#maul x sith apprentice

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The Gift (Darth Maul x You)

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

Words: 5,072

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Master….I….I’m going to–”

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on and cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

Could you be any more perfect?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could get used to this.

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[facelesswoman666]

What’s Bad is so Good!

summary: The Lords of the Sith catch you masturbating✨

Smut 18+ minors DNI please.

These are all one shots, no plot just pure smut. you’re welcome bitches xo

otherwise enjoy! and please comment if or what you would like to see again.

Degradation warning ❗️ and the men being cocky as per usual 👏

GIF NOT MINE!

Maul

One knees was raised, and the other lay flatly on the mattress, beaded with lustful sweat. Her fingers caressed herself, down her skin and trailed gently over the curve of her hips and dip of her pelvis. She slid those two fingers, wet tipped by saliva down to her clit, circling gently, hungrily, as though a wanton woman were touching her body for her. This was not her, this was his doing, yet he watched her. Dark amber eyes, ringed with crimson that bore into her body, her skin. He longed to touch her, though he never expressed it, it made him hard. Pathetically hard “What is this my apprentice” he interrogated, clawed hands sliding over the walls of her room. The girl never froze, faltered or showed any sign of meekness, she pumped two soaked fingers in and out of herself whilst staring him dead in the eye. “Can’t speak” he tittered, smirking at the edges of his lips, reaching a finger down to stroke her smooth legs “Let me taste you, and i will render you more speechless than you appear to be presently my apprentice” The moan caught in her throat, what did he think he was offering.

Kylo

He had caught her, funny thing isn’t it, the inability to keep her fingers out of her lovely cotton panties. She was stretched, lying languidly on the table where he met with the commanders of the First order navy and militia. Whore. Her fingers weren’t visible to him but it was simple to hear that they were stolen away inside her, the wet squelching of them the least irritating thing about the whole situation. Ren had to deal with this, and quickly “You are a lady of the sith, not a whore” his modulated voice consumed the space in a minute, she giggled, intoxicated on vibrant lust and burning with internal desire. He stepped closer, fingers grazing her foot at the edge of the obsidian table and one swift movement dragged her down to meet his steel visor “if you wish to be a whore, then i would take great pleasure in filling your mouth and cleansing that dirty tongue” He pressed his hands to her hips and swivelled her round so that her face could hand off the edge and began rubbing his clothed self roughly against her mouth.

Darth Talon x masc!reader

The reinforced leather collided with his cheek, all left behind was a reddened slap mark across the left side of his face “Pathetic boy, toying with your parts while i am training to fight to protect you” she spat, leaving lines of milky white spittle near your eye. Her accent was silk to his ears, she had never been a native of ryloth but her accent carried through. She lifted her leg so that her thigh was level with his eyes and her other leg left standing on the black stone floor, she wore nothing but tight leather panties that draped leather from either side down to her ankles, she was mostly exposed “is this what you want?” she taunted, pulling her panties to the side in a slow seductive movement to reveal her pussy. He nearly salivated, in a whispering plea he begged her to let him taste it, fuck it, deeply and slowly. She turned away “learn to control yourself before you fuck the most wanted woman in the galaxy my apprentice” she stripped the leather drapery from her panties and her rounded red cheeks showed, black with tribal tattoos. She strode from the room and left him hungry, left his cock exposed and dripping with pre cum but she stayed, leaning against the door, teasing her nipples and pressing her breasts together as a small show. Her smirk faded as her footsteps receded down the hallway.

Vader

The girl was in complete silence, she hadn’t uttered a word since she decided to smuggle her way into Lord Vader’s personal TIE advanced fighter, after all being the head engineer on the specialised project aided in missions of this specific danger level. Oh gods, what had she gotten herself into, but there it was, his glove, his strong leather glove that smelt of amber and a clean smokey musk. She grasped it in her fingers, inhaled a strong breath and felt pleasure wrack her senses. Her spit soaked fingers trailed down her black wool tunic and into her pants, rubbing feverishly with pleasured panic, smelling every breath of him. She lay back and allowed herself to begin to look upon stars. “What are you doing in my ship?” a voice whispered in her ear, the tone so deliciously low, she uttered an unintelligible sentence, more or less a moan. He scooped up the stranger and pressed her ass to his lap, tipping her head back against his shoulder “let me take that from you, and let me see what is underneath this plain uniform” Lord Vader tore the trousers from her legs with ease, smiling under his mask, he had never been so satisfied with a finding. He pushed her knees back against his shoulders and one leather clad finger into her at a steady pace. Her pleasure became increasingly apparent as he fucked her with one finger “you are lucky i was merciful on you, sweet thing” She had not yet realised this reality was not a dream nor a vision.

#star wars x reader #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction #darth vader x reader #darth maul x reader #kylo ren x reader #darth talon

[ivorydragoness44]

Her Universe Star Wars Darth Maul Coin Purse

"Her Universe Star Wars Darth Maul Coin Purse

Take on the role of Sith apprentice with this Star Wars coin purse! Featuring a stylized design of Darth Maul's face, plus applique detailing for his horns. "Welcome to the dark side" is printed on the back. Comes with stud accents on the trim and an attached chain.

Please note: Mini backpack sold separately.

4'' x 1'' x 4''

Polyurethane

Attached chain

Imported "

I can't 🤣 He looks sooo done.

#darth maul #star wars #darth maul merch #star wars merch #maul #just thought i'd share #That font reminds me of something but I don't know what #Brandi rambles #hot topic

[the-chains-are-the-easy-part]

Chains' Art Masterlist

It's about time I made an Art Masterlist.

Darth Maul:

Leia as Maul's apprentice

My church offers no absolutes

Time does not heal

Jewelry

Eyes

Maul bassist AU

Maul bassist AU 2

Punk Maul AU moshing

Tattoo Study NSFW

Tattoo Study 2 NSFW

Fan art of Maul and Zaiya inspired by "A Prince of Dathomir" for @kimageddon

Fan art NSFW inspired by "By The Light of The Second Moon" for @eloquentmoon

Maulsoka Fan art inspired by "The Stars Are Dark" for @lordfarquuuad

Fan art inspired by "The Stars Are Dark"

Modern AU Fan art inspired by "Dibs" for @maulslittlemeowmeow

Star Wars:

Kilindi

Sith OC

Anakin

Wet Tee Championship - Kit Fisto

Wet Tee Championship - Maul (featuring in the post @amorfista amazing fanart)

Darth Vader - BLOOD my entry for @02png DTIYS

Zaiya Valessa - birthday gift for @kimageddon

You Lack Conviction Anakin sketch

CC Art Challenge made by me and @eyecandyeoz

Rehearsal

Backstage

Groupies

Bruises

Chains’ Art Commissions

ZaeedxOC!Shepard NSFW Commission for lovely

Heinrich x Jaylen Pryce NSFW Starfield commission for lovely @x3no9

Darth Maul x Ayane Arinori Cover Art for “Stardust Made To Shine” made for lovey @stardustbee

Yscallin Sunset Cover Art for “The Stars Are Dark” by amazing @lordfarquuuad

#chains art masterlist #art masterlist #chains art #cc art challenge

[irenadel]

Fear Leads the Way ch. 2

Darth Maul x Reader, Darth Maul and Savage Opress and Reader, eventual pseudo-threesome, this is a cuddling threesome for the time being, I promise we'll get some smut back next chapter, I just really like cuddling too, female reader btw.. because otherwise we wouldn't have them traumas to play with, thank you fucked up Dathomir!

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

So it had come to this, once he had decided you were a non-negotiable commodity, Maul had instructed your things to be moved to his quarters where you were confronted with one smugly pleased zabrak and the other balefully glaring at you, standing guard as he had been instructed to. Maul had neglected to inform you these were THEIR quarters and avoid him though you always did, you were still perfectly aware that if it were up to Lord Savage, you would have already been thrown out of the airlock.

And Maul couldn’t understand your trepidations, the thin line of your pursed lips or your utter refusal to lay a finger on him while his brother watched his back. You’d had nothing to complain about, he had informed a still disapproving Savage. He had been gracious to you, generous even. There had been no chains or restraints placed on you, the moment he had decided to allow you to touch him. There had been no silken black robes and artful application of red and black makeup in honor of Maul’s own tattoos. Certainly, Darth Sidious would have demanded all of that and more, charged you his due in blood as much as in humiliation.

He’d seen it happen and decided long ago, he did not find it appetizing.

He could do without carnal pleasure, without his master’s occasional taste for a woman’s horror, he’d decided back then. After that, the rest had been decided for him. To do without anything else: food and rest and relief from pain. Other things he had not even known the value of… Kilindi, Eogan, Lorn Pavan… even such a creatures as the padawan Eldra Kaitis. He was no longer his master’s pathetic apprentice, sniffling after wisdom, beholden to his missions and rules. He was a Sith, master to an apprentice of his very own, and though he could do without, he would no longer stoop to it.

But you’d laid your things on the floor and proceeded to sleep there in defiance of Maul’s explicit orders. You talked to him only for maintenance’s sake and ignored any veiled threats meant to disabuse you of the notion that you had any say in this arrangement. You did not touch his bare skin anymore and addressed him solely as “Lord Maul” as coldly and stiffly as you had that very first time you’d seen him, futilely trying to hide your terror from him. You weren’t that much more successful at hiding your resentment.

Maul should have taken you by the throat, dangled you over the speeder lanes of Sundari, taught you fear if you could not manage respect. Certainly Sidious would’ve etched the lesson somewhere permanently on your body… Maul had plenty of reminders himself. But he’d found the idea oddly repulsive. Larval. Pathetic.

After all, robbery just did not work with you. Forced greetings landed hollow. The furtive brush of his fingers through your hair felt like sandpaper and even the sweet scent of your skin stank of too little time in the communal showers and too much fear. You obeyed his barked orders to the letter, no more no less, and Maul found himself choking on the humiliation of further pleas, touch me, kiss me, come closer… He would not stoop to that either. 

So it had come to this. This stalemate. This failure of strategy that Maul was loath to accept or accommodate. Because though, Darth Maul had known he could do without, had done so a thousand times, had survived death, had survived Sidious, gone without food and rest and relief from pain, he found himself, in this one way, as loath to stoop as to do without your eager willingness.

***

If Savage had breathed a sigh of relief at your rebellion then he had also fretted at his brother’s temper, shorter and more volatile than ever before. He did not know what strange manipulation you were attempting and he was sure your stony silences in the face of Maul’s cold fury were nothing more than a cheap ploy. It was so transparently obvious that Maul’s increasingly threatening anecdotes of what had happened to the disobedient slaves of past Sith were merely that, empty threats. So much that Savage was sure even you could sniff out his brother’s mounting desperation.

He’d seen it play out in Dathomir, whenever Nightbrothers stupid enough to believe they could court favor that way had eagerly participated in the games. He’d seen young brothers puff up, full of pride and painful confidence in their combat prowess. Full of the same purposeful, grimly determined fury that had always characterized Maul. Like that could elevate them, protect them against every Nightbrother’s eventual fate. It was a fool’s errand, an illusion of control, and he would be damned if he saw his brother fall for it.

He would be damned if he let you lead him there.

He thinks to dump you in the trash compactor. He carefully plans to gather you up in a spare bedsheet and throw you into the ion engine. He considers simple murder, beheading or one huge hand wrapped around your neck, a single tug of your thin little neck and your body crumpled on the floor to trouble him and Maul no more. But it is too much like his nightmares to go through with it. He doesn’t want to see your face when you die, because it reflects back Maul’s too much, hungry like the magic mirrors in the Nightsister stories he’d heard told sometimes… And Maul’s face still reminds him too much of Feral’s.

Savage waits until you are both asleep. He imagines it in detail, one hand to cover your mouth and hold your face away from his, metal arm to hold your struggling little body. Maul is right. You are no warrior and no Nightsister for all the power you seem to hold over his brother. It is alright to protect him from you. There are no rituals to bind you together, no magic to safeguard you, no tradition to uphold whatever cruelty you have in store for his brother. It will be nothing to kill you, to make you disappear, to keep him safe… at least from you.

He thinks of Maul’s face, it too reflecting yours when you aren’t looking, furiously refusing to acknowledge him even as he lets you tinker with the screws of his cybernetic legs. The two of you, not looking at each other but talking in a language incomprehensibly full of nuts and bolts and batteries and circuits. The language Maul speaks to Savage whenever he too adjusts the metal of his brother’s prosthetic arm, the one thing he does gently, because it’s done to Savage. Maul, ruthless when wrestling his own hydraulics into submission, always careful with his brother’s. Too often angry at his warrior’s body, divested, Savage had thought, of any vulnerability because a Nightsister could not use it.

Maul, who looks too much like Feral when his face softens, not in sleep because even asleep Savage has seen him keep on fighting. It isn’t asleep that he’s seen his face give up the set of his scowl.

He does gather you up in the spare bedsheet you’d dragged to their quarters. But it’s on Maul’s bed that he dumps you, with a shriek like a lothcat’s and your useless, weak little limbs flailing about. You are no warrior and no Nightsister and if you hurt his brother, Savage will look into your eyes as he kills you. He holds an impossible breath as he waits for you to hurt him (hopes you won’t) (fears you already have), staring impassively at Maul’s outraged face and your own bewildered one emerging from the sheets. There is a moment like a heartbeat, brief and pulsating, where you all stare at each other. Savage does not know what you yourself see, Maul’s fury, his own grim determination, or something else. But you gape at him for that single moment and then begin to laugh.

