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cloneloverrrrr · 1 year ago

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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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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5733

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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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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 @hellhound5925 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁 & 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵🙌🏻🫶🏻⠀

𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗼 @idontgetanysleep 🥰

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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 @hello-there-cyarika 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗣𝗧 𝟮👀🫣

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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Corruption - Part 1

Summary: Mari's always had darkness in her, threatening to take over in the back of her mind. No matter how much the Jedi tried to train her, the darkness was always there. After the death of her first master, she finds herself under the tutelage of Master Kenobi due to the council's growing concerns about her well being. The sudden return of a certain enemy, however, has some things coming to light. Maybe the darkness was never hers to begin with.

Pairing: Maul x OC (only named, no physical descriptions given)

Warnings: Maul being Maul, bit of an age difference but OC is of legal age in the last section, nightmares, self doubt, some canon-typical violence, mentioned death, sort of forced soulmate link initiation, manipulation, stalking, kinda dark at the end but nothing's given in detail.

A/N: All right, here it is, the original soulmate story that started the whole clone series. This takes a bit of a different look at soulmate bonds from a different perspective. Lots of just setting up the story in this part, the next one will go a lot more into detail about things, and also have a bit more action and also Maul.

Maul and Mari share the soulmate link where it's impossible to harm your soulmate cause I thought it would be not only perfect but kinda funny.

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34 BBY

Master Cartia was not one to panic. Like most Jedi, she prided herself in her ability to stay calm even in the most dire situations. Her level-headedness and nurturing nature led her to join the caretakers in the creche, looking after the younglings. Her group were between the human ages 3-4 (or the equivalent in other species) when social and mental skills begin to strengthen and develop, as do Force abilities. Placating tantrums and dodging floating objects (and occasionally floating toddlers) were normal in her day to day life.

Frantically searching for missing children, though, that was entirely unheard of.

The creche is in the center of the temple. To escape unseen is nearly impossible. There are always Jedi moving about at all hours in the temple, not to mention the guards that were stationed at every entrance. Younglings sneaking around the temple was not unusual, and they were often returned by other creche masters or other Jedi who happened upon them in passing.

But four year old Marianni Grarus is not in the temple.

They had gone over every inch twice, looking in every space she could have gotten into, every place she could hide, but she was nowhere to be found.

It’s not that surprising to Master Cartia that Mari is the one that managed to elude the entire Jedi temple and its guards.

One could say Mari had a reputation from the beginning.

She had been left on the front steps of the temple on Coruscant. It wasn’t common practice, but it had happened before. Her parents likely lived on Coruscant in the underworld and had brought her up to give her a better life. Or, something along those lines.

Master Billaba had brought the child in near third meal, having noticed the toddler upon her return from a mission. The girl had been so upset, especially once she realized her parents were not returning for her, she had begun to cry and let out a shriek laced with the force so loud it shattered a window in the creche, disturbing the other children and triggering them all to cry.

It hadn’t taken long to realize why her parents may have delivered her to the temple themselves.

Mari was uniquely strong in the force for her age. She was also prone to horrible tantrums. Tantrums in young children were not unheard of, even from those in the care of the Jedi. Mari’s tantrums were exceptionally bad. Her emotions were strong, the most prevalent being anger. It burned red hot in her, overwhelming even the most level-headed Jedi if they were not prepared for it.

She had the perfect makings of a Sith. Perhaps it was best her parents delivered her to the Jedi, and did so young enough they could calm the raging fire inside of her before it was too late.

Master Cartia had not been surprised when she went to check on her group in the early morning and found Mari missing. She was only surprised how she had managed it.

An alert was promptly sent out about the missing youngling to all Jedi in the temple, and those outside it as well. She couldn’t have gotten far, not on foot. Of course, Coruscant was a big planet with lots of people. Many things could have happened in the time she was missing.

***

Obi-Wan was not thrilled about being woken early. He and his master had just returned from a mission and he had been looking forward to a day of rest. Of course, when the alert came in about the missing youngling, his master had roused him and they had set off to search.

“How does a youngling escape the temple?” He asks as they make their way down one of the market streets. His master thinks they may be close.

“They shouldn’t be able to.” Qui-Gon answers. “Though I have heard much about this youngling. She is strong in the force, but her emotions are stronger.”

“You think she left on purpose?”

“I cannot say.” He says. “Not until she is found.” He pauses at an intersection, looking left then right.

“How are we supposed to find her?” Obi-Wan asks. There were trillions of people on Coruscant and they were looking for a four year old.

