Warnings/Notes: mentions of the Jedi purge. The Reader teasing Maul a bit. Platonic. This idea was triggered by the teaser trailer for Star Wars: Maul - Shadow Lord.
Summary: After a long wait, the Reader finally reunites with Maul in the early stages of the new Empire.
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Patience. Patience was a very strong skill to have within your arsenal. It could be fleeting for others, especially in regards to certain situations. You had plenty.
Deep within the metropolis, lined with colorful lights, you waited. The patience you clawed onto for so long was to be rewarded. It nearly had your fingers itching to cling onto something else for a change.
Well hidden in your acquired apartment, you stood alone. The simple yet comfortable furnishings had long become familiar to you. Dimly lit by a single light fixture, you breathed in the quiet.
A faint click and a soft swish to the entrance door, and not a trace of fear entered your veins. It soon closed and you remained with your back toward it. The cybernetic footsteps that followed were not alarming in the least. Not when you had since became accustomed to their sound. No droid could ever step with such focus and precision.
"You kept me waiting… I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about me." You spoke honestly. There was no need to hide from him, not when he could sense such things.
"You have more patience than most," Maul stated, his voice calm in the space between you. "Or has that attribute of yours been waning in my absence?"
A smirk pulled at your lips. "I do believe that my patience still rivals your own."
Humming in his mild amusement, he glanced around. Nothing extravagant or worth noting struck out to him. It was a most humble dwelling at its surface.
Curious, you turned around. Your focus was not on the stunning zabrak, but at the entrance. An inner restraint kept your eyebrows from furrowing in your confusion. "Is your loyal lieutenant not with you?"
Golden eyes set on you. "Kast is taking care of other business."
It was a wonder not to see Rook Kast, the Mandalorian within arm's length of her rightful leader. "I'm sure she jumped at the opportunity," you said, your snide remark being dutifully overlooked.
Striding over the short distance casually, Maul stood before you. His gaze hunted for answers of any kind. "And what of you?" He asked with a tone too smooth in anyone's regard to his appearance. "Hiding in a metropolis?"
"Hiding?" Your sudden smile at his inquiry pulled a laugh out of you. "It's my hunting ground."
Despite his menacing markings, they could not conceal the intrigue painting his face.
You continued. "The Jedi are being hunted, purged from the very galaxy that they sought to protect…" You took a breath, not entirely wanting to bring up a specific person of interest into the conversation. Then again, it would be inevitable. "The Emperor's inquisitors are roughly easy to keep track of. People mention sightings of them, even if they do not know who they are."
Maul followed your line of sight when your eyes flickered over to a small table.
"Which brings me to this," you said. Reaching over to the holopad resting on the table, you grabbed it swiftly. A few slides of your finger across the screen, and a single picture took center focus. "Even with your hood up," you stated, showing him his Imperial wanted poster, "your features can be quite striking. Fugitive at large…"
Grumbling, Maul began to pace.
A crease sank between your brows. "The Emperor wants you dead now--"
"I am of no use to him as I was before," he cut you off, an irritation brewing at the subject. "He began to see me as a rival…but now…I know too much. I know who he truly is… What he always was… That makes me a liability to his new Empire."
When he got like this, you too tended to gain that knowledge. But he needed to speak, to work and sort things out. Being in the mode of survival for too long could do that, or worse, to a person.
However things were and appeared, you could not let him spiral. Not then.
"You're worth a lot of credits, you know," you said slowly, gaining both his attention and a raise of his eyebrow ridge, his pacing ceased. "And hiding from the Empire can get expensive…"
"Are you considering turning me in?" He asked, amusement filling his syllables.
You smiled. "This would be a fine trap, wouldn't it?"
With narrowed eyes, he drank in your expression, analyzing every detail of your face. "No," he took an easy breath, leaning back on his heels in his conclusion. "You would not."
A grin broke out over your face. "I would never. You know me too well to assume such a thing."
Maul clasped his hands behind his back. "One must remain cautious. Even of those closest to you."
