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With as much as I love to write about Maul being soft deep down, he's damaged, and I still want to acknowledge that.
He's still moody, not just because he's Sith, but also he's mentally held together with duct tape and spite, and has SO many problems he isn't capable of solving simply due to his lack of tools to do so.
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I think what's interesting about Maul, given his upbringing, is that when confronted with a lover (and it is a confrontation), he doesn't know how to treat them tenderly or with affection.
If all he knows is the direct result of his upbringing, he understands the way of pain, the need to subjugate, to dominate, to control a situation that will rapidly degenerate if he cannot maintain the tightest grip, then our expectation is more of the same:
Suffering. Abstaining from pleasure in favour of control because everything is a test, and nothing is offered without wanting something in return.
It's just what he knows.
But what if his partner turned the tables?
What if the greatest threat Maul faces when confronted with tenderness is the paradigm shift experienced by feeling warmth from another? I think that just might ruin him.
More, I don't think he knows what to do with it, or you, Reader.
You might just need to teach him.
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maulfvckers · 1 month
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OK SO HEADCANNON TIME
Maul was re-alived by the Son. Just like Ahsoka was re-alived by the Daughter.
So we know this for Ahsoka because it's done right in front of you and we have the bird and all that jazz. "In plain light," so to speak.
BUT what happened to the Son at the fall of Mortis? Well if you look at it carefully they're immortal beings that aren't exactly bound by space and time. So the Son being pretty damn powerful but probably not as much as the Father. He decides to live on in a dark sider. So... Who's desperate enough, emo enough, and stupid enough to accept the literal embodiment of evil?
Our boy Maul.
It explains a lot about him. It gives a pretty neat Watsonian explanation for his change in voice, it explains why Sidious literally never thinks of him again and is kinda surprised that Maul's alive, and it even explains his weird behavior in Rebels (again a Watsonian explaination). His voice changes because it's literally the Son's voice. Sidious genuinely thinks he died because, well... He did. And his seemingly erratic behavior and split motivations would fit pretty neatly with two different souls fighting for dominance in one body. It even gives a little insight into how Maul was able to "see" more than the average force user even more so than just having the context of his abuser taking over the galaxy.
But we don't see this right? Well... In line with the "light/dark" dichotomy that star wars loves. The reveal of Maul's possession isn't as straight forward or "hidden in the dark." (Yeah it's simple but *sighs* Star Wars) But we DO see it. We see it with the repetition of "the chains are the easy part. It's what goes on in here is hard," by the Son on Mortis as he talks to Ahsoka and by Mauk when he see him on Lotho Minor. We also hear it in his voice. These choices made by the animators were not mistakes in this sense.
We also can see how this plays out in Maul's general inability to draw from the light side even while not being a Sith just like Ahsoka has a general inability to draw from the dark side even while not being a Jedi. For the both of them, they're more or less fixed in their alignments. It explains how no matter how hard Maul tries to do the ultimately right thing by seeking to destroy Sidious, he's never going to experience the connection that comes from being in the light. It's just like no matter how much she despairs that she'll fall to the dark side, Ahsoka never really does (okay I gotta say Warsonian a third time cos I will lose my shit if I say what I really think).
So what does this mean for the narrative? For those two specifically, I think they're a little less in line with the idea "you can choose to be good or bad" and little more "wouldn't it be fucked up if you were possessed by the literal embodiment of evil/good and didn't even HAVE a choice no matter how hard you tried?" And you get some deep thing about free will and moralizing about how great it is. Cos if there's anything Star Wars loves to do it's moralize about things!
So that's just my take on them and I'm sure I'm not the only one that thinks this, bit I'd love to hear from your frens. Take care!
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granmaul
I love this, and I'm going to throw in a devil's advocate "Doylist" thought for the hell of it: Witwer voices both the Son and Maul and has a really good grasp on the lore. I think we can feel his influence in both characters' acting, and those similarities may be deliberate choices in their design so those echoes become apparent when looking closely at the execution:
The Son of Dathomir and the Son of Mortis.
I'm particularly fond of your headcanon because I think there are mirrors between the architects (the Celestials, assuming the Mortis Gods were part of that ancient race -- I like to think so but unconfirmed in canon afaik) and the fruits of their efforts, no matter how far they've fallen from the tree.
Thoughts, frens?
Darth Maul is alive truthers, speak up or forever hold your peace.
