Not Maul’s Mandalorian trying to sneak past the guards one early morning. Subtle, so definitely trying to keep from being seen, a bit difficult.
The tunic they grabbed is not theirs..the opening at the front is much too deep. They try to keep it closed. Have to hide the bites. Have to hide the nips to their flesh. Hide what they had done from prying eyes.
Maul stretches out an arm, the space beside him empty. He grips at the sheets. Ah it seems his Mandalorian scurried off before the Dawn.
Maul hums to himself, he much preferred their company…the warmth from their side gone. Ah but it seems they took the wrong clothes. Ah that was satisfying…
He could picture them trying to run off. Hiding behind pillars and corners so as to not be seen. The tunic sliding off their shoulder and a love bite blooming on their shoulder. He had left many.
He sighs. He will be sure to tease them and chide them for leaving before before their Mandalore dismissed them and order them back for their next orders.
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The insistent beep of the steamer went off, the familiar aroma of seasoned meat and vegetables wafted throughout the small ship. It was the very last the prepared food his Star had packed for him. After this it was ration bars.
He scoffs, once he had no trouble scarfing those bars when it was required for him to eat. Food was a necessity. Now his stomach protested at the thought of those dry and tasteless things.
His Starlight had spoiled him, cooking mouthwatering foods and sharing meals in close quarters. Tender meats and stews that were full of spices and burnt his tongue. A pocket potato bundled into his pack filled with cheeses and bit of bacon. He has cured the meat himself and had it smoking, he had taking a liking to preparing meats and meals alongside his Star.
A final plate of bantha steak and grilled vegetables…packed up neatly and with care. The terrors as he and the others had dubbed them aided with preparing this trove of food. The littest Danica, with her toothy grin, was pleased with herself as she had aided with the meat this time. The zabrak licked her lips after sampling a piece, declaring the meat , “ a masterpiece”
“There will be plenty more when you come back!” she declared, he gave her a smile while his Starlight would not look at him. He was leaving again.
Maul was too hasty too starved, before he registered it the plate was empty. “A clean plate!” the terrors would glady cheer. Yes a clean plate, for once he did not celebrate it.
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“Maybe we should make…” Little Danica declared to her buir as they walked the passages of the Fortress. Aria Baras tried her best to smile and follow with Danica’s happy plans for what to prepare for when Maul returned, whenever that may be.
“Maybe some Bantha too! Ba’vodu Savage said it was nice and ready for us to cook up!” Aria was thankful for Savage, Maul’s brother was trying his all to step in as father to the youngest. Though Danica would firmly keep her storybooks tucked under her pillow, only Maul was allowed to read her to sleep, “We will lose our place, ba’vodu,” she explained, “and you don’t do the voices as well as my buir”
How long would Danica wait so hopeful that Maul would return? Aria’s eyes wandered to the closed doors of the hanger, how long would she stay and wait?
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Elsewhere in the galaxy Cress Oppress cursed under his breath and set back the sweet potato he has grabbed. It was only him and Leta, no need for more. At the Fortress with the terrors there was always room for more, “Extra is always best” his beloved buir would say tossing in another cut up sweet potato into the pot.
His buir always ensured there was extra food, growing up Cress was always the one who asked for seconds and maybe even thirds if possible. His ba’vodu Savage had joked that Cress had inherited double the appetite. His buir, Maul had sported a fond smile at the joke.
He didn't feel so hungry now, and put the potato away.
You aren't him. You aren't going to turn into him.
As if trying to cover the mirrors in the ship weren't always a step too far. The meat sizzled in the pan, he and his sweetheart were able to take down some game on their mission and Cress wanted to ensure she ate well. He preferred to think he was more like his buir, Starlight. Always taking care of others and making sure their tummies were full.
The mix of spices were just like hers, but it never tasted the same to him. He missed her terribly. He missed her humming away as she worked and stirred the pot, he had been at her side helping as far as he could remember. Always rewarded with the first sampling of the food. He and his twin Aster would at times battle for the first plate. She often won with a sizable bite to his hand or shoulder. His buir would scold her for the biting and send her to the table second. Cress nursing his bandaged hand. His buir always took care of him.
The pan sizzled at the drops of water splashing on the surface. He missed his buir. He missed home.
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Maul gagged at the chalky taste of the ration bar. Forcing another bite of it down his throat despite the protests of his stomach. He had to eat.
Finally finished he tossed the wrapper to the far side of the ship. He glanced at the meager pile of supplies. A potato a carrot… even some packed ham….he could cook up something. He knew how. He could.
