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Darth Maul x Reader: That's Mine

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.

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Obi-Wan is just about ready to begin figuratively climbing the walls…

…scratch that, he's just about ready to literally climb the walls.

‘Come with me…’ Maul’s voice echoes in his mind.

“No,” he says aloud, pacing circles around the magma ball. “No.”

But gods, does he want-

“No.”

The jedi spares a moment to be angry at the circumstances. Every jedi was met with challenges on the path of life. It was supposed to be that way. They were chances for self reflection and growth. But how many jedi had their mortal enemy return from the grave looking like something out of a wet dream -no pun intended- and kidnap them, only to change their mind and decide they just want companionship and sex? They just want him to stay with them, forever, simple as that.

It's absurd. It's enticing. It's sad. It's sweet.

It makes Obi-Wan want to punch something.

It makes him want other things too…

“No.”

He has to leave. He has to. It's only a matter of time before slick scales and stress levels mix him up into a cocktail of poor choices. Obi-Wan wants to rail Maul into the ground. He wants to see what all that mess at the apex of his tail tastes like. He wants to get on his knees and-

Blast it! It's time to try escaping, with or without help from local fauna.

The jedi walks to the water's edge, and gathers his mental fortitude. He knows he's unlikely to succeed in getting to the sparkle of his lightsaber crystal, or to somehow find his rebreather. However, Maul's force signature is far away. Now is a good time to explore, and hope, and trust in the force.

Obi-Wan jumps into the frigid water, grimacing as it rises around him. He swims as close to the exit tunnel as he can, and starts taking deep breaths, trying to hyperoxygenate a bit.

Then, he dives.

What follows is a slow and cautious exploration of the nearby tunnels that serves as a double blessing for how it takes his mind off Maul. He swims one way, and finds nothing but tunnel that goes on further than he can see. The jedi returns to air, catches his breath, and goes out again.

The other direction offers a split in the road. One way leads to a dead end, the other hits a second divide. Again, he reoxigenates, and despite the terrible cold he goes back down for a third attempt.

Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh… a hour passes and the chill sinks into his bones. He finds two more air pockets, not quite as fresh as the algae and moss crowded caves, but still breathable.

And then, he stumbles across another ‘room’.

Obi-Wan breaches the water's surface and finds himself in a trove. He crawls up onto land, and looks around curiously. This cave is a series of smaller rooms that connect, with an exceptional number of pock marks in the walls. Perhaps millennia ago this was living coral? Whatever the case, the larger pockets have been turned into shelves, and these shelves hold myriad items.

Droid parts, sea shells, and pearls as big as his head. Tin cans, fabric scraps, and a silver platter. An entire trombone, half rusted, sits in a footlocker without a lid. There's a pile of datapads which all look to be out of charge, and a statue of some long forgotten nubian queen. These and more, a flee market’s worth of curios.

His most unexpected find is an area of sand, which seems... combed? Gemstones and polished rocks in shades of blue combine with patterns in the sand to create a garden of sorts. Many of the stones are no bigger than a bean. The largest is a chunk of lapis lazuli the size of his fist. Obi-Wan ponders the rock garden for a few minutes before moving on, not quite sure what to make of it.

A sith with a sense of artistry... that's just... odd?

From what he had seen in the archives, the sith of old stuck to geometric patterns and flat colors. Their ideal temple was a barren monolith or an angular ziggurat with either no decoration, or, records of horrible deeds carved in words. Sometimes pictures.

Yet... Maul had made a lovely little garden, in shades of blue and white and beige. Strange.

Obi-Wan turns away from the mystery, and goes digging through the droid parts to see if there's anything that could boost his comm signal. It's a possibility, there's a lot to work with here. Rather than take anything, the jedi memorizes what he sees and makes note of it. He will plan what to take and where to hide it to work on before risking revealing the direction of his thoughts.

At the very back of the caves is a large cubby of stone that looks like it was carved into the wall with a lightsaber, then carefully sanded smooth.

On a shelf beside it sits a saberstaff. Obi-Wan can feel the song of the kyber from here, now that he listens. Two notes in harmony, one longing and angry, the other spiteful and determined. The jedi knows this blade, and has no desire to touch it… but it's good to know where it is.

He shakes his head sadly at the sithly melody, and sits down at the edge of the cubby, exhausted and sluggish. Obi-Wan rests his elbows on his knees, needing a minute to gather his strength. Even with a jedi's ability to propel himself with the force and slow his heartbeat, it was still a long swim back.

Emotionally Obi-Wan feels a lot better though. He's mapped a significant amount of tunnel, found three places to get air for further exploration, and most importantly he's gotten his mind off-

Oh, kriff.

The jedi master groans, flopping backwards onto the smooth stone with a wet smack, exasperated with himself. Truly? Truly. A single stray thought about beautiful black scales, and he's back in the thick of it like he'd never left.

Obi-Wan covers his eyes with a shaking hand, hiding from reality for just a moment. Two moments. Perhaps five moments…

He sighs, removing his hand to look up at the ceiling. This is, inconveniently, when he realizes his fingers are very pale. Bother. He needs to get up, and… and swim back to the radiant heat of the magma ball.

Just the thought of it is dreadfully tiring, and he is comfortable here. Very comfortable... So very…

Oh no.

He knows exactly what being sleepy when one is very cold means. The jedi curses under his breath, forcing himself upright. His vision is slow to catch up with where he's looking. He's pushed too far, and now his body is paying the price of that.

Obi-Wan draws in the force to support himself, and rises unsteadily to his feet. Every bone in his body pleads with him to lay down. He denies the instinct in favor of a survivalist mentality.

The problem? He is much too cold.

The solution? Getting out of wet clothes and closer to warmth, or barring that, some kind of insulting material.

