That is all that matters, all that will ever matter: that the Jedi are destroyed.”

He doesn't tell you the rest of what happened that night, of his regret in that choice. He speaks not of the vow he made when you took that breath of life he begged for, the relief that surged through him when he felt your lonesome heart beat again. No. He only speaks of sorrow.

His harsh words dip into that deep emotional wound he inflicted upon you when you first spoke with him, the lesion of insecurity and worthlessness that lies rotting deep inside of you. The betrayal licks at the horrific emptiness beneath and gnaws at the injury.

And then he speaks again, the most devastating words, words that crush your spirit into nothing.

“You will never matter. You didn't matter then and you do not matter now."

You stand there in silence, disbelief thrumming in your veins. This whole time you believed that he saved you because he...you thought you did matter. To him. And you justified leaving and trusting him because he came to your aid, but this whole time, you really truly were an afterthought?

“Then why am I alive?” your lips move of their own volition.

He shrugs, his continued apathy more and more tormenting with every breath he takes. “By the will of the Force. I thought you dead when I pulled you from the river.”

The tension in the room peaks as you speak that obvious, fatal truth. “You still pulled me from the river, Maul.”

"Indeed." A moment of silence, and then he continues, quieter, "I should murder you where you stand. Rid myself of your foolishness once and for all."

“Then why don’t you?” you sneer in response, any sense of self preservation fizzling away with your composure, your heartbreak feels as though it is ripping you in half. "Why don't you just kill me? End your torment, Maul. End my life!"

He stews in his silence for a moment, and you flicker your eyes down to his hands, which linger on the hilt of the lightsaber at his belt. And yet…no fear strikes you. It's all you have felt for so long. The fear of the pirates that stole your Mother away in your nightmares, the fear of being caught disobeying your Father, the fear of being lost to the depths of the river. But now, there is nothing.

You do not believe he would really do it.

“I am not the foolish one here,” you say, your eyes locked on his hand, your sight fixed on how he unhooks the saber and takes it in his grip, how he slowly saunters closer to you whilst brandishing the long, cylindrical hilt of his weapon. And yet, as you speak, as you allow your truth to pour from your lips: you do not once stutter with your words.

There is no fear.

“It's you, you are foolish. I forgive you, again and again for your violence and I live with the horror of your abhorrent actions of what you have done to the Jedi, to that child, to my fa - ” You stop abruptly, unable to fully voice your suspicions, his confession: to confront him about that. Not now.

“I abandon my home, all that I know, I give you all that I am, all that I have, and then I must watch you waste it. You squander it all, sabotaging any sliver of goodness that comes your way.”

He’s as close to you now as he can be. The end of the weapon is now against your chest, his eyes boring into yours.

“You could still just have this,” you whisper, your agony rich in every word. “Have me, have us. You could give up all of the pain Maul. You are so strong,” you begin to cry again, wishing you could kiss him, comfort him, hide in his arms forever. “You have such potential: and not only in your violence.” His expression softens for the slightest moment as he registers what you say. “It doesn't have to be this way, you could just stop -”

“It is really that simple for you isn't it?” He asks, his words thick with an emotion you have never once heard before in his voice. “Just stop? Forsake my destiny, my greatness? All I have trained for, bled for, all that I am?" He shakes his head. "Only to exist in banal misery alongside someone as ignorant and worthless as you?”

You gasp in agony as his words strike you deep, and your chest hurts so much that for a moment, you are sure he has ignited the weapon and cleaved your heart in two. But when you look down, there is no crimson glow, no laser splitting you apart.

“You know nothing,” he continues. “You are hollow and stupid. I cannot stand to even look at you.” He does not, however, take his eyes away from your face.

“And yet, I love you,” you lament, your streaming gaze fixed on his beautiful, cruel face. Before you can stop yourself, the truth of your feelings for him roars from your broken heart like a waterfall, crashing into the depths of his apathy.

“You are probably already aware of it. Sometimes it's as though you know my mind better than I do, you can and do take whatever you want from my head, from me. But in my own words I want to tell you before I cannot. Before it all ends. That even if you do resent me and cannot stand to look at me any longer, even though you spew the most vile of words at me…even though you are breaking my heart, wish me dead and want nothing more than to strike me down yourself - I have never, ever loved anyone before. And I love you, Maul."

