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danger-xylophones · 4 years

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Family Reunion Part 7. The Child

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Notes: I screwed up the timeline of Star Wars because I didn’t think about it so, sorry.

Ps. I stan big-brother Therapist Opress

Warnings: Swearing, reader is a panicky mess for a little bit, some suggestive language

Words: 3246

Taglist: @and-claudia // @tararuthven // @ravenclawlegacy // @noiralei // @pinkiemme // @darthsmol

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Forever

Forever indeed. It felt like Maul had been gone for forever. You hadn’t seen him in two months and they were some of the most excruciating months you’d ever lived through. What made it worse were the few and far between calls late at night that only made your aching for your unofficial husband grow. You were legitimately becoming concerned for as the time stretched on without contact, you began to feel sicker. Was it possible to get sick from missing someone? Is that what people meant when they described someone as ‘lovesick’?

“Y/n, are you sure you are alright?” Ki-Adi’s voice shook you to the core as you were forced to refocus on the fact that you were currently in the middle of a duel with him. Your master had lowered his saber, one hand held up to stop you from pressing your advantage while he questioned you.

“I’m fine, Master.” The reply was immediate and spoken without thought. You knew you were just being dramatic and that your life had to go on when Maul wasn’t around. You were to become a Jedi. He was a Sith Lord. Divergence from each other was what founded your relationship and when that manifested in not seeing each other for months, you had to learn to deal with it. The whole ‘feeling sick because my husband isn’t here to hold me’ thing was getting old fast.

Your husband....gods, those words didn’t seem real. Legally binding or not, the fact of the matter was that you had married Maul in total secrecy two months ago. You could remember the moment he claimed you as his wife so clearly that on the most lonely nights it seemed to become the only thing that was real and untainted by hypocrisy, hubris, and politics. The knowledge that you were the only one who would ever know the feel of Maul’s hands on your hips, or the gentle nudge of his nose against your own as he pressed his lips to yours, or even how solid he felt when buried in-

You internally shook your head. Yes, the knowledge that you were the only one that would ever know how any of that felt was...intoxicating. And you were selfish. Maul’s love was a drug and you were the only one that had access to it.

“Are you sure? You seem very distracted.” Ki-Adi continued, blocking the strike you levied at his side.

“I’m. Fine.” You seethed, frustrated at your mind for wandering and at your body for how poorly you were fighting.

Ki-Adi sheathed his saber and raised an eyebrow at you, hands finding a place clasped behind his back. He was disappointed. You sighed and sheathed your green saber as well, already preparing for the inevitable lecture. “I do not believe you, Y/n. You haven’t been acting like yourself since we returned from negotiations on Toydaria.” Ki-Adi stepped forward to grasp your shoulder, communicating his concern more clearly than his perpetually calm voice would allow. “Did something happen?”

You shifted on your feet, knowing you would have to lie. There was no way you could tell him that you were lovesick but you could explain the physical symptoms your predicament had manifested. “No, master, nothing happened. Just...I don’t know how to explain it.” You carded a hand through your hair briefly. “For the past few weeks, I haven’t felt...like myself?” You tried, looking into your master’s calm face.

Ki-Adi’s brows furrowed. There was no condemnation in his eyes, only curiosity. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...I can’t remember the last time I got a good night’s worth of rest. For some reason, certain smells have been bothering me lately, I’m so tired all the time-yesterday I passed out in the library and Madame Jocasta had to walk me to my room because I couldn’t walk more than a few steps without feeling nauseous.” You let out an angry huff directed at the strange reactions your body was having to the absence of Maul. “But, every time I’ve considered going to the healers to see what is going on, the symptoms vanish.”

Ki-Adi was quiet for a moment as he digested the revelation. “Do you know what might be causing these reactions?” He eventually asked, taking a seat in the middle of the mat you had been fighting on. You followed his lead, sticking your chin in one hand and propping your elbow on your bended knee while your free hand toyed with a rogue string on your robe. You shook your head, eyes boring into the ground. “Are you, perhaps, nervous for the Trials?”