He thinks through a mild fog, and recalls the cloth scraps. Obi-Wan goes hunting around in the treasure trove as he pulls off his belt. He dumps his clothes onto the floor, managing to lay them out to air dry for what it was worth in the relative humidity. Then he gathers up every last scrap of fabric he can find.

The pile of scraps. A sail cloth. Half a tarp. His best find is a pair of old wool socks, which he puts on right away. The lot of it he piles in the cubby, and curls in on himself in the midst of it. Obi-Wan knows he just needs to warm up, then he can put everything back, and return to where he was supposed to be. Maul's force presence was still far away. He wasn't in a rush…

…and that's part of why the jedi falls asleep precisely when and where he really shouldn't.

Obi-Wan wakes sometime later with his head tucked under a pointed chin. A scaled tail curls around his naked legs, and a lumpy magma hemisphere radiates heat against his back.

... kark.

Obi-Wan can't deal with this right now. He's beyond exhausted, possibly a bit ill. The jedi master takes a deep breath, and just... goes back to sleep, held close in red and black arms.

To be continued...

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What happens when Darth Maul meets a girl in a hidden corner of Naboo before the Phantom Menance?

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1. Her goal in life is to graduate from university and work as a lawyer.

2. The stars do not only shine with their own light, darkness is also necessary.

3. All men are liar. (Whether it's a friend, love, father, relative, teacher, all of them will leave you one day.)

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"Figment" Ch1: Credits and Copper

Rating: T Characters: Cad Bane, Darth Sidious, Darth Maul (mentioned). Summary: Cad Bane waits for a Sith Lord's holocall, and a possible job. Little does he know the rabbit hole it will send him down. -------------------------------------------------------------- The promise of fame and fortune often leads to infamy and misfortune.

22 BBY

First year of the Clone Wars.

It was a living night on the cold streets of Coruscant. The central hub of the galaxy creaked from the rust and the rot, greased by blood and sweat of the lower classes to churn the cream of society to the top. And down, down below the underbelly growled from hunger and greed and bloodlust and ambition. The city dwellers who had dreams of leaving never left, and those that did always returned. The hum of neon signs and whistling air speeders was a sick tune of narcissism playing nursery rhymes with hope. The sky of stars was choked out by the air pollution and lights of the city, and those that dared to look up only saw the crushing thousand levels of concrete and durasteel above ever looming.

Cad Bane stared out the window, rolling a toothpick in his mouth. From the darkly lit room he stared out to the neon lit city, the underbelly of Corucant. Speeders zipped by pedestrians. Between him and the next skyscraper was undoubtedly an endless chasm reaching down to the 500 level, only crossable by bridge. He wasn’t in the most depraved levels of the city-wide planet, but not in a nice level either. The Hole was a seedy hotel that rented out an apartment to him whenever he visited the planet. The Hole was a favorite of bounty hunters for its discretion, and was a carefully guarded secret among them for that very reason, as they themselves often bounties on their own heads. The walls were stained, but thankfully free of mold and mildew. He stayed here because amenities were available for cooking if needed, washing if needed, a bed for sleeping, if he could fall asleep at all. There was even a computer with full access to the holonet and holoprojector to boot. The projector had ceased communication with a client with a potential assignment, much to his chagrin. The mysterious client had somehow gotten his direct line of communication some months before and had sent him to kill Jedi, secure bases of operations like Bilbringi Depo once belonging to a Hutt. Killing a Hutt was an offense that would have put an even larger bounty on his head than Bane already had. The client had asked for no evidence left behind, for which he was somewhat thankful for not bringing more heat to himself, but also rued the fact his reputation wouldn’t grow from boasting about it.

“Bilbringi Depot is secured,” Bane said when the job was completed. He brushed off his hat from the short lived skirmish. His battle droids loaded into his ship, theSleight of Hand.

“You have done well, Bounty Hunter. I trust you left no evidence of your work,” the hooded man said, hands oddly hovering in front of him as if ready to grasp the air.

“I never leave a mess unless I’m paid to leave a mess. I’m a professional,” Bane assured, giving the Durosian equivalent to a wink.

The hooded man had seemed pleased, a wry grin curling over not quite perfect, human teeth. “Payment has been transferred to your account. I shall contact you when I next require your services.”

Bane had begun to make clients jump through several hoops little more than ten years ago. A new client, who went by the simple name “Maul”, had hired him to help kidnap a Jedi Padawan from an auction house on Nar Shadaa, another city planet with a less admirable reputation. Bane, Aurra Sing, and their teammate were hired for little more than being patsies, a distraction as this Maul snuck a peek at the asset. They all ended up being hunted by the very auctioneers their were steeling the Padawan from and in the end the job was barely worth saving the Zabrak’s hide, with the Jedi nowhere to be seen. “The Jedi has met her fate,” was all Maul uttered on the matter as they flew away from Nal Hutta’s moon.Dead, Bane assumed. Maul paid Bane’s crew their fees. Bane decided if he had to jump through hoops to get paid, his services were worth more and worth protecting from nonsensical clients. Clients now had to be referred by previous clients. Perhaps more hoops were needed.

Normally Bane didn’t care who the client was as long as he got paid. This hooded client had proven to be a lucrative one, with tasks of particularly tricky goals. He had to admit, they were rather fun. When this Darth Sidious contacted him again as promised Bane couldn’t help but be curious what the job would entail next. Before the hooded man could begin explaining, he said, “Just a moment” and the feed was cut short. Bane scoffed, his curiosity left hanging. A title like Darth meant he was a Sith Lord. The Jedi were obsessed with finding Dooku and his dark partner. Here Bane was simply minding his own business and the Sith had contacted him for help. He wondered what the job was. There was a familiarfeelto this man. It was a lurking sense of danger that got under the skin. Cad Bane lazily walked to the window. He adjusted the wide brimmed hat he was still wearing after returning. He leaned on the sill, staring off into the distance, waiting.