“Clear your mind.” Qui-Gon says. “Focus on the force.”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes, clearing his mind as his master said to. He reaches out, scanning the area when something pricks the edges of his mind. It’s hardly more than a needle prick or the sting of a bug, but it’s there. “That way.” He says, opening his eyes, finding himself staring to the right.

“Yes.” Qui-Gon says. “We are close.”

They begin walking down the street, Obi-Wan focusing on the feeling as it gets stronger. “There,” He says, pointing down an alley.

Sure enough, near the end of the alley is Mari. She’s standing in the middle of the alley staring straight ahead. She doesn’t acknowledge them, nor does she seem to even notice them as they approach. Qui-Gon holds a hand out, slowly kneeling next to the girl. He puts a hand on her shoulder, the girl seeming to jolt like she had been drawn from a trance.

“Easy, young one.” Qui-Gon says, steadying her.

She blinks, her eyes clearing a bit. She looks up at Qui-Gon before turning her gaze to Obi-Wan. She’s wide-eyed, and looks frightened. Obi-Wan can’t blame her.

“You had us worried.” He picks up the girl, holding her on his hip. “Sneaking off like that.”

The girl looks around like she has no idea where she is, like she had no idea what had happened. She looks like she’s about to cry, and Obi-Wan can’t help but feel for her. If he had woken up in a strange place with no idea where he was, even now, he would be upset. He can only imagine what it must be like for someone so young, with so little understanding to be in that position.

“What were you doing down here?” Qui-Gon asks, starting to walk back towards the temple after alerting them they had found the missing youngling.

“I dunno.” She says quietly, wiping at her eyes. “I was sleeping.”

“Sleepwalking?” Obi-Wan suggests.

“Possibly.” Qui-Gon answers. He turns his attention back to the girl. “Were you dreaming?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods.

“What were you dreaming of?”

“A face.” She says. “A scary face. With yellow eyes.”

Qui-Gon is quiet for a moment, Obi-Wan trying to make sense of the girl’s words. “What did the face make you feel? Did it feel dangerous? Cold?”

She shakes her head, leaning it against Qui-Gon’s shoulder. “No. It no hurt me.”

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan share a look as they make their way back to the temple. Mari is asleep again before they get back.

*****

32 BBY

Mari is a good student, despite what others may think of her. Her emotions are still strong, but she’s learning. Good Jedi don’t let their emotions rule them. She wants to be a good Jedi. She wants to be a great Jedi.

Nothing’s ever easy. Not for her.

It begins in the night, coming out of nowhere. She had been asleep, dreaming of a lightsaber battle. Flashes of red, blue, and green. The fight looks strange to her, almost like she’s the one in it. She can feel anger, feel the burning rage. She can feel it grasping at her, trying to sink its claws into her. She’s scared, desperately trying to keep it away. She’s going to be a good Jedi. She won’t give in to the emotions clawing at her very being.

They’re stronger than she is.

Suddenly she’s falling.

She wakes screaming.

The creche is in shambles, all of them waking at once. The creche masters swarm in, her own group’s master, Master Inek, is at her side, trying to calm her. She’s afraid, the cold seeping into her very being. She feels like she can’t breathe, like her very life is going to be sucked away by the oppressive cold.

She wakes again in the infirmary.

“Worrying, this development is.” She recognizes the voice of Master Yoda.

“You think they all may be related?” Master Windu.

A sharp pain jabs through her head, making her gasp. A warm hand presses against her forehead, a moment of warmth flooding through her before it’s chased away by the seeping cold once more.

“Hello, young one.” Master Allie says. “How do you feel?”

“Cold.” She answers. She’s shivering under her blankets. “Head hurts.”

“Can you remember anything before you woke here?” She asks, putting a gentle hand on Mari’s shoulder.

She relays the dream to them, and the feeling after she woke, like something was trying to take over her. Possess her.

Master Yoda hums, leaning on his cane. “Correct in our fears, we may be.” He takes a couple slow steps towards the cot. “Protect your mind, we must.”

“Until you can learn to protect yourself, we will help build a barrier to keep whatever is doing this at bay.” Master Windu says.

“Don’t worry.” Master Allie squeezes her shoulder, putting her hand back on her forehead. Warmth begins to flood through Mari again, making her sleepy. “This will all be over before you know it.”

*****

21 BBY

“No, I’m not leaving you!”

The ship rocks once more with a blast.

“These plans need to get to the Republic.” His hand gently squeezes her shoulder. “I’m not going to sacrifice you or this mission.”

Alarms are blaring. It’s already too late. They’ve boarded the ship and more are coming. It’s over for them, she already knows.