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zoeykallus · 2 years
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I can't get over how you write these characters, thank you so much!!! I haven't seen much about him but what are your general headcanons for maul? Spicy or not spicy I'll take anything 😍
You are welcome! :))
That's right, I actually haven't written much about Maul yet. Which is strange, he is actually one of my absolute favorite characters. In general, I'll write about any Star Wars character I'm asked about, as long as I know enough about them, read enough or seen enough to create headcanons. That can be clones, but also Jedi, Sith or Bountyhunters, sometimes even Senators or Droids. It always depends.
Now let me dive into this....
Maul x fem!Reader Headcanons - Spice/Hurt/Angst And More
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Warnings: Spice/Smut/Suggestive/Angst/Hurt/Strong Language/18+/ Also: Maul
How he finds out that you like him:
He has no idea. Completely unaware of where your intense interest in his person actually comes from, he wonders what this thing is that he feels in the Force when you approach him.
You have to be very direct if you want him to know what you feel.
How he falls in love:
It takes a while. Committing to someone is not easy for him, opening up is even harder for him. But once he does, you will quickly realize how extremely intensive Maul is. He is extremely possessive, almost obsessive. It is anything but easy to deal with him. Maul is also very very jealous, your admirers will find out very quickly how brutal he can be. He will rather demand from you than ask for attention.
He is secure in the force, but not in a relationship. How he was trained and raised has destroyed much of his mental, emotional world. Maul is always afraid of being left behind. He is scared of losing you alle the time, it's almost paranoid. He will be hard to deal with, especially in the beginning of the relationship. If you're lucky, he'll be willing to learn from you and turn over a new leaf.
How he handles conflicts within the relationship:
Maul needs the upper hand. He can only give in with great difficulty, he will try to remain calm because you mean something to him. But he will discuss a lot and always prevail in the end. It takes a lot of patience, a lot of work and perseverance to make progress in this area in your relationship.
How protective is he?:
Very. That doesn't mean he thinks you're weak, but you're weaker than he is, at least from his point of view. Someone who approaches you threateningly, harms you in any way, or becomes insolent should have made his peace with a higher authority and have a will ready. He can' t take a joke when someone threatens your well-being in any way, whether physical or mental.
He has no patience for quarrels or threats. He prefers to get things done quickly and for good. Word will get around quickly that it is better to keep their hands off you and be nice to you.
His love language:
Acts of service. Physical Attention. Gift Giving. His protection.
He's looking out for you, always.
He is also very physical. He pulls you abruptly when you walk past him to kiss you or grab your butt.
You have his attention and only you. He will not be seduced by outside influences. If he has decided to have this relationship with you, then you can be sure that no matter what he may think of your ideas, he will always listen to you and will not interrupt you. Maul actually cares about the things you say. He remembers important dates, he never forgets your birthday, he knows when your first date was and he will never forget the first time you met.
He also loves to teach you things.
He is attentive. He definitely notices and remembers your interests and preferences. You can feel that in your conversations and also in the gifts that he gives you from time to time.
Conversations:
It is smart and surprisingly sophisticated. Maul is interested in many things, there will always be something to talk about. History, culture, myths, food, politics, art. As long as you are able to hold a lively conversation, he is open to and interested in any topic. And he is always interested in your opinion. He may not always share your opinion but he won't ignore it.
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SEX SEX SEX rough and dirty
Dom or Sub?:
He is a Dom, very much so.
He loves to take you in positions where he has absolute control over you. Bondage games are also quite interesting for him. But only if he can tie you up. He is very engaging, dominant and likes to seduce. However, your consent is very important. He will not force himself on you if you are not in the mood. Maul does not like this kind of coercion. When you have sex, it is important for him that you really want him, everything else would be an turn-off.
It would be possible that maybe there is a curiosity on his part, for a role reversal, but he will not address that. If you ask him about it, he will deny it. At some point in the course of your relationship, however, he will probably give it a try. However, his general emotional insecurity will cause him to break off the first attempt.
Favorite sexy things and Kinks:
He has a praise kink, when he dominates you and you tell him how great he is, the arousal will reach every fiber of his body. The dirtier the better.
"Yes master, take me, right there! That's so good master! Oh master I love how your big cock fills me up! Please fill me with your cum Master!"
He also likes to tie you up and blindfold you. Maul can be wild and intense, but he will never inflict pain on you, at least not more than you want from him. However, he is not averse to spanking or biting you if you ask him to.