You shook your head again, straightening up. “No, I mean...I am just a bit nervous but I know that these reactions aren’t originating from that. I was more nervous about making my second lightsaber and this never happened.” Your stomach gave an almighty lurch all of a sudden which caused you to clasp your hand over your mouth, the other shooting to your stomach. But, just as quickly as it had come upon you, the sensation vanished leaving you and your perplexed master. You groaned in frustration, almost wishing you would just vomit so that whatever was going on would cease. Ki-Adi sent you a sympathetic frown, helping you to your feet. “If I may forgo discretion, master?” He hummed to tell you it was alright. “I spoke with Luminara Unduli and she posited that it could just be an intense bout of pms. Which would make sense…” Because I’m late…Like,...two months late. And with that realization, a whole new plethora of issues became very likely possibilities. No, no...we...Maul and I aren’t even the same species. That can’t happen...or can it? Zabraks are classified as Near-human. In theory, we could...no, no.

“Hmm, this is troubling. May I suggest that you go to the healers, Padawan? Even if Master Unduli is correct, I think it would be wise to receive confirmation.” Ki-Adi, ever tranquil in his approach, thankfully rescued you from the spiraling panic now coiling in your chest. “Come, I will escort you there.”

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“Y/n?” Savage’s rumbling baritone voice pulled you back to reality and you suddenly realized that you had been zoned out for a very long time. When had you started deep cleaning the ship? Looking away from the floor of the cockpit you had started diligently scrubbing, you met the towering zabrak’s questioning gaze as he leaned against the doorway. “Are you alright? You’ve been cleaning incessantly since you woke up.”

Briefly letting your eyes flicker over the various cleaning supplies strewn around you, you shrugged, mouth feeling dry. “I...I guess.” With a little more focus, you returned to scrubbing, eager for some distraction. “I’ve just...been lost in thought, I guess.”

“I noticed.” Savage stated bluntly whilst crossing his arms. “I’m worried about you, sister.” You paused at his words, momentarily closing your eyes as you collected yourself. You could hear him approaching, long strides echoing around the small area as he neared until he crouched next to you and gently worked the rag out of your hands. “You have not been yourself for the past few days.” Your eyes snapped open and slid to the side to meet Savage’s gaze. His brow was worked into a frown and one of his large hands was hesitantly reaching out, as though he was unsure if he was allowed to console through touch.

Opting to let him in, you reached out and grabbed his hand. “I’m afraid seeing Maul in this state has...drained me. I just needed a reprieve and I guess shutting down was the way I went about achieving that.” As you spoke, you let your thumbs dig into his palm while you used him as an anchor. “And,” glancing around Savage to see into the makeshift sleeping area the three of you had set up, you took note of how Wild was still completely passed out which made it safe to make your confession, “and it isn’t helped by the lying on my end. I want to tell Wild the truth, but I’m terrified of how he’ll react. He’s lived his whole life believing his father to be dead. What will he do when he finds out that he’s not and that he was, in fact, a Sith Lord? I don’t want him to go into shock over it but how the hell am I supposed to adjust him to the idea organically?” You muttered more to yourself than to Savage who was still patiently crouched next to you, happily lending an ear.

Savage’s breathing was the only thing you could hear, low and steady like the breath of a mythical beast. It was soothing to hear something other than your own panicked thoughts. “I wish I knew how to help you, Y/n. I care for Wild and I care for you too. The three of you are the only kin I have left.” He sighed and finally took a seat beside you, still allowing you to toy with his hand.

“I hadn’t thought about that...how are you holding up?” You tried carefully, releasing Savage’s hand when he gently tugged it away from you.

“Not well, if I am to be completely honest. Though-I have the benefit of not remembering what Maul used to be like.” Savage’s voice dropped to barely above a whisper.

Not entirely sure where to go from here, you opted to voice the most pressing anxiety that plagued you without ceasing. “Do you really think Mother Talzin will be able to help him?”

“Help him? No. Bring back Darth Maul? Yes.”

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“Padawan L/n, these results are...most concerning.” The words falling from the Mirialan healer are...disconcerting which causes you to sit up, propping yourself on your elbows as you rise from the bed to watch her movements.