Yet he remained sitting at the helm, leaving the supplies to sit there until he tossed them at the next station in exchange for more ration bars.
On continuation of the discovery deep within the Fortress the next day an announcement was made to the litter of young Zabraks.
The 5 year olds and the one 3 year old looked up curious as a picnic basket was set on the counter.
It is the eldest boy, Cress, “ Are we to have a special lunch?” When it came to food Cressie wanted to know all.
“Are we picking vegetables from your garden, buir?” It is young Eris who asked, her twin Ares pondered the thought, “I’d love some carrot juice.”
“Oh maybe it is a birthday? Buir? Papa?” Their younger brother little Feral looks to Angel and Savage. “It is much too hot to bake a cake! Maybe a fruit tart?”
Little Aster still a tad sleepy over her plate of egg and bacon yawns, “ Can we take a hammock? I’m still sleepy.” Maul and Starlights girl enjoyed her sleep, her lovely black hair still up in the buns she slept in.
“It will be a surprise.” Maul commented to the group.
“And will remain so until we get there.” Savage added.
The little zabraks chatter excitedly, minus Aster who once more snoozed. Her chubby cheek pressed to the table.
Cressie watched with eagerness as his Buir, Starlight wrapped up sandwich after sandwich. A generous slice of Bantha steak nestled between the slices.
“Whatever we are doing it will have a delightful lunch!”
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Maul and Savage have packed up a small knapsack for each child, once again each told not to peek else it ruin the surprise.
“Must I walk, Daddy?” Aster yawns.
Starlight glances back as Savage leads the way, Maul already has picked up his dear little princess up and continues on.
“Maul..”
“It’s safer, we do not want her tripping if she is fatigued.” Besides Maul quite enjoyed dotting on his children. Little Cressie just in front with a biscuit that Maul handed him. He offered his free hand to his Buir, “ Buir can I walk with you?”
“Of course my little Star…”
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The excited squeals and shouts was vastly different from the calm of yesterday.
The adults brought more lights to ensure the children could see better. Little Aster jolted awake and asked to be put down to go see the pool.
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The 5 little ones changed into the swim clothes from the knapsacks and bounded for the water. It was little Feral who was a tad hesitant until Savage went in with him.
Aster splashed and Eris sprayed water at her.
Ares and Cress raced another.
Starlight and Angel cheered their little ones on. Maul settled for sitting at the edge of the pool and playful splashed at the little ones who tried to surprise him.
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Swimming worked up a appetite. Each little one happily gobbling up their sandwiches and a bit of fruit tart.
Cress looking to his buir who already had another half sandwich out for him.
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The little ones huddled close after being bundled into fluffy towels and napped for a time.
Their parents clearing away the picnic and enjoying the quite, accompanied by the purrs and snores.
For years...decades more so Maul knew he would have an apprentice of his own. One that would carry the traditions instilled upon him and when the time was right his apprentice would strike him down. It was the way of things.
It was often believed that the arrival of the twin children Cress and Aster would ensure that an apprentice would rise or better have the two young Zabraks pitted against another for the title. Maul did not make either of his children his apprentice.
That role would not fall to them.
Cress was his little shadow in name alone and Aster was a prodigy in her fighting abilities but no neither would be his apprentice.
Little Danica who came later down the line was also kept from the role, no matter how much she persisted. Maul gently shook his head, his children would not be his apprentice.
Maul would acquire another for the title, someone who would follow, someone to teach…
The would-be Jedi Ezra Bridger had been a worthy candidate for the role, but no the boy was much to entrenched in aiding those about him. For a brief moment it could have been, the two had both been wronged by the Empire, by the sith but alas…
It was clear then, that there would be no apprentice that would follow Maul’s orders and mission. That was until…
Urethavata or Ava had been following him without delay. The little Chiss watched Maul with wide eyes and from the corner of his eye, Maul swore the little one was trying to imitate him as he trained.
“Teach?” Ava was still learning basics, often using broader terms when he couldn't find the exact word he wanted. The word heavy on his tongue so used to the “near impossible” tongue of Cheunh.
In his small hands, one of the practice poles that his eldest children once used and Danica had recently come to use.
“No more teaching till tomorrow little one,” Maul reminded the young Chiss. The boy shook his head, “Teach!”
“Teach me!” the boy persisted.
Maul puzzled over Ava’s persistence, the boy must be trying to get at something.