Favourite Positions:
The doggy-style position. He loves to grab you by the hips and ram his lap against your ass while he takes you. He finds it especially sexy when you have a toy on your clit and preferably one in your ass, if your hands are tied behind your back and your upper body is bent down, he can't get enough of it.
Missionary, with your legs in the air. Maul loves to nail you under him. He'll press your legs against your body so you practically can't move. A hand rests on your throat, not oppressive or hurtful, it's just a gesture, but a hot one. If he can read your reactions on your face while you give him submissive, dirty praise, he's in seventh heaven.
About your pleasure:
Of course he likes to have fun and to do it intensively, but he never forgets that this is not just about him, not at all. On the contrary, he loves to give you orgasms, the more, the better. Maul can't get enough of seeing you dissolve in arousal. It fills him with pride and lust.
As for sex, you can be open with him. He will fulfill almost every wish.
Going down on you:
You will most likely be lying on your back and tied up or hanging upside down in his grip on his lap. His tongue is wild, skillful and fast, his lips can perfectly enclose your clit. He has learned very quickly what is most effective. When he pleasures you orally you are definitely the loudest, pulling yourself together is practically impossible. He takes you from one climax to the next and loves to hold you in his iron grip when you start to wriggle from overstimulation.
Going down on him:
He won't hold back, so it certainly can't hurt to practice how to relax your throat and bypass the gag reflex. Because as soon as you sink to your knees and his cock is in your mouth, he'll grab your neck, your hair and give you a deep fast pace.
He will talk dirty to you. Maul praises you and can not get enough of the sight.
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multifandomwritings · 2 years
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Cozy stay-at-home-date with Maul because of bad weather? 🍂
Of course, this is just a little something but I hope you like it! :)
A cozy day in with Maul
Maul really isn't the staying in sort. At least, not until you came around
Normally, he's always on top of things, being productive and chasing his goals. But when you come around, suddenly staying at home and easing off from time to time doesn't sound so bad
Makes a million excuses as to why it's okay though, as if he needs a reason
Like at first he wouldn't want to outright admit to just wanting to spend time with you so he'd be all hmm well I won't be able to do much in this weather anyway :> or well there isn't much to be done right now so I suppose it won't hurt.... (lies)
Honestly it's an unfamiliar concept to him. Just staying in with you and being cozy and spending time together would be foreign to him
So he'd feel kind of pampered in a weird way. And it would take him a while to relax and ease up to it
But when he did, he would love it so much. You'd be the only person that would get to see that side of him though
Once he was more familiar and comfortable with the idea, he'd want to spend time with you like that more and more frequently. Becomes quite spoiled if you weren't careful 👀
You would gesture him over to come cuddle up next to you, sharing a blanket and wrapping your arm around him while you watched rain fall outside the window. He'd be so stiff at first but would relax eventually, his shoulders would relax and he'd sink into the couch, smiling softly to himself at the sight of you leaning into him, comfortable, content and vulnerable in his presence. Would spark an unfamiliar warmth in him that he wouldn't quite know what to do with
Wishful thinking maybe but I think he would like 'bad' weather. Cold weather, snow, rain, etc. So like... imagine cozy walks bundled up in the crisp autumn or winter weather, snuggled up next to him??
And he takes extra care to keep you warm, wrapping his arm around you and keeping you pressed up next to him. Only for your own well being, of course!
Honestly though he'd be content to spend hours curled up with you, relishing in the strange familiarity and comfort he'd have with you
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tikobithelich · 2 years
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Random Darth Maul Headcanons
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I might have written some of these in the past, but here we go:
Maul can be a bit of a simp with an S/O but he abuses the hell out of it and uses it as leverage. “You’re really giving them a lot of attention.” “Is someone jealous that they don’t have someone to appreciate them?” “Jesus Fuck, Maul.”
His earring is from Kilindi back in his Academy days.
He’s very self conscious of his hands. He feels like they’re too dainty in comparison to the rest of his body.
I don’t see Maul particularly caring about the physical aspects of a potential partner, it’s more the fact that someone would be willing to make the effort to want to be in a relationship with him.
Because of that, I headcanon him as Demiromantic/Demisexual.
He actually really liked his more animalistic legs from Mother Talzin. Kenobi was right, they made him taller.