"Oh?" Your brows popped up at his words. And it had been far too long since you had worked alongside him. Perhaps with a large neon target on his back, he would not mind a little experienced assistance. "And how close are you wanting to work with me under these…circumstances?"
Maul inclined his head, eyes piercing with determination. "Much more closely."
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Warnings/Notes: This fanfiction was originally posted on my deviantart and...I forgot about it (circa 2019) 😅 Established relationship. Use of "my dear". Also, the Reader grabbing/squeezing Maul's butt, probably best if you didn't do that.
Summary: The Reader and Maul finish training for the day, but will the Reader act on a moment's thought?
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Your training was moving forward as expected. It was your drive to improve that assured this, not the challenges that Maul could provide as you had once told him. A certain steadfast determination that he could sense escalated when he was only observing your skills.
Maul watched as you cooled down from your sparring session with him by practicing the essential fighting forms. He only intervened when he thought it necessary to correct your stance, even if it was by a fraction of a degree.
“A rotation of the wrist makes all the difference when you are punching someone, my dear.”
“Understood.”
“Not that you would have to since you have your lightsaber with you at all times.”
“I think you should make up your mind as to whether you still want me to train or engage in conversation.”
Maul smiled, “You’ve trained enough for today. Well done.”
“And a compliment? Either I’m doing something right or you’re being very forgiving.” Letting out a sigh, you straightened up and stretched your arms.
“Perhaps both.”
“Mmhm,” you rolled your eyes, exiting the training room. “Are we going to read up on the galactic news on the HoloNet after this?”
“Yes, is that not what we agreed to earlier?” Maul asked, falling in line beside you.
“I was just checking in the off-chance that you had changed your mind.”
“I will be sure to notify you if that was the case.”
Upon entering the kitchenette, you made your way straight to the hydrator. Pouring yourself a glass of pure water, you had to refrain from chugging down the entire drink. It had become a quiet moment as you stood aside sipping at your refreshment and Maul stepped over to retrieve his own.
Your next thought was so sudden, that it held only an intention without a need for words. Was this sort of idea common for you? No. Were you willing to entertain yourself for a moment? Yes.
Maul had no precognitive sense to warn him of the action. It was a quick and unexpected sensation to his rear. Initially, he stiffened for a moment, acknowledging what had just occurred. Had you really just grabbed his butt? He looked over at you quizzically, but did not utter a single word.
With a simple shrug, you winked at him and hid your smirk behind your glass as you continued to drink water.
“How is it that you can still surprise me?”
“It’s a gift.” You smiled.
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Word Count: 525
Warnings/Notes: Reader is feeling playful and takes Maul’s lightsaber. Light verbal warning, nose nudges, and a brief kiss. I’m keeping the original title for this. I think this was supposed to go in a slightly different direction, but it’s been a few years since I had written this idea for a fanfic.
Summary: The Reader is feeling playful and decides to take Maul’s lightsaber. Maul watches them closely and asks for it back, but they refuse.
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Moods. Changing like a tide and largely affected by a greater outside force.
As your day progressed, you found yourself in a rather teasing and playful mood. It was a wonder why you took so long to find Maul. He had not moved for quite some time. The holopad within his grasp had been holding his attention with a variety of news outlets. The holopad, however, was not what you were after.
Locking your eyes on your target, you moved stealthy forward casually. The long silver hilt of his lightsaber hung on his belt, nearly motionless.
Even if you were to make an actual effort in being sneaky, it would not work. He was always aware. Always. Force or no Force, you were sure it was natural for him.
Walking by him, you gingerly reached out and snatched the weapon off of his belt.
Maul rose a brow ridge, his eyes chasing the motion of your hand. At the sound of him setting the holopad on the table in front of him, you turned around, pausing your movements with a hidden smile.
Overlooking your posture, he likewise sensed your demeanor. He studied you, something he found himself doing occasionally. Eyes flickering around your face, he stopped. “My lightsaber,” he requested with a sigh. But you made no indication that you were going to move.
Slowly, he approached. I’m only going to ask you once more.“
You shook your head in refusal, smiling. Though when he got within arm’s reach, you swiftly hid the hilt behind your back with both hands.
