What I Write:

What I write:

🩵Female Reader

🤍 Character x Character

🩵fluff

🤍angst

🩵Mild mentions of bullying or abuse (with specifics and TW in the “Warnings”)

🤍mild spice (not 100% comfortable with writing smut)

🩵Romantic

🤍Platonic (this can be parental, friendship, sibling etc)

🩵Age gap

What I will NOT write:

TW (just incase)

🩵Pedophile related topics

🤍graphic/detailed Abuse

🩵Rape/Non con/Dub con

Contents ~

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

TOP GUN MASTERLIST

MARVEL MASTERLIST

DC TITIANS MASTERLIST

DC MASTERLIST

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM MASTERLIST

Fixed ~ L.M

Masterlist

Blurb: it’s a year after the battle of Hogwarts. You’re one of Draco’s closest friends, and you are over at the manor to spend time with Draco. You walk passed the office of Lucius Malfoy and see him holding his broken wand, a numb expression on his facial features. Your family were known to have special abilities, so you decide to put yours to good use.

(Reader is female) (gif/image not mine)

Your hand reached forward to knock on the elegant door of Malfoy Manor, letting your presence be known. Draco opened the door as he was expecting you. “Hey, come in!” He smiled, happy to see you. You stepped inside and pull him into a hug. His arms wrapped around your shoulders without hesitation, like it was muscle memory for him. “Hello, Blondie” you joked and you heard him scoff, but you knew he found if amusing. “C’mon, Let’s go to the library!” He said, and you both eagerly started walking to the most common room you both hung out in. “I, brought a new record for us to listen to” you said, lightly taping the bag you had brought along. Draco’s eyes snapped to yours and his smile got brighter. After everything that happened in the war, the two of you stuck by each other. Always ready to embrace and share thoughts, feelings and concerns. You both found reading and music, helped you both cope with the events that occurred. You smiled back at him, feeling just as joyful as he.

As you both got comfortable on your usual sofa, by the fire place. With the new record playing, books of your choice in your hands, wrapped in blankets you gifted each other last Christmas. Both custom made to make them extra special, kept you both warm as you read. The only talking that occurred was when something happened in your books that you needed to share with each other. “(Y/N)! He finished the first quest of his journey!” He littered your shoulder with rapid, light taps. Your eyes looked at his book and read the title. “Oh cool! The book gets SO much better now, trust me!” You read the book before and loved it to pieces. You were happy to know now you guys could rant about the book together once he was done. “Hey, I’m just going to the bathroom. Be right back!” You explain, getting up and fixing your skirt as you did so. Draco nodded with a ‘mhm’, too focused on the book. You left the room and headed to the nearest bathroom, walking right in and locking the door. You relieved yourself and went to wash your hands. As you did you looked in the mirror to see how you looked, and you smiled. Your cheeks were a little red from being warm by the fire and you looked relaxed, which was a huge improvement. Considering how long it took for you to be able to be the level of content you currently were compared to a year ago. You were honestly proud of yourself and Draco, who you could also see a huge difference within his demeanour. He was smiling a lot more and his guard was down, which always brought an even bigger smile to yours.

You were done washing your hands, so you left and headed back down the hallway. You walked by many rooms, but one had its door slightly ajar. You swallowed, now slightly nervous. It was Lucius Malfoy’s office, which you had only been in if it was serious. The last time you were in there was when you had gotten your Dark Mark, you subconsciously grabbed your left arm where the mark was faded, and was still fading. In no time it would be reduced to nothing but a scar. Your curiosity got the best of you and you had a small peak in, and the sight made your heart sink to your stomach. The former Death Eater, sat at his desk with his broken wand in his hands. His face was blank as he stared at the two pieces, you knew it was ethically wrong to even think of doing so. But you used Legilimency to find out what was going on in his mind. “What I would give to cast spells again” the thought struck a cord in your heart, you touched your wand in your skirt pocket, and thought about how it would feel to not be able to cast spells again.