“I will tomorrow,” Maul attempts, again Ava tries holding the saber in the same manner Maul does. The way Danica and him see each morning and midday.
“Teach.” an attempt to swing the pole like he had seen Maul done with his saber. The child even had the pose!
Maul feels he understands and he cant help but laugh, after all this time.
“You want to be my apprentice?”
The little Chiss’s eyes glow bright and he nods eagerly, “Apprentice, Teach!”
For decades Maul had attempted to gain a student to teach, one to show what he knew to train as his better when the time came. Instead this time this little one had come to him very eager to learn.
“It wont be easy, and you will not be able to learn some things.” Ava was not force sensitive as far as anyone can sense, just a boy with determination…
“Keep Dani safe.” The boy declared. “Want Dani Safe.” again holding the stick in the same motion and manner, a poised attack. To defend…
“You want to keep Dani safe…” Maul crouched down to the young boy’s level.
Ava nods his black hair falling before his glowing red eyes. A child with such determination to keep his dear friend safe with all his might.
Maybe the reason was selfish, just for this one person. To learn and train just for the one.
To Maul there was no better reason, especially since it involved his dearest little Danica. How wondrous that she had such a friend. His one wish is to keep Danica safe.
“You will make a fine student, Urethavata. We will start training tomorrow.”
Ava grins widely at that. He would learn and be like Maul. Time would tell how much likeness it would be.
What was for certain was that similar determination prevailed. They would not be deterred from what they set themselves towards.
As late night gives way Maul makes his rounds to the room. As he suspected little Ava had “snuck” his way to little Danica’s room. The small boy and girl huddled close and asleep, even as they dreamt Ava was trying to keep her safe, Danica tucked under his chin.
Not even her horns kept them from being apart. The dearest little friends from farm ends of the galaxy.
Maul carefully pulled the covers up to keep them warm, the winters on Dathomir were never kind. Another blanket from the cupboards. Danica makes a soft purr while Ava hums in his sleep as if to answer.
Maul would ensure Ava would be a grand apprentice…for Danica’s sake.
I was wondering if you had any headcanons for how maul would handle having an s/o with abandonment issues?
I realize it's depressing, so if you don't want to then no hard feelings! I love your dad! Maul stuff. Its a big comfort. :)
Anon, anon. I would love to provide you some headcanons on the subject, I have broached the matter somewhat within my dad!maul writings both with the tomatoes and his so...but nonetheless let's see
*also feel free to ask Maul x SO questions, or Savage x So, as well, and now Thrawn X So as I am more comfortable writing for him! I adore these questions
To start his SO maybe trying their best not to show how it pains them to see him go, they dont want him to see how they are fighting against themselves to ask when? how soon? or even if he will return to them. It may be they have before with someone else, some people may realize it is important to know to aid you when they are gone, others might realize oh...this is not going to work...
You are not sure where Maul stands on the matter when you are first together, and you are doing all you can not to show it.
It may be the night before he leaves and he notes how you press your face to his chest and listen to the beats of his hearts, your shoulders tense and the Force about you ebbed with fear, concern, and sadness...he will be going once again. Again and again he is going to go and it worries you...it seeps into the air and about him.
" I will be back as soon as I can...." you still, how had you forgotten he can sense such things. Hands drift over your back trying to ease the tension your body has locked in. You had tried so hard not to show your worries, of Maul not returning....it had happened before with others...
" Don't worry." you try as you push away the thought you keep at bay. Maul leaving. Maul going and not returning home to you. Alone once more, alone with no one and nothing.
"I am coming back to you. " He whispers against your forehead, " I am going to return to you my Starlight, you are my light guiding me back"
It is not a colorful metaphor, his Starlight was his reason to return. To fight tooth and nail to return back to thier embrace. The one person who wanted him back in thier arms, he would do everything to do so. Burn everything and everyone to be back with you.
You hold him tight, trembling in his embrace and soft sobs tumbling from your lips, " Please. Please come back to me. Don't leave me waiting...please Maul..."
Nights spent staring up at a starry sky, waiting and waiting for someone who was not going to return, they didn't want to return to them.
Maul takes hold of your face in his hands and you weep at his words, " I am coming back. I am coming back to you. I will be in your arms again...I swear it." A press of his lips to yours, slightly salty from tears finally allowed to fall freely.
