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Touch Starved pt. 1: Darth Maul x Reader

A/N: i don't have many darth maul ideas but i wanted to write something so this is weird and dodgy, more grey jedis and I AM DEFINITELY NOT SIMPING FOR THAT PICTURE HAHAHHAH

Warnings: swearing, violence?

Word count: 1080

You turned, one hand instinctively going toward your lightsaber as you heard a crack behind you. You were sitting in the woods, cross legged on a tree stump, meditating, when you heard the twig breaking.

'Who's there?' You demand, fully aware that you could be talking to some critter who had already run off. But then you see them, two yellow - golden eyes glowing in the semi darkness of the shade, and slowly your eyes make out the figure of a hooded Zabrak crouching there. You raise an eyebrow. 'Anyone reason why you're hiding?'

'Go away,' he says. 'Forget I was here.'

You feel the tug at your mind, sense the Force around him. 'Uh uh,' you warn. 'Those tricks don't work on me.' You squint at him. 'I'm Y/N. And if I'm not mistaken, I think you're bleeding.'

'No I'm not,' he retorts, but you see his eyes wander to your pack, as if he can smell the food and medical supplies you carry with you everywhere. By this time, you've managed to probe him a bit, and you can tell he's definitely on the dark side.

'So,' you say. 'You're a Sith?'

'Anything wrong with that?'

'No,' you answer. 'I'm a Grey Jedi. I won't hurt you,' you add when he flinches back when you step forward. He watches you out of the side of his eye as you hook an arm around his broad shoulders and help him up, wincing as he grunts in pain, one hand gripping his side. You can see he's limping, so he must have been injured in more than one place, which is suprising for a Sith.

'Ow,' he snaps as you dump him onto the tree stump.

You shrug. 'Sorry, but using the Force to carry you a few metres seems a little over kill, doesn't it?  So, how'd you get injured?'

'My ship crashed,' he answers curtly, and you nod, seeing that you won't be getting anything else out of him.

'Ok, let's see your leg first,' you tell him, and he gingerly puts his leg in your lap. 'Nice tattoos,' you comment idly as you work to clean up the blood and dirt from the wide but shallow gash in his calf.

'Hm,' he huffs, and you can sense how tense he is.

'So, you're the touch starved kind of Sith, huh?' You tease, and if his skin wasn't red, you're pretty sure he'd have been blushing. Instead, he just looks away, pulling his hood further down, shadowing his face until all you see is two guarded golden eyes glowing from the darkness of a cowl.

You grin as you remember him. Maul, he'd said his name was. Darth Maul. And then he'd left, although you'd heard his muttered thanks as he went. Now, years later, there you were, sitting in a dingy cantina and remniscing like some old grandmother. To be honest, when you weren't fighting or figuring out how to survive, you were thinking about him. It was weird, because you knew you weren't normally someone who'd have gotten so comfortable with a stranger, and a Sith at that, yet everything of him in your memory reminded you of how alluring he'd been, how you'd been sucked closer and closer in, almost entranced by him.

You sigh, lightly tapping your fingers on the table. You know why you're here; you're bored, and you want a fight. Glancing around, you pull your hood slightly back, and it's then that you sense it; the dark side, clinging like fog to the robed figure in the corner. You jerk slightly, turning to watch them as they stand up abruptly and stride powerfully towards the door. You tense as they brush past you, almost touching you, and your hand immediately tightens around your lightsaber, but they don't even look at you as they walk out the cantina.

You don't even give your brain time to argue, you leap off your stool and head after him, ignoring some of the patrons who look up, surprised at your abrupt exit. You let the Force guide you through the streets after them, and soon you can see their robed figure, slightly obscured by the dark sky and the mist in the night air.

You pause as your brain catches up with your body. You don't know what you're doing here, but you're spoiling for some action. Plus, if they're a Sith that means an even match too, and that's something you won't back down from. And if they aren't a Sith, well, scaring the shit out of someone will do as well.

You've barely taken another step forward before suddenly they're in front of you, the red glow of their lightsaber painting your surroundings crimson. So, a Sith, then. A grin splits your face, and the alley becomes brighter as the hum of your weapon joins the robed figure's, and you strike, twisting and dodging their attack, already seeing where he's going to strike next and blocking. The two of you are evenly matched, dueling with such fluidity that to the outsider's eye it'd be like a deadly dance, twisting and attacking, robes swirling around you. You feel the almost comforting burn in your muscles as you fight, welcome the pounding adrenaline in your veins as you feint to the left and strike at their right, grinning as they forced to take a step back, jerking their body awkwardly to avoid being hit by your lightsaber.

But then their hood falls away, and your jaw drops in shock, your eyes widening as you recognise his face, older, but still his, still the same as you remember.

'Maul!'

He falters, unsure of who you are, but then you put down your hood and his golden eyes widen as you grin wickedly at him.

'Y/N?' He asks, switching off his lightsaber, and you're surprised at how pleased you are that he remembers you.

'Well,' you crow. 'If it isn't my favourite touch starved Sith!' He growls, and you laugh. 'Don't worry, I'll keep your little secret safe, Mr Intimidating.' You clip your lightsaber to your belt, not sensing any hostility in him, just mild annoyance. 'What brings you here?'

'It's a long story.'

You shrug. 'Love those. Long is best.'

'Why do you want to know?'

'Why not?' You answer, patting his shoulder and giggling when he flinches away. 'Well, Tall and Scary? Am I going to have to force it out of you?'

No pun intended lol