Maul stood stoic in front of you. With his closeness, you could feel both his body heat and his breath as he exhaled smoothly. All the while, neither of you broke eye contact.
Placing his hands on your shoulders, Maul slid them all the way down your arms. When his hands reached yours, they molded over yours in a gentle grip.
Another moment of staring at the other, you finally made a move. A simple nudge, from the tip of your nose to his.
Maul’s face relaxed and his shoulders followed suit, and hung low. Adoringly, he smiled at you and nose nudged you back. It was brief, but as you kissed him sweetly, his breath caught. Would he ever get used to such an action? A gesture that he obviously returned.
Slipping one of your hands out from under his, you offered his lightsaber.
He took it almost leisurely, and clipped it back onto his belt. With his other hand, he continued to hold yours, bringing them to your sides and out of hiding.
“Do you need to return to your holopad?”
“Not presently,” he voiced silkily, his free hand lightly pushing against your lower back until you closed the small gap of space between the pair of you.
You hummed contently. “Maybe I should spoil you,” you thought aloud. Resting a hand along his arm, you gave his bicep a teasing squeeze.
As important as his lightsaber was, it was only a tool for Maul to use. You were exceedingly more important. Someone he cared about, and who cared about him in return.
Warnings: Mentions of abduction, canon violence, injuries/wounds, angst, Reader tied up (bound at the wrists), and fluff.
Notes: I feel like I don’t write hurt/comfort enough. Hah, and I may have enjoyed writing Maul going from absolutely feral to a softie too much.
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Abduction was not a part of your plans when you had arrived at the docks in Mandalore that morning. All you wanted to do was oversee the new shipments as they were unloaded from the ships. It had been proceeding well at the time. There even came a moment when you knew you would unleash compliments about the operations to Maul. However, you never got the chance to return to the palace. The group appeared to form out of thin air. Those on the docks did their best to fend them off, but they were out-numbered and caught off-guard.
Hours had passed since then. There was no telling where you were aside from the small room you were being held in. The room smelled of a stale light scent. You much rather not figure out the source of it, whether it was still in the room or elsewhere. It was particularly unpleasant. For this, despite your hesitance, you did not breath deeply.
This group, your captors, did not skimp out on details. A scratchy fabric bound your wrists together, rather than a cuff or chain of some sort. Likewise, you never caught a glimpse of their faces. Each one wore a helmet for one reason or another. That was the only similarity they had in common. All of their styles of clothing varied, creating no sense of uniformity. From is, you could only assume they were bounty hunters. Bounty hunters held no allegiance. Or so you were told by Maul once.
Your body had ceased aching long ago. However, you knew that you would develop bruises eventually, if not already, from knocking around their ship and being tossed to the hard ground. Oddly enough, you would find yourself left alone with only yourself and your thoughts. They knew you were not going anywhere. Wondering about your capture definitely became one of your first questions. Were you a part of a random and spontaneous napping, or was this all well-thought out? You did not recall doing anything wrong or harming someone in any way. If it had been planned, they likely knew that you held a significant importance because you lived in the palace. Beyond that, they held no detail further than that. And for that reason, they would not see their fate until it was too late.
Your eyes became heavy again, exhausted and in dire need of sleep. It would have to wait though. You dared not to let your guard down, whether someone was in the room with you or not.
The door opened, and your head snapped back up, wide awake. A group of them ushered in, but just as quickly turned away from you. Weapons drawn, they faced the now shut door in defensive stances. There they stared, waiting in the dense silence.
You swallowed dryly in your confusion and fear. What could they be preparing for?
In the distance, beyond the outside of the room, came a mixture of muffled yelling.
Now it had occurred to you. It could mean only one thing—
Another more chilling scream cut off mid-breath.
—or someone.
Such a sound should not give anyone a sense of hope and impending relief as much as you felt it. But it did.
While they were distracted, you huffed quietly, wiggling your body against the wall in an attempt to sit up straighter.
The yelling and pistol fire neared. The ones in the room shifted on their feet.