“I can’t leave you.” She says, tears forming in her eyes.

“You’ve been a good student.” He says, opening the escape pod door. R3 wheels himself in, beeping at them. “You’re going to make a great Jedi. I am sorry I won’t be there to see it.”

He uses the force to push her back into the escape pod, closing the door before she can recover. She calls out, staring out the viewport as he launches the escape pod. R3 uses the scomp link, taking control of the escape pod to get them as far away as they can get. Tears slide down Mari’s cheeks as she watches the cruiser get further and further away.

Her eyes are closed when it happens, the bright flash still visible behind her eyelids. She sinks to the floor, reaching out in the force but she knows there’s no use. He’s gone. They all are.

She pulls herself off the floor, trying to gather her mind. She’d been with her master for almost seven years. He had been the only one willing to take a chance on her. She had progressed quickly in her lessons as she grew. She well out-paced those in her own age group, and the council had agreed despite the hesitance of the creche teachers to move her along at a faster pace.

It wasn’t easy for her. She was picked on, and often found herself having to work twice as hard to prove she was, in fact, worthy of being there. The stress had been tough on her, but she had proven herself time and time again.

Until it came time for her to take her Initiate Trials.

Many had spoken out in disagreement about allowing her to progress, but the council had allowed it, and she had passed them all easily. They thought she was too young, too inexperienced. They all knew her, they all knew her reputation. Her abilities in the force were strong, but so were her emotions. She had thought there was no one willing to take a risk on her.

Until Master Mandphi had stepped forward. He had been there at the trials. He knew of her, but he was willing to overlook the strange happenings in her childhood. It wasn’t that unusual for younglings to have strange experiences as they developed in the force. She knows others tried to convince him otherwise, but he was determined to help her. He saw the potential in her where no one else seemed to.

He was patient and kind in his lessons, helping her learn to protect her mind from the darkness that always seemed to swirl on the edge. He taught her how to be stronger than the darkness, how to overcome it. He taught her how to use her lightsaber, how to use the force.

Then the war started.

Her master had been assigned to the 141st Battalion and spent more time off world than at the temple. In the beginning he had left her behind, as many padawans were left behind, until he was confident she could handle the battlefield. It was different than what they were trained for, but Mari learned quickly and soon became a staple on the cruiser and amongst the clones.

Until their last mission.

It had been a risky one. They had been sent to retrieve vital plans from a Separatist base. It had been too easy, and they had been overtaken by waiting Separatist forces. Their forces had been depleted taking the base, and there was no time for reinforcements.

Mari sinks into the pilot’s seat, taking over the controls. “Relay a distress signal.” She tells R3. “Someone has to find us eventually.”

She’s not sure where the nearest battalions might be, or if any even knew what had happened. They could be floating for a while. A long while.

***

Obi-Wan pauses outside the meditation chamber for a moment relaying the past few hours over in his head. He had received orders to return to Coruscant after his last mission. He was glad for the break, but he also knew a summons by the council likely didn’t mean he’d get much time to relax.

He had been correct.

He had heard briefly about what had happened with the 141st battalion. They had succeeded in retrieving vital information about Separatist plans, but at the cost of the battalion. The entire battalion had been destroyed, including Master Mandphi. The only survivors had been Master Mandphi’s padawan and the droid carrying the plans. They had been picked up in an escape pod by the 104th two standard rotations later.

Obi-Wan had planned on taking another padawan after Anakin passed his trials. Of course, the war had changed things. With the dangerous missions he often found himself on, he was glad not to have to worry about a padawan.

It seemed like that might be changing.

He knocks on the door, taking a breath to steady his mind. He remembers Marianni, though he doubts she would remember him. It had been almost fifteen years since he and his master had found her on the streets after her great escape from the temple.

He opens the door at the call to enter, stepping into the small chamber. It’s bright inside, the shades open to let the Coruscanti sun in. Mari is seated furthest from the door, legs crossed in the center of the cushion.

“Master Kenobi.” She moves to stand, but he holds up a hand, motioning for her to stay where she is.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” He says, taking a step in. “But I was hoping we could speak.”

“You’re not interrupting anything.” She says, giving him a grim smile. “Master Taa kicked me out of class, told me to meditate until I could gain control over my emotions again.” She scoffs. “At this rate I’ll be here until next week.”

He takes a seat on the cushion across from her, leaning his elbows on his knees. “It’s never easy, losing a master so tragically.”

“They want you to help me,” She says, jumping to the chase. “Because you know what it’s like.”