Non Sith Maul has blue eyes
Maul is probably the only Zabrak who gives no shits about filing his horns. I headcanon them as super sensitive for the species and filing them is a nightmare. Maul literally just doesn’t care.
Maul suffered(still suffers) from Panic Attacks
If you want him to just melt in your hold, massage the spot behind his jaw and under his ears like you would a cat or a dog. He’s putty in your hands.
You really wanna get him going, trace a finger along his spine, that shit’s sensitive.
Do. Not. Touch. His. Hips. He doesn’t know why, he really doesn’t. He wished it was because he lost his lower half, but even before hand, he hates it when someone touches or gets near his hips.
The waist is fine though. Please pull him in by the waist.
Touch starved but too proud to admit it.
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justbeingbuck · 1 year
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halloween themed headcanons - multi-character
a/n: spooky time is here and halloween grows closer. I also went to a party and was inspired. Also there is a christmas vacation reference in here, please look up griswold house at christmas. Multiple characters
eddie munson
Carving pumpkins with him would be so cute. He would carve a bat
He is also surprisingly pretty good at pumpkin carving
However, no pumpkin carving is complete without you two throwing pumpkin guts at each other
You two have gone trick or treating before. In his first senior year, you guys stopped and stayed home. You watch movies instead now
It's usually not held on halloween, but you help him run a one shot campaign for hellfire for halloween
obi-wan kenobi
Definitely loves staying home and watching spooky movies
However, he really likes handing out candy to the kids and seeing their costumes
You two dress up in a couples costume at least once a year (you both have friends who host halloween parties which causes at least 2 - 3 costumes a year)
Since you two do a few costumes, you guys plan a year in advance and have reworn costumes
On your nights in (whether is be night of or a different night solely dedicated to just you teo spooky time) you two will each pick a drink to make and a snack (or 5) to have while watching a selection of spooky movies
maul
He likes to go to the haunted houses at least once. While not much scares him, he likes it when you hold his hand
He likes to go all out on decorations (think griswold but spooky) and make them as spooky and nice as possible. While some decorations are scary, he does have a dedicated spot for small kids during trick or treating times
You and him do have themed costumes. You two also have different ones for different events
One year you saw a pumpkin carving contest, and he entered it. He worked very hard and only came in second place. He was upset about it for all of 5 minutes before finding out that there's one every year. He swore to you that he would won first prize for you (it's been 3 years, nothing yet)
He did win you a bunch of prizes at the fall carnival which was really sweet
peter b parker
Halloween is either a lot of fun or not (it comes with being spiderman) so you two don't plan much
You two do attend a couple parties, though. Usually one of them is hosted by a friend of yours or peter's and the other is at a local bar
The parties aren't a lot, it's really just an excuse so you two get to say you did a spooky related thing together
Obviously, the best spooky times are when you two cuddle up for a spooky movie or special and pizza
You two used to hand out candy but one year, he was almost constantly in and out of your guys' place so you don't hand out candy. Which is fine, you guys buy candy and eat it. Same thing
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showstopper35 · 1 year
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a rant on darth maul
TLDR: he’s an evil cat and I appreciate him.
the entire concept of darth maul is so fascinating to me. Taken from his clearly toxic planet where the guys are named things like “feral” only to become what he thought would be one of two sith in the entire galaxy, then getting fucking chopped in half by Obi-wan who was like probably 20 at the time…
he spends over ten years in his own rage and now he’s broken. He is disabled, whether people remember that or not. His body has been through so much trauma, even mother talzin’s “healing” process was also traumatic. she pretty much forced his mind to be “stable”, or as stable as anyone can be when they’re only living off of spite and vengeance. Despite all the trauma and tragedy of his story, I also find him entertaining as hell. He got annoyed that Jabba was in…Jabba’s palace. He wears these slutty little shirts and sits on the throne of mandalore like a drunk wine aunt. He probably hisses at Savage for fun. He does whatever he want because he can do it, but he’ll do it in the most needlessly complicated way.
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also, he’s hot as hell.
thank you for listening!
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nightsister-juisid · 2 years
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Friendly reminder that Maul has a slightly unhealthy familial bond, and it brings an interesting twist to any of his relationships (friendships, master/apprentice) and ships too. I just love the idea of Maul projecting his issues on his lover, trying to find the hope for a family and a normal life. The life he lost and wasted away in a war that left him ruined. Or just trying to form any kind of connection between him and his loved one who can make him feel as if he belonged somewhere and had someone.
