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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 3 years ago

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Prominence [WCh. 2.54]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU CW/TW: Language Genre: Comedy, Romance Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Seonghwa x Reader Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: Back to our regularly scheduled programming Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

23 February 2022

"Last one, boys, we're almost done," you tried to encourage the two boys sitting next to you. Mark was passed out, face pressed against the glass of the window, and Yangyang was in a similar state with his head hanging low and soft snores coming from him, you'd given up on repositioning his head half an hour ago and figured the neck ache would teach him a lesson.

After the whirlwind of everything that's been going on, to know that you were done with the hardest part of comeback promotions was amazing. You just had a few variety shows to handle, all less stressful than music shows, and NCThree would have successfully wrapped up their first comeback.

First comeback, whoa. It didn't really dawn on you until then. You were glad that everyone enjoyed it so much, thankful actually, NCThree has such a different sound from the other units that sometimes it worried you. You, and no doubt the two next to you, didn't really think you'd get called back to do a unit again. The idea of this NCT U unit was to have different trios each time, but the fans liked your group so much that SM decided to oblige. Actually, you were so certain that you wouldn't work with them again that neither of you celebrated the year anniversary debut, which in hindsight's kind of sad. In some ways, that's like a friendiversary. Well, never too late for that. Who would've thought that these two would've become your closest friends?

You remember it like it was yesteday.

7 July 2020

You sat across from Yangyang, awkwardly tapping your fingers together while you waited for the third person to show up. You'd both agreed to lunch together, granted that lunch was at the SM café, but it was the most accessible place at the time. You kept your eyes trained on the menu in front of you, something which you had long memorized, but you'd rather do that than face the awkwardness head-on.

After all, how the hell are you supposed to address the guy you used to crush on? You could feel your face heat with embarrassment by the second. You didn't think that you'd be collaborating with him anytime soon, much less be in a unit with him. Oh god, you're going to be seeing him a lot now, weren't you? What are the odds?

You didn't know that he was thinking similarly. You're so familiar, why can't he put his finger on it? It was bothering him, but he couldn't bring it up without sounding weird. So, instead, he opted to mindlessly scroll up and down Supreme's website, he's probably opened the same product maybe five times now. How does he even start a conversation with you, anyway?

“Uh…” Turns out it would be you to break the silence. “Are you and Mark close?” You asked him a question, but your eyes were still on the menu.

“No, not really,” he answers. Maybe he could’ve been nicer about it. “You?”

“No, this is the first time I’ve spoken to him, actually,” you answered. “I mean, I know of him, of course, who doesn’t know Mark? I’m just surprised he said ‘yes,’” you added.

“Yeah, he’s in so many other units already,” Yangyang nods. “Do you know who they would’ve asked if he said no?”

“Jeno, I think,” you hummed. “Although I heard them mention Jaemin too,” you answered.

“Both from Dream then,” he says.

“Basically, I was thinking more of rappers,” you said. That seemed to bring out a response in him.

“I didn’t think about that,” he says. The unit was new enough that their full concept hadn’t yet been explained. “What do you think the unit’s going to be?”

“Well… uh… considering our positions… probably rap?” You shrugged. The way you’d pay to be anywhere other than here. Where the hell’s Mark?! “Let me text him…” you muttered. Again, awkwardness. You pulled up his contact, shooting him a quick ‘where are you?’ Only for the message to not deliver at all. “Sorry,” he looks at you and you immediately look back down. “Uh,” tongue twisted, “do you have service?”

“Yeah, let me try texting him,” he says. He’s silent for a while. “Huh… it’s not delivering,” he shakes his head.

“Hm…” you try texting the group chat. “Did you get that?” The notification sound from his phone answers your question. “Now I’m worried,” you mumbled.

“Maybe he changed his number again?”

“Maybe, but usually he lets us know,” you tried sending another message. Not delivered, and this time with the red exclamation point next to it. "Uh oh..." your brows furrowed together. "It's not sending at all," you mumbled against your hand.

"Shoot... do you think...?" His eyes squinted. "Because Renjun said he left the house a while ago..."

"What... what are you implying?" Your eyes were filled with a certain mix of fear and concern.

"I mean... it is rush hour in Seoul right now," he mutters. "Anything could have happened."

"Oh my god... you're not saying that he..." you didn't finish your sentence, not because you didn't want to, rather, you were interrupted.

