I know this is different from the usual stuff I post. But I would like to open this up to SOME Star Wars stuff too. It’ll still primarily be a Transformer blog for now! But I am really in a Maul mood recently and just felt the need to write something for him! | Not Proofread
The Maul show was SO GOOD!! This won’t have any spoilers for the show! I just felt inspired to finally write something from Star Wars after rewatching it again today.
Your head is resting on a red and black chest, an arm was wrapped around your waist keeping you against the Zabrak in front of you. You could hear his double heartbeat under your ear which you must admit is quite soothing, if not for your constant worry to not move a muscle.
It is exceedingly rare to have these softer moments with Maul. He isn’t exactly the epitome of soft and gentle, he’s very quick to anger and moments of needing to be alone. Right now you felt like when you were a kid and you tried to act like you were invisible to be able to stay awake past your bedtime, hoping your parents forgot you were there. Instead, you don’t want to move and wake up Maul. Besides, he barely slept as is, haunted by thoughts he refused to share with you. This was one of the rare times he actually let you stay and sleep alongside him, and the even rarer time that you woke up before him.
You had absentmindedly been tracing some of his tattoos on his chest with an exceptionally light touch, nothing that would have woken him up. You doubted he was ticklish… Your legs were falling asleep from how you’ve been in the same position but you don’t dare move. However, one thing did catch you off guard. The Zabrak under you started purring. You didn’t even know they could do that, least of all him. ‘I need to look into Zabrak biology more…’ you thought to yourself.
When he shifted a little you froze again, your finger stopped its tracing on his chest. Going back to your frozen state. ‘Don’t move, don’t move. He looks so peaceful right now-‘ you thought, amongst a storm of other stuff quickly running through your head. You had nothing else to do right now so you just vocalized a lot of stuff in your head to keep you entertained.
“Quiet your mind…” he mumbled, his eyes were still closed and you didn’t even realize he had woken up. His words had no real bite behind them. All the thoughts that had been running though your mind suddenly dissipated. “Sorry.” You admit sheepishly, you really didn’t mean to wake him up.
The room fell back into silence, and you went back to tracing his tattoos. It was a weirdly soothing act for you and he wasn’t really making any moves to stop you. His arm did tighten around your waist a little bit which made you bite back a smile. Leaning back a little bit you looked up at him. His eyes were half lidded, his yellow eyes didn’t hold that usual anger or frustration in them. Instead, you could still see the exhaustion beneath them, the same exhaustion he always tried to hide under his severity.
“What?” He caught you staring. Granted, you weren’t exactly being the most sneaky person about it. Just openly admiring and examining his face. “Nothing.” You responded and he just hummed. His hand slid from your waist up to the back of your head where he gently pushed your head back down onto his chest. Nobody else would believe this version of him existed if you told anyone. You never would, that would be a huge breach of his trust, and he already didn’t give out his trust very often.
You kept yourself relatively still, you were content listening to his two hearts and the sound of his breathing. After several minutes of laying there you decide to take a chance. “You should get some more sleep…” You whispered.
“You haven’t slept good in two days.” Silence followed that, and you were afraid you overstepped. You opened your mouth to apologize when he sighed. “It’s… difficult.” He said quietly.
You were aware what was implied when he said that. Nightmares, memories, rage that never seemed to truly quiet. You would never push for information from him, you’ve learned that mistake. You shifted slightly in his arms until you could see into his eyes while still laying down. For a moment you were worried he would pull away. That the vulnerability of this moment would become too much and he would retreat behind coldness again like he usually does.
Instead, he just watched you silently. You hesitated for a moment, you really didn’t want to ruin this moment with a stupid movement… You reached up slowly, slow enough to gauge his reaction if he was going to growl or pull away from you like you’ve known him to do before. When he didn’t seem to do any of that you brush your fingers along his cheek and up to the base of one of the horns on his head. You remain almost featherlight in your touches, as if too hard of one would remind him of his anger and he would leave. It’s a very fine line you have to walk with him.
Maul exhales softly through his nose, it wasn’t one of annoyance. You’ve heard that one countless times. This was tiredness. “You indulge in dangerous habits.” He says, his eyes haven’t left yours even while you do your own thing.
“Touching you?” You ask, bringing your hand back down to cup his cheek gently. He ever so slightly leaned into your hand, it was almost a blink and you’ll miss it type deal.
“Caring for me.” That caught you off guard. The honesty in his voice wasn’t what you were expecting. You were expecting him to say anything other than that. He hardly shows any emotions that aren’t anger or frustration. He’s calm sometimes, but it always has an unsteady feeling, like a ticking time bomb. So for him to say something vulnerable like this was basically uncharted territory for you.
There was a long moment of silence, where he then shifted you around in his arms and moved your head to his neck so he could rest his chin on top of your head. It’s awkward at first, and takes you some maneuvering to get yourself comfortable. But it didn’t feel forced, this was him being more affectionate in his own exceptionally strange way.
The room fell quiet again after he moved you. His knuckles running along your spine absentmindedly, you presume he probably didn’t realize what he was doing. He was still fairly stiff, as if he was prepared for violence to break out. You doubt anything could get that part of him to quiet down. You reached over to grab his hand that was resting on his chest, and surprisingly he went with it. You bring his hand to your mouth and place a kiss on it, immediately that purring sound from earlier began again. You wanted to laugh at it, but didn’t want to draw attention to it and him get embarrassed and stop. So instead you released his hand and curled back up against him.
He might be a difficult man… but from the small pieces of his past he has allowed you to hear, you can understand why. That is precisely why you’re going to try to break his cycle of terrible people in his life. You would never take advantage of the trust, however small and fragile, he has bestowed upon you.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything Star Wars, and the last time was a terrible fanfic on Quotev back in the day 💀 SOOOO I hope this was alright!! I promise I’ll be working on more Transformer stuff soon!! I just wanted to write this while the inspiration was there! :D