" How can I not return to you? You, my Starlight, you are my reason, you who want me at your side....you...who wish for me to return. I will be back. As soon as I can be I will be back...." No one in his life has ever wanted him in their life, and you...you weep at the thought of him never returning. You...the person who has brought a single bit of light to his life. A light he cherishes and wishes always to be with him.
The next kiss is soft and gentle. He will return....he will.
You watch the next day as the ship leaves the sky, he will return to you...he will...back to his Star who waits for him.
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This might be a bit of a downer, but have Starlight or Angel ever experienced postpartum depression? And if so, how have Maul or Savage helped them cope?
This is a downer however it is an issue that needs to be addressed so thanks for bringing it in. read more as it is sensitive subject for some
tw: pregnancy, postpartum depression, anxiety
Starlight definitely got it after Dani, the culmination of stressful circumstances ( possibility of another force-sensitive child during the days of the empire) , pregnancy (not planned) and anxiety have added to what they feel after Dani was born ( almost 2 months early I might add).
There are days where Starlight is alright and others where they suddenly break into tears and sobs over what could happen. What if something happens to Dani? What if they are found? The what if's result in Starlight shaking and Maul holding them close.
Starlight concerned over taking care of Dani...what if its been too long? What if they hurt the baby somehow?
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Maul stays with Starlight as much as he can. assuring them and helping them with little Dani who coos when Starlight holds her, " She feels safe with you. Yes it had been some time but we both can do this." reassurances and lots of time curled up together with the new baby. Maul holding onto Dani when Starlight has to take a moment.
" It is difficult but the two of us have another," he holds them close as Starlight stares up the sky with tears in their eyes, " You can cry my love...I'm here if you want me to be..."
Eventually with time and help from Maul Starlight smiles a bit easier and they aren't so worried ( as much as that can be) Danica coos in their arms and Starlight nuzzles her. Things are a bit easier now...
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As for Angel, sadly after the twins, they experience a short bout of it. Self-doubt and concern that they can't attach to the little sunflowers they longed for. "Why can't I?" They had in those first few days...what was wrong?"
Savage finds them sobbing in the garden, their safe place, they had put the twins to bed in bassinets surrounded by soft grass and flowers...the self-doubt...despite what Angel did they felt worried.
Savage sits next to his Angel and offers up his embrace, Angel falls into it and sobs into his chest. " It is hard right now. And I can't pretend to know what you are feeling, just know I am here. I am right here beside you my Angel." He wipes aware of the tears, " you are doing all you can and that is alright, we are together in this. "
Angel cries once more and Savage rocks them gently, " you are doing so well My love, rest right now, let me help...let me help you."
It is Savage caring for the twins and Angel gently smiling as they work in the garden, they cut flowers and make wreaths and crowns. Small crowns for the twins who make soft sounds at Angel's touch.
They smile, "I feel a little better my sunflowers...thanks to you and your Daddy." Angel is kissed softly on the cheek. Things are a little better
idk if you're up for writing some Thraul but if you are, Thraul with prompt #9. listening to the other’s heartbeat (look I love that zabraks have two hearts okay)
[email protected] I saw this in my inbox from you I internally screamed...I AM UP FOR WRITING SOME THRAUL I do not know if I will be able to do them the same level of justice that you or the wonderful other writers have done but I will attempt to do so, I adore the concept of these two together a bit too much.
ALSO YES TO THE TWO HEARTS, I use that fact so often is become a theme for me!
I am enthraulled to write this! ( terrible pun is terrible)
ENJOY
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Thraul (Thrawn x Maul)
Prompt 9. Listening to the other's heartbeat.
From the view of an observer, you will not imagine the composed figure was acquainted with the other. He was tall in stature and as blue as the sky, the opposite of the other. Red eyes inspecting the area before him, he was quite focused on the structures and architecture and glances at the other at times.
Continually in motion and even when paused bristled with tension and ready to strike, a crimson shade with a crown of horns about his head. Black markings upon his face and likely the rest of his form. He keeps a close distance to the blue Chiss.
Admiral Thrawn somehow had continually kept by the former Sith now only known as Maul...two opposing forces that somehow had not destroyed another. Thrawn with endless strategies and steps planned before his opponent had a chance. Maul whose determination and penchant for impassioned feats of destruction left no one standing. How they had not destroyed another is anyone's guess...
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Maul lays back on the bed and Thrawn follows, comfortably placing his head on Maul's chest. The Chiss had a temperature slightly lower than normal and as such would not be the Zabrak's preference, but Maul clung to each touch, the slightest brush of skin, any bit of affection granted to him. Thrawn was not one for public displays but in private he made an exception, more so for Maul.