“Inconsequential," he whispers immediately, pity rippling through the word. His eyes scream in glowing amber despair, his beautiful irises speaking a thousand words he will never be able to speak. “I will always resent you.”

When you reply, your voice is quiet, broken. “But why?”

He moves quickly then, kissing you hard. You whimper into the rough movement of his familiar lips, indulging in the unique spice of his midnight scent. You grip on to him, kissing him back, tasting the sweetness of his tongue and the salty truth of your own tears. How can he utter such sharp words and still kiss you so passionately with the very same mouth? He caresses a gentle palm down the side of your face, and then he pulls back from your lips to speak quietly into your ear. He whispers your name with longing, his body shaking, and his next words are tinted with regret and dismay.

“Because no matter how much I need to or want to,” he admits with the faintest quiver wracking his gut-wrenching words. “I cannot kill you.” He growls it with an aching breath, then strides from the room without looking back.

You sink down the wall, collapsing to the floor with a sob, devastated and torn apart. All alone, in a strange room, on an even stranger world, without even the solace of the second moon for comfort. You spend the remainder of the night longing only for the winds and the rain, for the earthy smell of the Great Wood, for the calming glow of the Moons of home. What a worthless, silly little girl you are, leaving with him. The regret and self loathing feels so terrible that part of you despises Maul for his weakness; for how dare he not ignite his saber, how dare he not sever your shared torture by ending your life? The beat of your heart thumps with vivid memories of each betrayal of your short existence, and you ask aloud: how could she, how could he, how could you? But your heart keeps beating, no questions are answered, and your despair reaches long into the dawn.

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Hey you 🫵🤨

Maul is a complete gentleman around you, you will never have to open a door ever again. You dropped something - don't worry he's picking it up, you need something that you can't reach - you bet your damn ass he is getting it for you.

He is literally the perfect husband...

Modern Husband!Maul and his wife go grocery shopping? And he is just doing everything and being so helpful?

He totally is and i would marry him so quick. Just let me and my man be together please <3

Raspberry’s & Blood oranges

Word count : 1,2k

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Sadly today you had woken up with a desperate desire for blood oranges and raspberries and your husband being who he was , a saint wanted to go to the store to get them . You tried to roll over and sleep a bit more per maul’s request but that didn’t work. So you tagged along to your lover's enjoyment.

That brought you here to the parking lot ,in mauls black Pontiac firebird that he got from savage as a wedding present. He gave you a quick peck on the lips and walked out to open your door . You remembered thinking that from day 1 , Maul was a gentleman. In the beginning, he tried to hide it a little bit. Slamming the door a bit louder than normal when closing it or pulling his hand away when you reached for it . A month later you would kiss him under the stars . You took mauls hand that he had extended to you and stepped out of the car . “ thank you, my love”you said. He gave you that one grin, he was so proud of himself.

You noticed it immediately when you walked into the store . People were staring. At first you thought it was pretty normal, you normally shopped alone and were a bit of a regular . Then you thought it was because Maul was such an attractive guy. if he wasn’t your husband you would hit on him in a heartbeat . That's in fact exactly what you did all those years ago. But then you spotted something in an old lady’s eyes, Judgment. You looked over to your dearest and he grinned back.

The red zebrak in question was way too alternatively dressed now that you were looking at him . He clearly wasn’t used to grocery stores and the way u dress for them . He was wearing one of his favorite band t-shirts that was slightly ripped on the side showing a fair amount of tattoo and waist , you were definitely not complaining about it. On Top of that was his metal spiked leather jacket covered in homemade pins , that hugged him just right. The metal didn’t stop at his clothes either, He also had multiple studs and a nose ring and a very secret and hot tongue piercing. Patches were covering about 90% of his pants and chains were hanging from every loop he could find . He definitely stood out .

It didn’t help that Zebraks were still a bit more uncommon but Maul and his 2 brothers had been living here longer than the 2 of you were together . They even had their tattoo/piercing parlor here. You took Maul's hand in yours and gave her a bit of a judgy look back and she scurried away.

Maker ,your husband was the most beautiful creature alive no judgy looks would ever take that away. You heard an amused giggle coming from your left. “ Normally you aren’t so feisty, my love “ Maul said while grinning at you . You felt a bit embarrassed by Maul's notice. You took one of the blood oranges in front of you , they needed to be as red as possible. You liked them that way . You also took them in hopes of ending mauls joking and getting him back on track for the mission of grocery shopping.