She’s blunt, just as Master Mandphi had been. He knew Master Mandphi well. He had never been one to ease into things. Tact wasn’t his specialty, and it seemed that had rubbed off on his padawan as well.

“They’re worried about me and my strong emotions.” She continues. “I know they are. I know they’re paying close attention to me.”

“Controlling one's emotions is the hardest part of being a Jedi.” He says carefully, prodding gently with the force to try and ease her obvious agitation a bit. “Even the most experienced Jedi struggles with it. I know your path hasn’t been an easy one. I promise I will not hide anything from you. The council does wish for me to help you. I cannot know exactly how you are feeling, but I do know what it’s like to lose a master.” He falls quiet for a moment, letting her process. He hates having to throw all of this on her at once, but he knows with the war they didn’t have much of a choice. “They also wish for me to take you on as my padawan.” He says carefully, not sure how she’s going to react.

Taking on a padawan who had already trained, and bonded, with another master was not an easy task. The bond between padawan and master is a sacred, strong bond. To have it severed so easily, then turn around to try and create another one was difficult not just for the padawan, but also for the new master.

“I don’t want you to answer now.” He says before she can say anything. “Think about it. Sleep on it. I would be happy to continue to train you, if that is what you decide.”

She watches him leave, conflicted by the thoughts running through her head.

****

She wakes suddenly, barely able to hold in her scream. She slaps her hands over her mouth, holding her breath until her ears ring and the pulsing in her head is almost too much. She lets out a long, shaky breath, her trembling fingers closing around the blanket.

She hasn’t been sleeping well. Not since her master’s death.

She rises from bed, pulling on her boots. She slips from the room, heading to the fresher. She locks the door, rinsing her face with cool water to try and steady her nerves. She can feel it, the cold darkness at the edges of her mind again. She can picture it, the swirling void of anger and chaos threatening to burst through the walls she had so carefully built over the years.

No one’s ever been able to explain it completely. No matter how hard she tried, she could never get it to go away. Years and years of practice, learning how to calm her mind, hours and hours of meditation in the force and yet, the darkness still lingered. She’s not trying to keep it there, she doesn’t want it there.

Her previous master had speculated that perhaps it’s not her at all.

He had been the first to test it, to try and figure out what it might be instead of just shoving it further and further down as it grew. He had tried reaching out to it in the Force, prodding at it to see what, or who, it could be.

It had nearly sent her to the healers.

Whatever it was, it didn’t like him trying to reach it, and it had lashed out. She had felt it, the rage burning hot in her, the edges of her mind beginning to unravel as a sense of madness washed over her.

Master Mandphi had held her as she shivered from a cold only she could feel, gently easing the barricade in her mind back into place to stave off the swirling madness that threatened her. He had told her later, after she’d recovered, he didn’t think that darkness was her at all.

Jedi are forbidden from initiating their soulmate links. It’s been that way for thousands and thousands of years. Soulmate links made it impossible to distance oneself from emotion, from connection with others. It led far too many down a path to the dark side, and so Jedi were expected to reject their soulmate when they met. It seemed cruel for fate to give someone destined to be a Jedi a soulmate.

It was impossible to know all of the ways soulmate links would appear. With the thousands of species sharing such a unique and personal phenomena, no one had ever completely made a comprehensive list. For those sensitive in the Force, soulmate links could develop in strange ways. Dream links were not uncommon, nor were telepathic links. Some shared more common links such as marks or color blindness. Links between two force-sensitives were even rarer and harder to document. They could be connected in many ways aside from just the soulmate link.

He had thought the darkness may be her soulmate.

That doesn’t make this any easier.

Her only hope is to find them and reject them. Then she may be free of the darkness that’s plagued her since she can remember.

Her worst fear is that it’s not her soulmate at all. That darkness may be entirely her after all.

She splashes more water on her face before leaving the fresher. She debates going back to bed, but she knows she’s not going to get any more sleep. So instead she chooses to walk around the temple, something she often did even when her master was still alive. She’s never usually alone, especially now. With the war it seemed everyone struggled to sleep at some point. Most left her alone, as they too were also wandering to calm their minds.

Mari wanders the temple, stopping to look out one of the windows at the city. It’s alive even at the late hour, Coruscant constantly moving. It feels a bit like a mirror of her mind, her thoughts constantly racing, constantly moving. She hasn’t been able to meditate since her master’s death, and even before then she had struggled.

“Trying to escape the temple again?”