You must be mad as a Nightsister after all.

He has no time to reconsider his initial plan to dispose of you though, because, still laughing, you turn your back to Savage and make yourself as comfortable as you can in Lord Maul’s strangely comfortless bed. No silken bed sheets for this crime lord, you think with a pang, no exotic liquors or rare meats, no precious metals draped over perfumed bodies. Just you and his monstrously protective brother on a bare mattress. He had not ordered you to suck a cock he still refused to consider building for himself, as if that would be too much luxury for this life so bare of pleasures. He’d demanded you sleep in his quarters and been wroth when you would not do it besides him… but done nothing else but rage about it. Lord Maul of the Shadow Collective, who had asked you to touch his back and gone to pieces when you did.

So you did it again now, quick before you lost your nerve, your own back turned to Lord Savage who you still did not know for sure would not run you through with his lightsaber. You snaked your arms around Maul’s body and pressed your face against his clothed back, still in awe that he let you. He did not make the same strained noise he had your first time around, but you could feel his whole body tense under yours and his hands snap close around your own, like a trap, crushing them with an intensity and a strength that should have been terrifying but were somehow comforting.

“You are mine,” he hissed menacingly against the hands he held vice-like tight in his own, having brought them to his face in reverence. You are mine. An order. A warning. A prayer you heard and answered.

“I am yours,” you reassured him, not knowing why it was easy now, why the looming bulk of his brother behind you was an intimation of safety instead of danger now.

Perhaps because it had all been so different from your worst fears. So surreally unlike anything your overworked caution could have conjured up. Because Savage had never laid a hand on you except to dump you, unceremoniously, on his unsuspecting brother. Because Maul had done nothing but hiss threats he never carried out. Because you had nowhere to go if you were honest, no home to run to and the brothers’ room was bare and empty of luxury except each other. You may have had nothing, but in this, you could afford to be generous, even as you felt the bulk of Savage leave the bed.

“You can stay,” you said, quick again, before you lost your nerve, and you felt the tension like a live wire laid all across the room, like the moment before you realized you’d made a mistake when laying out the nerve arrays and were about to find out the hard way.

No one moved for a long time. You couldn’t know if you’d made a mistake and Savage hadn’t known how much he wanted this until he settled back in, not quite laying down, not quite relaxing, watching his brother’s body tense up as he sat down on the bed. There was that current still between the three of you, one brother on each side of you, each of them so horrifyingly powerful, so absolutely in control of what little remained of your life, that it would have been easy to ignore this tension even though it echoed all around you, like the all-encompassing groaning of a starship’s bridge about to collapse. Ignore it just like you had ignored every other uncontrollable danger in your life.

It would have been easier to try to sneak under this catastrophe in the making. Let them figure it out themselves. But it’s not in you to leave work half-done. 

So you exchange places with Maul, as nonchalantly as you can, counting on surprise to forestall the weeks of black tempers and veiled violence, the months of fear and your remaining wariness for both brothers. You do it because it feels right and you can still afford to be generous. 

The tension pops like a bubble.

You have no Nightsister magic, you do not feel the thrum of the Force through every living being in this ship. You know nothing of every Nightbrother’s fear or of the wild longing one small boy had to quench in himself a long time ago, in another lifetime. You just know that when you encounter a barrier when running a circuit you remove it and so you have. And you know you did right when Savage settles himself besides his brother’s body, when Maul lets out a breath he had not realized he was holding. The first time they’ve laid besides each other since they faced down death in a freezing escape pod. A luxury not theirs even when Maul had been mad with pain and so fragile all Savage could think of was holding him close, the way he had held Feral close whenever he had a fever or a belly ache when he was a boy. A luxury only death’s door could purchase.

Death’s door and now you.

They do not sleep, though Savage hears your breathing settle in, no witch still for all your magic, because a witch would not have slept so easily. They do not sleep because there is no rest in sleep for either of them, no rest where Sidious or Feral await them. There is rest here, in each other’s even, soft breathing, in the warmth of each other’s bodies. 

There is rest for Savage in his brother’s body, in the certainty of his safety and the quiet of his acquiesce to kindness and comfort. He no longer had to fight Maul to love him, at least not alone.

Your body is so good and soft behind Maul it makes him grit his teeth and Savage’s before him, what he had never thought he could have or deserve, or let go once he’d possessed it, solid and protective, a bulwark against the world. He wants it all, would have hidden it away as wildly covetous as when he was eight and trying to survive, not yet knowing the price of touch and comfort, not yet knowing there’s no use in hiding anything because Sidious will always find it, hold it over him, make him pay for each moment of hope. Maul would have stolen you away, both of you, brother and girl he will not name concubine for fear of invoking their fate, except there is no need. His cup overflows. And he’s almost afraid that he will never know how to do with as much as he has known how to do without. Recklessly, shamelessly, no plan in place, with the thoughtless confidence of his life before Kenobi, he throws one arm around Savage, settles the other over yours, wrapped around his waist and lets himself luxuriate in this strange abundance of touch. There is rest here for Maul, in giving up the fight against desire, against greed, against the freedom of wanting it all and never again having to do without.

#darth maul x reader #darth maul x you #savage opress #darth maul fanfiction #savage opress x reader #if you squint #I'm fighting all that lovely trauma Talzin and Ventress left so be patient #we'll get there! #female reader #relevant on account of Nightsister-shaped trauma #fear leads the way

[marivenah]

Of The Abyss

Pairing: Maul x Shireen Oqir (f!OC)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Depictions Of Violence

Summary: Something unknown has been calling Maul through the Force. The young apprentice is eager to find the source and put an end to the distraction of the voice.

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Chapter 1 - The Veil

The Outer Rim has always been a vast place of uncertainty. A region the galaxy’s biggest scum call home. Countless criminals — smugglers, slavers and pirates. The latter of which Maul spotted in the system when he arrived. Thanks to the cloaking device of the Scimitar, they hadn’t noticed him. The presence of pirates came as a surprise as there is nothing of interest in this system. Not for them, at least.

At first, the voice had only ever appeared within his dreams. Calling? It is always inaudible, undiscernible. Dreams of the forgotten voices of the Sith? It didn’t matter then, dreams can be deceiving. Until he heard it again one night, in a fully awake state.

The Sith apprentice had just paid his master a visit on Coruscant, growing more impatient for revenge with every new meeting. We shall not reveal ourselves to the Jedi yet. To gain power, one must garner strength first. So, his master tasked Maul to find that strength by indulging in his bloodlust. However, he was not satiated, the hunger still lingering deep within.

It was then on Coruscant when he heard it. Still unable to make out what it was saying, yet, in a way, the young assassin felt drawn to it. As if it was calling for him. Pleading him to find it.

And it led him all the way to this planet.

With heavy footsteps, Maul wades through the soft, deep snow on a deserted planet somewhere in the Outer Rim. Snow was falling when he entered the atmosphere. Once he landed, it had already turned into a storm. The raging snowstorm has gotten even worse after he stepped outside of his ship. It might have been able to protect him from the snow, but it appears the voice itself is weakened by the heavy weather, as he couldn’t hear it in the Scimitar.

For that brief moment his mind was filled with silence, and, for the first time, he contemplated the decisions that led him to this point. Was the Force playing tricks on him? Fooling his mind for undefined reasons? Perhaps it was his master’s doing, testing his apprentice for his determination.

As soon as Maul set foot outside the Scimitar, the voice was back, all but a whisper. It had never been very prominent before — faint yet powerful enough to reach him all the way up on Coruscant.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been searching for the source. What feels like hours must’ve been only a few minutes in the cold. He considered sending out his Sith probe droids but what would they be looking for? Maul himself doesn’t even know what is waiting for him to be found.

He comes to a halt as soon as the call is getting louder, minimal but it seems to notice that he’s getting closer. One turn to the right and after a few more steps Maul finds himself standing in front of a subsidence.

From his position he spots something halfway buried in the snow, awfully close to a hole in the ground. It reveals the blue stone underneath the snow. By closer inspection of the object, it appears to be a ship. Out of the parts that are still visible, it seems to be a Kom’rk-class fighter with a certain symbol drawn onto it. Unusually far from the Mandalore sector.

From what he can tell, the planet has no noteworthy qualities — the living conditions are non-existent, and the climate makes it useless for mining. It’s highly unlikely the Mandalorians came to this place on purpose. Their ship must’ve crashed. And yet it wasn’t a distress signal that called him here — it was the Force. Maybe the ship had been stolen. A Jedi who fought the gun-slinging warriors and took their ship?

At the mere thought of the Jedi, his muscles tense up. His body temperature rising so high it could have melted the snow under his boots. The pure hatred the Sith apprentice feels for them only fuels him to continue his way to the ship. If it actually is a Jedi, they would be a fool to call a Sith for help, even if unintentional. It will be their last mistake.

Before reaching the Starfighter, Maul steps on something solid, making it crack on impact. He stops in his tracks and lifts his foot slightly, taking a step back. He uses the same foot to brush the snow aside. Buried underneath is a pile of bones. At the end of it — the skull of a Nikto.

Was this the pilot of the ship? It is highly unlikely that the planet inhabits any lifeforms, especially the Kajain’sa’Nikto, who are native to desert climates. So, the cold must’ve been the death of this one. But why leave the ship in the first place? Granted, it seems to be non-functional, but what were they hoping to find out here? Additionally, a single one of them would never be able to take a Gauntlet Starfighter from a Mandalorian.

Perhaps the pirates in this system are looking for missing members.

The whistling of the snowstorm isn’t as loud as it was before, as this location is shielded by the surrounding stone, but still howling through the silence of this planet.

Something stirs within Maul when he notices that it’s not as silent as it should be. He senses a presence, though not from inside the ship.

He slowly turns around, scanning the area for any sign of life. Due to the snowfall, it’s hard to make out anything other than the contrasting blue walls of stone, forcing him to squint his eyes. What he spots are several other piles scattered across the ground. Without doubt more bones — the rest of the crew, but the opposite of what he’s looking for.

The feeling of the presence is getting clearer. It’s closing in on him. As Maul turns to look at what’s approaching him, he swiftly moves out of the way. His opponent misses the attack and lands several meters away from him. Its feet slide over the ground, pushing it even farther. After it regains its footing, it roars at him — hoarse and strained, baring its sharp teeth. Then it leaps into movement, sprinting at him in a zigzag pattern.

Maul gets a hold of his spear. He swings it at the incoming creature, which brakes sharply and avoids the attack by taking a step back. He swings again, from right to left and it dodges by quickly ducking its head. It then aims to bite at his legs. He jumps out of the way, making the animal close its mouth around air. It hisses at him.

The creature continues to rapidly bite at him, alternately targeting his legs, arms and head. Maul jumps, crouches and swerves to avoid the attacks. Every step that gets him closer to the ship, his opponent moves between him and said object, pushing him back again. The creature has the agility to do more damage but refuses to leave its general position.

When Maul finds the chance to strike the animal, it does nothing. His spear scratches at the scales but no cut appears. Then his opponent hastily spins around. He evades the attack of the spiked tail by doing a backward somersault. He lands a few meters away from his attacker.

Instead of lunging at him again, the creature stays at a distance but remains cautious, nonetheless. It starts circling Maul, slowing down once it’s in front of the ship.

In this position, he gets a better look at the creature. It seems to be a kind of quadrupedal reptilian he cannot name. The scales are a mix of warm shades of yellow and orange. There is something resting around its neck, most likely frills that it hasn’t presented yet. Due to — at least from what he can examine — them protecting the softer and vulnerable belly. Another desert inhabitant stranded on this ice planet. And perhaps a more plausible explanation for the demise of the Nikto and their fellow crew members.

Despite its size advantage, it fully relies on agility instead of brute force, opting only for quick attacks so far. Though, this one doesn’t even reach half the size of a Rathtar and Maul has slain several of those before. If he can injure the legs, he should be able to slow it down, giving him the opportunity to reach the more vulnerable parts of its body.

As soon as it stops prowling, the animal straightens its posture, trying to seem even bigger than it already is. In this short-lived moment of abeyance, Maul is able to sense something within his opponent — despite never forming a connection with animals before — though it isn’t furious anger as one would expect from a feral creature, but instead uneasiness.

Maul keeps his feet steady on the cold ground. His gloves creak from the tight grip around the spear. He then takes the opportunity to strike first. As expected, it tries to dodge the attack, so he spins the spear around and whacks it into the creature’s head, making it stumble back a few steps, slowly moving away from the ship.

Now its belly and legs are exposed, so the Sith apprentice stabs his spear into the chest plates of the animal. They are unexpectantly resistant, the wound doesn’t go very deep. In fact, it seems like it barely made an impact. One small screech and it whips its tail at his legs. He easily jumps over it. While still partly in the air, the creature pushes its whole weight against Maul. He stumbles slightly but regains his footing fairly quickly. It results in the spear getting shoved in a little deeper.

To help it get further, he places his hand right before the blade starts and puts pressure on it. The reptile bites into the handle of the weapon and frantically pushes and pulls until it escapes the wound.

Neither of them lets go of the weapon, so it turns into a constant back and forth between them. Maul uses enough strength to fully pull the creature away from the ship.

Visibly angered by his resistance, it quickly rises to stand on its hind legs and uses all its brute force to push the Zabrak to the ground.