"Hey, guys!" Mark slides into the booth next to Yangyang, both you and him jumping up with surprise. "What's up? You two look like you saw a ghost." You and Yangyang make eye contact quickly.

Nah, no way, he's not a ghost. An awkward smile rose on both your faces and you both did the one thing you could think of. You grabbed Mark's right hand and Yangyang grabbed his left. Again, you both looked at each other, neither of you expected to have the same idea. Regardless, Mark was most definitely alive and probably very confused.

"Uh..." Mark shifts his glances between both of you.

"We heard a rumor that your hands were really cold," you quickly said.

"Yeah," Yangyang jumped along easily.

"Sorry, we should've asked first," you laughed awkwardly, it sounded insanely forced, but Yangyang went along with it and Mark seemingly fell for it. But, to be fair you really had no idea what you would've done if for whatever reason he was a ghost, the sheer ridiculousness of the idea is what got you laughing the most though.

"Nah, it's all good," Mark pulls his hands away from both of you. "Sorry I was late! I was going to text you guys, but I got a new phone and haven't had a chance to transfer all my data yet," he explains.

"Oh! Yeah, of course, we know," you spoke quickly. "Our messages weren't delivering, so we figured that you changed numbers or something, nothing else, haha."

"Yeah, totally, we definitely didn't think that you di-"

"Flaked!" You cut Yangyang off with a subtle glare. "We definitely didn't think you flaked on us," you said through a strained smile. "Anyway, I'm starving, let's order something!" You quickly changed topics.

23 February 2022

Yeah, you were almost 98% sure that Mark would've never spoken to you again after that day, let alone Yangyang. You had strong memories of crying to Yeseul because you thought you blew it so much. You didn't think you'd be sitting between them again, but here you were, shaking both of them awake.

"Huh?" Mark groans.

"We're here. Last music show recording and we're done," you repeated. Mark rubbed his tired eyes and sat up, noticing Yangyang.

"His neck's going to kill him this performance," he frowns.

"I know," you nudged him awake and, with a gasp, his head bobs up and he rubs the back of his head.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," you chuckled.

"Ugh..." Yangyang leaned his head back, rolling it around his neck to ease the ache. "Last one and we get a break," he hits his head against the rest behind him. The door slides open and Suho beams.

"Rise and shine! We're almost done, guys," your manager shoots you a thumbs up. All three of you only groan in response. "Come on, bright smiles, fight through it, you're in the homestretch now!" He encourages. Despite his demeanor, the Music Bank set behind him seemed to loom over him like foreboding doom. "After today I'll buy you all dinner." It was like a light switch.

"Let's do this!" Yangyang jumped out first.

"Noodles? It's been a while since we had noodles!" Mark says aloud.

"Ooh! I know just the place!" You smiled. "I'll text it to you later, Suho!" You grinned and, maybe you imagined it, there was a sudden pang of regret in his eyes. "I'm so glad that we're almost through, then we get to rest tomorrow," you sighed, the walk to your dressing room wasn't as far as the other music shows.

"(Y/N)!" Jia was practically beaming when the three of you walked in. "You have a little present," she sings, gesturing to the bouquet on the table.

"Oh!" Your eyes lit up for a moment and you walked over, picking up the small card. Yangyang leans over, skimming the card and glancing around to make sure the coast was clear.

"What if it's from Red?" He snickers.

"Shh! Shut up," you pushed him away from you and read the message.

'Good luck at work today! Here's to a new start. - Your Not-So-Secret Admirer'

And, as if it were on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

The sound you made was absolutely fucking revolting. Come on, now, (Y/N), you literally dated him before why were you acting like you're falling in love all over again?

"Oh my gosh," you grabbed the closest thing to you, the unlucky person being Yangyang, and shook him harshly. "Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing but also so romantic, oh-"

"I'm suddenly regretting joining forces with Yunho." If Yangyang wasn't awake before, he certainly was now. "Didn't you two date already?!"

"This is different!" You pushed him away now and Yangyang exaggeratedly collapses on the stylist's chair.

"How?!"

"You wouldn't understand," you waved your hand.

"Not-So-Secret Admirer, huh?" Mark reads the message and smiles. "Glad to know that you and Seonghwa are good again," he says. "I'm serious! You look happier already!"

"Told you it wasn't from Red," you teased. Yangyang just rolled his eyes.

"Sorry I'm late!" Kyungjae walks in, brushing his hair back with his hand and holding a makeup caboodle in the other.

