Darth maul x Former jedi! reader

Notes: Unreliable narrator, angst, forbidden love, breaking the jedi code, oneshot (might do a part 2? Dunno), not much maul in this 😔, short, set a little bit after order 66, gender neutral reader, might also do a prequel of reader and Maul reuniting during the clone wars.

Pain. And sadness.

Those were the only things that followed you now. No laughter, no cheap jabs, not even a tight smile. You were a shell of your former self. You almost scoffed as you went down memory lane. You were naive and rebellious back the–having grown up in the order since you were two, you longed for the outside world, yearned to have one normal night. You never knew what it felt like so you continuosly pushed your master and the council for it, complaing about the code. They scolded you constantly, and as you grew you stuck to your views, you could never grow out of them. And after one particular scolding from a council member—looking back on it you couldn't believe they let you stay in the order—you left the temple in the middle of the night. Finding yourself in a seedy underground bar. And that's where you met him. He was quiet and unnerving, but he had this arua around him that spoke to you. And he...he wanted you.

He gave you what you desired, handed it to you on a silver platter, and you....oh you...you ate it straight out of his hand. You were intoxicated with passion, drunk on it. And he was the mastermind behind it. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making you feel safe, loved, comforted. And making you forget. Forget he was sith. Forget about the code. Forget about your master. So he could turn you. Design you into what you hated and stand by his side. And you could not let that stand.

"Was it all a lie!?" You shouted, your light saber in hand as he stood there speechless. He couldn't move. He was stuck in place, his pupils dilated as he stared at you. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "Be reasonable!" He shouted. "It was nothing like that! And you know it!" The rest of your fight was a blur. The only thing you can remember after that is running. Running as fast as you can, while tears flew down your face.

You could sometimes still hear him screaming your name in quiet moments. And sometimes you swore you could feel his presence. And it was gnawing at you, had he found you through the bond? No...No you shut off the bond years ago! It couldn't be possible. You shivered slightly, your arms wrapping around you as you sat down in an alleyway. You had nowhere to stay, no money, and no food. Maker, you had spent your last credits getting to this kriffing planet! You groaned as your mind continued to wander, before gently closing your eyes for just a few seconds then opening them again. And yet when you opened them again you were still alone.

Derry, Maine-

You’ve been here a lot longer than most people think, looking like someone in their mid 20’s…but that’s far from the truth. You were…well over a hundred years old truly, but why? Humans can’t live for as long as you have, let alone look that young. Well, the answer was the beast that slept below Derry. Pennywise, IT, Robert “Bob” Grey…he took many names, many faces. That was just one of the many confusing things about him.

Pennywise, for as much simplicity as you can get, was a creature you met when you were TRULY 25 years old.

You encountered him during his year of hunting…honestly…a lot of things were a blur that year. And really, it’s been so long that you forgot how you even came to love that monster.  But at the same time, you wonder how you became the only thing with a heartbeat that it gave a shit about. What you did understand was that Pennywise was a terrible, evil, and sadistic creature. Yes, he does that to survive…but you always thought he took it too far in some instances but knew he enjoyed it at the same time.

But…it’s not your place to judge an otherworldly eldritch shapeshifting horror.

You knew he loved you…in his own way. Pennywise loved not in the way a human does, not with empathy or a feeling of mutual connection. Not a feeling of equality, vulnerability, nothing like that. No, Pennywise loved more like an animal meant to leave after the reproduction process was finished yet stuck around anyway. Pennywise’s love showed as possession, a claim over your life, anger towards any possible “threat” to you being its mate and bothering you none stop when he wasn’t hunting.

You’ve grown used to his tricks at this point, every 27 years when you see him, he still tries to scare you. Sometimes he’s successful, but you’ve grown old and apathetic enough that you have stopped caring about fear. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t killed you yet, without fear you wouldn’t taste as good, so he just doesn’t bother. Whatever the true reason was, he’s never truly hurt you…well…not in an aggressive trying to kill you way. No, like…like how bites and scratches is the only way a beast knows how to show physical love.

You’ve stopped questioning it, he eases your loneliness for the year he’s awake. Can’t really make friends when you’ll just outlive them and they’ll question why you don’t look a day over 25 when they’re old and wrinkly. He’s the one constant you got, perhaps that’s his own sadistic humor towards you too.

You have no one who’ll remain by your side. No one but him…

ofc! might be slightly ooc since i am not be best writer :') -Probably met at Crossroads when Medkit wasn't working or might have been heading to/getting back from work.

-However you two could have also met when he lived in Blackrock and worked together at some point and got along at least decently (or compared to him and subspace, greatly)

-You would probably actually give him a space to where he could actually pursue at least a bit of his love for engineering and would probably enjoy if he had someone to work with that would actually cooperate with him and let him not have the whole doctor thing like he has at the church.

-I think that as well the both of you would have more dry senses of humor and maybe make some small inside jokes

-He would feel like he could open up more to you than some others at some point in the relationship however it would probably take some time to get to that point and a lot of trust to be built between the both of you.

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Word Count: 626

Warnings: meantions of drinking and alcohol.