It leans its whole weight on both his arms, pressing Maul deep into the snow. Then, it gets full hold of the spear and throws it into the direction of the hole. The weapon is gone.

While Maul can’t move his arms to reach for his lightsaber, his legs are free to move. Before the creature turns its full attention back to him, he kicks up into the wound. It winces at the impact, removing some of the weight. He kicks it again, this time into its lower jaw.

Eventually, it releases him fully, stumbling away as the hits to its head seem to have disoriented it.

Maul jumps back onto his feet in one swift movement. Before the reptile can fully recover, he whips out his hand and sends it flying into the rocky wall behind it. Snow falls from the top of the cliff and buries the creature underneath.

Whether it actually had an effect, the creature doesn’t let it show — shaking the snow off as it re-emerges from it.

Maul awaits the next move, his hand moving to his lightsaber. But it doesn’t come. The animal still in its place, as if frozen by the snowstorm. It snarls at him, and then, for the first time, spreads its neck frills — most likely a threat — and screeches, the sound shrill and vibrating. Then it vanishes. Washing away like a holo that was turned off.

It’s not actually gone, he can still feel its presence. The intensity of its rage and determination to win the fight. And it’s drawing closer.

Seeing as there are no other lifeforms present to witness Maul’s next move, he pulls out his lightsaber, ignites one side, and strikes upwards.

The creature cries out in pain, taking a step back as it reappears right in front of its opponent. Its right front leg now graced with a cauterized cut. It tries to stand on it, but the wound doesn’t allow for any pressure. So, it limps away from him, taking small steps on only three legs. Though, even now that it’s injured, it doesn’t leave the area.

This gives Maul the perfect opportunity to strike the creature down. It keeps its distance but stays close enough for him to look into its yellow eyes. He notices its view is resting on the red light of his saber. Then they move upwards, creating direct eye contact for the first time. Sharp breaths shoot out of its nostrils, visible in the cold.

The ignited blade still burns in front of the Sith assassin’s body, just like his desire to put an end to this conflict. But now that they’re standing here, the only noise being the wind howling through the air, he can’t push himself to do it. And it confuses him. One look into the reptile’s eyes and it feels like he’s greeting an old friend. Out of everyone he met, Maul feels this way about an animal that had just tried to kill him. Or maybe, he doesn’t exactly understand the concept of a friend. Regardless, it looks as if it feels the same. There’s no more anger, no more rage.

Its eyes move to look at the ship, then back at him. It growls lowly before leaving the area completely.

The noises whistle through his mind again — or perhaps it is the wind carrying the snow around? The voice has been quiet during the previous encounter. He turns off his lightsaber and puts it away before stepping closer to the ship. Even now, while being this close to the source, it only gets gradually less audible as the storm is getting worse. As if the cold is trying to drown it out, choke it until it fades.

The Gauntlet lays slightly askew next to the rocky wall. The majority of the right wing is buried in the snow, while the rest of the ship is covered in a thin layer of fresh-fallen snow. He walks around it, to the ship’s bow and finds a way underneath it, to the airlock door. He spots it, partly open. Most likely opened by force. Now he wonders whether it was to get outside or inside.

The opening is big enough for Maul to slip through.

Once inside, it feels as though he just entered a whole different world. Shielded from the reigning storm, the durasteel drowns out any noise from outside. Though it’s not very successful at keeping the cold out. His breath being just as visible as it was in the cool air.

The interior of the Gauntlet is covered in ice. The cockpit is completely shut off, sealed behind a thick layer of frozen water. Every footstep echoes within the crystallized walls. It’s so quiet he can hear water droplets land on the durasteel. There are a few puddles scattered across the floor, alongside small pieces of ice.

This strange feeling that flows through his whole body returns. He doesn’t quite know what to make of it, nor does he fully understand it. It’s very weak but still present, although it seems like it’s being held back. Imprisoned. Shrouded by the Force. And desperately trying to breach through. The silent atmosphere in the ship makes it feel stronger than it is. And still, it leads him to go further.

As Maul passes even more ice, he stops. His eyes scan the wall, and he notices a shadow. Something is inside.

In his periphery, he spots several lines scraped into it. Always grouped in a number of four within close proximity. And there are a lot of them scattered across the block of ice. It must have been desperate to reach what is frozen.

He places his gloved hand on the ice, the coldness immediately piercing through the leather. The ice wall consists of several different layers. The ship is in a continuous loop of melting and freezing again due to the extreme climate of the planet. Though it was never enough to free what is trapped. Maul wipes over the half-melted and fogged-up ice to reveal what it conceals.

The silhouette is a lot sharper. Its contour delicately shaping it. A shape that’s familiar to him.

Someone is inside.

Most obviously the source of what called him here. It’s not louder, but clearer. It isn’t saying his name, it might not even be speaking. It is more of a humming. A sound he would describe as melodic, yet strange. His muscles go slack as his whole body goes into a state of serenity. As if whoever is in there wanted him to be here and that’s why they called for him.

This unusual feeling entices him to place his hand back on the ice — fingers spread while only their tips touch the frozen wall. Through the Force Maul senses the person’s exact position and then makes the ice break around them.

A crack — and it splits in various directions. He removes his hand and takes a step back. He silently watches it break apart until the person inside is unveiled — a young woman.

Asleep. Or unconscious. As soon as she’s fully freed, she drops to the floor with a loud thud.

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[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (35/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: death, darth maul (he's literally a warning-)

Summary: Darth Maul gives Obi-Wan Kenobi a devastating ultimatum, which results in even worse consequenses.

A/n: ouch... literally just ouch

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You came to slowly, taking in your surroundings and realizing you were slung on the back of the zabrak who'd rendered you unconscious in the first place. All the blood was rushing to your face, and you felt unsteady, like you would fall if he for any reason set you down. There was a dark lull in the force, causing you to be rendered weak without the light you'd realigned yourself with so strongly.

You were in the Mandalorian Palace, or at least you thought you were. You'd truly never been here before today, so your assumption was limited to what Obi-Wan and Ahsoka had told you of the place.

Your hands were behind your back, being held in restraints. Of course, they would take extra precautions with you, and not Satine, who was over the other shoulder of the Zabrak. She seemed to be knocked out same as you were only moments ago, and it left you with only one question.... Where is Obi-Wan?

You tried not to make any sudden movements to let your captor know you were awake, trying to assess a way out in any shape or form you could possibly make come to fruition. It didn't seem like there were many viable options, the only one you could think of that would secure your escape would mean sacrificing Satine, which was horribly wrong, and even if you managed to pull it off, you still didn't know where your Master was, and could not leave without having him by your side.

"Hello, Padawan," you turned your head to see him, the Darth Maul, alive and in person. The one you'd thought to be dead from Obi-Wan's stories from long ago. It didn't seem possible, and yet? There he stood, walking along side you as you hung upside down on his brother's back.

"Maul," you couldn't help the surprise that had filtered its way into your tone... you'd meant to sound menacing and untouchable, although you were dangling like a loth-bat with bonds holding your wrists together.

"I'd heard Kenobi had a young apprentice with him, but I wasn't aware you'd be so lovely," he taunted, running a finger down the stretch of your arm. Oh no, not today. Of all the absolute kriffing bumps in the road of today, this was one you would not allow.

"Touch me again, you'll regret it."

He laughed maniacally, walking ahead of you, now and moving to sit in a throne, the way he draped himself on the seat indicated he was far more arrogant of a Sith than you had even imagined.

You were dropped on the ground, straight to your back, a loud thud echoing in the grand hall, before they commanded you to kneel. You complied, on the terms that whatever was about to happen, you wanted it over and done with.

Satine was brought to consciousness, being shoved to her knees on the other side of the throne and awaiting the next move of Darth Maul to commence. You tried to put on a face of bravery, but as soon as Obi-Wan was ushered in, struggling to be unhanded by the Mandalorian guards, you felt your heart sink. He seemed so uncapable, and it was probably because of this horrid situation. You were in danger, Satine was in danger, and all by the hand of someone he thought was long gone, someone he killed to avenge the life of his Master Qui Gon.

His eyes met yours, and he begged to receive anything from them that could keep him remaining calm. You sent a small 'I'm okay' through your signature to his, and he let out a breath after he heard it in his head. He looked over to Satine, who seemed composed enough for her current state, and then his focus fell on the one responsible for this.

"Your noble flaw is weakness, shared by you, and your duchess," Maul began, using the force to lift you both in the air by the throat. Satine grabbed at her neck, trying to subdue the invisible force that kept her elevated, meanwhile you were left gasping for air, your hands still firmly kept behind your back. "You should have chosen the dark side, Master Jedi. I sense your Padawan already has."

You knew he sensed it as soon as he had come beside you. The darkness in you was still lurking, trying to find a way to the surface, though you had cast it out several times, it always found a way to keep tempting you to its disastrous luxuries.

"Your emotions betray you, your fear... and yes, your anger. Let your anger deepen your hatred," he began to sound like a growling monster, every word came out of his mouth with a roar underneath it.

"Don't listen to him, Obi," Satine managed to get out, and though you would have told him something similar, had you been able to speak, you hated the way she said his name that way. You'd called him that long before she ever did, and you didn't like the way it sounded coming from her.

"Quiet," Savage's voice sounded from behind you.

You searched Obi-Wan's face for any sign of good news, for any sign of a plan, because he always had one, even when the worst conditions arose. He held no optimism in his eyes, nothing that would indicate and idea or anything of the sort that could get you all out of here alive. He felt trapped, because you were trapped, and the one he'd come to save was trapped.

"You can kill me, but you will never destroy me," he raised his head, narrowing his gaze at Maul, giving him a glare that could kill if looks could. "It takes strength to resist the darkside, only the weak embrace it. Not I, nor my padawan could ever succumb to such weakness."

"It's more powerful than you know."

"And those who oppose it are more powerful than you'll ever be," Obi-Wan again started to struggle in the hard of the guards when he saw the Sith approach you and Satine again. "I know where you're from, I've been to your village. I know the decision to join the dark side wasn't yours, the nightsisters made it for you-"

"Silence! You think you know me?" Maul stepped away from you, but with a lightsaber in hand, he took large steps towards Kenobi, and though you could no longer feel the pain of the force around your neck, you became anxious at how defenseless Obi-Wan was for the moment. "I am the one who languished for years, thinking of nothing but you... nothing but this moment, and now, the perfect tool for my vengeance is in front of us. I never planned on killing you, but I will make you share my pain... Kenobi."

He ignited his saber to the side of him, and it was unlike anything you'd seen before. You'd heard of the darksaber, but never before did you behold it with your own eyes. It was terrifying, the dark blade that glowed with a steely gloom that set around it. The innocent lives it must have taken... it ailed you.

"Now," he said, raising both you and Satine in the air further, to imply his next move, "Choose."

The flash of fear you saw in Obi-Wan's eyes was unlike anything you'd witnessed of him before. He was so stoic, so brave, and now? He may have been more scared than you were. You weren't afraid to die, but you were afraid of being sent to death by the one you loved... you knew he would save you, but in the moment, with the adrenaline rushing, you couldn't bear to hear his answer.

"I... can't," he let out, shaking his head and reaching out his signature to try and sooth both himself and you while this traumatic event unfolded.

"Choose, or they both die..." Maul was growing impatient, and in the rush of the moment, and the lack of other choices, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and bowed his head in shame.

"Save Satine," he said, his voice cracking at the end. Your eyes widened in fear, but when Obi-Wan lifted his head to meet your eyeline, you felt a sense of safety, and security. He was going to save you, "I'm sorry, my padawan..."

Maul cackled like the witches of Dathomir, dropping you to the ground, and brining Satine straight forward, the saber blade piercing her chest, and making time to stand still for a moment. Obi-Wan knew it, that he would kill Satine. He knew that if he made it seem like Satine was important to him, she would be his preferred choice of revenge. He knew that you would live, but he didn't expect to be so upset with himself when the act was actually committed, and Satine was the one to be sacrificed. You'd been dropped face first into the marble stone and had to crane your neck to see the scene before you play out.

"Satine," Obi-Wan raced to catch her as she fell from the saber blade and onto the floor. He brushed the hair away from her face and held her in his arms. She didn't deserve this.... it was supposed to be you.

Maul sat back in his throne, the sight brining an expression of satisfaction upon his twisted features. How evil do you have to be to revel in the pain of loss? Truly despicable...

"Remember my dear Obi-Wan," she spoke softly, the air capacity in her lungs was now limited, as she took her last breaths. "I have loved you always, and always will."

You felt tremendous guilt wash over you at hearing her whispered words. Her death was so that you may live on in her place. You loved him, but so did she... and he chose instead to save you. As much as you resented her for the time passed, she was still a part of his life, a part of who he'd become... and now she was dead, and the blood was on your hands. At least, you thought, perhaps she felt comfort in feeling like he had chosen her, and that she was the object of his affections, one last time.

Obi-Wan pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly while the Zabraks looked on with great interest.

"Do we kill him now, brother?" Savage turned to the throne for permission, but Maul shook his head menacingly.

"No," he said, as if it were a preposterous idea. "Imprison him below... let him drown in his misery. Take him to his cell, to rot."

"And what of the girl?"

You looked up at Maul with narrow eyes, the pain you felt over letting Satine die for your sake was fully evident on your face. As much as you disliked her, she was an innocent being, killed for the pleasure of revenge. You were a Jedi, it was in your nature to be selfless, but on this matter, where you were given no choice, it was hard to keep your emotions under control.