"Speak of the devil and he shall arrive," Yangyang mumbles. Mark, although he was sly about it, had a strange look in his eyes. Before you could say anything, he glues his eyes to his phone, focused on finding something and wandering to the side of the room.

"Oh, who are the flowers from?" Kyungjae asks.

"(Y/N), here, has a secret admirer," Jia explains. "And one with really good credit," she points at the florist's name on the card.

"A secret admirer, huh?" Kyungjae hums and moves the flowers aside.

"(Y/N), come here a sec," Mark waves you over, pointing to his phone with a smile. His idol smile, in particular. Your eyes had a hint of suspicion when you leaned on the wall next to him. He angles his screen so you could see it despite the privacy screen protector. It was a picture of Seonghwa.

"What about him?" You ask.

"I was wondering why Red's jacket looked familiar," Mark whispers. You look between the picture and Kyungjae.

"Holy shit..." you gasped softly. "Same thing happened with Daniel..." you explained.

"Last stage, everyone! Let's do our best!" The producer announces.

"We'll talk about this later," you nodded your head and Mark silently agreed. You take your seat on the stylist's chair, your shoulders immediately tensing when Kyungjae rests both of his hands on the back of it.

"Kyungjae, you're with me today!" Hana says, calling him over before he could place the box down next to you. You let out a subtle sigh of relief.

"Oh, sure! Okay!" He walks over to her. You didn't really realize it until Mark said it, but when you really looked at him, you noticed he styled his hair rather differently today too, a very interesting style that was the trademark of a certain Not-So-Secret admirer. Suddenly, your hands felt clammy.

Creepy.

"Hey, relax your shoulders, you'll cramp up before the stage," Jia says, massaging them gently, she leans down next to your ear. "We got notice of your complaint, it's being investigated right now," Jia whispers. "Until then we'll keep him as far away from you as we can," she finishes.

"Thank you, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," you nodded, keeping your eyes forward to avoid suspicion.

"Inconvenience? You're our friend, (Y/N), he's replaceable," Jia shakes her head, continuing her work.

Once you were all dressed and ready, you took the liberty of stepping out first, nearly colliding with one of the MCs. He stared at you with wide eyes, his jaw moving ever so slightly as if he wanted to say something but no words came out.

"Uh... hello," you smiled. "Sunghoon, right?"

"Uh... huh..." he nods his head slowly. You really just read his mic. "Uh... (Y/N)? From... ANiMA?" He speaks slowly.

"Yeah, that's me," you look behind you, Yangyang just shrugged his shoulders.

"This is for you please take it," he suddenly rushes his words shoving a piece of paper in your hands and dashing off.

"Sunghoon! Sunghoon! We're supposed to escort them to the stage, where are you going?!" Wonyoung runs to catch up to NCThree and stops next to you. "I'm so sorry about him," she shakes her head. "He's been jittery since that guy from TXT dropped by," she crosses her arms.

"TXT? As in Tomorrow by Together?" You looked down at the paper in your hand.

"Yeah, he told him to do something, or whatever," she sighs. "Oh well, I'll take you over to the stage instead, we'll do our interview, film the song, and all's well," she explains. You unfolded the paper just slightly, not wanting to read the message in full until you could do so privately, but as soon as you saw what looked like the start of a string of numbers you shut it, folding it again and putting it in your pocket.

This, as you should've expected, didn't go unnoticed to the unnaturally observant man behind you, who watched you put it away. He looked at Mark, who was too engrossed in conversation with Wonyoung to have noticed. Not that it was any of his business, but he vaguely remembered seeing you talk to someone from TXT, that whole night was fuzzy, he didn't remember who it was, and for all he knew you could've been talking to another member of ATEEZ and he was just too drunk to put it together, but he couldn't shake the strange feeling in his chest.

"Here we are! Let's start filming," Wonyoung gestures toward your spots on the stage. Sunghoon tensed as soon as he saw you, stepping aside to leave a good distance between you and him, a gap wide enough that Mark ended up standing between you two anyway. Huh, strange.

Earlier

"Sunghoon! Hey," Yeonjun shook the iced coffee in his hand, giving it to the young MC.

"Hyung! What's up?" Sunghoon smiles and Yeonjun wraps an arm around his shoulders.

"Hey, I heard from Heesung that a certain NCT unit is filming today, right?"

"Yeah! NCThree! I'm a huge fan, especially (Y/N)! She seems so nice," Sunghoon smiles.