Bane fiddled with the toothpick, cleaning a bit of sinew that had gotten stuck between his fang and side incisor. The nerf kebabs had hit the spot. The meat had been perfectly grilled and drenched in a delicious, peppery sauce. He had gotten it in celebration of job he had completed not six hours ago. The Bengal Barbecue kiosk had opened recently and quickly developed a fan following. There had been a massive line, sometimes trailing around the street corner most days of the week. He had wanted to try it after smelling the sizzling meat stand several times on previous visits, but never had the time to wait in line. The comfortable weight in his stomach sac confirmed it was well worth it. Bane could see the stand across the street. The line was gone as the kiosk closed for the night. The lights flicked off and the Weequay pit master walked home. Bane silently wished the entrepreneur success. He liked the kebabs, and fully intended on giving the Weequay more of his credits.

Soon the pit master was lost in the distance and passing crowds. Bane’s large eyes focused on a new sign above where the pit master disappeared. The display, easily four times the size of a speeder, morphed between greens and blues, switching from trees to ocean. Words scrolled along the bottom, advertising Alderaan and several other vacation planets. It was subtle though. The footage replayed and he watched, wondering why he liked it. The shapes of trees waving in the wind somehow morphed into seaweed, which morphed into waves, which morphed into rolling clouds. The nature scenes starkly contrasted with the constructed buildings around it, so no wonder his red eyes seemed to be transfixed by it. Whoever had edited the footage was gifted. The footage replayed. Water pattered on rooftops, rivers swirled, and waves crashed on black cliffs. Trees stretched across a blue sky. Seaweed waved in shallow pools morphed into fields of grass waving in the wind. A stream of long hair shined in the sun, and there was a smile warmer than the sun could ever…

A dim blue light lit up behind him. The old voice of the hooded man croaked, “Excuse the interruption.” Bane was snapped out the daydream, the voice grating his ears. “As I was saying, Bounty Hunter, I am in need of your services.”

Bane returned to the here and now, the recurring client, potentialjob. “I’mlistenin’,” Bane spoke curtly, half thinking the job better be worth the wait like the kebabs had been. He flicked his toothpick into the corner rubbish bin.

“I need a Jedi… Holocron.”

“To get a Holocron I’ll need to break in to de Jedi Temple. It’s impossible… not to mention,deadly,” Bane explained, not missing a beat. He had considered breaking in before, but had always treated it like a puzzle to solve merely to pass the time between jobs. Over the decades, he had collected various diagrams, pass codes, and other intel some would deem useless about the fortress. Half of it had been simply from researching how to take down Jedi or better defend himself from them. The oldest records he had acquired were from a Jedi artifact collector while undercover for an unrelated heist. The records were over a millennia old, before the pyramid like walls had been erected to protect the inner sanctum. He had never thought a client would be daft enough to hire him for such a venture. Perhaps this silly pass time of his hadn’t been so outlandish after all. It would be a huge risk, but the reward would be-

“Perhaps your reputation has been exaggerated,” Darth Sidious sneered flatly, hitting the bounty hunter’s pride.

Bane leaned on the desk chair and pounced at the jab with a list of demands, “I want a Rogue class starfighter with elite weapons, cloaking device, dewerks.” It was everything he would need for the getaway if things went south. “Oh, and,” he sprinkled the sting of pocketbooks as he slipped into the chair and put his feet up, “triple my usual rate.”

The Sith Lord flicked the jab away as if it were a crumb on his plate, “Your price is of no concern. I will also provide you with the means to getinsidethe temple.” Sidious’ offer was so casual the bounty hunter could only be amused.

Bane smiled with pleasure, “You’ve gotta deal.”

“Excellent,” Darth Sidious replied. “I’ll see the item you requested is manufactured and delivered beforehand. In the meantime, there is a smaller task I have for you. There is a Jedi I need taken care of.”

“Another Jedi and another job? You know my fees, Sith. What more does dis entail?”

“Master Ord Enisence. I need him eliminated. Once he is dead, and the Holocron retrieved, you will need to recover a crystal from Jedi Master Bolla Ropal. The Holocron cannot be unlocked without the crystal he possesses. Collect the information inside the Holocron for me.” Darth Sidious said, then added, “You have proven yourself capable enough so far, bounty hunter. Continue to do so and I shall employ you further.”

“I’m at your service,” replied Bane, giving a mock bow while still seated. “I must admit, I’m enjoying dis tango, but I can’t help but wonder who gave you my contact? It wouldn’t have been your associate, Maul, now would it? You Sith types like your mystery and intrigue, so I can’t un-see the resemblance, with both of you havin’ a penchant for hooded cloaks and messin’ wit Jedi business.”

Darth Sidious didn’t answer immediately, impressed with the bounty hunter’s deduction. “The incident with the Padawan on Nar Shadaa was a necessary lesson for my... former apprentice to learn patience, a quality in which he lacked, unlike yourself.”

“An important virtue, dat one,” Bane said.

“Indeed.”

“Is that all den?”

“It is.” Sidious concluded their business and sent Cad Bane an encrypted file with instructions on where to pick up a data chip. The holoprojector shut off and the room was free of that unsettling feeling under the skin. The feeling was replaced with anticipation, and Cad Bane immediately got up to leave. He was tired, but sleep could wait until after he retrieved the chip. The Sith had complemented his patience compared to Maul, however there was nothing wrong with being proactive. Sidious wasn’t the only one eager to get the ball rolling. Curiosity on several thoughts had finally been sated. Maul had indeed been connected to Darth Sidious. Maul was his “former” apprentice, meaning he was dead, which meant Count Dooku was Maul’s replacement. The Galactic Republic believed Dooku was the mastermind behind the war, but Bane now believed it was the unseen Sidious pulling the strings.