"Keep her with me," he commanded, a smirk crawling across his lips, as Obi-Wan was dragged away, along with Satine's lifeless body. You were pulled from the ground, your restraints being undone, as they shoved you towards the throne. You chanced a look over your shoulder, but he was already out of your field of view. This hole became deeper and deeper, and you doubted you would ever get out alive. You didn't know if you'd ever see your Master again. Knowing that Maul was heavily force sensitive, you put a block around your signature, unwilling to let him take anything from you that could cause you or Obi-Wan to lose more.

"Leave us," he waved his hand, and just as he instructed, the guards, the prime minister, and his brother, Savage, all left the grand hall.

You felt far more vulnerable under his eyes, now. Alone, with nothing in sight that he could possibly find more interesting. He stood from his seat, towering over you when he met your hateful stare.

"So stern," he mocked, raising a finger to your chin, tilting your head back for him to get a better look. "What a pretty thing."

You didn't even mean to, but the spurt of force energy that left you, causing his hand to fly back from you left him surprised.

"I thought I warned you not to touch me," you threatened, your anger arising to the surface, and showing in your eyes.

"You belong to me, now, and as my prize possession, I will touch as I wish," he chuckled lowly, his hand moving a fallen strand of hair aside your face before resting firmly on your cheek. You shuddered at the contact.

You hated this being for everything he was and wished him dead before you. Unfortunately, you knew were were far too weak to take him on by your lonesome, so you stood, unarmed, and still as the ground beneath you.

"My brother has not long to complete his training, but thereafter, you will become my new apprentice."

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[blackkatmagic]

You know, one thing that’s been on my mind since reading the sith padme x maul one shot is palpatine still trying to make anakin an apprentice and Padmé once realizing he’s going to replace maul with this immature murder child goes apeshit on Skywalker and palpatine. Either that or meeting him and beating him up.

Honestly Palpatine is probably lucky that he didn't make that particular plan obvious in this universe, or Padme would have murdered both him and Anakin on sight.

#kat answers

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

No better version that I could pretend to be tonight - Maul's pow

Summary: After they met, Maul can't get the young woman out of his head. His Master (and the Great Plan) demand serious determination from him.

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of violence, narcissistic thoughts, language, force shocking (Let me know if I left out something.)

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

Maybe you noticed, but the chapter title is from a Hozier song called Jackie & Wilson.

Please enjoy reading!

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Failure, that's how Maul could describe his week after that night. He had no peace, neither when he slept, nor when he trained, nor when he meditated. He felt a kind of new unknown sensation. It crawled under his skin and itched from the inside, it tickled his mind in the back and he felt the desire mixed with curiosity wash over him in waves.

This annoys him, he can feel the tension boiling in him, he can almost feel the Force, it's energy, pulsating in his fingertips.

Maul knows himself, he knows that he is purposeful, above all devoted to noble revenge, an excellent fighter, and in addition to these, he is characterized by patience and self-control.

This is exactly what is bothering him now, although he does not fully admit it to himself yet. When meditating, the best thing is to have a clear mind and almost empty thoughts. There is nothing but him and the Force. It connects with him, it ensures calmness and clarity for him, that he needs to fulfill his tasks. 

What kind of sith apprentice is he anyway? How does he want to be better, if this pure and holy ritual is polluted by thoughts that jump to his mind like movie frames? He closes his eyes tighter and stretches his back muscles, stiffening himself in the meditative pose. More flashbacks. He grunts angrily and suddenly upsets the side table on which the lightsaber was his most feared treasure.

 “Great. This too." he scoffs 

He picks up the special weapon and swipes it with one hand while holding it in the other. The cold metal shines wonderfully in the light and each piece is noble and refined. He activates it and focuses on the red light. 

The "bleeding" kyber crystal, which concentrates all his dark, angry and hateful feelings, all that he has known and owned until now. This is what made him who he is, Darth Maul. The best trained fighter, flawless assassin. Every muscle and cell served a noble purpose. To take revenge on the Jedi and to establish a new, better, stronger world at the head of the Empire.

This requires anger, rage and hatred. This is what he needs to focus on now, even though his body still feels rather cold. Over the years, something in the depths of his soul froze (or maybe he never had such a thing as a warm soul). He was free because he could experience all his emotions that others thought were dirty and suppressed them pitifully. 

He was able to experience these emotions: anger, thirst for revenge, emotions mixed with excitement and cruelty associated with taking out a life, and he experienced all of this with passion. A passion that everyone repressed within themselves, except for the artists who channeled this passion into their works.

These feelings helped him on his way. Now they are letting him down. Failure. Again

But then why does he still feel this lack, this cold ringing in his chest? Until now, he believed that the sweetness of revenge and ascendancy would fill this emptiness in his chest he felt so long as he remembered. 

But for a moment, following his instincts, he felt a little spark, a little warmth pass through him that night in the club. He felt it in his chest, on his hands. He shook his head again in annoyance. Why can't he hold on to the scale of his usual emotions? Why does such a new sensation have to disrupt the system that he built?

Especially now. This feeling came over him in waves, he felt it mixing with his thoughts, like when a storm is born from the mixing of different incompatible clouds. Maul didn't want this storm to form and happen. He put too much thought into this ‘almost nothing’ incident. How pathetic he is, a failure. He didn't make it past one dance and now he's lusting like a stupidly naive lovesick teen boy.

He didn't even know her name, his fingertips almost burned from trying to program the droid to do some detective work. By this time tomorrow, all the information would be in front of him. Daily routine, personal data, family members, bank account statements and health card. All about her, the girl with the green eyes. But he ordered himself to stop. 

Though it would be so easy. People leave traces everywhere, a fragment of themselves. Maul both despised and gratefully accepted this levity from humans. This made his job much easier in most cases.

People are like a puzzle, he only needed to collect the parts of their lives. 

Once the right pieces are put together, the field is clear for Maul to do with them as his master tells him. Basic information can be found from official records. Especially on a small globe like this. These fragments form the corners of the picture. Then comes the next round, work, family, friends, medical findings. With this, he has the edges of the picture, and moving towards the center of the picture, more and more information and personal actions are brought closer and closer to the middle. The center part is the most interesting, it is not so easy to get to, it requires personal interaction. The mind, inner thoughts, and morals. The heart itself, if you will. The many pieces fall into place and form a picture. Maul enjoyed this part. Recognition of the person's nature. That knowledge was power in his hands, and Maul enjoyed the sweet tingling possession of that power.

Still, he didn't investigate her. He knew that by doing so he would cross a line and leave traces for his Master. For some internal reason, he didn't want his master to know about her.

Her.

He diverted his thoughts to calm him down. But it wasn't easy. Although the girl left, she didn't take one thing with her, the shadow of her effect. It stuck to the man stubbornly and didn't leave him. And she took something from him therefore in return.

Since then, Maul has not been able to properly connect to either anger or rage. Desire remained, but only faintly. Maul finally felt something. Something different and intense. He wondered how long it will be until he feels it again?

An average girl cannot change what is already set in stone regarding his fate in order to become the Greatest sith beside his master.

Maul still wondered what the Force wanted to tell him.

He seems to be failing at everything today. Using the force, he pushed the other smaller table where his food was. He hasn't even touched it all day. Maybe the feeling of hunger will overcome this strange new one.

He grunted. He felt like a tiger in a cage. He struggled idly between logic and emotional decisions, to which even obligation contributes. As an obligation, he remembered that he will have a meeting soon with his master.

It's always better to arrive prepared for those. Maul sat down again in the middle space on his ship.It was black as the darkness which he had identified himself with for so long that he already thought of himself as just a form of this shadow. With every nerve he tried to focus on meditation again. But mostly failed. 

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Maul knew he had stretched the strings beyond his master's patience. He met with his master on Coruscant. His first mistake was being late. His master hated inaccuracy, especially when they were so close to setting the plan in motion.

Time was precious and this was not exactly the right situation to waste lavishly and to slip out of their busy hands. Maul was never late before. 

His master was impatient for that alone. Without explanation, Maul bowed to the ground, and gave his report on what had happened the night before. He took special care to only give information about Her. He banished the green-eyed girl far from his thoughts, all the way down to the depths of his subconscious. Because this procedure took time and a great amount of calmness, he was late. In his meditation, the memory of her stubbornly kept breaking out and he did not forget her. So he tried to banish it, instead of forgetting her.

His master was displeased, more than usual. Maul sensed this, but he didn't say a thing, instead he just taught himself that he better be careful and stay calm. He stood in front of his master's dark figure with a reverent, rigid gaze and a stretched posture.

"So nothing important happened, that's what I understand from your report. Quite interesting. Today, the queen expressed her concern about the high prices of the trade alliance, which were raised in relation to the customs and other imported goods. If what you claim is true, and there really was no noteworthy event or conversation, she must have only dreamed of it at night in that pretty little head of hers.” 

The tone he used was passive aggressive, it didn't mean good.

Maul remained silent, knowing that he had underestimated the queen by leaving her at the club. He cursed himself, the annoying queen who ‘must always act for her people' and is zealous. She would be a great Jedi with that arrogance. She was indeed pretty. A pretty pain in the ass by his opinion. His master walked with slow, measured steps, so he waited.

"You don't need to answer Lord Maul. During the big celebration, some relatives and banker friends mingled with the queen in a conversation and told her about their concerns. They were also there and warned her. I think you forgot to mention that from the report. I think I've taught you enough over the years about accuracy, both in terms of information and time." 

His master's tone quickly improved from namby-pamby to threateningly ominous. 

"My Master I.."

"You left your place under surveillance. Why?"

"There was suspicious activity at the entertainment venue. I had to find out to ensure the safety of the queen during the observation. As you asked, my Master.”

Maul lied. Perhaps for the first time in his life so far for his Master.

This act didn’t suit him, he didn't even know why he did it. It just came instinctively before he could stop the words, they already slipped from his tounge and through of his teeth. He waited with his head bowed respectfully as he was overwhelmed with guilt for disappointing him.

He was waiting for his deed to be revealed. Instead, Master gave him a stern look.

"Your job was to get the information. This is an incorruptibly simple task, which was the work of a droid, and which you Lord, were simply incapable of doing. It seems I expected too much from you. There are serious holes in your basic knowledge. This deficiency is unacceptable. You are late for the meeting and even make mistakes in the process. But how much more! Because of your "little omission" you delayed my plan by weeks or maybe even a few months."

“Master, let me..."

"And you even interrupt me! Looks like it's time for a little refresher on the basics of knowledge Lord Maul."

The master's voice was now dripping with anger and rage. Maul knew what was coming. He didn't even try to resist, there would be no point. He could neither avoid nor stop this. Before he could gain some strength from a last breath, from his master's fingertips, pure energy, an offensive beam of one of the strongest manifestations of the Force, reached his body.

The Sith lightning wasn't necessarily part of his punishment every time, but this time he knew he had made a mistake and any mistake that delayed, hindered or jeopardized the Plan was unforgivable. He felt he deserved it despite the excruciating agony of each energy beam.

Under his skin, his cells were burning and freezing at the same time. He lost control of his body and writhed on the floor in pain, first losing control over his muscles. It didn't last, but it was all the more intense. He gritted his teeth to stifle his own plea for mercy. His jaw clenched from the force of the squeeze and he tasted blood in his mouth.

Panting, breathing hard, he tried to raise himself to a standing position with trembling hands, while his master paced up and down with satisfaction. In moments like this, he hated him, deeply. 

"Your disappointment is shameful. You caused damage to our plans. That is unacceptable, especially from you. I trust you took my words on board Darth Maul. Now go,I don't even want to see you until I need your measure. You have to stay in Naboo. Close to the Palace. If it is necessary to remove these "concerned persons' ' who called out the queen's attention. For the sake of the plan, I have to calm down the little queen, and also order the Trade Alliance to hide for a while to hide until our next move. The blockade will come by surprise and catch the queen unprepared."

When Maul looked up he saw only his master's black cloak slipping away in the darkness.

He returned to Naboo with his last dignity scraped together and self-flagellating thoughts.

His droid found a deserted place, deep in the forest, where he could wait undisturbed until his master called him.

He can get food from the lake, and the ruins of the dilapidated villa provide a perfect hiding place for him and his ship.

The air felt suffocating inside, too hot, too humid, so he decided to get out into the cool air of the forest. He walked from the garden of an old villa towards the lake. That is, he tried, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

He heard footsteps from somewhere, then turned around, but the movement made him dizzy, his blood was buzzing in his ears, both of his hearts were beating violently. He staggered and could only think of  that one person he had been trying to bury inside himself all day. It wasn't a wise decision, because what he was trying to suppress came out of his subconscious, so forcibly, that he could almost see the green-eyed girl in front of him.

It appeared as a vision so vividly, the siren image grew sharper as it approached. Rays of light filtering through the ruins illuminated the perfect green irises, Maul focused on them so as not to lose consciousness. He tried to use the pair of eyes as a focal point, to guide him out of this condition of pain and weakness. But he failed, each time his vision blurred, and the ringing in his ears only became more deafening.

Maul stretched out his hand, but his fingers only got tangled in some silky, soft fibrous material when everything went dark.

Mood board made by me, pictures are from Pinterest.

