MJ

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You weren’t a jedi, never had been, and to the best of your knowledge had never been sought after by the order, but you knew things. That’s how Maul found you, running scams reading fortunes. Although could you really call them scams when you were usually right? 

It had been a slow month when you decided to head to the casinos, hoping to make a couple extra credits, when you were noticed. The Pykes could be superstitious, and when one of the higher ups of the syndicate caught onto your luck, it wasn’t long before you were under his employ. Not exactly your dream job, but you couldn’t really say no. It wasn’t too bad, other than the lingering fear of being killed for making a wrong prediction, and you were being paid better than you ever had been in your life.

You also became what you referred to, only in private, as the family psychic. The wife called on you to make predictions as little as what breakfast would serve her the best through the day (okay, that feels a bit scammy) and she also doted on you. Only having sons, you became a bit like a doll she could play dress up with. Which admittedly could be kind of fun, when else were you going to touch fabric this expensive? You felt bad for her, you could tell she was lonely. Which is why you had accepted the dinner party invitation. You were under the impression it was going to be a small affair, just the household, like many times before. With all your abilities how did you not foresee this night being the one that would completely change your life?

There you were in the…ballroom? Living room? The offspring of the two? …when a group of Pykes entered, with them a red and black Zabrak. It felt like gravity shifted, he must have felt it too, because it wasn’t long before his eyes found yours. You spent the night pretending it flattering when some crime boss, from, you don’t remember what system, flirted with you and trying to sneak a peek at the man with the crown of horns. Which was incredibly hard to do when he never seemed to stop looking at you.

A couple cycles later you got a call saying that Lord Maul, personally wanted a reading from you. You thought about running, but the same little feeling that made you bet on red instead of black made you reconsider. You would go, pretty positive you were not walking to your death. 

You entered a room, even more ridiculously grand than the first one you’d seen the Zabrak (Maul, you remined yourself) in. Once again you felt the world tilt from its axis. He was sitting on a thrown, if it had been anyone else you probably would be fighting the urge to roll your eyes, because come on, you’re head of a criminal enterprise, not ruler of the galaxy. With him though, it worked. 

Maul had taken you under his wing to help expand your understanding of the force. What he said, gave you your clairvoyance. You pushed back at the beginning, because no it was not, it was just a weird quirk you had, “not the fucking force”. You couldn’t fight the pull he had on you though, and eventually gave in to his teachings. You weren’t nearly as strong as him, your scope of the future not quite as expansive as he hoped it would be. And, disappointing both of you, not the padawan he was searching for. Nevertheless, a connection grew.

It was when he lost Mandalor you realized how hard you’d fallen for Maul. Much to your ire he had made you leave with the rest of the Mandalorians, so he could face the jedi alone. When he met up with the rest of the group, it took everything in your being not to fling yourself at him right then and there in front of everyone else. It was only when there was some semblance of calm that you got a moment of privacy with him. 

You had been rehearsing what you were going to say for hours. You didn’t get a chance to say any of it though because as soon as the door shut, he was on you. It was blur as he pushed you against the wall, his hands cradling your head, and mouth landing on yours. Maul kissed you in a way you had never been kissed before, like his life depended on it. When he did finally pull aways, you were left gasping for air.

“It seems my teachings on quieting your mind have fallen on deaf ears,” he said slyly.

For a half second you think about saying something sarcastic in return before ultimately deciding that you couldn’t possibly wait to kiss him again. This time you were prepared to kiss him back with as much passion as he had the first time. The feeling of his tongue against yours, his teeth grazing your lower lip, his hands roaming your body, it all made you lightheaded. But you’d be damned if you didn’t return his actions with equal fervor. Taking the chance to finally run your hands over the muscles you’d admired during all his trainings.  (It’s only the morning after when you realize, if he heard your thoughts last night, he definitely heard them then. So why in the Maker’s name had he not done anything earlier!) Taking advantage of his open shirt you let your fingers travel up his chest, to the back of his neck, up the base of his head and finally caressing the base of his horns. You hear Maul let out a pur like moan before your being lifted, and having your legs guided around his waist. 

Suddenly, he pulls his mouth from yours, you try to chase him, but he denies you. Finally, about to say something, you notice him studying your face. He’s always had an intense gaze, but right now you think he’s staring into your soul. You stare back, letting him find whatever it is he’s looking for. Eventually he does. When he leans in to kiss you again it's different than before. Not any less passionate, but slower, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling of your lips on his. It’s not long before his ferocity returns however, and you feeling yourself pulled from the wall, and carried a short distance, then settled onto the makeshift cot you’d set up hours earlier.

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Today is the day, you think as you watch Maul's ship start to dock. There hasn’t been any power struggles among the shadow collective in months. Spice is flowing out and credits are flowing in. The last time you holo-messaged him he was in a good mood. Not that anyone besides you could tell. You will greet each other in the normal but, reserved way you do in front of the men, retire to your bedroom and then tell him you are pregnant. Easy enough. 

“My Lord,” you greet as he comes to stand before you. You see the slightest shift in his face as he takes you in. He knows you’re nervous, of course he does. Before Maul gets the chance to say anything, you cut him off, “There is something I wish to discuss with you in private.”

“Lead the way, my Lady.” He says slowly, already trying to figure out what has got you rushing him. 

You walk through the halls to your room in silence, a very rare thing for either of you. You don’t look, but you know he’s watching you. You can practically feel his eyes studying your form, hear the gears grinding as he tries to guess what could possibly be so wrong it had to wait until the two of you were alone.

As the door to your room shuts, he crowds you, cupping your face between his hands, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you let out a little laugh. He’s already figured out its personal, otherwise he wouldn’t be this gentle. Taking his hand, you lead him to sit on the bed. “I have news, good news, I think,” a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”

In all your time together, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Maul stunned into speechlessness. He stands taking a few steps away from you before turning, “Mine?”

“No Rook’s!” you say half sarcasm, half exasperation. He gives you his most lethal side eye. Standing and approaching him, “who else's would it be?”

“It’s just, I never, we’ve never…” Another first, Maul is stuttering. The man of monologues, the man who captivates you with the most elegant speeches, is stuttering. Once again, he takes your face in his hands, studying every inch before he kissing you gently.

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as he pulls away, “So it’s good then?”

“Yes, very good.”

“Even if they inherit my sarcasm?”

“Especially then,” he says with a slight smile. "Can I?”

It takes a moment to figure out what he’s asking before you see his hand slightly raised, reaching for your belly. “I don’t know maybe I should make sure its ok with Rook,” you tease, earning an eye roll. “It’s far too soon to feel anything,” taking his hand you place it on your lower abdomen, anyway. 

“I can,” he mumbles, “I could feel it the moment I landed, I just couldn’t tell what it was.”