“Why?” You ask, sitting up a little further as your panic makes a resurgence. “What’s wrong? What do they say?” She didn’t reply nor did she turn to look at you as she raised a hand and flicked her fingers in unison to beckon you over. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and walked over to the screen that was displaying the results of the full-body scan she had run to pinpoint the epicenter of your troubles. The particular area of interest was a position that was decidedly not your stomach like you thought it would be. Oh no. “W-...what does that mean?” You asked, trembling. Your throat was swiftly closing up as you continued to stare at the red circle that blinked placidly above your uterus.

“Y/n, you know what it means. Coupling the scan with your other symptoms, I think the issue is impossible to deny or misinterpret.” The Mirialan was bristling as she spoke, the sympathy draining from her voice with every word till it was sucked dry of any humanity. “I must inform the council immediately.”

Inform the...shit. Whirling around faster than you thought humanly possible and leaping over the bed, you practically tackled the healer to keep her from leaving the room. “Dariada, listen to me. I don’t know how this happened.” You attempted to explain, hands grasping her left forearm in a vice.

She made a noise of utter indignation that echoed in your head. “You don’t-how could you not know?! You slept with a man, Padawan L/n, that’s how this happened. You broke the code! They’ll expel you from the order for this!” She was livid.

“They could if I had broken the code! But I didn’t! I didn’t sleep with anyone!” Liar. Liar. This baby’s mother is a liar. Maul, fuck, where are you? One hand shot to your front, gently laying over where your womb was. “There was no one. I swear.”

“That doesn’t happen, Y/n. You had to have slept with someone.” Dariada shot back, hood dangerously close to flying off. Her vibrant green skin was a shade darker from the blood rushing to it in her anger. You had never liked Dariada, she was always far too self-righteous, but you liked her even less now. With what could only be described as a snarl, she wrenched her arm free and grabbed both of your wrists in an iron grip, already marching her way out of the hall and dragging you along with her. She held true to her word and informed the council of the...situation.

Soon you were standing in the middle of the council members, begging for them to believe you that there had been no one. The lie felt like poison on your tongue, it seeped into your own system just as it flew at the council members. Plo Koon was the first to believe you. “I can sense much fear in you, padawan. Why?” The Kel Dor had asked amidst your muffled sobs. There was no hint of condemnation in his modulated voice, but, instead, compassion and empathy.

“With all due respect, Master Plo, I just found out that I’m pregnant and I can’t even explain how it happened. I am not ashamed to admit I am terrified of what is to become of my baby.” You turned towards him, hiccuping and blubbering throughout your confession.

“Only your baby?” Plo Koon asked, raising the ridge where his eyebrow would be. You were painfully aware of the gazes of each individual master on you. Ki-Adi’s was the heaviest of them all.

With a swallow, you attempted to calm your nerves. Maul could help you. Maul would help you. You just had to get in touch with him. But what would his master do to him, to your baby? The tears began anew. “Only my baby. I can be expelled from the order and find a way to survive but what of them?” No answer was needed for your question. The implications were clear.

“Padawan, approach.” Master Yoda’s voice called to you as he beckoned you closer with his three-fingered hand. His expression was unreadable. You did as he commanded and the old master closed his eyes and held his hand out in front of him when you were little more than a foot away from him. “A child of the Force, the babe is. Clouded is their future.” The grandmaster sighed heavily, letting his head and hand fall in time. “Expel her, we cannot. Powerful will the child be. We must not let either of them fall to the dark side.” Murmurs fell from the masters, sneaking past you as they slipped from loose lips.

“But is she telling the truth, Master Yoda?” Master Tinn was the one to voice the question on all of their minds.

“She has to be, Master Tinn.” It was Ki-Adi who spoke in your defense. “Dariada said that she was approaching nine weeks, in that time, the only instances where Y/n has left my sight was when she was in the temple. Y/n is predisposed to the light side and has never broken the code before, to assume that she would to this extent is unwise and unfair to my padawan.” You sent Ki-Adi a grateful smile as he rose from his chair and approached to stand beside you in front of his fellow masters.