A red hand covered yours and took the red-orangey fruit out of your hand. “ Blood oranges are believed to bring power and wealth to their consumers by the people of Dathomir” Maul said to you with that hint of wisdom to his voice. You took the fruit back from him ,” I need to eat plenty then , in case you divorce me “ you said jokingly. Maul rolled his eyes , he hated that little joke of yours. Not only were you one hell of a person , that could perfectly support herself. He would NEVER divorce you , you were the best thing that happened to him.

While Maul was mopping ,You tried to reach for one of the bag dispensers that were set unreasonably high for you and you weren’t even getting close to it . Maul came up behind you, you felt his chest against your back and saw his long tattooed arm reach for the beg . He had laid his other hand on your hip and you forgot what you were even doing until the man turned you around while dangling the little bag in front of you with that smug look on his handsome face . “You needed this right ?” He spoke so smoothly. You let out a giggle and walked back over to the blood oranges display. You took about 16 oranges and put them in the cart.

You looked over to where your husband had been standing mere seconds ago but he had disappeared in thin air . Glancing past the corner, you saw him standing at the berry bar .you walked over to him , only to be met with Maul staring intensely between a couple of boxes full of raspberries. The annoyance was clear on his face, nightbrothers were know to see colors a bit duller mainly reds and oranges since dathomir would otherwise be a bit overwhelming.

“ Don’t torture yourself, Maul” you grinned “ That's my job” . He looked at you utterly in love “ I was trying to find the reddest”he said, a bit defeated “ Why, are they sweeter?”. Maul knew you liked your fruit sweet “ they are, but that's not why i want the reddest fruit “ “ Then why” You were quite curious right now. “ Dathomirians believe that raspberries strengthen bonds, how redder they are the more romantic they become “ maul uttered a bit embarrassed . You thought it was adorable how your scary looking husband was so soft and sweet .” You don’t need raspberries to strengthen our bond, maul . I love you regardless, my dear “ You grabbed 2 boxes out of the 9 lined in front of him” These are the reddest “ you put them in the cart.

The check out went extremely fast and you and maul were outside in about 5 minutes. You were looking at the masterpiece of a husband you had , you wanted to tell him that you deeply enjoyed the trip to the grocery store and how much you loved him but the rights words wouldn’t come to you and when they finally did…

he said “ you are dearer to me than all the blood oranges and raspberries in the world “ . The exact words you had thought of . Again at a loss of words you just leaned into him and kissed his cheek. Maul flushed a deeper shade of red immediately , which was ironic since you two had been married for more than 5 years and had done a lot more than that. Grocery shopping would definitely become a together thing.

I hope this was what you had in mind , it was a bit hard to make grocery shopping appealing so i made new Dathomir lore up ( i love doing that teehee).

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Chapter 27: A Family Battle is up!

Could she tell, he wondered. Could she tell he was still half out of his mind with want, sparks jumping up and down his spine in the wake of Khara’s every touch? Was it obvious that he had just had his world upended, a heart bared to him and thrust between his own?

Was it fear that ate at his desire, turning his overheated skin cold?

You love her, Savage said. He sounded like he was smiling.

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His Heir pt. 38 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Word Count 1679 (sorry it's shorter than usual)

Warnings: angst

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Once I was off-world and on my way to the jump point to get to Bavis where Dasar lived the first thing I did was contact him. The moment he answered I was sobbing. I was trying and struggling to tell him what was wrong. 

“Okay, babes, I can’t understand you right now. Look at me,” He waited patiently for me to calm down enough to focus on him, “Good, now deep breath.” 

I mimicked his deep breaths until I was able to speak clearly, tears were still falling and I was sniffling and hiccuping through it all but I was finally able to tell him what was wrong. 

“He’s not coming.” 

“Who, Maul?” 

I nodded. 

“Why, what happened?” 

“He’s just too busy… too busy to come home at night, too busy to spend time with me, too busy to come to my doctor's appointment, and too busy to come to the wedding. I’m sorry.” 

He immediately shook his head, “Sweetheart, this is not your mess to apologize for. He’s being a complete ass. I could care less about him coming to the wedding, to tell you the truth he’s only invited because of who he is and because I couldn’t invite you and not him. But this bull shit of being too busy for you is not acceptable. You are literally carrying his son and he has the audacity to blow you off. You get here and we’ll take care of you, okay babes?” 