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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Could you do romance tropes with Star Wars characters?
I sure as hell can!
Pairing: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Darth Maul, Kanan, Poe, Kylo Ren x Reader
Tags: fluff, secret relationship, making out, sneaking around, flirting, denial, confession, lots of tension
A/N: I should expand on these one of these days cause they're all so good.
ANAKIN + NOBODY THINKS IT WILL WORK
He is a big flirt so of course everyone figures that it's a short term thing. Almost like they're just waiting to see how long you last before Anakin gets bored of you. No one except for you can see just how much he's fallen for you. It may have started with nothing but lustful nights and kisses but it's so much more now. He's seeking you out, holding your hand, talking about what will happen after the war, how he can give you a good life. He swears he will make things work.
OBI-WAN + UNREQUITED LOVE
He knows there's something there from how you look at him, he can feel it on his own heart as well, a feeling that Obi-Wan hasn't felt in so long. Of course he needs to wait until things have settled down before he does anything about this feeling. It's not that you don't like him back, you do but you can't bring, allow yourself to love him. You know it would tear him apart to have to choose between you and the Jedi. So when he confesses you convince him, and yourself that you don't love him back.
DARTH MAUL + LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP
Oh man, the tension between you can't be cut even by a lightsaber. No matter how many times you say you hate each other you always find a way into each others arms. Everything you do has an undertone of competition, it's way you both always walk away with so many marks on you. When you and Maul work together you always tease each other, you always try to fluster the other by outdoing each other and somehow relaying it back to the things that happen behind closed doors.
KANAN + LOVERS IN DENIAL
You live together, you sleep together, you tease and flirt and kiss each other, but no, you and Kanan are not lovers. You're together because you fit each other like a glove but you both deny any romantic feelings there. It makes you the subject of much gossip in the Rebellion but you try not to let it get to you much. When you think you hear the other confess you pretend it didn't happen. Not yet. You're gonna confess properly after the war. Until then what you have is enough.
POE + UNDERCOVER RELATIONSHIP
You and Poe get along really well, which is why you were chosen for an undercover mission. It was supposed to stay only that, you should have remained professional, but your hands and mouth and tongues had other plans. It may have started as an undercover relationship but by the end of the mission it's looking more like that was just an excuse for your true feelings to come to light.
KYLO REN + SUNNY VS GRUMPY
He doesn't want anyone to know you're in this sort of a relationship. You have to sneak in and out of his bedroom, but little doors he know that it makes you very happy to know you have such a special place in his heart. He will never admit it, he will have his angry face on whenever you point this out to him and it won't go away if you kiss him, you have to work much harder to get Kylo to stop frowning.
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iicaru2 · 6 months
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every single time the full moon comes around akutagawa goes “Is it that time of the month again, Jinko?” to atsushi at some point and it always unfailingly pisses him off to no end
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Maul, if he loves someone enough can and WILL cuddle.
But not like a normal Zabrak. No, that's too easy.
This man is like the worst cat, he'll crawl into your space and interupt whatever you're doing to shove his body against yours.
Worst of all, he won't just pick ONE position and fall asleep. He will move and change until he finally finds a cozy position from anywhere to 5 to 10 minutes.
This man is not used to cuddling like "normal" people, doesn't care to ask for advice, and doesn't talk about what he wants a lot.
It just leads him to lay on you like a clingy cat with no concept of personal space.
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Maul’s Gloves
Pairing: Darth Maul x Reader Rating: Explicit CW: Penetration, impact play, sensory deprivation, training, breath play, power exchange, a little degradation
- You get used to the leather when he keeps his gloves on, not wanting to sully himself with your nakedness, your fluids, your arousal. - You get used to the sensation of those worn seams against your skin, leaving indentations you can feel afterwards: on your hips, on your stinging ass, or on the insides of your thighs where he’s held you in place until he’s finished. - You learn to love the need that comes from wanting to be touched by him, but always being deprived the rough callouses of his skin. - You learn that he keeps his claws long and sharp when he’s sent on missions, and the gloves are sometimes for your protection. - You learn to love the sting when he claps your ass, how the extra layer covering his skin is more rigid and possesses an edge of pain that lingers. - You develop a pavlovian response to the creak of leather when he makes a fist, a tight notching across his knuckles that gets you hot in seconds. - You know the smothery, hot scent of leather intimately, how firm his grip can be over the lower half of your face when he closes a hand of your mouth and all you can breathe is the last, hot rasp of your control slipping away. - You learn to love the extra, irregular friction when he fucks you on his fingers, bent over one knee with your ass in the air, the other hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place. - You learn how he likes you to care for them, like they’re a tool that only you can clean and prepare when he needs them: something dedicated to your time together, when the robes come off and he’s naked — they’re the one thing he’ll humour you with if you ask him nicely to use them.