“What are you suggesting we do then, Master Mundi?” Mace Windu asked from your right.

“Put Y/n’s training on hold and postpone the trials. We will keep her in the temple to watch over her and when the baby comes, I think it would be wise to look into training them.” Ki-Adi offered swiftly to muttered agreements.

With a tap of his staff, Yoda called the room to him. “A wise decision that is, Master Mundi. Watch her closely, you must. Now,” He focused on you, eyes penetrating your defenses till his gaze seared into you, “fetch Master Qui-Gon Jinn, young padawan, know something of this occurrence, he might.” You dipped your head to bid the council farewell before skirting away from them. As you fled the meeting area, one thought remained. Where are you, Maul?

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Maul was being a nuisance. You had gone into the cargo hold in search of more ration bars and thought that he had still been asleep. You were correct, he was still in the same place you had left him last night. Or he had been until Savage came stomping in after you and woke him up. Now, he was acting like a feral tooka; hissing and spitting at Savage while you, once again, trapped behind him. Savage had backed off with his hands up to show surrender but Maul hadn’t relented and you were rather fed up with it. “Savage, go get me a damp cloth, I’ll try to calm him down.” You ordered whilst nodding your head to Maul. Savage was eager to help calm his brother and so, swiftly backed out.

Meanwhile, you worked to soothe Maul once more, delicately coaxing him to lay down with his torso across your lap. Gentle purrs rumbled in his chest while you worked your hand into the perpetually tense muscles in his back. Savage entered once more, quietly this time, and handed the cloth he had gotten to you. You used the rag to dab at the junctures of Maul’s body. You hoped the motion would be soothing. His fever had broken sometime during the night but you were still trying to ensure he was kept comfortable for the remainder of the journey.

Before the silence could persist for much longer, Savage broke it as he leaned on some stacked crates across from you. “Did Wild mention the tattoos to you?”

Looking away from Maul and to the door to the hold, you made sure the three of you were alone. “Yes, he told me he had been talking to you about Dathomir and the Nightbrothers.” You brought your gaze back to Savage who seemed a little hesitant to continue talking.

“Did...did he tell you why?” You shook your head. Savage sighed heavily and slid down to be seated. “I’m afraid Wild suspects we are hiding something from him.”

“I knew he’d start to.” You muttered under your breath, subconsciously gripping the cloth tighter. “Did he say anything?”

Savage shook his head, “No, but he was asking a lot of questions regarding Maul. I answered as many as I could.”

“Wild’s always been perceptive, I knew we couldn’t hide this forever. But, did he tell you why he wanted more? He told me you had offered to help him.”

The yellow zabrak groaned, pulling one knee up to use as an armrest as he averted his gaze to Maul who had taken to playing with your free hand. “All he said was that he could feel something coming, something monumental.”

Your brows furrowed. That was...news. Why hadn’t he talked to you about this? Probably because you’ve been keeping secrets from him, you lying piece of-

The door suddenly slid open to reveal the boy of the hour. His...cold saffron eyes zeroed in on Maul before flicking away to Savage and then yourself. His face was stiff. “We’re approaching Dathomir, I took the liberty of starting landing procedures.” His voice was clipped and serious, more than it normally was. With one last glare at Maul, he turned and stalked towards the cockpit.

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inyournightmares97 · 6 years

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SugarDaddy!au Mark

You had never imagined that this would happen.

Mark Tuan had been nothing to you throughout your childhood, except your older brother’s handsome friend. You habitually caught glimpses of him when he came by to pick up your brother, and had peeked at his fancy car and expensive clothes. You even blushed whenever his intense gaze chanced your way. You had often wondered why someone as rich and handsome as Mark even hung out with your brother; but as you grew older, their friendship never wavered.

“I would trust Mark with my life,” your brother told you abruptly one evening. The two of you had grown up without parents, and had struggled throughout your teenage years. You were proud of your brother for managing to take care of both you, despite the unfortunate circumstances you’d been placed in.