I nodded and sighed as the alert to make the jump began going off. 

“Hold on.” I mumbled, leaning forward to hit a few buttons before the blue lights of hyperspace filled the cabin of my ship. 

I sighed as I leaned back in the seat and placed my hands on top of my belly. 

“Is he giving you a hard time?” He asked, trying to get me to focus on something else. 

“Yeah, but it's not really his fault. He went through a growth spurt, his last one supposedly before he was born, so my body is really just trying to catch up.  I knew it was coming but I was hoping it wouldn’t happen until after your wedding.” 

“Well don’t worry about the dress I have yours set aside and already have plans to make some alterations if needed.” He said. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” 

“Of course!” 

“I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. I have,” I glanced over the dashboard in front of me, “roughly 6 hours before I get there.” 

“Oh, that’s perfect! I wanted to take you out on one of the boats, I know you’ve never seen an ocean so I wanted to show you ours here.” 

I smiled at that, at least I’d have something to look forward to. 

“That sounds fun. I can’t wait. I’ll talk to you later.” 

He said his goodbyes before hanging up. I pushed myself up out of the chair and began making my way to the sleeping quarters on my ship. Before I settled down in the bed I set up all the alarms I would need and made sure they would be loud enough for me to hear if need be. 

“Come on, kih ik'aad, let’s get some rest. It’s just us two again, but I’m sure we’re used to that by now.” 

Dasar PoV 

The moment I hung up with Yn I was calling Maul. He was about to get a piece of my mind. 

“What?!” He yelled answering the phone. 

“Uh Ah, you are not gonna yell at me like that. What you are going to do is tell me what the fuck you did to my best friend.” I snapped back. 

“Need I remind you who you are speaking to?” He all but growled at me. 

“Yeah, I do, actually. And it ain’t Lord Maul of Crimson Dawn. It’s the man who hurt my best friend, made her cry, and is about to get his ass beat if he doesn’t tell me what the fuck happened. She already told me but I want to hear it from your perspective. So start talking.” 

I wasn’t about to let him intimidate me into backing down. I would go to hell and back for Yn, she is my ride or die. 

“I guess I’ve been preoccupied with work lat-” 

“Wrong.” I cut him off, “She is carrying your baby right now. Not only that but you’ve said it yourself this is a difficult pregnancy, especially for a human. She did this voluntarily, she wanted to do this for you. So right now, ruling Crimson Dawn is a said gig, your full-time job is being there for her and supporting her. And you failed her on that.” 

He hung his head at my last sentence. 

“I know.” He sounded so ashamed of himself. 

“She called me sobbing. Not crying Maul, sobbing. I can count on one hand the times I’ve seen her cry. I’ve never seen her hurting that badly.” 

“Is she okay now though?” He asked quietly. 

“If you mean has she stopped crying then yes, but she is not okay Maul. You fucked up big time.” 

He almost winced at that, knowing what he had done wrong. There was a few beats of silence as he took in and truly processed what he had done. 

“How do I fix it?” He pleaded. 

“How soon can you leave Dathomir?” 

“They are preparing my ship but it needed to be refueled before they began the preflight checks. So maybe another hour.” “That would put you nearly 3 hours behind her…” I stayed silent as I thought about what he could do. 

“I know she was really looking forward to watching the sunset on the beach…” 

“Okay, that’s a good start… We’re taking her out tomorrow to see the coral reef just off the island. We will push back when we go, we will get back to the private cove right before sunset and you will be there waiting for her. I will have the kitchens prepare you a picnic dinner. You sit on that beach and tell how fucking stupid you were, how much you love her and you vow to her that this will never happen again. Seriously if you hurt her again, I will end you.” 

Maul nodded, with his head still hung. 

“I need to finish packing.” 

“Good. I’ll make sure she’s okay when she gets here.” I said. 

“Thank you, Dasar.” 

I was taken aback, Maul had never said thank you like that to me before. It was sincere, and I could tell he truly meant it and wasn’t just saying it because it was what needed to be said. 

I nodded before ending the call. 

Yn’s PoV

I was impressed and grateful that I managed to get a solid four hours of sleep before my approach warnings were going off. You weren’t allowed to jump through the Atune System where Bavis was because there was a heavy asteroid belt that surrounded the outside of it and any ships that tried to make the jump through got damaged… or worse. 