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yandere-wishes · 7 months
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𝕆𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝
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Summary: You try to escape from two fearsome Sith Lords. Surprisingly they take it rather well.
Author's note: This is totally getting a part 2. Or maybe a series we'll see. 
Warnings: dark, absolutely no regard for the rule of two, sorta a vent fic (venting that these two are so fine and I can't get them out of my mind), slightly fluffy.
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The empire's warships have a tendency to blur reality. The interiors of their large hulking exoskeletons house endless corridors and makeshift chambers. Vast, endless arrays of space. They've been optimized for housing droids, clones, and artillery. Not for escape, not for an endless search of a freedom that has long since eroded. 
Calling yourself anything but desperate would be a lie. Your feet run to the chorus of your broken heartbeat. The need for freedom, the need to escape spreads through your body like a poison. You know it'll end up killing you, either from exhaustion or by their sabars. But you have to try, you have to run. Even if you've left fragments of yourself in the warm bed the three of you sleep on. Even if you forgot your heart under Anakin's pillow and your soul still lingers in Maul's warm embrace. Maybe freedom is worth cutting off pieces of yourself, if only in the hope that someday they might grow back. 
There's something wrong with the corridors you're sure of it. You've never been one for directions, instead relying on the holo screens and navigation systems to lead the way. Mirror images as far as the eye can see. Identical, plain. Nothing substantial to store in your memory. There's something ironic about this situation, a punchline that doesn't quite land. You half haphazardly tug on the skirt of your nightgown, desperate for anything familiar. You're not sure why.
You remember how Anakin called you pretty this morning, still hazy, still clinging to the sensation of slumber. Perfect blue eyes too dazed to look at you. Really look at you. The chosen one gazes at your ghost, your ethos. the perfect doll he and Maul had morphed you into. Behind you
 Maul pulls you to his chest. Hand running up and down her side, trying to resurrect you into his dreams. It's only when Anakin's eyes close, seeling the shimmering blue orbs, that you crawl out of bed and into the unknown. 
You're lost, abandoned in absolute desolation. The marble tiles bleed frost into the soles of your feet. Somewhere in the distance, you feel a disturbance in the force. Too far away to matter, yet leaking with a potent rage that burns. It's hope you think, albeit pathetically, maybe it's better to capitulate this pointless crusade and wait for the Sith lords to find you. The crash comes just as you're about to stop. You bump into him, falling in the process. All armor and steel. The Stormtrooper's mask is off giving you a clear view of his scarred face. His eyes flash, some dreary emotion too obscure to read, he offers you a gloved hand, something human something casual. 
You stare frozen. 
When exactly did you stop comprehending human idiosyncrasies? 
When exactly did you start reading every interaction as a threat? 
He's a monster, you think, just like the ones you've been warned about. Lectured time and time again by both Anakine and Maul. Monsters pry on little girls, especially ones who wander off on their own. Monsters lurk behind unsuspecting walls, ready to pounce when their prey approaches. You wonder if, the definitive definition of "monster" could be passed on to the two Siths who call themselves your lovers. 
There's blood, too crimson to be real. Metallic aromas wafted through the air. You've only now noticed how close the disturbance in the force really is. Close enough to distinguish itself. To reveal that, in actuality, it's not a disturbance at all.
 It's two...
Something cold yanks at your forearm. Pulling you to your feet. for a split second, your nerves calm. The familiarity of the cybernetic arm grants you a heavy ease. Anakin pushes you over to where Maul is standing. Golden eyes burning holes through the stormtrooper's armor. 'He didn't do anything' you long to say. But the words wisely die on your tongue as Maul grips your shoulders. Anakine's saber is lit, stabbing through the soldier's armor as if it were flesh. As if killing him where as easy as killing a rogue thought. "You're quite a foolish soldier for daring to touch that which belongs to your commanders. Even more imbecilic for so much as looking at emperor Palpatine's disciple." 