A/N: :3

Donations: $carterofval

oh bub i feel that,,, i got my period and immediately got as cold,,,, for the second month in a row????? and ive never wanted to die more tbh,,,,,,, this aint up to like,,,, my usual standards but like,,,,, take the garbage 

“Okay so, I got your favorite blanket, a heating pad, some tea, and all the snacks you’ve craved in the last week!” Izuku dumped everything down on the table before he plopped down next to you. You were quick to grab the heating pad, pressing it to your body and sighing at how good it felt. Your boyfriend followed your movements, snuggling under the blanket and pulling so your weight rested on him. It wasn’t in you to complain like you normally would, everything hurt, and Izuku was so warm, and comfy.

“You feeling okay, love?” Izuku spoke over the movie that was playing, fingers carding through your hair, pausing to tug out any knots you had.

“No I’m not feeling okay, Izuku. I feel like I’m dying.” You hissed, nails digging into the arm he had wrapped around your waist as some kind of warning. Izuku merely laughed it off, kissing your cheek before he went back to your hair. 

“I know babe, stupid question. Do you want anything else? Ice cream? I could run you a bath?”  

You shook your head, the though of moving made you want to cry. 

(Finally getting to these older requests)

Skeleton Got Your Tongue

“WELL YOU’VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE,” Sans assures you, though his living room doesn’t exactly strike you as the right place to get a tongue piercing. Still, after reading all of the internet horror stories and confessing your deep fear and mistrust of the procedure in general, you’re pretty sure there are worse places to come to.

“You know about tongue piercing?” you ask, trying not to sound incredulous and threaten your arrogant friend’s highly inflated ego.

Sans waves your question away… arrogantly. “I DO NOT SIMPLY KNOW ABOUT PIERCINGS, HUMAN. I AM AN EXPERT AT THEM, UNSURPRISINGLY OF COURSE.” Of course. What isn’t Sans good at? Humility maybe.

“But you’re a skeleton,” you venture to point out. You doubt that he forgot about his monster type, but skeletons just don’t seem like they would be interested in piercings. What would they even pierce?

“EXACTLY,” says Sans loftily without explaining anything. Fortunately, Sans’ brother shows up just in time to save you from your (unintentionally, you hope) heavily implied ignorance.

Everyone calls Papyrus Mutt, though the reasons for the moniker vary from describing his dog-like loyalty to mocking his penchant for spiked collars and unwashed clothes. As the lanky skeleton sprawls out on top of you on the couch, you idly wonder if scratching his skull will cause his leg to kick. You just barely manage to resist the urge. The last thing Mutt needs is more encouragement to ignore personal space.

“‘s almost impossible to give a skeleton monster a piercing,” says Mutt, then sticks out his tongue to blow a raspberry right in your face. He has a tongue piercing! “my bro’s the only one who can do it.”

You gape. Skeletons only have fleshy bits like tongues when they want to have them… so where does the piercing go? “How-”

A clatter interrupts your question. You didn’t even notice Sans leaving the room, but he’s already back with a freaking piercing kit and a tray of sterile piercings, setting them up on the coffee table like it’s a mall kiosk. You wonder why he has all of these tools on hand. Is he running some sort of illicit piercing operation out of his basement?

“piercing’s were popular where we came from. my bro’s done a lot of them. he’ll take care of you.”

“TONGUE, CORRECT?” asks Sans, selecting several styles of piercings from the tray.

“Wait,” you protest before they get too carried away. “I didn’t come here for a piercing. I came here to be nervous and whiny about getting a piercing!”

Sans levels a cool violet stare at you. “WELL, YOU WON’T FIND ANYONE BETTER OR SAFER TO DO IT, AND THE LONGER YOU WAIT, THE MORE ANXIOUS YOU’LL GET,” he points out. You narrow your eyes at him, but the statement is accurate. If you wait, you’ll talk yourself out of the tongue piercing for the umpteenth time. It’s now or never.

“How do monster piercings work?” you ask, eyeing the equipment. Everything is wrapped, but through the plastic it looks… completely normal.

“same as human piercings, but we use magic to sterilize and heal… and to anchor a piercing to ecto-magic if you’re a skeleton,” Mutt explains while Sans unwraps a fresh needle that glows faintly green. You recognize the color as healing magic. Mutt reaches over and plucks one of the piercings from the tray- a barbell, and in the exact color you would have chosen too. The “bar” of the barbell has the same healing glow as the needle.

“ARE YOU READY?” asks Sans, waiting for your shaky nod before he picks up the forceps to hold your tongue in place. You stick out your tongue, barely fighting off the urge to blow a raspberry in Mutt’s face. There’s no turning back now. It’s hard to scream “I changed my mind!” when someone is holding your tongue in a pair of cool metal forceps.

Mutt takes your hand, his smooth warm bones and the gentle pressure providing reassurance. These skeletons are your friends; they won’t let anything bad happen to you.

You brace yourself for pain, but Sans’ hands are steady. He punctures your flesh with the needle quickly and precisely. The bar or the barbell follows the needle through the midline of your tongue, and in a matter of seconds, the ball at the end is fastened securely.

It’s done.

It didn’t hurt.

It didn’t bleed.

The proud grins of the skeleton brothers bring a smile to your face too as you play with the smooth surface of the piercing in your mouth.

Sans was right, as usual.

You came to the right place.