“Alright, kih ik'aad, time to get up.” I said before not so gracefully getting out of the bed. 

After a good stretch and pop of my back, I shuffled into the cockpit to fly me to Bavis. Unfortunately for me, Bavis was still a good distance away from the edge of the system and it would still take me a bit to get to the actual planet. But I was able to put in the coordinates and let autopilot take over. As I approached the outer atmosphere I took over flying and contacted their commands room channel to alert them of my approach. 

“This is Lady Yn requisition clearance to land.” I said. 

“Hey, babes, so I moved my ship out of Bay One so you can land there. I didn’t want you to have to walk super far to get to the transport to the palace.” 

I was surprised to hear Dasar’s voice come through the coms. 

“Dasar, you didn’t have to do that. Also, it’s so late please tell me you didn’t stay up this late just for me.” I said as I began to steer the ship in the right direction.

“Okay, I won’t tell you that then.” He joked, “I’ll come meet you in the hangar. Don’t worry about luggage, I’ll have the droids come to get it for you.” 

“Okay.” I said as I landed. 

I looked down at my current attire, I was still in what I had slept in. One of Maul’s old tunics that wasn’t a deep v-neck and a pair of sleep shorts that were hardly appropriate for someone of my ranking to be wearing out and about. 

Once the ship was landed and shut off I got up and went to open the ramp. After it was lowered, Dasar was already climbing it to meet me. 

“Hi, dear.” 

I smiled as he came and gave me a hug. 

“Damn you weren’t kidding, he’s huge.” He teased. 

“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes playfully. 

“Hey, I said he, not you.” He defended himself. 

“Do I need to change? Like is anyone really going to be up right now and see me?” 

“Nope.” He shook his head. 

“Awesome. I really didn’t want to, I’m too comfortable to.” “Well, that’s great because we’re not going back to bed just yet.” 

“We’re not?” I asked as he hooked his arm with mine and walked me down the ramp. 

“Nope… I figured we haven’t had a night to catch up just you and me in a while. And with me getting married and you having the baby soon we probably won’t get a chance to for a good while. So that’s what we’re doing tonight. You, me, a bad holo romcom, snacks, and yes I have chocolate, talking shit, or not, up to you,” He gave me a not-so-subtle wink, “What do you say?” 

“That sounds like it is exactly what I need.” I smiled at him. 

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Conquered - (9)

The Warlord

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Warnings: none, angst

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Maul was always early. But today, it wasn't the case when he found your lifeless form on the floor, the slash on your back turning bloody and some part of him that exercised his restraint, broke. He only felt the soft steps on his feet as he ran his blade free, not stopping till there was no one left. He didn’t spend mindless hours of the night, searching and waiting and tracing all the evidence to the forgotten daughter, to find you, just for it to lead to this.

The assassins were all vanquished, the evidence lying around them so that who ever sent them got the message. That he indeed was a mad man. He wiped his blade clean on a torn fabric, before he stooped down on his knees to turn your face to him.

Your eyes rested easily and your features were calm, whereas everytime you looked at him, you wore a scowl that had become appealing to him. Poison tipped blades were often tough to cure but your slow breathing and soft pulse have him hope, that he might not have lost you yet.

He pushed away the strands of hair and tucked it behind your ear, starlings were a myth and yet here you were. He drew closer, his eyes observing the rise of your cheeks and questioned why he had this stupid propensity to touch you. It was when he saw a broken gold chain that laid on the ground near your neck. What caught his eye was the fading shimmer of words, it was an enchantment that was now losing its magic.

What did the enchantment do?

He caught the briefest glimpse of the wound, that revealed torn skin and he winced. He knew how scars felt and all the pain they left. But it was more than that. Starlings were known for their fiery wings, ones that did not need bone or structure but materialized purely through the host’s power. It would lay dormant on their skin in the form of a shimmer tattoo but there was no trace of it on your back. In it’s place were what looked like tear marks as though it had been ripped away.

He lifted you up in his arms, knowing well you were going to hate him more for this, for what he was about to do. But it had to be done if you were to survive. He closed his eyes, rooting himself to the present, to the scent of the woods, your warmth and then envisioned his room. The image appearing crisp in his minds eyes, the comfort of his wooden floors and dim lighting, the tip of his fingers felt the spark of his power and when he reached out a portal appeared. Ripping open reality to fit a gap in it and on the other side, it was the place he had envisioned.