In an uncomfortable effort, you pulled and twisted at your bindings. Surely the fabric should give to some extent. As much as it scratched and irritated your skin, you persisted. Your breathing hastened with each second. Glancing between them nearly made you dizzy at the speed of your paranoia. You could not be caught freeing yourself. Not now. Timing was on your side. You hoped. Their priorities had changed. It all appeared to be in your favor.
The door only just slid open, its sound breaking the room of its tension. One of their own flew through the small opening, crashing into another. As they clamored on to the floor, a growl coursed to your ears, and your heart leapt. Maul.
For the tiniest fraction of a second, your eyes met. The usually clear orbs were clouded with a fiery haze, but sharp enough to pierce through any armor.
Launching himself at his closest opponent, it was hardly a challenge. They were in the midst of falling from their wound when he slashed his blade at the next one.
All you could do was gawk as he hunted and slaughtered each individual down in his unhinged rage.
Maul blocked and deflected what bolts shot toward him with unmatched precision. The light and dark sabers in his grasp painted the space around him. His deadly accuracy created a singed scent permeating through the room.
When the last one fell, you slumped in relief against the wall.
Maul surveyed the room with critical eyes. Deactivating his sabers, he clipped them to his belt and rushed over to you.
The echo of his cybernetics hitting the floor rang in your ears even as he knelt in front of you.
Reaching for your bindings, he ripped it apart effortlessly as if the fabric was entirely fragile and could turn to dust by simply breathing on it. It was discarded away from you in a haphazard pile on the floor.
Delicately, Maul took ahold of your hands. As they lied in his palms, he inspected your wrists wordlessly. The skin was more scratched up from your attempted escape endeavors. The determination was definitely there. Visible and clearly irritated. He looked to you then, his eyes impossibly soft. A stark contrast to his earlier menace.
He placed a gloved hand to your cheek. “You’re safe now,” he said, voice low and strangely calm for your current surroundings.
Everything happened so fast. After hours of waiting, for anything, it all ended within moments. A whimper caught in your throat. Barely audible, but enough to be noticeable by the zabrak in front of you. Mixed with the tears welling around your eyes, your braced state broke.
With heavy arms, you reached up tiredly to him.
Leaning into you closely, Maul gently nuzzled his face to yours as your arms hung over his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I have failed you,” he said, hand cradling yours to his chest.
You shook your head slowly, his nose poking into your cheek. “You didn’t. You’re here,” you whispered, tears now burning your eyes.
“And I shall take you out of here and back to Mandalore.”
Scooping you up into his arms, Maul straightened to his full height. As he turned with you toward the door, you could see the aftermath of his rage more closely. A light steam still lifted from the durasteel and other armor of your captors’ fatal injuries. It was ghastly. Thankfully, he walked you out of the room and into a long hall. The ease for your eyes, however, was short lived. No matter where you looked, you glimpsed a wreckage of unmoving bodies littering the floors.
Resting your head on his shoulder, you wanted to focus less on the carnage, and more on your rescuer. With a single hand, you placed your palm on his exposed chest. Feeling his warmth and hearts beat was a familiarity you needed after all of the previous events. Your senses became enveloped by him and only him. The fabric of his tunic brushing your cheek, the singular sound of his cybernetic feet making contact with the floor. Simply being with him again gave you comfort. You were safe. You were loved.
“Rest now,” Maul spoke soothingly. “We’ll be home soon.”
Your eyes grew heavy again.
When the sounds of the outside struck your ears, your interest peaked, if only a little.
“Lord Maul—” A mauldalorian.
“Prepare the ship. We go back to Mandalore immediately.”
And with his words, your eyes drifted closed.
Eyes opening with a slow flutter of eyelashes, initial confusion swept over you. There was no clue visible to you as to how much time had passed since you were carried over to the ship. As long as you were safe, you did not really care.
Letting out a wide yawn, you felt your body’s arrangement. Your entire form was curled up snugly into Maul’s embrace. Resting between his arms and legs, it was no wonder you had not moved.
Peeking up at him, you gave a soft smile. “You’re still here?”
Maul’s head was surrounded by pillows. It made the intricate headboard of the bed non-existent to your eye-line. You could only imagine how many were supporting his back.