Mari spins, finding none other than Anakin Skywalker approaching her. “M-Master Skywalker.” She says, trying to calm her racing heart. He hadn’t been here when she’d made her grand escape, but of course he’d heard about it. Everyone had heard about it.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, coming to a stop next to her.

She shakes her head. “Haven’t been able to recently.”

“You’re not alone.” He says. “The war’s taking its toll on all of us.” He stares down at her for a moment. “I’m sorry about your master. I didn’t know him well, but I heard good things about him. It’s an unfortunate loss.”

She nods. “It hasn’t been easy. He was the only one who believed in me. The only one who took a chance on me.”

“I know what that’s like.” There’s an edge to his voice, something buried deep, but Mari notices. She notices because she’d heard it in her own voice before.

They weren’t so different, the two of them. He was brought to the temple later than most, and many thought him too old to begin his training. If Master Kenobi hadn’t been willing to train him, it was unlikely any other master would have.

He had been too old, and she had been too young.

He puts a hand on her back, turning her to begin walking again. “I heard the council is assigning Obi-Wan as your new master.”

She nods. “They think he can help me.”

“He’s a strict teacher. He can be tough, but he’s loyal to the Jedi code and to his padawan.” He grins at her. “He managed to turn me into a Jedi.” He stops, and she realizes they’ve walked back to the dormitories. “Give him a chance. He may be hard on you, but he won’t let you fail.”

He puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently before moving to walk away from her.

“Master Skywalker?” She calls out. He turns back to face her. “Thank you.”

He nods, offering her a small smile before he continues down the hallway. She slips back into the dorm, making for her bed. She probably won’t sleep, but at least now she had something to distract her mind with.

****

It doesn’t take him long to find her. Despite it being almost fifteen years since the incident, her force signature is still almost the same.

Master Yoda had approached him not long after first meal, alerting him that she had made her decision. She had been up early, and had already spoken with the council.

She was not in her lessons, not that he thought she’d be, and instead he found himself making for the creche. He walks slowly, focusing on her force signature. He remembers how it had felt all those years ago. Most younglings had a soft, round force signature. Young and inexperienced, their force signatures had yet to take true shape, though most Jedi never lost the soft edges and roundness of the force.

Hers had been sharp, like a shard of glass.

Though it had been softened a bit by her training, he can feel the sharp edges hidden beneath. It feels dangerous, like it could slice right through him. He’s beginning to understand why the council was intent on watching her, why they were so worried about how the loss of her master could affect her. They couldn’t lose another Jedi to the dark side.

Even if this one was only a padawan.

He takes his time, making his way to the creche. It’s a bit odd to find her here, but he had found Anakin in stranger places during his training. He had spent the morning thinking about how to approach this, how to approach her. She’s not like Anakin. He can’t treat them the same. He’d have to start over, while she was already well into her training.

He waits at the end of the hall, sending one of the creche assistants after her. He didn’t want to impose himself on her space completely, yet. He knows she’s in a delicate place.

He waits for a while, leaning against the wall while he waits. He considers going in, until one of the doors opens, Mari stepping out. She hurries down the hall, looking flustered.

“Sorry, Master Kenobi. I hope you weren’t waiting too long. You know how the little ones get, you hold them too long, they scream when you let them go.” She rambles, adjusting her robes.

He can’t help but smile. She seems so natural in this moment, none of the tenseness or guarded words she’d had the day before. “Interesting choice for a meditation spot.” He says as they begin walking away from the creche.

“It may sound backwards, but I find it relaxing.” She says. “There’s just something about younglings that’s so...calming. Maybe there’s also a part of me that feels like I need to apologize for all the chaos I caused as a youngling.”

“I hardly think anyone blames you for that.” He says. “It takes a special temperament to care for younglings. I was never very successful when I was tasked with creche duties. The younger ones spit up on me, and the older ones liked to kick me.”

Mari laughs, something she hasn’t done in a long time. It’s the first time he’s seen her smile, but even now it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

It’s quiet between them for a few moments as they walk.

“Master Yoda spoke with you.” She finally says, breaking the silence.

He nods. “Yes. I am glad that you’ve agreed to continue your training with me.”

“I ran into Master Skywalker last night.” She says. “We had an...enlightening talk.”

Obi-Wan smiles. “Oh I’m sure Anakin has plenty he could say about me.”

“Only good things.” She smiles.

“Hopefully it stays that way.” He motions for her to follow. “Come. I was hoping to get a jump start on your training. I don’t know how long the council will give me before they send me back out to the field.”

She makes a face. “Just as long as we’re not going to meditate.”

He grins. “No, I thought we’d do something more productive today.”