Maul's grip on your shoulders tightens, eyes never once leaving the bloodshed. One of his hands instinctively roams to your belly, then slides down to your thigh. Rubbing it ever so gently as his claws pierce your soft skin. You close your eyes trying to make yourself smaller. You hate how his touch grounds you. How the familiarity plucks at your heartstrings. When he touches you like this you wish you would forever rot in his arms.
"'I'm sorry" You don't know why the words come so easily. As if they've been itching to spill from your tongue. Maybe it's easier to say 'I'm sorry' rather than 'You've broken my perception of love, of reality and now I can only find comfort in your darkness.' "Hush" Maul's anger spills with every syllable. His claws dig deeper, earning him a pained hiss from his doll. 
"You're not sorry, in fact, you rather enjoyed this didn't you? Running away making us chase you down, I never thought your species would enjoy being the prey so much, little one." Anakin walks over, saber seethed at his side. His every step promised pain, retribution. He's angry, furious. They both are, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, they'll end it all today. 
Maul's chambers have always been a testament to Dathomir, bathed in deep scarlets and endless ebony. You wonder if he's homesick for a place he's only visited in his worst ephialtes. After the incident in the corridors, they drag you back to the Zabrak's room. Neither bothering to say a word. Merely permitting their rage to engulf you, subduing you into submission. It's an unwelcome surprise when they begin to prep for the day. Throwing on their black cloaks, prior to choosing your outfit. An abnormal affinity settles across the room. Too unnerving to go unchecked. 
They dress you each morning, a ritual you think, some attestation of love that's never been quite right. Maul drapes you in velvet dresses. Each one harbors a sui generis softness that sits erroneously across your skin. Their opulent sensation only brings forth feelings of aversion and despair. Their softness an ode to your imprisonment. 
the dresses come in shades of crimson, detailed sometimes in black, sometimes in gold, and sometimes in a frigid blue that sends shivers running up your spine. 
Anakin fusses over your accessories, why they feel the need to dress you so extravagantly daily is beyond you -as you've come to realize many things are- On days when Anakin's hubris reaches its apex, he bathes you in gold. Astonishing glittering collars across your neck and Kuat bangles hanging from your wrists. When he's sober from his pride he chooses black diamonds. Simple and exotic. scintillate and opaque.
Allusions to the dark side.
A hidden reference that crawls inside you. 
Once, back when you'd been sure defiance was still an option. Back when callow hope still dared to flow through your veins. Back when you'd been a jejune, stubborn thing. You had refused to wear one of the dresses they'd bought. Adimant in your refusal until Maul had stuck out his hand. Summoning the Force to remind you just who held the supreme authority here. 
The Force had strangled you, clawing hungrily at your neck. You felt your bones caving in on themselves, watched with exacerbating hysteria as your feet abandoned the floor. He'd only released you when he was sure you were near death's adorned door. Permitting you to molder on the floor akin to a ragdoll. 
Anakin had chastised you after you'd conjured enough strength to sit up, gasping greedily for air. He'd broken two fingers that day. One still harbors a small scar.
A Promise ring. 
An augury.
There are days, few and far between. When they've deemed you've been behaving adequately for long enough. That they permit you the choice of which dress you'd fancy wearing for the day. It's a rare event, reserved as a special treat. You think it's their way of proposing variety, giving you the illusion of choice. Making you feel a little less smothered. 
Today is not one of those days. Today, you feel them pick you apart, only to reassemble you in their image. Drowning you in extravagance. A reminder, one whose deprecating nature weaves itself within your muscles. You, little girl, are nothing more than a doll. And dolls should know their place.
No sooner do you feel the final lace fasten across your back, that Anakin is tugging you outside the door. Metal arm clasped around your forearm. 
Maul follows behind molten gaze locked on your face. The hallways bend to their will as if the walls themselves quiver with their presence. You recognize this corridor, recognize the frigid forlorn. 
There's something wrong with Emperor Palpatine's throne room. It's surreal, makeshift. His real throne lays somewhere cold, somewhere even his apprentices don't dare wander off to. The ironclad throne has never felt right. Never felt like it held any real power. Just terror, just dread, just hatred. But here it is in all its glory. Left to two apprentices who'd rather treat it as a toy than a sacred place.