“Of course. And I don’t plan on leaving you any time soon.” His tone was calm but direct. And after what you had been through, you were certain neither of you were going to leave the other’s side for the next few days. Or longer.
One of his hands began caressing up and down your arm fondly. A simple comfort that even he needed deeply. You were with him. Alive and safe under his protection.
“I was scared,” you muttered into his chest. A chest that stilled in his breathing, becoming solid in his momentarily tense state.
“They can’t harm you. Never again. I’ve guaranteed it. For now,” Maul’s voice grew unbelievably silky, “you can continue to rest. I will remain here for as long as you need me.”
You hummed contently, your fingers curling around a fold in his tunic. “Then, I guess you’re not going anywhere.”
He chuckled. A pleasant sound to finally hear. “As you wish,” he smiled, kissing your forehead with the utmost tender touch.
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Imagine Maul witnessing you lash out in anger for the first time:
“Wipe them out, Viceroy. All of them.“ The hologram of the ever cloaked Darth Sidious instructed before disappearing.
The Neimoidians remained still. They never did appear to handle encounters with the Lord of the Sith well. Even through a hologram. At least the Vicroy of the Trade Federation, Nute Gunray, could speak without imploding an internal organ. The same could not be said for his sidekick, Rune Haako. You swore that you could sometimes hear his lips quiver.
The order had finally been given, to launch the blockade, and soon, the invasion of Naboo. And you, were none too pleased. During Darth Sidious’s transmission, you had remained silent. The theories you and Darth Maul had voiced in private seemed to be soothed by only a few words from his master.
Pivoting on your heel, you stormed out of the Theed Palace throne room without a single word. The Neimoidians would not dare utter a syllable. Not unless they wanted to test the wrath of Maul. Or worse, you.
By the time you were down a hallway, Maul had caught up to you. You whipped around to face him, his eyes widened for a brief moment under the hood of his cloak. You were absolutely certain that he could sense your agitation boiling.
After a few choice words and Maul’s eyes narrowing in confusion, you spoke in basic. “...and these-these imbeciles,“ you snarled, making the corner of his mouth curve upward a fraction. “Does no one know battle strategy?“
Maul nodded slowly. At least one being in the galaxy had an understanding of you. “Save your rage,“ his voice softer than it had been upon first arriving to Naboo. “You may need it later.“
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Word Count: 465
Summary: While in Mandalore, the Reader is wearing Maul’s tunic, and it is quite a surprise to him.
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“Is that my tunic?” Maul asked, though you were absolutely sure that he knew the answer.
“Yes,” you smiled, peeking up at him for a moment from the holopad.
“Is there something wrong with one of yours?”
“No,” you replied simply again.
Maul’s face scrunched up in his confusion.
Perhaps you should have asked about the boundaries of sharing. Then again, you would have missed him trying to figure it out for himself.
“It breathes rather well,” you added and placed the holopad onto your lap. “Do you need it? I can give it back.”
Slowly, the rusted and unused gears of flirtation began to rotate in his mind. Maul’s head tilted in thought as he looked at you. With one small step, he began to walk toward the bedside.
“You would give me back my tunic?” He asked, stopping at your side. “Willingly?”
“Of course,” you shrugged matter-of-factly, leaning back into the headboard.
Maul chuckled then. “As you know…I don’t mind being without a tunic, but this is a different culture, a different society here in Mandalore. With my role and authority, I think it is best that I present myself with some decency in my appearance.”
“So, is this you asking for your tunic back?” You asked, reaching out to dance your fingertips across his abdomen.
“Yes,” he smiled, grabbing ahold of your hand and giving it a gentle kiss. “If you don’t mind.”
You laughed. It was almost rare, these elusive carefree moments. Then there was this sudden thoughtful sparkle in his golden eyes that made you hesitate.
“Maul~”
His hold on your hand tightened in the slightest. Lowering his head, almost crouching to your level as if readying himself to pounce, and then he let out a low growl.
“Don’t you dare,” you warned through your smile.