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[depomera]

Anyways, kinda dumb but I’m making a SW AU that takes place a few years before the Clone Wars. I’m doing the dirty and making everyone meet and being allies and such. This is just filling in gaps. One of my weaknesses in projecting is I really like fantasy role playing stuff and I’m trying to incorporate things like that into the SW universe but also keeping to lore as best I can. This AU is more of a slice of life/shoujo/shounen/fantasy adventure campaign.

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• Grievous and Jango work for the IBC (intergalactic banking clan) to pay off their debt. They do things from rescue missions to bounties, escorts, and dealing with their own slice of life. (The “debt duo”).

• Jango is an esteemed bounty hunter but paying off debts of Mandalore owed to the IBC. He is aloof but a caring man. He has a soft spot for children and hopes to become a father one day.

• Grievous is a renowned warlord but is paying off his planet’s debts to the IBC as well as looking for his long lost mate, Ronderu who mysteriously vanished during a Huk invasion.

•Darth Plagueis is now Sith Lord after being given the title from the previous Sith Lord whom renounced her faith and is on the run. The Sith operate from a Church on a planet in Wild Space due to the Galactic Republic outlawing/banning their research on dark magic (summoning, rituals, etc). Plagueis is obsessed with magic and science and is trying to find ways to use Midi-Chlorians to further his own powers by accessing dark magic that hasn’t been seen for thousands of years. I kinda wanted the prior Sith Lord (cat lady) to have an affair with Plagueis, which is one of the reasons why she’s on the run:

1) She realized she wants a “career change”, perhaps to become a mother? she knows her apprentice/ex lover, Plagueis wants her dead but due to her renouncing her faith, she believes she no longer has to abide by Sith rules. It is unknown why she won’t kill him. Perhaps her ethics changed or she needs to conserve energy due to trying to conceive/ has conceived, still has feelings for him, possibly manipulating him, etc (still wip lol).

2) Her beliefs in the Sith are different than Plagueis, rule of 2 = life and death, good and evil**, love and hate, weakness and power, parent and child, yin and yang, Fire and Water; she believes the Force is the balance between good and evil**, the grey between two extremes and everyone has a place within the universe such as herself being on the extreme (Sith vs Jedi). She is driven by passion and striving to be the best (including protecting and getting revenge for those who wronged her and loved ones). I wanted her beliefs to challenge many struggles we see in current religion such as “cherry picking” but also following one’s heart, beliefs and values.

I had “Rudo” (Thrawn) in mind. A spy who happens to partner up with Jango and Grievous on occasion for random missions and quests. Rudo is a spy for the Chiss Ascendancy and goes by a different name to keep his identity hidden.

Maul is struggling with wanting to be his own person but coming to terms with his destiny, chosen by adoptive father Sheev Palpatine. Early on, Maul showed powerful magic ability such as communicating with animals and harnessing the powers of nature (Sith magic) such as fire, earth, water, metals, etc. In other words he has shaman/druid abilities (similar to Ezra from Rebels). Maul is an innocent but honest and hardworking kid. He loves animals and wants to make friends. Prior to the romantic scandal (cat lady x Plagueis), the cat lady then Sith Lord, saw Maul as a son and was enamored by his love and connection with nature and the wild life - this led her to believe that Maul had the heart of a true Sith and was the catalyst to his downfall by having him train as Sheev’s apprentice rather than stay an acolyte/“alter boy”.

To be continued…

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Sorry for the typos and crappy grammar. I have food poisoning as well as a kinesiology exam tomorrow. >_<;

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[herbalinz-of-yesteryear]

Project Maultifaceted - Relationships

This is a three-part post focusing on three types of relationships Maul has presented in EU and canon contents: (barely) romantic relationship, familial relationship, friendship. I think this character is written in a special case where his familial relationship is tangled up with mentorships, so I will be putting Palpatine’s interactions in with familial.

Links to my other Maul!content collection pjt: "Smile" (x), "Voice" (x).

Part I. Relationships bordering on an ambiguously or metaphorically romantic nature:

Spoilers alert

Kilindi Matako

Maul’s impression of their first encounter. His first impression of Kilindi is of her sparring against two Rodian boys (who decide to pick a bone with Maul for the rest of their short lives), it can be implied that Maul thinks Kilindi as “capable;” or it’s more a omniscient narrator’s commentary.

Then there’s this: the budding desire to establish a positive relationship

As a tween in Orsis Academy, Maul is doing great with training lessons and seems to enjoy being here quite a lot (except for having to suffer the prohibition of using the Force) because 1) he can fight people (def don’t want to be his opponent no sir), 2) he has a mentor who respects him (more later), 3) at least two students show sign of benevolent interest in him. He does not quite play along with others due to either a character trait, if we take it from George Mann’s An Unwilling Apprentice:

Or it’s simply a result of growing up without peers (and having possibly the most dastardly Sith ever plus a droid as caretakers). Maul’s early Sith lessons is seen already taken root, as he distrusts people’s intentions and questions them at every turn. He does not understand why Kilindi seems to be interested in him, and is surprised when she proposes to spend time together. But despite that, and his awful recollection of “swimming” on Myeeto, he makes the decision to go swimming with her.

“Not that he would ever tell her.”

Windham was tasked to write this—who knows why—as a middle-grader book. The language and depth of character exploration fit the demographics. Personally I think we would have a better book if this was written at least as a YA, but for this end-product we got, I say it is nicely done, and I enjoyed little moments like this one and when Maul “suddenly felt irritated” as Kilindi wants to give him some advice on the upcoming hunting (and having her advice written in a way to show she is an observant and capable fighter indeed, also that Maul was not above receiving genuine help; awesome, Windham. I grow to like Kilindi very much).

Young Maul and Kilindi did remind me of my first secret relationship/crush-however you call two kids being affectionate with each other but knew it could never worked and would never say it out loud

IIRC, Maul is arounf thirteen at this chapter. He is brought up to question everyone’s motivation around him (which is just due lesson for a Sith, who are always about to stab each other in the back), to view interpersonal relationships in a utilitarian way, but the brainwashing is not done completely yet. He is unable to simply file away certain feelings, even though he already senses those do not have a place in the destiny he believes he would have.

Then, when Maul is around fifteen: He is not a good teamplayer, a trait unfortunately persisted into adulthood and undermines him eventually, but he collaborates with Kilindi very well. When they are both tested by the Death Watch instructor Meltch Krakko, he is protective of Kilindi

If we take a concept from SW canon, this is when I see shatterpoints of Maul’s destiny have existed that could have pushed him into other directions. If Maul had treated Kilindi aloofly constantly instead of making (the minimum amount of) effort to get to know her; if he was not bullied by the Meltch Krakko, and given in to use the Force not only to save himself but to beat him down; if Krakko did not try to sell him to Mother Talzin; if Krakko did not double-cross Talzin… He might have been brought back to Dathomir as a teen, or grow up having some semblance of a relationship with Kilindi (although I can’t see this end well; Sith and their ideas of “passion” aside, I doubt Palpa wouldn’t teach young Maul a lesson on attachments).

(Windham, Ryder. The Wrath of Darth Maul. 2012)

The Orisis Academy and Maul’s interactions with several students are recurring elements for several writers in his EU content, though each writer has their own take. James Luceno, for example, in his short story “Restraint,” makes it most clear Maul does experience physical attraction towards his two female friends:

As he is dispatched to kill everyone in the academy by Sidious due to the risk of his force-user indentity being leaked, Luceno adds that "Maul decided he would miss Daleen and Kilindi, and Trezza especially. But he accepted that their deaths were essential to Darth Sidious' plan--a Grand Plan, in which Maul was now an accomplice."

He is still capable, and willing to feel emotions other than anger and rage. Which are not forbidden by the Sith philosophy by any means. In fact, we have a prime example of the legendary Darth Malgus, using his grief to enhance his power and connection to the dark side, after killing his lover Eleena Daru. Whether Maul is intended to be a self-aware character at this or not, he holds onto grief and sorrow as much as anger and rage to fuel his connection (likely not; he is one of the least self-aware character I came across. Might be because of Sidious' training on him to focus on the present moment).

(Luceno, James. “Restraint.” Darth Maul: Shadow Hunter. 2011)

Komari Vosa

After the destruction of Orisis and Maul’s positive relationships, we don’t get anything that seem to suggest he’s interested or ever sought out to establish any relationship beside the Master-Apprentice. Until Lockdown.

In this book, Maul is tasked to find a mysterious weapon merchant in the prison colony of Cog Hive Seven, where at the climax, his path crosses with Vosa’s, despite their initial misgiving (which is kinda stupid imo, no reason other than “i want to see them fight”), they fight side by side eventually and Maul completes his mission, with Vosa hinting at a “what if we work together” and of course rejected by Maul.

*An interesting lil something here when Maul is disgusted by certain imaginations regarding a may-or-may-not-be thirsty warden Sadiki Blirr (it is written that “she can’t take her eyes off” Maul as she watches him fight like a beast so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Then we have him and Komari Vosa, who he grows a sense of respect if not something a bit more after witnessing her defiant act against the giant worm

After Maul saves Vosa, Vosa returns the gesture by turning off the micro-denotators inside his hearts with the Force.

Maul is not reacting to physical touch very well as a Sith Lord should we all have seen Pre Viz getting his we-pals-now-hand smacked away

Another shatterpoint perhaps? Likely not, as Maul is already on the Sith path, going with Vosa would be undermining his pursuit for power, as well as getting them both killed by Sidious. I like how Schreiber gives Maul a moment of near-reflection, near-temptation for something else other than the destiny Sidious promised him. But now he is already getting pretty good at putting away thoughts he can't process without destroying his identity😂

The novel ends with a smudge of a shadow of the barely existent tiny snip (you get the point) of longing:

(Schreiber, Joe. Maul: Lockdown. 2014.)

Sinya, a Twi'lek bodyguard of the Black Sun. This encounter happens in EU, directly after Lockdown, the plots are actually connected.

Need I say more xD

Then there’s the 2017 Star Wars: Darth Maul comics. An excellent collection that fills in some gaps between the new canon Maul timelines.

I enjoyed the artwork as well as the writing. However, as I read, I could not shake off this strange suspicion that Maul’s *first* Jedi kill is framed here in a metaphorical way of losing one’s virginity; the rush before and the disillusionment afterwards (due to his misplaced connection)….. Anyone else see it too?

Aight, the other relationships will have to wait until I assemble more braincells. Feel free to dm me your interpretations and HCs or holler in the comments:3

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[moon-sang]

Hi 😁 I'm the person who went on a rant about how there aren't enough happy/crack Din Djarin x fem!sith!reader fics😅 so could I please request a fic of that sort? Like Din and Grogu seeing that she's not evil, just overly passionate about things and awkwardly trying to convey that to everyone else?

I’m sorry this took longer than usual! I hope you like it!

She’s Just Passionate

SUMMARY: Your past always found a way to haunt you. Everyone knew who you were, apprentice of Darth Maul. Everyone always took you as evil, luckily you have two people who would stick by you no matter what. 

WARNINGS: Fem!reader, Sith!reader, sprinkle of angst, Soft!Din, pls tell me if I miss anything!

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It started when you were a kid. 

Everyone hated you. “She’s evil!” they would all scream. Regardless if it was to your face or behind your back you sensed their hate for you radiating off them. I’m not evil. You would tell yourself as a child, but as you grew you started to believe what everyone said, because it wasn’t just kids from the school you went to that said it, but it was that guy who owned the cantina, that Jedi you accidentally bumped into on Yavin 4, and that bounty hunter you had to work with once. Everyone said it. But it all came to a point when you became what everyone said you were. Shot everyone glares, killed bounties that could’ve been kept alive, sliced anyone who dared to argue with you on the spot…. But that all changed when the Mandalorian and his adorable son came into your life of darkness. He pulled you out of the dark shell you hid yourself in and exposed the sad little girl whose childhood was taken away from her, of course in a good way. As time went by you began to trust the Mandalorian with your secrets, even the ones you didn’t want to admit to yourself. Like your childhood, how the sith raised you up until you were 14 years of age, how Darth Maul trained you how to use your sabers, how you ran away from that life and practically raised yourself.  You told him everything but he…. Treat you differently. Like you were some special flower, and if he loosened his grip on you,  you would fly away with the wind. He treated you like you were normal, and you loved it. You felt selfish in a way, wanting to keep him all to yourself but you tried your best not to let it show. 