 Anakin dramatically throws himself onto the throne. One leg thrown over the armrest as he leans against the other. His other leg planted firmly on the ground. He keeps you steady on his thigh. Torturing you with his distant, disappointed look. Maul stands in front of you. His eyes liquid gold melting into you. You see the galaxy in them. Hear it whispearing secrets meant to be forgotten. It's Anakin's voice that rattles you from your disjointed thoughts. 
"You caused us so much worry angel" he's being nice. You don't trust that. There's something sinister plaguing his words.  
"You know Ani, she may cease escaping if you'd cease to spoil her." Maul leans down, gripping your chin and squeezing. " The brat forgets her place, merely cause you'd rather coddle her than discipline her." 
Anakin glares, a shift in his eyes, blue bleeding into gold. "Hmm, Maul, you're starting to sound an awful lot like Kenobi right now."
"Why's that? Did the old fool tend to also point out your shortcomings?" 
You wonder who this Kenobi is, as you watch the Siths' exchange crude childish vitriols. Maybe he'd make a better lover than the two men you have the misfortune of being adhered to. 
They never could truly see just how similar they were.
Two sides of the same coin. 
One born of copper, the other, black rose petals.
Subconsciously you reach out. Grasping Anakin's robotic hand, fiddling with the panel, peeling it away to gain access to the wires and circuits. You have a bad habit of ripping things open. Anakin learned this the first time he kissed you and you tried to gnaw at his chest with your nails. Not in malice, but rather to satisfy a ravenous curiosity. A raging need to open him and see just how he ticked. You'd wished to perform an autopsy on his soul. Rip him open and devour all his secrets. Back then you'd wondered if you could kiss sunrises into Anakin's eternal night. Strip him of bleak blackened skies and introduce him to stars and a moon that shines. He'd only vaguely permitted it. Opting to pluck the stars lying within you. Swiping them for steel and lava and other mundane things that fueled his incessant rage. 
Anakin's head dips, lips pressing on your jugular vein. "You're ethereal" Anakin mubbles against your skin, like the dying prayer of a collapsing star. He's so pretty when he kisses your neck. Biting away pieces of you. Stealing your light for himself. 
"Princess" Maul seethes venom pelting from his words. You realize you'd been ignoring him. Something he's not too fond of. "What in the stars was going through your pretty little head?" 
 he looks like he'd love nothing more than to wring your pretty little neck right now. "I just..." your words feel heavy. Tiny bullets polluting your tongue. It feels so cruel to say when you know just how much they love you. "I just wanted some freedom. Just a bit of space." 
"Dumb little angel" Anakin chastes. You lower your head in embarrassment watching Maul kneel in front of you. He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your head. "You can never escape us beloved".
 "I love you," says Anakin. All you hear is, I'll haunt you, I'll break your ribs one by one so that I may possess your heart. Maybe they mean the same thing. 
"And I'm pretty sure if Maul could feel normal emotions like everyone else, then he'd love you too." You can't help but let out a giggle as Anakin throws his head back laughing. A rare melodious sound, that causes your heart to skip a beat. Maul merely rolls his eyes before pecking you on the lips.
You trace your fingers across Maul's chest, feeling the pummelling of two hearts. A double heartbeat. Two melodies entwined, You wonder who he harbors in those hearts. One for love and one for family. You nip at his bottom lip. Ushering the blood into your mouth. He tastes of Ichor and smoke. Of sadness and rage. From behind you feel Akanin bite into the hollow of your flesh. Leaving traces of himself upon your skin. 
"Our pretty little problem" Anakin mumbles. 
You're a problem, a vexation draped in velvet, an unsolvable equation. Trapped between a love that seethes through your body like a toxin. Engulfing you until your mind relents. Maybe it's easier this way. Easier to say 'I love you' without the double entendre. 
You do love them.
A rather arduous conclusion to reach.
Maul and Anakin.
Palpatine's apprentices. 
Your lovers
Yeah, that sounds about right...
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passionesolja · 10 months
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I feel like Star Wars missed the opportunity to make Darth Maul and Count Dooku beef. Like all there’s this conversation about Maul and Kenobi’s relationship but imagine being Count Dooku and you gotta live with the fact that the mf who killed your Padawan (one of the events that ended up making you align yourself with the Sith) is alive and living his best life. I would be so pissed. Sidious had to tell Count Dooku not to fuck with Maul bc I refuse that Dooku had no want to slide for Qui Gon Jinn
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saglovesu · 8 months
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Star Wars Villains and their obsession with Obi-Wan: The Kenobi Effect ™
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