Bane descended down the steps of The Hole, a façade bar and restaurant, in truth. He crossed the street and passed the Bengal Barbecue kiosk. The faint scent of charred meat and charcoal still lingered in the air. He walked for some ways, waking up from the post meal sleepiness. Bane watched as passers by step in puddles ahead of him. A leak spilled from an apartment's air conditioner line. Blue and green lights reflected on the rippled surface. His red eyes were drawn up to the Star Tours vacation advertisement on the large screen overhead. He stopped to admire the morphing landscapes. It truly was a masterful edit. The fields appeared and grass swayed, but something was missing. He watched the ad replay. Again, something was missing.

“You fancy a vacation to Alderaan, Duros? I can take you to the spaceport if you like,” a young voice asked. Cad Bane turned to find a young human taxi driver, bundled up in a fur collared leather jacket. “Nice new ad, though, huh? I wonder how they get the seafoam to turn into clouds like that?”

“Sure it is,” Bane replied. “I like de version with de woman.”

“Woman?”

“Yess. Long locks, smilin’ at you.”

The taxi driver shrugged, “I’d like to see that version! Maybe they’d sell more spots on the Tour with a pretty girl in it. I’ve been staring at this ad for the last hour though. No girl. When did they play that version?”

Bane hesitated. The conversation with Sidious had begun only twenty minutes earlier. He shook his head. “Doen't matter. Take me to dese coordinates. I gotta job to do.”

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Word count: Approx 1600 Contains/Warnings: Threats, blood Chapter Summary: Maul finds out who stole from him Notes: Hello friends! In case some of you have not been catching up with my notes in APOD, I am back from my holiday and changing up my posting schedule. I will now be posting Sunday nights (Sydney time) alternating between A Prince of Dathomir and Sins of the Father.

Information Gathering

Maul had been waiting for some time, he was not used to his people being so slow when it came to getting answers. Saxon had been reassigned to find out more about this raid on the warehouse after the incident the previous week. He had actually left Zaiya well enough alone for the time being. Something about the whole incident stuck in his mind and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way she had glared at him, looking past the weapon with no fear in her eyes. 

It was intoxicating. 

More than that, the final moment, the juvenile little tap on his nose. The moment had thrown him right back to a time he’d almost forgotten. A fleeting moment in his childhood; the closest moment to happiness he’d ever experienced. Before the fire, when all of it was ripped away. 

His mind kept going back to that moment, was that why he had kept tabs on her? She reminded him of another girl he’d once known? It was the same gesture, the same words. How could this odd white-haired girl know it? They looked nothing alike so how could it be the same girl? …Perhaps the saying wasn’t uncommon. That made more sense, it couldn’t be just her that said the same thing. 

It wasn’t the only thing that stuck in his mind. She was stunning. Her hair looked so soft, those snowy curls hanging down her back. The gentle sultry scent of her perfume, the careful touch of her hands. Full perfect lips and cute facial piercings. Even the dark makeup was alluring and mysterious. So arrogant and smug, she walked around with the airs of an Empress and eyes like blue flames in water. What would she look like splayed out before him? Helpless and begging for him…?

He couldn’t think about this.

Maul shoved the stupid useless thoughts from his mind, he had other things to focus on, and it was then -thankfully- that the moment was interrupted by his phone. He waited for a few seconds, seeing it was Saxon’s name flashing on the screen. 

“Yes?” he said flatly, he had noticed his temper being exhausted far more quickly than usual in the last few days. Everyone seemed to be irritating him. 

“Sir, we’ve found who we might think to be responsible for the raid on the warehouse.” The Mandalorian’s voice was rushed but not panicky, he seemed to understand that promptness would serve him well in this instance. 

“And?” Maul urged. 

“We found a weequay that had ties to the Ohnaka gang that gave up a few things,” Saxon snickered and Maul did not bother to ask how they acquired the information. Truthfully he didn’t care. 

“Ohnaka…” he mused. He’d heard the name, though not often, it was some trade group or other. At least that was the front of whatever he was really doing, apparently they had a side hustle in spice and gun running though Maul had paid them little attention. Much to his peril, it seemed. His tattooed lip curled. “I want to speak with this Ohnaka, give him a chance to grovel before I destroy him.” 

“I believe the gang is a large one, sir, are you sure that��s a good idea?” Saxon advised. There was a long pause. 

“You would suggest I don’t punish those that crossed us, Saxon?” Maul growled threateningly. 

“N-No! No sir!” Saxon backtracked quickly, “I just meant that it would take a lot of effort.” Maul smirked, he could hear a sliver of fear in the human's voice. It was then that he remembered the flash of bright blue eyes and the smirk turned into a sneer. 

“That is why we shall talk to them first,” Maul said coldly. “Arrange a meeting.” 

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“Well well! What a surprise this is!” said a loud and heavily accented voice as Maul entered the room. It was a small office in comparison to his own, though lavishly decorated where Maul’s was more simple. A fine arrangement of art pieces, gaudy furniture, a decanter half-filled with an amber liquid. If he had to guess, Maul would say that most of the items in here were fake or knock-offs, making it seem as though the owner of the office were more wealthy than he actually was. 

The owner himself sat in the large padded chair, his boots on the desk and a wide smile on his wrinkled face. He was flanked by two other weequay, both as dark and leathery-skinned as their “Captain” --so he liked to call himself. His boots seemed well made and he was clad in what looked to be fine clothing, a white shirt, dark pants and a red jacket hung over the back of his chair. He lowered his feet from the desk and stood to extend a ring-encrusted hand to Maul and the two men that had accompanied him, Vizsla and Savage. 