"That's good, hey, I need you to do me a favor, hand her this for me," he hands Sunghoon a paper. Sunghoon unfolds it, Yeonjun not saying anything to protest. The younger boy skims through it and stops in his tracks.

"Is this... is this a good idea, hyung?" He asks. "I don't know, it's just, you know... she's already been in enough scandals," Sunghoon mutters, clearly concerned more for you than the boy next to him. It was true, you'd been scrutinized by the media for a while now, and he really was concerned about your wellbeing, he didn't even know you at all, but any idol would sympathize with your position.

"Scandal? And what makes you think this would cause a scandal?" He asks.

"Uh... sorry, I didn't mean to imply," Sunghoon shakes his head. "You know what, it's fine! It's fine! I'll hand this to her for you," he says before Yeonjun could continue.

"Nice! Thanks, Sunghoon, I really appreciate it," he nods. "Don't drink that too fast, you'll get jitters," he waves his hand and is off. Sunghoon opens the paper again.

'Hey, we didn't get much a chance to talk when we ran into each other last, give me a call - Yeonjun' Followed by his phone number.

You read through the message over and over again, finally settled into the van after a hard day and on your way to your aunt's shop.

"Are you going to text him?" Mark asks.

"I mean... I feel like it would be rude not to," you shrugged. "He went through the trouble of handing it to Sunghoon and all." Is this a thing you're supposed to talk to Seonghwa about? Well... it's not like you're together, not officially at least.

"Maybe he doesn't mean anything romantic about it, could just be a friendly thing, right?" Mark asks. Yangyang leans over and reads the note.

"Where's the harm? You need more friends anyway," he pokes your side.

"You're the one to talk!" You jabbed back. "Fine! Yeah, I'll text him later," you shrug. He did seem like a nice enough person anyway.

Speaking of texting, you pressed on Seonghwa's contact.

"Oh god, she's doing it again," Yangyang deadpans, your hand gripped around his arm and shaking him slightly. "Shake Mark!!"

"Mark has delicate skin," you muttered, still focused on your screen.

"And I don't?!"

"No." Mark, meanwhile, was lulling off to sleep again. Yangyang catches a glance of the screen, plucking it from your hands with one swift movement. "Hey!" You reach to grab it but he holds it just out of reach, typing in a message for himself and pushing you away in the process. "Yangyang I swear to god if you type in something stupid I'm posting the video of your drunk version of A Whole New World."

"I'm not, I'm not," he reassures you.

"Yangyang!"

"I'm not saying anything dumb, I promise!" He laughs, deleting the messages he just sent. "Honestly, I'd text him myself, but after the dorm-fiasco I deleted his contact out of bestie solidarity," he says. He opens your camera and takes a few random selfies to cover it up.

"Give it back!" He slides your phone back into your hands. "Oh..." you scroll through the messages, not seeing anything.

"Sorry, the lighting was just too good and your phone has the best camera," he says.

"Huh?" You open your photo library. "Oh my god, you dork," you laugh. Yangyang smiles and stretches his arms behind his head.

"Yeah..." he answers. "Well, I'm hungry," he announces. "I could eat, like, five of those beef noodle bowls," he exaggerates.

"Same! I'm starving," you added.

"I'll take anything at this point," Mark yawns. "Wake me up when we get there."

"Me too, Yang, you're on watch," you leaned against the headrest.

"Sure, yeah," he slides both of his AirPods in and you shut your eyes.

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dreamingyouth · 5 years ago

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[Darth Maul x Bookworm!Reader] Part 4 - Little things

Hello ! Are you new here ? Be sure to check the other parts below :

- Part 1

- Part 2

- Part 3

- Part 4 : You're here !

- Part 5

Words count : 2200

Warnings : none

Inspired by this lovely ask, thank you again anon ! ❤

You were never great with goodbyes.

The sky was clear, two fluffy clouds taking bets on which would be the fastest to reach the horizon under the warm autumn sun. The blue infinity above your head appeared to you like a never-ending sea. Would you ever be able to sail and explore the unknown lands? You couldn't know. At least, it left you dreamy; you found magic in how it changed color, azure blending gradually with soft shades of pink and orange as the day came to an end. The sight was incredibly beautiful and yet was only an introduction, waiting for the night to take over with its countless shining stars illuminating a dark blue, almost black canvas.