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The cantina was bustling with life. Tables were crowded with many species with Twi’lek’s and some humans putting on a small performance. You and Din decided to lay low for a while… Omera and Winta gladly offered to take care of Grogu, whilst you two had some alone time. You ordered some soup and Din of course ordered nothing, just enjoying the scenery before him. Everyone was so loud here, on the Crest it was quite quiet, you weren’t used to such surroundings. You felt eyes on you. It made you nervous in a way. Why was everyone glancing at you? Shouldn’t the attention be on the Mandalorian, their rarer than just a typical female woman right? Murmurs and whispers spread like a wildfire. Din could see how you became uncomfortable…. Maybe he’ll just take the soup and go when it came. “She’s a sith!” you overheard someone say. Your chest became heavy, words forming and then dying on your tongue, Din had helped you control your temper and how you acted to certain things but you WERE NOT a sith. At least not anymore, sure you have the force and you still have your lightsaber, but that life wasn’t yours anymore. “She’s going to kill us all!” Another maiden whisper-yells. That’s it.  Within a blink of an eye you’ve got every person in the cantina up against the wall. Your lightsaber was ignited. Angry fumes hissed as red flames danced in the air. Your outstretched hand (which held everyone with the force) closed, forming a fist out of anger. Everyone screamed, terrified. “I am not a sith! Not anymore! Why is it so hard for anyone to understand that!” You shout, any thought of Din leaving your mind. A leather hand wraps around your closed fist and tugs gently at it. Immediately you drop everyone to the floor and swing with your saber at Din’s head. When you realise it was only Din, you stop your saber mid-air. Din could hear the hiss of your saber next to his ears, but he wasn’t afraid, he knew you could sense his fear and that would only upset you more. “Mesh’la it’s ok if they think you're a sith, but giving in to your anger, like then, is only going to scare them more, why do you need everyone to believe you, when I do?” He asks, voice like honey, despite the fact that it was modulated. “I… I’m sorry…. I can’t help it.” you say with a frown, tears threatening to fall any minute. “Come on, let’s get out of here, we can eat in the Crest, yeah?” Din states. “Yeah.” you nod sadly. With that Din collects the soup, which arrived shortly after your outrage. Before he walks out he shrugs at the still shocked customers and says “She’s - uh…. Just passionate, and with that makes his way out. 

The soup helped a little, giving you a warm feeling in your stomach. But you still needed to get something off your chest. You look at Din, who was sitting opposite you. “Din?” you call. He looks up at you, acknowledging you. “Do…” you take a breath. “Do you think I'm evil?” Din shakes his head. “Cyare, you’re not evil, I think you know that, I mean… look how much the kid likes you, and how you got me a new cape for my last birthday, even though you know I don’t celebrate it, Cyar’ika you are an amazing woman.” He exclaims. You slightly blush, looking away. The Mandalorian get’s up and tilts your chin up at him. “You’re just misunderstood.” 

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[darth-void]

On the Streets of Coruscant Epilogue

Darth Maul x female reader

Summary: How it ends.

AN: Well this is it. This is a short one again, I know, but I wanted to wrap it up in a meaningful way. If you stuck around and read it all, thank you so much for your patience. I appreciate everyone who read, left kudos, commented, everyone of you ❤

Rating: Gen (but my fic is 18+)

Word count: 1330

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Maul quickly returned to Coruscant and went to meet with Sidious. 

“Master, it is done. The senator for Serenno will be in danger no longer.” 

“Good, my apprentice. Is she safe right now?” 

“Last I saw her, yes.” 

“And are you satisfied?” 

“No.” 

“Good.” Sidious’s eyes glowed golden and a vile smile was on his face. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?” 

“No, my lord. There is nothing else.” Maul 

From the dark of his cloak, Sidious’ eyes bore into Maul. 

“I have a new assignment for you, my young apprentice. Be ready when I call on you next, for it shall be very soon.” 

Maul was relieved for something new to keep him busy. He needed something to get you off of his mind, even though he knew that would prove to be difficult. He felt something when he was with you, a void being filled, but that was not the Sith way. He knew that dwelling on thoughts of you would cloud his mind. And Maul feared what would happen to him if his master had learned about his feelings for you, what he would do if Maul slipped up and the punishment that he would inflict on him. No, he would push you out. 

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After the incident, you stayed with your family for a week more. Things were complicated and your family was questioned in the attack but surprisingly there was no sure suspicion on your family. Dooku kept his trust in you to be a representative for the planet and you were able to go back and feel safe for yourself and your family. 

Once you were back on Coruscant, you attempted to contact Maul a few times to no avail. You were worried about what had happened between the two of you. You know you both were upset but you had hoped to talk it through now that the danger had gone and you had calmed down. But you never heard back from him. You didn’t even know where to find him, he always found you. The realization that you didn’t think to know more of him upsets you. Come to think of it, you had only really known him for a few months. You had connected with Maul on some sort of level that was deep yet shallow at the same time. He really did know you, deep down, and you thought you knew him, but how much did you really know? He was still keeping something from you, something big that he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, tell you. 

You went back to work in the Senate after your leave of absence and tried to throw yourself into work to try to forget about him. Though it didn’t always work. You found yourself daydreaming about his touch, the way his eyes burned golden when he looked into your soul. Work had always been your life before you met him and after Maul you couldn’t throw yourself in it the same way as before. 

But things were about to change. 

Sitting at your desk, not realizing that it had gotten dark and you were sitting with no lights, looking into the space in front of you. Suddenly, out of the blue, your datapad lights up. After weeks of trying to contact Maul and hearing nothing back from him, a message came through. It was from Maul. He had sent a prerecorded holo to you. Before you could get upset that he didn’t want to speak to you in person or real time, you opened the message to see what it was about. 

“My Lady, it has been a while. My master sends me on another important assignment. I will be far away and for a long time. Do not wait for me. Do not contact me again. I beg of you, forget me. You are no good for me and I-” the holo falters, a glitch you think, but maybe… “I am no good for you. It is best we part ways forever and never look back.” The message ends. You sit at your desk, emotions flickering through you all at once before you can react. You sit in the dark, barren, hollow. 

Days go by and one day the Queen from Naboo visits the senate. She claimed that the Trade Federation had sent a droid army to invade Naboo. The young queen created quite a stir in the Senate. Not only did she not get the approval for immediate assistance from the Senate but because of this, she called for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Valorum. The Senate was in upheaval. You and your fellow senators needed to decide if there was to be a new Chancellor for the Galactic Republic and you needed to know who to trust in times like this. 

“Senator Palpatine, I feel for you and your planet. Curse this red tape, I wish to help in any way that I can!” You held firm to your professionalism but let enough passion bleed through to hopefully appease your fellow senator. 

“Senator, thank you for your support, we would gladly take any help we can get.” 

“May I speak with the Queen? I would love to offer her my support in person, try to work out something quickly so we can get justice for her planet.” 

“My dear, she is upset by the verdict of the Senate and needs a moment to think on her next move. Let me speak with her and tell her you have requested an audience. We will call for you when she is ready.” 

But you never hear from them. Actually, the next thing you hear of the queen is that she and her Jedi escort have left again for Naboo to be back with her people. Worried and hoping to make a friend and alliance, you wanted to offer to help Naboo because of your own recent troubles, but something seemed off. Palpatine was gracious enough and said he would speak with the queen to see if she would see you but nothing ever came of it. You were left confused and hoping things would work out for her. She was such a young queen and had a lot on her shoulders. 

Once again, you were left alone and wondering what would come next in your life.Everything seemed so empty. Not long after Queen Amidala’s brief stay on Coruscant, news of the events that transpired on Naboo circulated the holonets. Amidala and her Jedi protectors were able to fight their way out of hell and regain control of their planet. It had turned out that the Trade Federation was behind it all but there would be lots of investigating and trials to come. But the big news lay elsewhere for you. 

A small bit of news that nearly got buried from the whole event was that one of the Jedi that was protecting Queen Amidala had been killed by a mysterious assassin. Upon hearing this report, your heart beat a little faster. You had assumed that Maul was somehow connected with the underworld. With his lightsaber and secretive manner, the idea of him being an assassin had crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to entertain the thought too much so you tried to forget about it. But with the last thing you hear from Maul,  you only assumed the worst. 

You dug deep for the answers, finding it hard to actually find any more information on the attack and you began to wonder if someone was trying to bury it. You were a senator, you had a high clearance and should have been able to get the information without any obstructions. But finally you found it. A description of the assailant who killed the Jedi master Jinn. Someone who wielded a red lightsaber-like weapon. A zabrak man. With red and black skin. Tears filled your eyes as you scrolled to see a sketch of the man. 

It was Maul. 

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[kimageddon]

A Prince of Dathomir - Chapter 112

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Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Slight Canon Divergence

Word count: Approx 3000 Contains/Warnings: Violence, injuries, abusive behaviour, threats, mentions of death. Chapter Summary: Zaiya, Feral and Maul race to save Savage from Ventress and the Jedi. Notes: (at the end!)

Witches - Part 2

Savage touched down in the hangar of the dreadnought, dragging the limp form of the Toydarian King with him. If not for the Jedi… Urgh! The Toydarian was supposed to come back alive! They’d interfered and now he would have to face Dooku with his mistake. This was meant to be his fledgeling mission to prove he could be a true Sith apprentice!

Savage could do nothing but lay the body at Dooku’s feet and wait for punishment. 

“You ignorant beast!” Dooku boomed, “I told you, I wanted him alive!” The lightning came a moment later and Savage tried not to scream in pain. He was not successful. 

It let up after about a minute and he managed to pant out an apology, asking for forgiveness. It was entirely the wrong thing to say and Dooku sneered at him before sending another blast right through him. Savage could barely move, he thought he was about to pass out, when the door opened before him and a familiar slender figure stood there. 

“Ventress…” Dooku whispered in disbelief. Savage could barely hear what they were saying, and it took too much effort to be able to pull himself to his feet. “Savage… you can make amends for your mistake-- by destroying this Witch!” But Ventress was already laughing at the old man. Savage felt confused, and his hand reached for his saber, his master had given him an order!

“I don’t think that will be happening, will it, Savage?” he moved to take a step back but she raised a hand and he felt a tap on his forehead. There was a sound in his head and it felt like a fog was lifting. “Remember where your true loyalties lie…” her voice swam in his brain and he remembered the mission to deceive Dooku! Yes, that was what he was doing here! Though everything seemed foggy, he had to remember, this was his mate… right? 

That strange voice in the back of his mind was louder now, and he felt parts of himself fighting internally. He could not hesitate though, he knew what he had to do now. 

“With you, Mistress,” he answered and ignited his lightsaber. He would finally strike against the man that had tormented him for the past few months. 

The battle was fierce and intense, he struck at the urgent demands from Ventress, the incessant nagging in his head, the wrongness he felt. What was happening?  Savage attacked again and again, but he was met with powerful bolts of electric pain that stopped him in his tracks. 

“Kill him!” Ventress screamed as she defended with her twin lightsabers. “Kill him you fool!” 

Couldn’t she see he was trying!? Everytime he stood, Dooku would blast him with lightning and Savage was back on the floor. 

“I… can’t!” he growled through gritted teeth, “he’s too powerful!” 

“Your weakness will not be my downfall!” she screeched and Dooku seemed smug.

“A failed apprentice makes for a foolish master!” he gloated. 

Savage saw it then, and the voice in the back of his mind called out. 

They didn’t care about him. They wanted him for nothing as a tool! Both of them! Why should he protect them at all?! She was willing to see him dead so long as she got what she wanted. 

He managed to stand and for a moment there was calm-- before rage exploded out of him. Power swept his body and he roared like the beast they claimed him to be, sending both of them flying back from the shockwave in the Force. He would show them. He would kill them both!

He charged, throwing both of them around the room, feeling a satisfying thrill as he inflicted more pain upon the two traitors! His success did not last however and in a moment between defending themselves, Ventress struck back and Dooku once again shot Savage down with blue lightning. He was flung back, and when he looked up, Dooku had gone and Ventress was leaping down an emergency escape hatch in the floor. Savage was too slow to make it however, and the door shut on him before he could follow. 

He raised his double bladed lightsaber to strike down and cut his way through but-- the main door opened once more. Savage heard voices and recognised the sensation in the Force. The Jedi had followed him somehow!

The rage built again. Were it not for them, he would not even be in this predicament! It was their fault! They had taken his success from him! With another furious roar he sent them back, he would destroy everything in his path!

He sent the Jedi back against the far wall, agony and fury surging through him, he just wanted to destroy everything! The two were on their feet, and he attacked with all the ferocity of a raging rancor, dodging the blue blades left and right, countering and parrying in a frenzy. He pushed them back through the halls of the Dreadnought, knowing that if he could not find Ventress or Dooku again, then he would have to escape, even in his rage he knew he could not take them all.

He narrowly avoided a strike from the bearded one, but the younger one slashed at his face, and caught two of his horns. His horns! The Jedi had cut them off! 

Savage screamed in fury as the hangar doors opened to find absolute chaos … and green fire. 

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Zaiya had managed to land her ship, The Nameless, easily enough. Sixy had hooked into the system to trigger the ship to self-destruct. The Separatist droids were nothing to the three Zabraks and they had cut them down easily. Still, it had taken too much time, and Zaiya could no longer sense Ventress on the ship. 

One of the comms for the droids echoed a deep voice Zaiya had only heard in holo recordings; Dooku. He was calling for the execution of Savage and her hearts leapt. At her back Maul and Feral were finishing off a small group of droids and Zaiya ran forward-- just as the doors opened. 

Anakin and Kenobi had their backs to her, but she looked right past them to see a bloody and exhausted Savage… and his horns! She let out a growl as she slashed with her mila hanska blade and Kenobi only just managed to block it. 

“Siren?!” he gasped. 

“I knew it!” Anakin cried as he defended from Savage’s strike. 

“Savage!” Zaiya cried, trying to get around the Jedi. She shoved the two back and bolted over to the huge Zabrak. “Savage… Come on, we have to go. Tell me you remember me!” He raised his lightsaber but stopped, his eyes went wide as he stared down at her in shock. 

“You…?” 

The moment didn’t last and they were again having to fight off the Jedi, but this time back to back. 

“I knew you were behind this!” Anakin growled. 

“Ah Skywalker, as stubborn as ever,” she snarled. “If you don’t mind, I think I shall be taking our brother and leaving--”

“Brother?!” Anakin scoffed.