Maul met Hondo Ohnaka’s grin with a flat stare as he lowered himself into the seat facing him, as he unbuttoned his black suit jacket to sit more comfortably. The shirt he wore was a deep red, the top button undone and he had forgone a tie, there was no need to be so formal on account of this low level criminal. Maul did not take his hand. 

“As I understand it,” Maul began slowly, crossing one ankle over the opposite knee, and leaned back, his hands impassive in his lap. “There is a debt to be paid.” 

“A debt?” Ohnaka asked, he lowered his hand, placing both on the desk. What is it that you owe me? I am very understanding, you will find.” The absolute audacity of this fool! Maul’s brow furrowed into a scowl. 

“One of my warehouses was raided, a large amount of inventory was stolen from me.” Maul made his face expressionless once more. Ohnaka blinked behind his glasses. 

“And you think I had something to do with this?” he asked, his gravelly voice full of surprise. Maul knew better than to assume the Weequay was telling the truth and stared back at him, saying nothing. Ohnaka scoffed, seemingly offended. “Why would I do such a thing?” 

“Perhaps you did not know to whom the warehouse belonged.” Maul kept his voice measured. 

“I am not in the business of running about and stealing things from warehouses! What do you take me for?” he said as he waved a hand laden with gold rings in Maul’s direction. 

“Do you not steal the very shipments you are hired to deliver?” Maul asked with a twitch of his brow. There was a heavy pause before Ohnaka burst into laughter. 

“You have me there!” he grinned and rapped his knuckles on the table. “So! You say you have some things taken from you, I do not see how this could be the fault of Hondo! What makes you think I would--” He trailed off as Maul pulled out an itemised list from inside a concealed pocket in his jacket and opened it. He then handed it along to Ohnaka who frowned, adjusting his glasses as he read. There was little change in his expression, and indeed Weequay were very hard to read, however there was a telltale crease in his brow. 

Maul had him. He recognised some of these items. Though, of course he tried to feign ignorance. 

“I don’t have any idea what this is!” he protested. 

“No? I have a man that claims to be one of yours, perhaps we will ask him…?” Maul drawled and Ohnaka looked concerned for a moment before his energetic nature returned. 

“Yes, bring this man! If one of my men was so stupid as to do something I did not tell him to do, then on his head be it!” He tossed the piece of paper down onto his desk. “Bring him!” 

It was a minute or so later when the door opened, Saxon and Kast dragged in a younger Weequay man. He was bruised and bloody and cowered from the Mandalorians. Oddly from Kast most of all, despite her being much smaller than the 6’3” man that was Gar Saxon. 

“It was you, Shandors?”

The second he saw Ohnaka he broke from the patetic whimpers he’d been making and attempted to crawl over to the other man on his knees. 

“Please! Pleash boss! I didn’ mean t’ say nuffin! I wosn’ jus’ me! It was Nark’s idea! I swear I didn’--” He reached Ohnaka and clawed at the man’s leg for some pity or salvation, but Ohnaka met Shandors jaw with a solid kick that sent the man sprawling. 

“I did not bring you into this company for you to take orders from Nark!” Ohnaka barked. The corner of Maul’s mouth twitched, finding this act all very amusing. However he did not have all day, and stood, re-buttoning his jacket. He pressed one finger to the list on Ohnaka’s desk and slid it toward himself, taking it to tuck back into his pocket. Better not to leave written evidence of illegal items lying about. 

“I see you have your hands full,” he said with no shy amount of snideness. “We shall reconvene when you have your affairs in order, and we can come to an arrangement for the missing items.” He glanced over to his entourage and inclined his head. “I believe your people have a saying in the old tongue for those that interfere?” he asked with some dry amusement. 

“Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade.” Vizsla almost snarled. Maul smirked in approval, then looked to Ohnaka who was now standing. 

“I expect to have recompense when we meet again, Ohnaka.” Then, with a final glare, he swept from the room, head high as though the crown he bore were made of gold. The three Mandalorians and towering yellow zabrak followed out after him. Ohnaka was in a tight spot and Maul began to realise that this might be an opportunity. Perhaps an expansion for his operation was in order?

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I hope you guys enjoyed this one, I have been writing like mad for Sins and I hope that you all will like it as much as I do. I am pretty excited for the things coming up in the story, I have many plans! As always any and all feedback is welcome and I really do love to know your thoughts so I know where to focus my writing and also where I can improve. So please, any and all comments are encouraged. Thanks so much for reading, I hope you are all well. I shall see you next week for APOD and in a fortnight for the next part, titled: Puzzle Pieces, where Fives and Zaiya will delve deeper into the players in this game.

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Darth Maul x mando!Reader: Precision

Word Count: 402 Warnings: Uh, Maul very obviously checking out the Reader. Established relationship. Flirting, a kiss, a growl, and a little bit of neck nibbling via Maul. Summary: The Mandalorian!Reader is putting on their armor, getting ready for a meeting, however, Maul does not exactly want them to leave.

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 The time on the chrono was ticking by. Soon, you would be in a room surrounded by your fellow warriors. Your thoughts were engrossed by the topics that would be discussed, and those that you were not too keen on hearing again. The thoughts, however important as you mentally prepared yourself, kept you from the only other person in the room.  As your thoughts slipped out of you grasp, you could feel molten eyes blazing into you.  Adjusting the armor on your forearm, you peeked over at him.  Maul had been leaning beside the window in his chambers since you had began to dress. He hardly moved the entire time, with the exception of his chest from breathing and his eyes. Those eyes of his made his thoughts very clear. Deliberately slow, his eyes looked down and back up your body.  “Am I missing something?” You stifled a laugh as you picked at your glove.  “Yes and no,” Maul said, a smoothness too intriguing to ignore.  Looking away for a moment, you attached the last piece of armor on your other forearm. “Hmm. Looks to me like you’re undressing me with your eyes.”  The low growl from him caused you to look over at him again.  “With careful precision, my starlight. And nothing short of my strategic expertise.”