“I never asked how much you trusted Mark,” you muttered with a roll of your eyes. “Why would I care about your friends?”

“Because I’m going abroad. And I’m trusting him to take care of you.”

Your brother had gotten an offer to go abroad; something he simply couldn’t turn down because there was too much money at stake. He promised you that he would earn as much as he could in a few years and return home. Personally, you were terrified. You had recently started a job as a receptionist at a large company, so you were making some money of your own. But you’d never lived without your brother before. He assured you that Mark would be there for you, that he would come if you needed anything. But you weren’t so sure. You could barely look the man in the eye without blushing madly, how could you rely on him?

But you couldn’t tell your brother that. So you smiled calmly and saw him off at the airport. Mark came to see your brother off as well; once he was gone, he turned and gave you a soft smile. “You know you can call me if you need anything, right? Your brother is like my family.”

You saved his phone number politely, almost positive that you would never use it.

Except that you did.

Things at your workplace started going downhill fast. There was a particular manager who’d had his eye on you and his groping and lewd comments had grown increasingly intolerable until you finally decided to complain to HR. Except HR didn’t give a damn. They created a huge issue out of your complaint and things went badly for a few days until you finally got fired for making ’false’ accusations of sexual harrasment. You had lost your temper when the manager gave you a sly smirk so you’d reached out and twisted his nipple painfully to compensate for the many times he tried to grope your breasts.

So, yes.

The first phone call you made to Mark Tuan was from a prison cell.

Personally, you were terrified. Mark had always been a little scary because he never talked much. You were positive that he was going to be furious at you for creating a ruckus at work and making him drive down to the police station. But Mark bailed you out calmly and without blinking an eyelid. When you finally came out of the prison cell, he wrapped his arms around you and gently rubbed your back.

“Are you okay?” he asked you softly.

You nodded, unable to speak. You had no idea what to do with yourself. You’d lost your job, you could no longer afford to pay rent and now you had an assault case against you. Before you could speak, Mark answered for you.

“We’re going to drive down to your place and get your stuff. Stay with me for a while. I’ll handle all of this.”

You were shocked by how easily Mark welcomed you into his home, how he dealt with the police smoothly and used his influence to get the case against you dropped. You had never bothered to ask what Mark did for a living earlier; but now you learned that he had inherited his father’s business. Mark worked long hours and rarely complained. The longer you stayed in his home, the more you learned that he was extremely lonely and didn’t socialize with other people well. Your brother had been one of his few friends. Mark spent most evenings in front of the television and watching the most absurd soap operas with a glass of wine.

“After listening to people talk about market values and estimations and crunch numbers all day, it feels better to watch something mind-numbingly stupid,” he admitted to you with a smile, as you both watched one of the soap opera villians attempt to fudge the results of a paternity test.

Your idealized version of the rich, handsome brother’s best friend Mark slowly faded away. You came to understand that he was a human being too. He had extreme sides to him; he was either suggesting that you both go out skydiving or windsurfing, else he stayed in bed all day and refused to get out except to eat. He developed this odd habit of buying something extremely expensive for you whenever he had a bad day at work. It was a designer handbag the first time. The second time, it was a lipstick imported from France. The gifts made you uncomfortable and you didn’t know what to do with them.

“Mark, you honestly shouldn’t do this. I’m intruding on your hospitality enough by staying here and mooching off you when I don’t have a job…”

“It makes me feel better to see you happy,” he admitted quietly. He gave you a gentle smile. “You can ask for whatever you want. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

You weren’t an idiot. You knew that whatever had developed between you and Mark was not a healthy friendship; nor did it resemble a sibling relationship in any way. But it wasn’t until the night he came home slightly drunk from an office party that you both officially crossed the line.

“I hate work,” he admitted to you, his words slightly slurred as he struggled to drunkenly take off his shoes. “I hate everyone there. The only person I want to see in the whole day is you. I want to see you happy. I want to see your beautiful smile. That’s all.”

You froze, heartbeat thudding as Mark walked over to you. His hands grasped your shoulders and he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. You had never been kissed in such an adoring manner and you wondered if your heart would explode. “I don’t feel as lonely when you’re around,” he told you, his voice cracking.