“Our?” Kenobi asked at the same time. 

“Savage…” Zaiya held back Kenobi’s blade and nodded behind him as she reached back and gripped Savage's forearm. She looked at Anakin with a firm and serious gaze. “I will do anything for my family.”

Simultaneously, Anakin’s expression softened, Kenobi looked away and Savage looked down at her. She saw the recognition in his eyes. 

“No…” Kenobi gasped. He was looking past the battle now… and at the two other Zabraks that were finishing off the last of the B2 Battledroids. Maul turned toward them, and his face became murderous. 

[Self-Destruct Initiated. Abandon Ship.] An automated voice spoke and in the moment of total confusion, Zaiya grabbed Savage tighter and yanked him with her as she kicked Kenobi away. 

“No time!” she yelled and dragged Savage with her. “Into the ship!” 

Sixy barreled through and charged back onto the ramp. Zaiya pushed Savage ahead of her and Feral helped his injured brother inside. 

Maul however moved to charge Kenobi, but Zaiya’s hand landed square in the middle of his chest. 

“You will not deny me my revenge!” he roared, the two Jedi having weapons raised to fight. 

[Self-Destruct in Two Minutes.]

“Never, sire, but there’s no time!” she urged, and she watched fury contort his handsome face. 

“I will kill him,” he growled. 

“And I will help you, but we cannot do that if we’re both dead!” He looked at her sharply and nodded, the two turning away. The Nameless was already hovering and they had to leap to get up there, the ramp closing as soon as the two were inside. 

Zaiya hurried to the cockpit to get as much distance between them and the dreadnought as she could. She did it. She had them. Savage was safe. 

Now she just had to get him to remember them. 

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Obi-Wan ran back to his own ship with Anakin in tow. The Siren’s ship had already made the jump to hyperspace by the time the two Jedi had escaped the Dreadnought. 

“At least the Separatist ship was destroyed…” Anakin murmured. Obi-Wan said nothing, letting Anakin pilot, his mind churning. There was no way it could be true, no way that he could have seen what he saw. 

How could he be alive?! And the Siren was with both him and the monster Savage… it was worse than he thought. 

The image of the last time he had seen the red and black warrior. Standing over his Master, dying at his feet. Darth Maul had killed Qui-Gon Jinn and somehow… somehow he was still alive?! Obi-Wan had cut him in half! 

Jedi were not supposed to feel anger and hate… but by the Force if there was anyone he despised more he could not name them. Darth Maul had killed his Master, the man that had taken him as a Padawan when no other Master would dare. 

Darth Maul had taken the man closest to a father that Obi-Wan had ever had in his life. It was Qui-Gon that Anakin needed as his master, not him. 

“What I don’t get is why they blew up the ship. Wasn’t that big guy serving Dooku? He even had a lightsaber…!” Anakin sighed, then looked at Obi-Wan in alarm. “Are you alright?” Obi-Wan quickly used the Force to mask his emotions and tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t dwell on his emotions. 

“Did you see those other warriors?” 

“More of those Dathomirian Zabraks, seems the Siren is collecting them,” Anakin snorted. 

“I don’t know about that… the red one… we’ve seen him before.” Obi-Wan looked gravely at Anakin whose eyes widened. 

“You can’t be serious?! He’s dead! You killed him!” 

“I did,” the Master responded, looking out the viewport just in time to see the dreadnought explode in a fireball in the distance. He hit the hyperdrive and made the jump. “I am certain it was him, he recognised me, I could see it in his face.” That ugly twisted rage-filled face. Obi-Wan felt disgust crawl up his back. 

“So the Siren is a Sith?” Anakin asked, “I thought there were only meant to be two, if she was one, then that was at least three in that hangar… as well as Dooku… if they were working for him, why did the droids turn on them? Why did they blow up the ship?” 

“Those are all very good questions, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied, “but for now we need to report this to the Council. Soon, we will find out what they are up to.” He had to focus on the task at hand. He would not let his emotions force a reaction. 

Even if he did want to tear that Sith to pieces. 

----

Maul let out a scream of anger, his hands balled into fists, the Dark Side writhing in him. He looked like he was ready to take his lightsaber to them all.

“He was right there!” he roared. Zaiya watched him as calmly as she could manage, but if she were honest, her own emotions were wreaking havoc on her insides. She was just as angry, but also worried. 

“I know,” she said, “but there was no time, fighting a Jedi on a Separatist ship, even if it’s not destroyed…” She shook her head, at least the ship was destroyed but…it was likely that Sidious would learn of Maul’s survival. What that meant for them, she didn’t know. It did make things difficult, however; they could not return to Dathomir and the Republic would come for them… likely so would the Separatists if their actions became known. 

Maul just gave a growl and his hands twitched. He let out a deep sigh and watched as she crossed the room, heading to the small medical bay in order to check on Savage. 

In the room, Feral sat by the cot, wrapping bandages around one of his brother’s forearms  and Savage himself seemed barely conscious, his eyes unfocused. 

“How has he been?” she asked. 

“I applied bacta, but he has… burns, like--” 

“Lightning,” Maul finished in a hoarse whisper, now right behind Zaiya. “It was my former Master’s favourite method of discipline, it seems his current apprentice has learned the same technique…” there was a look that crossed Maul’s face, the pale blue light from the wall unit reflecting on his face. For just a second he looked so vulnerable. Zaiya felt sadness and anger burn in her chest, she hated that she had waited so long. 

She turned back and stepped over to the big Zabrak, he could barely fit in the cot, his head shifting from side to side. 

“Savage,” she whispered, “can you hear me?” His fluttering eyes suddenly flew open and before she could stop him, his huge hand was around her throat. Feral and Maul jumped, ready to attack as she held up her hands at the same time.

“Where am I?!” he cried, but then his eyes seemed to focus and he released his grip.

“It’s alright,” she soothed, to the others. “Savage, do you remember me?” 

“I… I know you…” he said, but it sounded strained. 

“Feral,” she called, suppressing a cough. She was sure she was going to be bruised again. Feral stepped over and Savage’s eyes snapped toward the movement. His eyes widened again. 

“Brother,” Feral said gently, “you're safe now.” Savage slowly sat up, then he spotted Maul.

“Brother…” he whispered. It seemed that of all people, he recognised Maul with the most surety. Feral made a face and she instinctively laid a hand on his shoulder. 

“The spell has suppressed much of his memory,” she explained, and hoped he would not take it personally. She looked at Savage and gingerly reached out. “I need you to relax for me,” she said. He just watched her with those big golden eyes as she carefully laid her hands on either side of his head. He tensed but it seemed the residual memories of her told him she was safe. 

A green glow emanated from her fingers and she got to work unravelling parts of the spell. They looked like threads to her, and she had to carefully untie the thread holding his memories. The rest of the spell that had made him so large and imposing however, was not something she had the power to undo. 

Savage groaned, and she felt his large hands lay over hers, fingers digging in while she worked. She grit her teeth as his nails bit through her gloves. He was in pain, memories were not an easy thing to recover… 

Her hands began to shake slightly with the strain, the green smoke flowing from the contact points of her fingers. A moment later, he relaxed and  it was done. She withdrew her hands, stinging and aching from the pressure of his grip, but it needed to happen. 

“Savage…?’ Feral asked quietly. Savage looked up and his face changed into one of utter relief. 

“Feral!” he rasped. Zaiya stepped back as Savage wrapped Feral in a tight hug. 

It was a moment of light in what was otherwise four very dark lives. The family was finally together again. 

“Where are we?” Savage asked as he pulled back. 

“My ship,” Zaiya explained, “when we were small, Maul and I swore to travel, and bring you with us.” She gestured to the group. “That time has finally come.” 

“We aren’t returning to Dathomir?” he asked and Feral’s head lowered. 

“No,” Zaiya said, “I…” 

“She defied Talzin when she heard you were in danger,” Maul supplied, arms folded across his chest. “It was she that told the Jedi where you were.” 

“She betrayed me?!” Savage growled. 

“She was always going to, Ventress and Talzin do not care for anyone other than their own power and their goals. They would sacrifice any of us to get what they want,” Zaiya sneered. 

“Will the others be alright?” Feral asked quietly. A silence fell over the room. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. There was a likelihood that the Nightbrothers may be punished… or even Zaiya’s mother. But if Talzin could not use it as leverage anymore, would it be worth her trouble? Zaiya couldn't be sure, but even before she had made the choice she knew she would be burdened by it. 

“As much as retrieving Savage was important…” Maul began and Zaiya had a significant sense of dread crawling up her back like a blackbane spider. “I still have unanswered questions, Lieutenant. You pushed the conversation away before, but now I want answers. Tell me about the collar.” 

Zaiya’s head lowered. She had begun to hope she would not have to tell him after dodging the question last time. There was no escaping it now. 

She would have to face the truth.

She would have to tell him about Zygerria. 

Notes: If you notice me posting late -- no you didn't!

I mean… Hello there. >> I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Savage is back! Lets hope his memory is intact and he's alright. :/ Poor guy. They've all kinda been through the wringer, huh? But! Now they are altogether again! Except Feral's boyfriend of course… Are they gonna meet again? Next chapter… Zaiya finally has to come clean. Will Maul accept it? Or will he turn her away for her weakness?

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WIP Update

Hi, between work and uni, I haven't been able to write a lot lately, which sucks, but I graduate in about a month (!!) which means that starting about midway through December, I'll have way more free time and creative motivation to get fics out. In the meantime, here's a rundown of all the wips I've got going through my head that will hopefully get updates/see the light of day soon (warning for nsfw fics)

Published WIPs

Promptober

I'm over a month late and only on day 10, so least to say, she's my highest priority. Currently I'm working on day 11: oviposition, and it's almost done, so that should hopefully get out this week! If you're not into that, day 12 is a cute Padme and Luke fluff, so you can look forward to that one instead.

Higher on the Streets

This is a podracer!Anakin and kind of sugar daddy senator!Obi-Wan fic that currently only has one chapter published several months ago, but rest assured, it haunts me every single day. It's not abandoned! But this was my venture into trying to write a multichap where I post chapters as I write them instead of once the fic is complete, and as it turns out, my brain doesn't like working like that. The second chapter is in progress, though it's kinda low on my priority list.

now there are four of them

Sith!Obikin x canon!obikin. This is my favorite of my posted wips, and I'm already several thousand words into a part two, I just have to have the time to really dedicate myself to writing it, because if you've read my smut fics before, you know they're obscenely long. As a sneak peak for part two, Obi-Wan uses the artifact to visit the sith and gets lowkey cucked. ALSO because I've had people ask me, part three WILL be Vader/Anakin, promise promise promise

Omegaverse Week 2021

YES this is still a wip because I'm the WORST. I've had day 7 almost done for over a year. I just need to finish it. Please give me the motivation to finish it. It's body worship, fluffy, so wholesome, I just have to finish it.

will it feel like the end?

Omega prince of the sith Anakin is betrothed to alpha king of the jedi Obi-Wan after the death of Anakin's mother and father. Not only does Anakin want nothing to do with the Jedi, but he has suspicions that King Obi-Wan is behind his parents' murders.

I really did omegaverse week dirty huh, I said over a year ago that I would turn this one shot into a fic, and I got so many comments asking me to do just that. And Yet. It'll happen. I swear it'll happen. I mainly just need to get my thoughts together for it.

Unpublished WIPs

gather ye children of men

TW: religious trauma, internalized homophobia

I, like all the other obikins, watched that angels and demons movie and felt things. Alas, I don't know enough about catholicism to write a priest kink, so I had to improvise. I give you: southern baptist preacher's son Obi-Wan is asked to be a good influence on local bad boy Anakin, who's fallen away from christ in pursuit of tattoos, piercings, alcohol, and *gasp* homosexuality.

all the skins of a life in this world

TA!Anakin who's in love with professor!Obi-Wan. In order to try to get over his feelings, he joins a BDSM discord server where he meets Mod Ben. Possibly trans!Anakin? Still thinking about that one.

if brokenness is a work of art

TW: child abuse, trauma

Master!Anakin agrees to take on padawan!Obi-Wan as his apprentice after Obi-Wan's master, Maul, is deemed unfit for duty in the aftermath of the Clone Wars. Obi-Wan has some strange habits, however. He only speaks when spoken to, doesn't keep any personal possessions, and has cast off all the friends he'd made when he was a youngling. At first, Anakin puts it down to the stresses of going into the Clone Wars too young and being reassigned to a new master, but as time goes on, Anakin starts to question what really happened to Obi-Wan when he was with Maul.

This is probably my favorite one here, but it's a newer idea, so I'm still working through the planning process to make sure that everything works out the way I want it to. More likely than not, it'll actually probably be platonic Obi-Wan & Anakin rather than shipping just because of the nature of everything.

currently unnamed fic

My newest idea, as is apparent by the lack of title, so I don't completely have a summary yet? But it's modern/magic au, definitely a darkfic, lots of whump for obikin especially but also everyone else they drag into their problems.

Those are my wips! I greatly anticipate the day that I can write about things that aren't ancient scandinavian poetry and the effectiveness of college entrance exams. If you've gotten this far, asks about wips or any of my other fics are always welcome <3

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The New Apprentice Part 5

Maul x sith!reader 

Word Count: 3135  

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, remnants of a battle field and dead bodies, pining, fluff

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       When your transport touched down on Malachor you didn't feel the urge to run in exploration like you had exhibited with Corellia or Dathomir. You absolutely felt that familiar pull from the force, you were in the right place but you were still hesitant. When the door opened and the ramp hissed out you turned to your master for instruction.