It was that easy, well for most moonborns. To create illusions and travel to places that didn’t exist but this moment felt surreal, like he was in a rush, experiencing a knotted stomach. This felt real in this madness. He had found what he had been searching for but he wasn’t sure. Taking you away from here would only make everything clear to those that tracked him. They will come to know of who you were, your worth and in the end he will be right back to where he started. Alone.

It was hard to remind himself of who he was around you. The warlord. The monster from the west. That he was selfish. His eyes wanted to seep in the colour of your skin as you slept calmly in his arms.

Selfish.

He took the step into the portal, fresh forest air replaced with the smell of leather. He didn’t need to give anyone an explanation. A small smile flickered across his face when he thought of the dire chaos Obiwan would feel, of having to lose something that was precious to him and maybe once he had gone mad, it would seem like the best way to end their feud.

His gloves grew wet and his long strides turned frantic as he called out to his staff. He placed you on his lounge seat, turning you to your side for his help to clean the wound. It had now grown dark and he knew what that meant, he was running out of time.

“Move.”, he said to the others, he didn’t have to exert himself too much here. His voice was always heard.

This was a part of him that he didn’t like showing the world but it was needed.

“Leave us.”, he said next and those who were in the room with him, obeyed. Now he was alone again.

This was something he had learnt with his mother, the only fond memories he remembered was from then. He peeled away his gloves, his hands felt bare and vulnerable. Kneeling down to get closer, he steadied his hand.

“I know this isn’t what we both wanted but I don’t know what else to do.”, he spoke to you but it was his own hesitance. To see his skin on yours, it reinforced his belief, that it was always going to be vile. His self hatred made sure he had no comforts.

But before he could start, you writhed in pain and he needed you to stay still. You were trying to get up and it sparked a fury within him.

Won’t you stay still for awhile?

Always on the move and onto the next.

“Stop.”, he said but it fell on deaf ears.

Your eyes flashed to his and there it was, that anger.

“You.”, you drawled but he wasn’t sure what you were witnessing. The hallucinations could be at work.

“Yes, yes.”, he held your arm getting you to face him and sit still so he could be done with this ordeal.

But the anger vanished and in it’s place was fear. You drew back as though you had seen a ghost and it felt like a burn. “Don’t”, you held up your hands in defense.

He paused. All these years he had survived against rejection and abandonment, so why was it starting to hurt now. Maybe it was his knee, the effect of the tincture his mage made was probably wearing off now. He pinched the bridge of his nose, calming himself before he turned to you again.

“Look I know – he didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t let them take me.”, you whispered and it got under his skin. Seeing you like this wasn't enjoyable, but it was the fact that he knew of the people you were talking about. He sighed, feeling sympathy he had not felt for years.

“I won’t let them.”, he eased you, his hand wrapping around your wrist softly to pull you to him.

“Ok.”, you mumbled but instead of leaning forward, you rested your head on his shoulder as you fell into him.

This was unexpected. He forgot what he had to do for a brief second before he caught sight of the wound again.

“Fine. Hold on.”, he grumbled not certain of this, annoyance.

He hovered his hand over the tear in your flesh and as his palm glowed blue, the slash began to heal as he felt you ease. His mind tying in reasons on how soon he could restore that distance between eachother again. His heart beating unusually fast like when he was sparring but this made no sense.

“A gentle gift bestowed to a tyrant.”, he heard you whisper and it brought back everything to the now. That all this was a mess.

He huffed. He had forgotten who you were and who you loved. It triggered him as he finished sealing the wound, and yet he was mindful to not let it scar.

“You.”, he said monotonously, trying to conceal his anger.

“Know nothing about me.”, he said finally. As he unlocked your arms from behind his neck only to see that you had fallen asleep. Placing your head on a pillow, he let you doze on the lounge seat.

He had his fill for the day, as he stood up his knee joint ached that he clenched his jaw. He was tired. He needed to retire for the night and plan for what had to be done next.

“Sir, we’ve drawn up the bath. Do you require anything else?”, his butler asked as Maul exited the room.

He wanted peace.

“Nothing else.”, he told him as he vanished into the dark hallway.

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