  “I have no doubts,” you smiled. “However, I still have that meeting to attend.”  Maul’s face fell. The typical expression of distaste. His lips curled in an inaudible snarl as he tore his eyes away from you.  “I’ll be back,” you cooed, walking over to him, “you know that.” Bringing his face into your hands, you placed a kiss to his pouting lips. “Try not to tear down the palace while I’m gone?”  The colors flickered in his eyes. The arms that were once crossed now had hands latching onto your hips.  You sighed. This was not going to be easy; leaving or staying. The way his eyes drank you in and plead for you all at once.  The grip he had on your hips tightened immensely, pinching your skin beneath the fabric.  Pressing yourself forward, his enticing scent lured you closer. “Maul…”  The corners of Maul’s lips curved upward. Leaning his head forward, your hands dropped down to his neck. His lips danced along your jawline toward your ear. “Stay,” he breathed, adding a growl as he began to nibble at your neck.

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 19 ~

Never has he faced such a challenge as this, but, as a sith of his caliber, Maul could do nothing else besides rise to the occasion. As with any test of skill or resolve, this new challenge was merely a hurdle to be overcome. Failure was not an option.

That he was fighting the ocean and sky itself bore little significance in the matter.

He would fight. He would endure.

Heaving through his gills for more air, and dizzy from strain, the dragonfish sith swims deeper into the seas off the coast of Theed. Between his webbed, widespread fingers is a bubble of air, and inside that bubble of air is a loaf of bread.

Most of Maul's spoils from this latest venture to the surface were gathered in the appropriated cloth bag streaming behind him, hung from his shoulder.

The tea leaves he was able to find double sealed within a tin. Lemons too, contained in only their rind. The honey, in a rippled orb that had partially bent in on itself under the pressure, remained viable. There was a discarded tea pot in his… collections that would serve for production.

Maul even, even, had a block of butter tucked away in the bag, though the surface was bound to be extra salted by the time he made it, so to speak. He had everything necessary to keep his promise, and, nearly everything in place to secure the possibility of a repeat.

The loaf situation, however, was proving to be extremely vexing.

He swims slow, jaw clenched, and fights his way forward while holding steady the ball of low pressure air around bread sample number seven. Surrounding that orb, he holds a dome of force that keeps back the physical presence of the sea.

Darth Maul would bring ‘bread not drowned in salt water’ back to his caves. Not a dough ball, not a wet mess, and absolutely not nothing.

He would.

He does.

The sith lord has a trickle of blood running from his nose, but he makes it to his home and into the air pockets therein with one breadloaf, unwatered, and still relatively fluffed.

“...what in the blazes happened to you?” his prisoner mutters from the bed, hazy eyed and buried under sail cloth.

Maul licks the blood away from his upper lip, and carefully brings his hard won token over with him. He curls himself downward at the edge of the bed, still fixated on the object held suspended between his hands.

“Does-” he starts, struggling to speak and hold it at the same time, “flat bread count as bread?”

Slightly glassy blue eyes stare at him, then look at the floating carbohydrates, then squint a bit at him… it takes the sickened jedi a solid minute to put together what was happening.

Kenobi groans into the arm under his cheek. “Are you using the force to keep plain white bread from collapsing into a bloody pita due to atmospheric pressure, because you want another kiss? Is that what's happening here?”

Maul growls, forcing out, “answer. the. question.”

“You're bleeding,” the witless man comments.

“Jedi.”

With a beleaguered sigh, Kenobi capitulates. “Flatbread will do, good grief. Please stop.”

Carefully, Maul releases his hold on the density of molecules between his fingers, holding in a moan of relief. Perhaps he'd pushed himself a bit much, all things considered. He had not done such a technical working in the force since… before.

Maul lets the energy fall away from the rapidly condensing loaf, leaving it to settle while he instead focuses on reclaiming air and ignoring the tinnitus echoing around his skull. He slouches, forearms on the side of the bed to hold him up.

A hand lands on his head, cupping the side of it. The sith looks up to assess the threat, he has to, and stretches himself outward in the force…

...but the touch is light, and it's intention lighter still. The dragonfish sith can feel Kenobi’s exasperation and… and these other things he has no name for.

Fingers stroke the skin between his horns, and he droops.

The contrast between the strenuous effort to get here, and the warm greeting that welcomed him back… the dichotomy makes the welcome all the better.

Maul sloughs off the shoulder bag and pushes himself upward and closer until he's on the bed too. Though the sith is not sure he likes the squish of the mattress, he very much likes the pliant, sleep-warm jedi in the bed. All other factors could be disregarded.

“...bother,” Kenobi mumbles.

“I intend to, yes,” Maul agrees, lifting the sail cloth out of the way until he can get close enough to spoon the other man against his front.

The jedi doesn't even quibble about it.

Perhaps there is some merit to letting Kenobi get himself sick by being foolish, if this compliant lethargy was the result.

“You're cold,” the man complains.

“Then warm me up,” Maul suggests, smirking as he wipes stray blood off his face with the back of a wrist.

His prisoner makes an aggravated noise, “must you crowd me like this?”

Maul answers that question by running his hand down the front of the body he is curled around, finding that which he'd like to have, and cupping it.

Kenobi swallows with a click.