****

20BBY

She coughs a bit as the cruiser comes to a stop. The front is smoking, warning alarms going off. She needs to get out before it catches fire, or worse. She pops the top open, looking down. It wasn’t that far of a drop, but as she moves, the cruiser shifts in the tree. She stills, holding her breath. She’ll have to be quick about this. She carefully moves herself until she’s squatting in the seat, the ship sliding forward with every movement. It’s teetering precariously. Just a quick jump and it’ll be over.

She pushes herself upwards, using the force to propel herself away from the ship as it takes a nose dive to the ground. She lands in a roll, springing back to her feet as her cruiser crashes to the ground. Well, she’s not getting back that way. She looks up at the sky, looking for any trails that could lead her to the other members of her squad. Had they survived the landing?

She catches a small plume of smoke off to her left, rising slowly into the sky. She sets off in that direction, keeping her senses alert in case there was anything unfriendly on this planet. She’s not even sure what planet this is.

It had just been the three of them, sent on a quick recon mission. Her master had been hesitant to let her leave the temple with the sudden reappearance of Darth Maul. She had heard the story, even before she became his padawan. The Jedi that killed a Sith. In a time when Sith were supposed to be extinct, that was quite the title to have.

Since his miraculous reappearance, her master had been keeping her at the temple out of fear that Maul might try and take revenge. That was what he wanted, after all. Her master was worried she might get caught in the crossfire if Maul ever found out about her. He didn’t doubt her abilities, but Maul was not one to underestimate.

It had been quiet, though, since her master had last seen Maul and he had decided to send her on a small, safe mission. At least, that’s what it was supposed to be.

Things had not gone according to plan.

They were supposed to be on a simple recon mission, but the Separatists had been waiting for them. It had all been a trap, and they had been forced to jump to the next sector. They had been followed, and the ensuing fight had left them crippled and forced to land on this planet. She hoped her transmission had reached her Master before they’d crashed into the thick forest.

She stumbles across the ship quickly. It’s mostly intact, but abandoned. She closes her eyes, reaching out in the force, but she can’t feel anyone nearby. She tries not to think about all the reasons that may be. She climbs into the pilot’s seat, powering up the transmitter. It flickers before going dark. She curses, slamming her fist on the control panel. She’d have to look for the other. Hopefully that ship could still transmit.

She looks to the sky, hoping to see another trail of smoke, or anything, but there’s nothing. She sighs, looking in all directions, reaching out with the force. Nothing. They couldn’t have landed that far apart. She had been in front, with the others behind her. If they fell straight in the formation they’d been in, there should be one just southwest of here. But which way was south?

Mari glances around her again before deciding to follow the direction they’d fallen in. Maybe the others were looking for her as well. She’d be safer sticking to her ruined cruiser. If no one heard from them soon, then maybe someone would come looking. The squad of cruisers crashing too had to draw some sort of attention if there was any life on this planet.

Though, as she looks at the dense trees around her, she’s not sure she wants to meet whoever lives here. Something cold runs down her spine, fear starting to edge in her mind. She’s alone on an unknown planet. She puts a hand on her hip, letting out a long breath to steady herself.

At least she still has her lightsaber.

All she can do is try to survive on her own long enough for help to come. She could reach out in the force, try to project it far enough someone would notice, but she’s not sure she wants to risk the wrong someone answering. Not to mention it would sap most of her energy to do so. To reach out that far, to cause enough of a disturbance it could be felt possibly lightyears away would take an immense amount of strength. Not that she doubted her ability, she just doesn’t want to put herself in that vulnerable position.

Not yet.

She makes it back to her ruined cruiser, feeling more tired than she had before. It’s warm on the planet, sweat starting to soak into her robes. Despite the warmth, she can still feel a chill settling in. It’s not a physical one, it’s something pressing in the back of her mind.

Something’s wrong. Why had the other cruiser been empty with no signs of life nearby?

She scans the trees, reaching out with the force once more. Her body shudders as her mind reaches something. Something’s wrong. Something's off.

There’s something out there.

She can feel it now. It’s an oppressive feeling, making her feel chilled to the bone. She pulls her lightsaber from her belt, holding it in her hand. The feeling probes at her, pressing against her defenses. She takes a breath, calming herself. She’s going to have to fight, and not just physically.

She grips her lightsaber tighter as the figure finally reveals itself. Her blood turns to ice in her veins.

“The Force does work in strange ways.” The figure muses, eyeing her with near-glowing eyes. His voice is silky smooth, “I had no idea you would go on to become Kenobi’s little Padawan.” He’s imposing in the fading sunlight.