Maul sighs into the touch of Thrawn's hand against his cheek and there's a small request for Maul to not say a word.
Maul was not one to be silenced.
"Let me listen." Thrawn elaborates if it can be called that. The Chiss presses his ear over the center of Maul's chest just in between the middle of his twin hearts. A steady beat, faster than a Chiss or a Humans and resulting in Maul's elevated body temperature...
Soothing and familiar as well as easily influenced. Thrawn smiles slightly as he moves his hand from Maul's cheek to his neck, the beat quickens slightly.
A slight change in touch caused that. Thrawn places a kiss against Maul's chest and feels the thrum of his hearts. A kiss always did that...
"Are you done toying with my hearts?" Maul asks, even in this dark room Thrawn can note the darkened burgandy now on the Zabraks's face.
" I am not toying with them I am merely admiring them," Thrawn again places another kiss upon Maul's flesh. Blue lips cool against burning crimson red.
Maul's hearts again flutter.
"Merely admiring," said Thrawn as he lays his head down to listen once more.
Maul wraps his arms about the Chiss and stays silent, sans for the purrs that come about...a new sound that the Chiss listens for. A rumbling like thunder just under his cheek...
Anyone like vampires? Anyone like Maul? How about both combined?
The balcony door rattles, the sound of the glass panes shaking wakes you. Your face grows warm as you are fully conscious now, your nightly visitor has come to your balcony once more. He waits for you, shrouded in darkness.
He always arrives in the dark, but tonight the moon is bright and high in the sky. Tonight there is not the same level of darkness.
Your nightgown drags across the cold ground, the white silk matching most of this room. You open the door to the shadow who steps in at the invitation. You close it once again shivering at the wind that followed.
Your shadow removes his hood. A startling white covered in intricate black markings. Sharp angles to his features and an arrangement of horns upon his head. His eyes are a dull red at this moment and his fangs are bared. You have feel his hungry gaze upon your exposed collar and neck.
“You’ve been gone longer this time…” you whisper, you reach out to brush his cheek. He snarls. “It would be unwise to do that right now, given as you came to me.”
The vampiric creature known as Maul growls, “Are you going to deny me?”
You are not sure how you have let this get this far.
At first an encounter in an alley. how sharp fangs bit into you neck and almost rained you, but he did not end you. You had been willing, exposing your neck to him, he had been so hungry. Your blood sweet and oh how you held him close as he drank.
No, he could not kill you. You are his favorite.
It came with its own myriad of problems such as Maul coming in at many late hours asking for a taste.
“No, but do recall I am mortal and require rest.” you retreat to your bed sitting down on the plush blankets. He follows.
“To spend the days in the sun…” he mutters to you as he takes his place on your bed.
You lay back. Maul over you his lips now pressed to your neck. He can hear your blood thrumming through, precious and his to taste.
“Thinking of the nights when you come to visit me,” you sigh. Maul kisses your neck, you hum as you feel the familiar sense of calm before he takes a bite. “Daydreaming of your touch and bite. Take some,” you begin to scratch between his horns. “It’s for you.”
Fanga sink into your neck and you whimper as you do each time. You can’t help but moan just a tad at how wonderful it feels. The initial pain vanishes and leaves your body burning and craving him to bite you more and more.
As he drinks a hand moves up your gown and gently rubs soothing circles upon your sides. You sigh gently and moan as his hand moves elsewhere. You are his favorite.
As your head spins Maul removes himself from you, licking away the excess blood and presses a soothing kiss to your bite.
It's still tender but the intimacy leaves you wanting more, “Stay tonight…” you ask.
Maul kisses your neck and collar, “ The sun…”
“ I have made sure it wont enter…for tonight and the day remain here with me.”
His eyes are red now, glowing as bright as a star, “ Is that your desire, sweet one?”
You nod, “Spend the night and day in my bed. Just stay with me.” he looks out to the balcony to the night. Back to the shadows alone or to remain here?
He looks you over in your night gown and hand out for him to take, “Stay with me…” you whisper.
Shadows or in the embrace of his sweet love? It is not a difficult choice even if he is in danger of the sun.
A night in his love’s bed is worth the burn.
He removes his shirt and smiles at the sight of your fluster, “ A night and day can be used for many things…but for now let me hold you.”
As the moon is high in the sky you lay in Maul’s arms and wish for the sun to never rise. You want the darkness and the night…he will remain forever if so.