"I cannot guide you here apprentice. You felt the call and now, you must answer it. I will follow but you must lead the way." He extended his arm out towards the horizon.

    Before continuing you reached down and removed your shoes wearing only the wrap from kicking the golden Zabrack’s horn. You took a deep breath and walked off of the ship with your eyes closed. A quiet gasp escaped your lips the second you felt the blackened rock underfoot. It was colder than you had expected. So much colder that it sent a chill up your spine and tapped into your anxiety. It was snuffed out when you felt a gentle pinging tug, deeper inside your belly than when you had felt it on Dathomir.

    You knew your eyes would be worthless and possibly even get in the way of this endeavor so you tore at the hem of your pants and fashioned a blindfold. As he said he would, Maul simply watched you, knowing your journey here would be much different than his own. Despite the fact he didn't really understand why you needed to be barefooted and blind.

    You led the way across the barren landscape only interrupted by the occasional black spire. Wind whipped around you. A vast crevice ripped through the rock in front of you and your master almost reached out to stop you from falling into it but you had come to a halt. Curling your toes around the edge. You felt the call come from the depths of this haunted place. Once you sensed it you gracefully leapt into the hellscape below followed by Maul.

      The air was stagnant, completely void of life. You felt like you had interrupted a deadly pantomime with the slightest twitch of your finger. Although you could not see the bodies that lay out before you, specks of residue that once were life force signatures permeated your senses. Light and dark.

"They're here master."

"You can feel them." It wasn't a question so much as an acknowledgement.

    You avoided the rougher terrain and the thousands of bodies expertly. In a way you could see them but it wasn't outlines so much as it was wavering hues.

"Were they Jedi?"

"Some of them, yes. Many of them, no. Malachor was a battlefield in the war between the Sith and the jedi, while our numbers were expansive."

    You felt the pulse of what you searched for nearby so you removed your blindfold to mourn all the lives had been lost or thrown away. Seeing now for the first time the true extent of the carnage. Many forms stood in what seemed like mid war cries or attack stances. Your brow furled in confusion.

"Many of them didn't fall to the saber or the attack of an opponent?"

"You are correct. The Sith hold a powerful weapon at the apex of our temple. One that has the ability to rob a vicinity of every ounce of life."

"So, no one won this battle.."

"Not this battle, everyone lost greatly. But it was our numbers that were permanently decimated before the rule of two was put into place." You nodded at his explanation. Staring into the ashen eyes of a Sith warrior frozen in battle with a jedi in front of you. You reached out and brushed a knuckle across his cheek. Your vision all but blacked while stars danced in front of them, your skin tingling. The pulse you felt stronger than ever.

"I WON’T LEAVE HER HERE!"....... your master's voice screamed. "Brother you must trust her. We have to leave … NOW." Savage surged forward trying to pull Maul along with him. They were missing limbs, dust kicking up underfoot.

Your eyes snapped open and fell upon the lord that stood before you.

"What did you see?" Maul asked from behind you.

"I... I don't know."

    The form of the man you had touched shifted in front of you as if life sprung from his soul once again. He reached to his side and took his second saber in his free hand. Dropping to his knee with ridged movements he held the two weapons out to you. You bowed your head to the warrior and accepted the gifts he offered to you.

    They felt light in your hands, much lighter than the one that hung from your belt. Their hum synced with your heartbeat.

"You must... extinguish...the fear.." his voice was wavering with a slight echo, growling almost as if it hurt to speak. You ignited the new blades, one stretching long and slim, the other half of its length and ever so slightly thicker. A wave of power washed over you, you were on the right path.

"The shadow.. cannot exist... without the light..." the warrior fell, his ashen body crumbling and drifted away in a wind that didn't blow as well as the remains of the jedi he was frozen in time with. Their dust intermingling in the air before falling to the bedrock. You removed the saber you had stollen and corrupted and let it fall to the earth.

    Your master sat in awe at what had played out before you both as you turned to face him. The ground started to shake unevenly, pebbles dancing across the land.

"We have to leave." He whispered harshly. "Now!" Maul pulled you out of your state, dragging you away until your feet caught up with your racing pulse. The two of you pounded your feet along the path you had come here on until the sky opened up above you. Maul jumped to the top before you could, shouting for you to follow. The opening shifted and started to close, panic in your master's eyes. You hadn’t exuded enough to make it to the opening and clung to a shelf just out of his grasp both of your arms reaching to one another.

"Master, I'm slipping I can't hold on." His eyes calmed.

"Darling let go. I've got you." You closed your eyes and released your grip trusting your master. You felt warmth from his force energy envelop your body as he lifted you out of the hole just as the crevasse closed behind you. Falling into his physical arms he held you tightly, protectively. You felt his relief ripple out of him and mix with your own.

    Heat flickered across your skin and you took a step back as he released you.

"What... what was that down there?" You stuttered. Maul pinched his chin with his finger and thumb, eyes down, in silence for a time.

"I honestly don't know. Nothing like that happened to me during my times in this place or on Korriban. Nor have I witnessed anything in its like. What I do know is that you got what you came for and were then in a way told to leave. I believe we must follow that last instruction and get back to Dathomir." You nodded in an apprehensive agreement and made your way back towards the ship just as the planet started to tremor again.

    You turned and took in the sight of Malachor one last time before your master closed the hatch and hurried to take off.

 ~~~~~

      It's like he was waiting for her. Like they weren't his blades, he was simply holding them for her. Extinguish the fear... what could that possibly mean. What will she bring down in this universe? Once the ship was positioned correctly, he made the jump to hyperspace. They had traveled two rotations to Corellia and another to get to Malachor. Three rotations.. what did she see in her vision when she first touched the fallen Sith?

    Maul stood and left the cockpit behind him wanting to give you some kind of guidance but he needed more information. He found you with your legs crossed sitting in the middle of the common area. Your eyes closed, feet still bare and your sabers resting in front of you.

    He sat behind you, his back lightly contacting yours. He relaxed and tried to extend his consciousness to meld with your own, this time purposeful. Maybe you could show him what you saw there. He couldn't reach you though, your mind was shut to everything around you. The only exception being a pinhole allowing the force itself inside but nothing else. He wouldn't force his way in. He could but he didn’t.

    Maul spent his time reading through the Holo-net News, limited strength training and occasionally trying to reach you to no avail. He tried to rest but found he couldn't. Insomnia back in full force without you. The restless sleep he was able to find was riddled with nightmares of Lotho Minor. He didn't realize exactly how strongly he had subconsciously come to rely on your presence. He growled in frustration both on what would be his third night without so much as an hour of uninterrupted rest and his attachment to you. He had never been attached to anything before. You had taken hold of him rather quickly.

    The familiar sound of the nav system indicating their arrival proved a comforting distraction as he guided the ship back to their camp. His apprentice's rancor Angel stomped out of the woods and finally your eyes opened.

"We're here already?"

"You've been meditating for the equivalency of three days now. We're you able to expand on your vision at all?"

"Not much but... well.. it's better that I show you."

    Maul watched as you stood and strode over to him. You took his hands and held them to your cheeks, taking another step towards him until your bodies were a breath apart. You felt the heat from his breath when you held him the same way you had directed him. Slowly drawing yourself forward and pressing your foreheads together, lips almost brushing. He trembled at the intimacy before figures danced in his mind.

    He saw what you had seen on Malachor. Him screaming for you and Savage denying access while you stood, arms raised holding something unseen back with the force. Savage made him leave you there. The two of them ran as well as they could to a destination he couldn't fathom until he no longer felt your force signature.

 ~~~~~

      When the shared experience ended you pulled your head away slightly and opened your eyes. His stare met your own and you could see a sadness in them. A regret of an action that hadn't yet come to pass.

"To predict one's own death is..." you cut him off.

"We don't know that that's what I saw. You know better than I that the future is not set in stone, we don't know what it means or what comes after."

    You released him and turned to the cooler to fetch some water. Finally feeling the effects of going three rotations in a deep meditative state.

"You are my Master and I your apprentice. I have already mentally prepared to give my life if it means you would live or if I should fail. Should that be what I saw."

    Maul tensed at your words, unwilling to accept this, he made his way for you.

"This... this is more than a master and his apprentice." He tenderly held the outside of your hip. "It has been since I took Savage to the nightsisters. You know it. I know it. I do not know what this is or what it will become but it's much more complicated than what you say."

    You laced your fingers with his and leaned back into him. Reaching your other hand up and tracing light touches around the base of his horns that sprouted from the back of his head. He gripped you tighter and nestled his face into the crook of your neck, his chest gently vibrating. "I will always keep you safe." He murmured.

    His usual mental armor had fallen away and although you didn't probe, it felt as if his thoughts pushed their way into your mind.

    Slowly...   gently... do not... devour her....

    Heat pooled in your lower abdomen and you whimpered. Turning into his hold you looked up into his glowing eyes, his pupils just starting to dilate. Cupping the nape of his neck you pulled his lips into yours. Lightly gliding them across his until you took hold in a passionate kiss. Maul groaned, had he ever felt this before? He couldn't remember if there ever was a time where he had.

    His hands and his lips acted in stark differences. His fingers held your hips hard enough you were sure their print would remain after his touch left. But his lips, his tongue; they danced gracefully almost meekly with your own. Your pulses hammered in your chests, faces flushed and nerves on fire.

    Not.. not yet...

    He delicately broke the connection between your mouths but your grasps remained. Struggling to catch your breath, he traced your jawline with his nail, gazing into you with adoration. "Patience." He whispered. "You haven't eaten in days." You chuckled and turned away to satisfy one of your hungers; cheeks still heated.

"Once you've satiated yourself bring your new sabers outside and we will verify that your blockage was in fact the jedi's weapon."

"Alright master." You replied, generously slathering butter on bread.

    He left you to it and exited the ship to stretch his legs. The kiss already feeling like it had only been a dream. He knew it was real though. Proven by a new found confidence in the air around you when you met him outside. New weapons in hand you ignited them. Maul did the same and took his ready position.

    Your forms were a night and day comparison to what they had been a few days previously. You dodged his attacks with intricate acrobatics and strong parries. Maul still got the better of you more than a few times but the difference was adamant.

"Well done. Much better. Still, lots of room for improvement but the simple switch in your weaponry has made an obvious change for the better." You bowed your head.

"Thank you master. I'm sure my abilities will be honed under your instruction."

"I have no doubt of that little one,” a mischievous glimmer twinkled in his eyes.

    You lifted your head to smile at him but something pricked at the back of your neck causing your hair to stand on end.

"Savage..." Maul whispered. "He's in pain."

    You wasted no time and made your way over to Angel, whispering something. He took off running towards the nightsister's encampment.

"I'm on it master. Its time he come home to us." You sat and closed your lids, taking over the mind of your beast and seeing clearly through his eyes.

"We will be in over our heads if we go to them directly and I personally don’t wish for the wrath of witches... if I can cause a large enough distraction for him to get to us..."

~~~~~

     The nightsister's camp was being ransacked by an enraged beast. Savage, covered in deep scratches and bloody bite marks could sense the familiarity as he stumbled out of the rocky fortress towards the barren clearing. "Angel?" The nightsisters had passed him without thought as they retreated into their temple to regroup. While they were out of sight Savage trusted his instincts and jumped onto the back of the beast, allowing it to whisk him away.

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     When you could see they were almost to camp you opened your eyes and stood. Maul watched you closely but gave the both of you some space when Savage entered the camp on the back of Angel. He slid down the monster and made his way over to you. His body language gave off an air of awkwardness and his eyes were filled with regret.

"Young one... I'm so, so sor-."

    You launched yourself up into his arms, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. Your feet dangled off the ground just below his knees. It took him a moment to get over his shock before he returned your embrace fervently, scrunching up his eyes.

"Please just... shut up. It's alright. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." He set you down tenderly on the ground.

"I'm glad your back, YOU think I'm funny." You shot a playful glare over at your master who responded by coming up to your side and possessively running a finger down your spine before settling his palm across your lower back.

    Savage just glanced back and forth between the two of you, computing what had happened in the week he had been away.

"You two.. uh." Maul cut him off by turning on his heel with his hands behind his back looking at him over his shoulder.

"Some things have changed others have not Savage. What hasn't changed is that we will need an army to take our revenge and bring down the jedi. If my memory serves me correctly there are Weekquay pirates who can be paid to become loyal to our cause. Our next move is to acquire their services. We have much headway to cover. Your sister apprentice has made enough headway in her fighting skills to be battle ready.”

    Maul made his way back to the transport leaving Savage to blink at you slowly pointing at his brother's back with a confused look on his face. You giggled in response and linked your arm in his, waving goodbye to Angel possibly for the last time before boarding.

    It wasn't a long trip to the Sertar sector. It gave you enough time to excitedly fill in Savage on your experiences on Corellia and Malachor. Of course, he tried to ask about you and Maul under hushed breath but you only waggled your eyebrows at him. Eliciting a both a breathy chuckle followed by a slightly disgusted groan.

    Your master stayed in the cockpit most of the journey in thought. Thanking the Maker that you were on good terms with his brother, although he did have to fight occasional jealous pangs at your closeness. It was better that you two were friendly. When the planet Florrum came into view he readied the three of you for the next step of your adventure.

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