The dragonfish sith presses no further, settling in to rest right where he is for a while. Maul is… very tired from getting that bread down here.

Yes, he will take a moment to rest his eyes, indulge in… this.

Then, he will… get up and make…

the tea…

as promised…

He falls asleep without meaning to.

When next Maul opens his eyes, he's on his side, curled around the dwindling heat where his jedi should be.

The sith lifts his head looking for the missing presence. He doesn't have to look far. Kenobi has stolen back his clothing, and sits on the edge of the bed, fully dressed except boots. The dented pot Maul had thought to utilize sits over on the magma rock, balanced atop it and giving off a trace of steam.

A crunch sound comes from the other man.

The dragonfish sith perks up curiously, and drags himself over on his arms. He discovers that Kenobi has over-warmed bread like he over-cooks meat, and slathered it with butter. There he sits, looking off into the distance, nibbling his food and sipping on a cup of tea. Maul settles back down beside him.

“You are recovered?” he asks, feeling like perhaps he has not quite done so after fighting the seas.

“Well enough,” Kenobi replies, cuddling with the somewhat damaged but still functional teacup from the stacks.

Maul hums with self satisfaction. “Tea with honey and lemon, as promised. Bread not soaked in sea water, as agreed.”

“Not quite,” the jedi says with a soft laugh, eyes twinkling as he looks over, “limes are not the same thing as lemons.”

The sith makes a face. “The fruit is… wrong?”

Grrrrrr.

“The fruit is wrong,” Kenobi confirms, leaning over to kiss his brow, wiping the wrinkle from it.

Maul blinks, thoroughly confused.

…why is he being rewarded for failure?

“I will find these lemons on my next trip…” Maul stalls out for a moment, then overcomes his pride to ask, “...what is the difference? How are they identified?”

The jedi sighs, finishing off his toast and washing it down with the last of his tea. Then, Maul watches him set the cup down in favor of turning to face him.

“Maul… thank you, for the tea. It was hearting to have, even without the lemon.”

The dragonfish sith squints at the other man, suspicious. Something was… off.

“Yesss,” he agrees slowly.

“Now, we need to discuss- That is to say...” Kenobi sighs, “I really don't know how to approach this, so I suppose I shall just… out with it. You've been strangely accommodating thus far, despite- well.”

Maul rises up onto his palms from where he had settled down, suspicious and listening.

Watery blue eyes meet his, coming closer… closer… Kenobi's hand cups his jaw, so gentle it only raises his hackles more.

“I need a break from the pressure down here, please… if I give you my communication device, and swear to return here of my own volition, just as I relinquished my lightsaber, will you take me to the surface for a while? An afternoon perhaps?”

Maul hisses. Up? The jedi wants to go UP?

Does Kenobi think he is a fool?

“You will run,” the sith accuses, bearing his teeth.

Kenobi shakes his head. “I will not.”

“You will!” he shouts, “do not LIE TO ME!”

“I’ll not try to escape. Not even if master Yoda shows up with my padawan and the best ship in the fleet,” the jedi swears.

Maul snarls, and opens his mouth to begin berating Kenobi, but the man short circuits his rising anger by kissing him. Once, twice, these lingering taste tests that scatter his thoughts, and oh, it is warm and good… but…

The other man chases Maul as he tries to pull away, tries to hold onto his fury. Thrice he is kissed, and again, and on, until the dragonfish sith is on his back once more, the jedi leaned over him, a hand on either side of his head. Down they sink, until he can't see or focus on anything besides Kenobi Kenobi Kenobi…

The jedi tastes of tea and honey. Maul winds claws into beige and brown robes, torn between shoving him off and dragging him in. He gets dizzy quickly, being the focus of so much horrible affection. He… perhaps… makes a noise unbefitting a lord of the sith. Kenobi only gives an encouraging hum in return. Time wanders off, until Maul isn't sure what they were talking about anymore.

Of course, the jedi proceeds to ruin it by reminding him.

“Please, Darth Maul,” the man whispers to him, the cold tip of his nose dragging against Maul's cheek, “Take me up for a little while. I want fresh air and sun. I need a respite from the constant pressure.” Another kiss. “Please.” Another. “I won't leave.”

The sith wraps his arms around the jedi, and drags the man down underneath him. He is not shaking. He is not.

“I will not let you,” he snarls messily into Kenobi’s face. “You are my prisoner! This is my revenge!”

The jedi lays beneath him, compliant and unspeaking, just staring upward with a patient gaze.

He wants to say no, it is a risk, why should he take it? He wants to say yes, he knows it will earn more favor. He wants to claw this wrenched jedi to pieces. He wants to sink inside him and never leave.

“You… you will never leave,” is what finally tears itself from his throat.

“I will not run off if you take me to the surface,” Kenobi agrees mildly.

Maul hisses, and adds, “You will not try to send a message of any kind. You will not see or speak to anyone else. You will not hide from me, or- or-... you will not flee.”

“Yes, you have my word, on all of that, barring accidentally seeing someone else. I can't really control that, you know.”

People? If he saw another person? A lone, lost jedi... they would try to take him, wouldn't they? To save him.

Maul shakes his head, “no… no. You don't need to go, you don't need sun, you are-”

The jedi starts kissing him again, more softness in one go than he's gotten in his entire life, all the while whispering his arguments between them. Somewhere between fingers petting endless circles into his back where skin meets scales, and a pale neck bared willingly to his mouth, Maul loses the fight in a way that felt very similar to winning.

He takes Kenobi to the surface.

Maul does this, despite no small list of reservations, by sharing the air from his lungs and rising slowly through the sea to prevent diver's sickness.

When they surface, it is just after dawn. Maul deposits the jedi on the shore of an island that has all of five coconut trees, a few bushes, some reeds, a smattering of grass, and one large rock. Nothing else.