She ignites her lightsaber, taking a defensive stance. “My Master told me about you.” She says, holding the weapon between them. He makes no move to grab his own, eyeing her as he steps closer.

“I would assume he would tell you.” He says. She can feel him pressing forward, trying to find a weak spot in her barrier. “I’ve been watching you.”

So he was the presence she had felt all day. It unnerved her, the thought that he was that close and she’d had no idea. He could have struck at any moment. She only hopes at least one of the troopers survived and managed to send out a transmission. She knows she can’t fight him alone.

She grips her lightsaber tighter as he ignites his own double blade. Her Master had made sure she was a competent dualist. With him constantly running into figures like Grievous, or even Dooku, he wanted to be sure she could hold her own against such formidable opponents. She was always better with a lightsaber anyways. Fighting was one thing. Meditation was another.

He strikes first, Mari blocking his rapid hits. He continues his assault, and a slow realization begins to dawn on Mari. She’s exhausted. The planet is hot and humid, and she had gone all day without any food or water despite spending most of the day on the move looking for any survivors. She was already in no shape to be fighting at such an intensity. That, and his aura had been draining her slowly. The darkness had been feeding off her, draining her energy.

She stumbles as he swings at her, his blade just grazing her arm. Her sleeve is singed, but he hadn’t met any skin. It should have. He should have at least singed her skin with her blade, or at the most taken a chunk of her arm.

It hadn’t touched her.

He bares his teeth at her, a low growl rumbling in his chest. She tightens her grip on her lightsaber, steeling herself as he comes at her twice as hard.

She can feel her resolve slipping, forcing her into the defensive. It was taking everything just to block his hits. Forget trying to beat him, she’s no match for him. Not after he’d been draining her all day.

She accepts it’s over when she trips. Her lightsaber drops from her, just out of reach, but he’s already on her. The ominous red of his saber glows just inches from her face. She can feel the heat of it. Any second now she’d be dead. Just like that he’d beaten her. She really was weak. Maybe everyone had been right all along.

He tightens his grip on the saber, disengaging one end to hold it with two hands. He looks like he’s fighting, struggling against something. She’s waiting, staring up at him, waiting for the end. He’d get his revenge, taking her life to make her master suffer for attempting to take his.

To her surprise the blade disappears. He reaches out a hand, and she can feel the force pressing down on her, holding her in place. “Fascinating,” He muses, dropping to a knee beside her. “This certainly changes things.”

She’s breathing hard, struggling against the force pushing against her, but she’s too tired. He wraps a hand around her throat, pulling her up into a seated position. She grips at his wrist, expecting his hand to close around her throat and choke her, but it simply rests there, his grip tight enough to hold her still but not tight enough to hurt her.

“Let me in,” He hisses, his grip tightening just slightly, but it still doesn’t hurt. Still doesn’t cut the air from entering her lungs.

She feels pressure against her mind, pressure against the barricade she had spent years building up. A familiar cold chill fills her body, taking her back twelve years ago when she had woken in the night screaming. She gasps quietly, the wall in her mind slipping as he forces his way in.

“Yes,” He says, leaning in close to her. “You remember.”

Memories flash through her mind as he looks through them. When she’d woken screaming, waking in the infirmary, then even further back. The time when she’d sleepwalked her way right out of the temple.

“You were such a strong little thing back then.” He murmurs, leaning in closer. “I had no idea until you were right in front of me.”

She watches the memory play out in her mind. She had been following instinct, her dreams reaching out, finding him. She’d left the temple so easily, making her way to him. She remembers his face, barely visible beneath the hood as he’d knelt in front of her. Her eyes are awake and aware, like she knew. She had known. It had never been a dream.

Maul chuckles, shifting his grip to the back of her neck as he forces his way completely into her mind. “I’ve been watching you.” He chuckles as her eyes widen. “Yes, it was always me. My anger kept me alive, but your life force allowed me to live.”

“No,” She whispers, going lax in his hold. She remembers the draining feeling, like someone had been sucking the life from her. It had been him. It must have been the day her master had tried to kill him. He had drawn from her lifeforce to keep himself alive.

He leans closer, licking at the tears sliding down her cheeks. “You had no idea did you, little one.” She shivers, the chill of his presence starting to settle into her bones. “The darkness in you, all that anger and hatred the Jedi tried so hard to remove was never yours.” Her eyes widen, lips parting in a gasp. “It was always me.”

Her former master had been right.