The trees around you seemed to be inspired by it, the bright green of their leaves slowly changing to a set of warm colors- yellow, orange, red, brown, every one of them pleasing the eye as if it was looking at a master's painting. They were full of life, though: the wind was playing with the branches and inviting the leaves in a joyful dance, some of them slowly falling to the ground in a last curtsey.

This was a setting you could admire forever without getting bored. You were lucky enough to live on a planet blessed with seasons, each of them lovely in their own way; but what you were most grateful for was the male in front of you, his hands gently holding yours while you kept your forehead against his. It became a little habit of yours to do this before parting every night: you would close your eyes and enjoy the silence around you, faces close enough to touch softly and let you appreciate each other's presence one last time.

At times you would exchange the sweetest kiss, at times a longing gaze would be enough; not once was it easy to part and leave, even though you both knew you would see each other again the following day. Sometimes you wanted to tell him how you desired to keep him by your side, not having to be separated even for just one night. Would he think of you as a clingy person? Would it bother him? He probably needed his space just like you did, maybe even had secrets you never knew of.

"Maul...

- Yes, angel?"

You smiled. Hushed whispers murmured against your lover's lips was something you treasured preciously, just as much as the charming nicknames he came up with from time to time. The intimacy you both shared bloomed from the smallest things: it was all in quiet words and little touches, thoughtful gifts, the warmth of a loving embrace. You felt lucky, not only to have this but to have this with him: to many, he might look scary or threatening, his appearance more the one of a devil than one of an angel. And yet... You somehow managed to bring out the softest side of him, one you guessed no one has ever seen before you. Probably no one would even think of him having such gentleness and care in his heart. His vulnerability was a secret you kept dearly, and it made you feel special.

"There's... this book that will be out tomorrow, and I wondered if you would accompany me to the bookstore. Maybe we could meet in front of it? And spend the day together?"

Your innocent request and your soft voice made him smile fondly, though you noticed a hint of playfulness in his eyes as he spoke.

"So, you're asking me out on dates now, hm?

- What? I- No, I just- I just thought it could be nice to spend time together-"

He chuckled. His question made you embarrassed, your face heating up a little as you tried to justify yourself, looking to the side. This caused you to involuntarily expose your neck to him, which he obviously noticed; and to cut your rambling, he placed a long, tender kiss on your skin, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close. It caught you by surprise and you stopped rambling, your fingers getting a hold of his dark clothes while he murmured in your ear.

"I never said it bothered me."

He was playing with you, and you both knew it. You didn't mind, though: it was a part of him you loved, after all, and you wouldn't exchange it for anything else in the galaxy.

"Oh..."

Your lips stretched with a smile, embarrassment leaving your face with every second passing by as it was replaced with nothing but affection for the Dathomirian. He lifted his head up to lock his intense gaze with yours, which you probably enjoyed for a little too long before moving again. Your digits slowly traveled up, leaving the soft fabric of his tunic to brush against the tattooed skin on his neck, tracing the intricate designs on their way up to his sharp jaw. You could feel him slightly shivering under your touch and imagined such a gentle contact was something he wasn't used to. Maybe he never experienced it at all- yet he allowed you, blindly trusting you as you explored higher, palms finally cupping his cheeks before pulling him into a sweet kiss.

"Meet me there, then... and don't be late!

- You're one to talk."

His words made you laugh. He never forgot.

After exchanging a few words over the last details, you reluctantly let go of him, hands sliding down his arms to his hands and holding them as long as you could before you had to part and go home. This would be the first time meeting him anywhere else than under your tree or at home. Not to mention, this was your first real date, too. This was new, and it would feel a bit scary if you went with anyone but him; but you trusted him as he trusted you, and quite honestly, it felt like you could face anything coming your way if Maul was by your side.

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You had been expecting this moment since the second you woke up. You made sure you looked your absolute best: your favorite clothes on, your face washed and fresh, you checked once more your bag and found that, for the third time, everything you've been planning to take with you was there.

You were going on a date.

You were going on a date with Maul.

Your excitement and slight nervousness met as you glanced at the clock on your wall, begging the hands to move faster until they indicated the time you were waiting for to leave your home. You didn't waste more time, your bag thrown over your shoulder as you rushed to your front door; you locked in a heartbeat before running on the path leading to the nearest city, each of your steps leading you closer to the one you loved.

As you approached the street where you were supposed to meet, you stopped. Your chest rose and fell in a quick pace, betraying your excited rush; he couldn't see you like this. He would mock you again, wouldn't he?