Once you both fell into bed together, there was no stopping it. Mark was an excellent lover and you loved how he worshipped every part of you and made sure you were pleasured. There were moments when he dominated you slightly; but it only excited you more. Before you realized it, you were sleeping in his bed every night and he was bringing you more gifts. He bought you clothes, took you to fancy restaurants and on weekend tripa to resorts. You were gliding on the high of luxury until one of your friends saw your designer handbag and knocked you back down to earth.

“Boyfriend?” she asked with a scoff. “Darling, you’ve got yourself a sugar daddy.”

You were quick to refute. “No, no, it’s not like-”

“Like what? You don’t have a job or any financial stability of your own. He’s lonely and miserable so he buys you stuff and you sleep with him. You’re telling me you guys are dating?”

You felt nauseous. Was this what you were doing? You had been enjoying Mark’s attentions and pampering so much that you didn’t stop to think about it. Did you even really like him? Or were you only doing this because he was taking care of you?

Either way, it needed to stop.

“I’m going to bed early,” you told Mark that night as he tried to put his arms around you and kiss you. He blinked at you calmly. You never turned him down.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine. I just… I realized that I can’t live here forever. I can’t rely on you like this forever. I have a couple of job interviews in the morning. I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

Mark frowned at you. “I told you, you can stay here as long as you want. Your brother is-”

“My brother,” you replied carefully, “probably didn’t intend this when he asked you to take care of me.”

Mark’s eyes widened briefly. You saw a hint of panic in them before his expression suddenly went soft and he turned away from you. “You can do whatever you want,” he told you gently. “I just want you to be happy.”

It wasn’t as easy as that. Finding a job was hard, especially considering the undignified manner in which you’d had to leave your last job. No employer looked happy when you told them about what had happened there. There was only one place that called you back for another interview; but even they turned you down in the end.

“One of your references didn’t check out,” they told you simply.

You waited for Mark to come home, sitting stiffly on the sofa in his luxurious apartment. He smiled lightly at you as he entered and toom off his shoes. “Hey,” he greeted you lightly. “How did that job interview go?”

“Not well,” you replied stiffly. “And I think you know why.”

He paused. “What?”

“Apparently one of my references didn’t check out. You get one guess as to which one.”

Mark was silent. You watched as he quietly placed his bag on the couch and then sat down on it. When he looked up, he seemed torn.

“Are you leaving?” he asked you softly.

You stared at him. “What?”

He let out a small, humorless laugh. “I knew I was making a mistake from the beginning. I shouldn’t have let this happen. I should have told you about my feelings from the start. But I was afraid that you would reject me and it turned into… this.”

You blinked at him. “So you did sabotage my references?”

“I was afraid that you would leave me. If you got a job and your own apartment, you wouldn’t need me anymore. I don’t want to lose you,” he explained. He gave you an apologetic smile. “But this is a pretty pathetic way to keep someone around, huh? I’m sorry.”

You felt your throat close up. “I wasn’t going to leave you. I just… didn’t want our relationship to be about you providing for me.”

He looked up at you sharply. “I thought you were happy.”

“I am happy with you. But I want to be financially independent, I don’t want to feel like I’m using you for your money. I don’t want to taint what we have. I need this to be a balanced relationship.”

He only nodded.

“I love you,” he told you softly.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, the both of you clutching onto each other. Mark meant so much to you; you couldn’t imagine losing him.

“I love you too,” you admitted to him.

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A/N: I’m SO sorry this didn’t turn out well. I thought I could write a sugardaddy!au but I just couldn’t do it. Financial independence for women is something that’s very important to me. I think when a woman doesn’t have the ability to provide for herself and relies on a man to do it, she puts herself in a very vulnerable position.

Not just women but to everyone: it’s not romantic to financially rely on your partner. Have your own job and steady income. It gives you the respect in a relationship and gives you the independence to exit a bad relationship without being forced to stay in it because you have no other way to provide for yourself.

#got7 #got7 drabbles #mark #got7 scenarios #mark tuan

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