She begins to feel something bubbling inside her. All those times she’d felt the uncontrollable emotions, all the struggles she’d had trying to calm them, trying to be a good Jedi and not lose herself to them...it had never been her. It was the part of him that resided in her, the part of him that they shared. Tears slide down her cheeks, a quiet sob leaving her lips. It had never been her fault. It had never been her own weakness. No one had bothered to notice. No one had bothered to care.

He shushes her, smoothing over her skin with his bare hand. His touch is like electricity flowing through her. She feels hot despite the chill that’s settled itself into her bones. She can feel him stronger now. He’s working his way through her defenses, forcing himself into her mind by toying with her emotions, the emotions he understood. Pain, fear, anger. He’s using the bond between them against her, weakening her.

He forces her down on her back in the grass, hovering over her. His hand moves back to her throat, settling there to hold her still. She’s beginning to feel the fear bubbling up in her, her pulse thrumming against his fingers.

“You would have made a perfect Sith,” He says, shifting so he’s straddling her. “But the Jedi got to you first. Perhaps it was better this way. We were fated to meet, after all.”

She lets out a choked sound as he licks along her cheek once more, tracing the trail of her tears. Her former master had been right, the darkness hadn’t been her at all. It had been him. The Sith her current master had tried to kill. He’d survived because of her. Protecting her from him had been useless because he’d already known about her. They’d already met.

He chuckles, nosing along her jaw. “Oh yes, this is much better. I would have killed you, you know.” His lips brush her skin as he speaks. “Made Kenobi feel helpless once more, helpless to watch as I destroyed his little padawan while he could do nothing to save you. But this,” He slides his hand to the back of her neck, forcing her gaze on him. “This is so much better. You belong to me.” He growls, licking at her throat. “You can never forget my touch. Not now. Your mind is mine, your body is mine. Soon I will have you completely.”

He’s not lying. A soulmate’s touch is like a drug. Once you had felt your soulmate’s touch, there was no one else in the galaxy that could make you feel the same. No touch would feel as good, and she would constantly be feeling the need to seek him out. The desire to feel his touch once more could never be taken away. He’s ruining her in more ways than one.

She should reject him. Right now, say the words before it gets worse, before he does something else. It would stun him enough that she may be able to escape and run. She can find somewhere to hide and hope her master will find her soon. It would solve all of her problems. The darkness would be gone, and she wouldn’t have to spend the rest of her life yearning after a Sith.

So why can’t she say it?

He leans over her, bringing his face close to hers once more. She keeps her eyes closed, not wanting to look at him. “Your Master is close.” He nips at her bottom lip, dragging his sharp teeth against it. “I will be seeing you soon.” He kisses her before disappearing almost like he hadn’t been there at all.

She can still feel the ghost of him, the ghost of his presence, the ghost of his touch. She can feel the pulse through her body, already missing his hands on her. Shame burns through her as she feels the dampness in her underwear, the fabric sticking to her. She rolls over onto her side, tears sliding down her cheeks. Her mind is wide open, like a locked crate that had been pried open from the outside.

Her body burns, but still the chill has settled into her bones. She can feel him in the back of her mind, the edge that always seemed to settle there. She’s exhausted. Drained. She had thought she’d never meet her soulmate, but she already had. She’d shared a deep connection with him her entire life and hadn't known.

No one could know. No one could ever now. Not now.

She hears the roar of a gunship, but she can’t bring herself to move. He hadn’t been lying about her master being close. She can’t move. She’s tired. Too tired.

“Commander?”

She knows it's him. She knows it's him without even having to look. They may look the same, but they’re all individuals in the Force. She can’t look at him. Not even when he kneels in front of her, his touch soft against her arm. She’s shaking.

He’s gone, the calming aura of her Master replacing him. He places a gentle hand on her head, the warmth of his presence flooding through her. He probes gently at the broken pieces of the barrier, the crumbled ruins of her mind.

She lets out a sob, uncaring that her mind is open to him. It hadn’t felt so painful when Maul had burst his way through. It hadn’t been painful at all.

“Maul.” He whispers, digging just far enough to see who was responsible for putting her in this state.

He had trained her to hold her own in a physical fight against a swordsman as capable as Maul. She had told him how her skills with a lightsaber were her weakest point. How her former master had spent years drilling her to catch up with her other skills. He had been wrong in assuming her strength in the Force would protect her if her combat skills failed. But her true weakness was her emotions. He should have known a Sith would use them against her.

He uses the Force to ease her into sleep. Her mind was fractured enough. She didn’t need to know what the troopers had found. “Get everyone back to the ships.” He tells Cody. “Don’t linger here.”