The mattress did not even creak as he placed a hand beside you. Leaning in with unyielding eye contact, he gave another throaty growl. In the next moment, he sprung on you. The holopad nearly flew off the bed from the flail of your legs and the subsequent squeal from you. The two of you were a bundle of laughter.
Maul’s hands did not leave you for a fraction of a second. He kissed your collarbone and slowly made his way upward. As his lips placed soft kisses in their wake, your laughter settled into a contented hum.
“You’re full of surprises, Lord Maul.”
He chuckled against your neck, a smile felt on your skin. “Perhaps…you are just distracted.”
Knock knock
A frown was quickly replaced Maul’s untroubled features. Lifting his head to be level with yours, he viewed your equally disappointed face.
“See you later then,” you grumbled, eyes narrowing toward the door.
“I’ll still be needing that tunic.”
Word Count: 364
Summary: The Reader wakes up before Maul does.
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As your eyes opened up to see the bedroom pooled in the cool morning light, your eyebrows knitted together. Why in the galaxy were you awake at this hour? Not even when you had something of importance to attend to or accomplish did you ever rise this early. Though, there were some instances where you had no other choice but to do so.
Firstly, you had to at least untangle yourself from the bedsheets. It made you wonder whether you slept well or not from the struggle. That, and you did not want the movement to jostle the bed too much. Afterward, you took a short breather before anything else. Not that you were in a hurry to start your day. Stretching out your limbs, you accidentally bumped your hand against your partner. When you looked at him, a smile spread over your lips.
It was a feat in itself that you woke up before Maul. There hardly was a day when you woke up and he was not already preparing to train. So, any spare time that you could get with him in the morning, you took it.
Rolling onto your side, you shimmied up behind him. You felt as he took a deep breath when you curled your arm over his middle.
“You’re awake early,” he hummed, hardly opening his eyes. He took up your hand, bringing it to his lips and gave it a soft kiss.
“I don’t know why though,” you admitted.
He chuckled. “To start your day. As we should now. Like any and every day since past.”
You tightened your hold around him when he began to push himself up from the bed. “No. We are not getting out of bed today.”
“Is that so?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at you. He appeared humored by your response, a small smirk twitching up at the corner of his mouth.
In reply, you swung a leg over his hip.
“As you wish, my love,” he sighed back down into the mattress. “You will eventually need something that will require you to leave the bed.”
“I know, but not just yet,” you said, nuzzling your face to his back.
Word Count: 341
Summary: Maul wakes up the Reader with kisses, he wants to spend time with them.
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Sleep, the body’s restart. A reboot and maintenance in its own way. A state of unconsciousness until you wake up, or until someone else decided your sleep cycle was sufficient.
Stirring, your senses were more alert than the empty thoughts in your mind. Not wanting to start your day just yet, you groaned softly and buried the side of your face into the pillow.
Just as your senses began to drift into a dormant state again, something soft brushed your skin. The speed at which you woke up and became aware of your surroundings was comparable to light-speed.
Blinking your vision into clarity, you saw exactly who was responsible.
“There’s really no need for a chrono with you around,” you yawned. “What happened to letting me sleep?”
“My apologies, Starlight,” Maul said, his voice soft and low. “I am hungry and I wanted to eat with you this morning.”
You hummed and rolled onto your back to get a good look at him. “Is the sun even up yet.”
“Yes…the sun is rising over the horizon. It is not an artificial light shining into this room.”
“Someone’s smug this morning,” you said, watching as his bright eyes searched yours.
A small smirk etched the corner of his mouth. “I am quite content.”
“All right,” you yawned, stretching out your limbs, “let me at least have a few more minutes in bed before you drag me out of her.”
“I wasn’t going to drag you anywhere, much less out of bed.”
The seriousness in his tone was brief. As you remained lying there, he too lowered himself down to enjoy a few restful moments. Being mindful of his horns, he nestled his head into the crook of your neck.
A smile grew on your lips when you felt his gently trailing the length of your neck.
You were thankful that moments like this were not few. Yes, there were days and instances that you and Maul needed some space and time for yourselves, but you would always need each other.