After catching your breath, you finally turned the corner of the street and walked to the bookstore. You could see him waiting in front of it. As usual, he was there before you, which you noticed was something he liked; after all, not once did you have to wait for him to appear, except this one time when he returned with the sun setting.

"Looks like my date arrived."

He welcomed you with a little smirk, his playful remark bringing a smile to your face. His hood was up, covering his horns and toning down the red tattoos on his face; it didn't hide them though, and you were grateful you could still admire the symmetrical designs they traced on his skin. They fascinated you from day one.

"Sorry I kept you waiting!

- I arrived merely minutes ago. You don't have to apologize for anything."

His arms, previously crossed, moved as he took off one of his black gloves to reach for your face. Slowly caressing your cheek, he took a good look at you; and as much as you were embarrassed about him touching you so tenderly in public, you loved feeling his fingers on your skin and allowed yourself to get lost in his flaming eyes for a moment.

"You look lovely today."

The truth was, he wasn't used to giving compliments. He barely got any from his master, and never got the opportunity to do so himself; learning about the enemy -the Jedi- and training hard day after day left little time to socialize. Not that there was anyone to socialize with in the first place. It came almost naturally with you, however, and your happiness was enough of an excuse for him to try.

His hand slid down your arm to hold your hand, his grasp a little more possessive than usual now that there were people around. You both made your way into the bookstore; you knew it by heart now, and it wasn't long before you were standing in front of the right section. Your gaze moved along the spines of the numerous books available, looking for the one you wanted before spotting it on the highest shelf. Letting go of the Dathomirian's hand for a second, you stood on tip-toe, eager digits reaching out to try and catch the copy above your head; yet it was too high, and you were struggling.

"It seems like someone needs help, hm?

- Maul !"

You turned around, only to find your lover looking at you with an amused expression, his strong arms crossed over his chest. You couldn't come up with anything more to say. How could you? He was right.

He took some steps forward as his soft chuckle reached your ears, his warm hand settling on your waist before he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"It's alright to be short, love. It's cute on you."

You could tell these weren't words he used often, and it only made them more precious. Focused on the sweet encouragements he offered you, you didn't notice him reaching up to grab the book you were longing for until he gave it to you, another kiss landing on your forehead; only then you went to pay, Maul's arm still around your waist and holding you close. You sure were a strange pair: he was dark and intimidating, but you were happy and full of life. It seemed like the two of you weren't meant to get along at all, yet you did, and more closely than you would've ever expected.

"You were waiting for this for a long time."

It was an affirmation, not a question; given how he knew you by now, you weren't surprised in the slightest by him being so confident.

"Yes... I feel lucky we're able to get it here. I was afraid it would only be available on other planets, if I'm honest.

- You know I would've gotten it for you if you asked.

- I know... but I didn't want to bother you."

You looked up with a small smile, your gaze lingering on his red and black skin before meeting with his eyes. You were grateful to have him. You were aware of how some people changed their path not to cross his, aware of the wary looks he would get from others. But you... you knew. You knew there was more to him than scary appearances and threatening glares, you knew there was a well-hidden vulnerability waiting for the right person to come and reveal it.

And you were so glad to be this person.

"Let's go home."

His words brought you back to reality. Without saying anything, he paid for your book, adding a beautiful bookmark to it before leading you out. Not once did he let go of your hand, his steps fast but adjusted to your own speed.

"You didn't have to. I feel like you're spoiling me more than I deserve."

He stopped. You were out of the city by now and on your way back to your house, the comfort of being alone with your loved one enough to bring you warmth on this autumn afternoon. He turned to you, his fingers lacing with yours gently as he brought his free hand to your face.

"I don't. I'd give you the galaxy if you asked me to."

Your gaze softened, and a fond smile spread on your lips. There was no way you could deny how sincere he was, given how it was perfectly conveyed by his tender words; you moved closer, your own free hand mirroring his as it rested on his cheek- not before pushing his hood down, revealing his majestic crown of horns to you.

"I know."

Your voice down to a murmur, you tilted your head up to press your lips against his, the taste intoxicating and getting you more addicted as days went by. But how could this be wrong? He was yours.

"I love you, Maul."

And you were his.

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I don’t know what to feel about this one. Some parts I like, others not so much... I was very busy this week and I’m visiting family this weekend, but I still wanted you to have this new part ❤ I hope you’ll still like it ! As always, if you like this series and want to be tagged for part 5, please let me know !

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