The dragonfish sith retreats, and begins to make slow, watchful laps of the island with only his eyes above the water line. There's nothing on the horizon in any direction, but surely the jedi can sense the energy that is all the organic life over on the continent where Theed lies. It will make no difference. At the first sign of ship or search, Maul has every intention of snapping up his prisoner and returning to the caves. Should a ship come by air, he will see it. The sky is mostly clear, with only a few scattered clouds, and few have the cloaking capacity of his own vessel.

The sith infiltrator is still his… even if he cannot remember how to fly it.

More importantly! Should a threat begin to approach on the water, he will-

Kenobi is shirtless.

Maul blinks, pulled out of his thoughts as he double takes. The morning sun is shining down on the jedi as he sits on the beach, eating a coconut and sun bathing in nothing but pants. In the bright light, he can make out these faint marks… freckles. They're called freckles, he remembers.

Kenobi is all thin waist and muscular shoulders, peach tones in the sunshine, covered in freckles, with all that soft, coppery hair...

The dragonfish sith continues lapping the little island, now primarily watching it's sole occupant.

After a while, Kenobi finishes his fruit, and starts running through saber forms. He goes slow, steady, posture relaxing as he moves about under the sun. Then, the jedi stretches out, bending and twisting, flipping and cartwheeling. After that, the he begins…

…picking reeds? Reeds. For what reason?

Maul slows, getting closer to the shore.

Yes, the jedi is gathering plants, selectively thinning but not killing any of the mother plants. Most he considers then keeps. Others are tossed away.

“What are you doing?” he eventually must ask.

Kenobi replies without stopping. “I'm going to make a basket, I think. If I can remember how. It's been a bit since I handmade something like this -since I was a child in the creche, actually- but I believe I remember the jist of it.

Maul scoffs, beaching himself to get closer. He takes a furtive look around, but seeing nothing of note, the sith rises up on his long black tail fin and sways closer.

“Why are you wasting time making a basket of all things?”

“Hmmm,” Kenobi replies, lifting a flimsier sample plant and then discarding it. “For the fun of it, I suppose? It's been a… trying week. I deserve a bit of pleasant time wasting.”

Maul crosses his arms, watching the idiot jedi gather an ever larger bundle of flexible greens. “This is what jedi crechelings waste their time on? Weaving? No wonder your order is so pathetic.”

Kenobi scoffs. “Didn't you do craft projects when you were younger? Make things to show your friends? Your master?”

The sith imagines making a basket and then presenting it to Sidious. His face scrunches up. “My master would have thrown me into the walls and then electrocuted me for wasting my time and his with baskets.”

The jedi stops his gathering to turn and look at him, his expression twisting with... something pained. Adjacent to pain.

Maul snorts in amusement. What a delightful face! “What need has a lord, of the skill to weave grass into a container?” he asks with a sneer.

“It's… not about need, ” the man offers, frowning.

“Hmph. My time was better spent learning how to survive the elements, to persevere through hunger and thirst…” The sith grins as a thought occurs to him, and he leans closer to taunt the other man. “...the self same things I do not expect of a soft jedi like you.”

Kenobi huffs, turning away. “I've known each of those, but because I chose to face them as a… older child. Mostly older. Jedi as whole learn what it is to do without… but not as a youngling.”

“Soft,” Maul accuses with that smug amusement still pulling on him.

“I rather think you like soft things,” Kenobi drawls, “you remark as such on my hair nearly every time you touch it.”

The dragonfish sith’s brows furrow. Does he have a predilection for soft things? Maul is still musing on this when the jedi finishes collecting his reeds, and finds a spot in the grass under the shade to sit down.

“Maul?” the other man calls, “... do you want to learn how to make a basket?”

to be continued next week...

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YES! I've been absolutely loving By The Light of the Second Moon (I may be behind and need to get caught up). The slow build up to actually meeting Maul, the environment, it all feels so soft and peaceful and yet so intense at times. Really been enjoying this one and am so stoked you recommended it!

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darth Maul/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Darth Maul, Keshiri, Savage Opress, Feral (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Western AU, Domestic!Maul, farming, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Healing, Slow Burn Summary:

Ji'Nora is a Keshiri slave serving on a farm on the frontier. Her life was simple until her master dragged in an injured Zabrak that is lucky to still be breathing. Everything about him screams danger. So, why is Ji'Nora so determined to help him?

Maul is on the run. After assassinating Sheriff Jin, he was injured by the Sheriff's Deputy in a duel. He finds himself being helped by a Keshiri woman on a farm on the backside of nowhere. Maul knows he needs to return to his Master to get new orders. But why does he delay his departure when he knows the new Sheriff is out for blood?

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Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus- Work in progress

Teaser

Meet my OC Nina Cerasus:

Info dump part 1.

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Antecedent

Pale as the moon, eyes full of stars and a broken heart

Red as crimson, green as jade and gold confetti rain

Thoughts from the shadows - Maul's pow

The old villa, rain of shooting stars and the old legend

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

No better version that I could pretend to be tonight - Nina’s pow

Delineation

Face to face - Maul's pow

Your magnetic field - Nina's pow

Power of names

The attack

Mind games

Collision

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Nodus

Vertex

Closure

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Who do you belong to part 1 -smuty romance

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━ by the light of the second moon

how dreamy is this!? thank you to the wonderful @cccrouton for bringing this scene of by the light of the second moon to life. grateful beyond words to you for seeing the vision of my fic. this piece is so romantic and dynamic and has the vibe and feel of the story. so well done. and featuring maul's beautiful side profile (that nose! ugh! perfect!!!). i will romance darth maul all day every day. thank uuu✨🌖