You thought about your family and their abilities. Your Mother could fly, which saved a lot of witches and wizards in the war. Your Father had the ability to absorb. He could absorb the strength of a beast, absorb the durability of any metal and use it to his will. Your Brother’s was sonic scream, he could break glass all the way in Australia from the United Kingdom. You had the ability to Heal, at the beginning you hated it for it was, in your eyes “Lame”. But once you mastered it, you grew to love it. The last time you used it, was to heal the Death Eaters after the events of the Tri Wizard Tournament and after the failed attempt at getting the prophecy. So you were nervous to use it after all this time, but you were ready to give it a shot.

You knocked on the door and waited for acceptance from Lucius. “Enter” you heard a draw shut and you entered. There he sat, acting like he was going over paper work. Which saddened you more. “Ah, Miss (Y/N). What can I help you with?” You could tell his smile was fake and forced. You had a small one resting on yours. “Well, I don’t mean to invalidate your privacy Mr Malfoy. But I know what happened just now, that isn’t paper work” the colour drained from his face, fear and worry paint it’s way on to his facial features. “No need to worry Mr Malfoy, I’m here to help” he now grew confused, his hands gripped the arms of his armchair. “W-what? Help…me?” You nodded, he became frustrated. “Why would you help me?!” His face held disgust, in himself. He thought, he was meant to have the bad mistakes he made, be a reminder of how horrible of a man he was. “Mr Malfoy, you and I both know that you may have made horrible choices in your life. But you did them to protect your family and those you care deeply for. So let me help you.” You spoke calmly, not to provoke any negative reactions from the Malfoy. You reached your hand out, a small “please” came from your lips. He looked around the room, looking no where in particular. “What if it doesn’t work?” He gripped the draws handle, “then you move on, and be grateful that we tried” he sighed, opening the draw and grabbing the wand pieces. You moved your fingers in a “give me” motion and the pieces were in your hands. You inspect it, having to observe what you are about to heal being part of your ability. Once you gave the pieces a good look, you placed them down on the desk in front of you. You gave him a look and he nodded. You shut your eyes and let your ability take control of your blood stream. The familiar warmth grew in your fingers and you focused. The light green aura could, could be seen through your closed eyes. The process begun.

You open you eyes and looked at his wands pieces. As you did, they rose off the table and floated in the air. Small sparks flew from the broken edges, magic flowing through them. You smiled, that was a good sign. You breathed deeply and brought your hands together, leading the pieces to come together. As the broken edges met the sparks grew large and strong, causing them to make your powers resistant. But you wouldn’t let them win, you wanted nothing more than to see this mans suffering end and his smile to shine bright once more. Your eyebrows met in a concentrated expression. The room filled in the aura of your ability. “Mr Malfoy, I need you to put your hand on my shoulder because when fixing an object of someone else’s. I need a person connection infused into my ability. Quick!” You instructed and he was by your side in seconds, his right hand rested on your shoulder and your abilities aura grew stronger. It felt like you were going to explode from the sensation. You took a deep breath and with one, single clap the process was complete.

The wand floated down, onto the dark desk. In one piece. You fell back, weak from using your ability after a while of not using it. Lucius caught you and helped you sit on his chair. He got you a glass of water from his drink station and passed it to you. You weakly thanked him, “t-try, cas-casting a… s-spell” you were out of breath and energy. But had enough to see if it worked. He picked it up and inspected it, in shock and hoped it would work.

“Expecto Patronum!” He had the motion and the pronunciation down like it his wand never got broken by Voldemort. The smile that grew on you face was bright and full of pride as an Albino Peacock illuminated the room. His eyes welled up with happy tears and a smile shone as brightly as yours. He was laughing with glee as the animal glided around the room and touched foreheads with the older Malfoy before fading away. Lucius stood there speechless, he turned to you with a dazed look. “It worked” you whispered as you fell unconscious. Lucius put his wand into his pocket, he rushed to your side to see if you were ok. He felt for a pulse and it was there, you were just in need of rest. He picked you up and walked out to the hallway. Narcissa was running with haste down the hall, with a worried expression etched onto her face. “What happened?!” She panted, Lucius answered her with a smile “let’s get her to the guest room, then I shall explain!” He prioritised. She nodded and followed him to the guest room, right next to the library.

Draco came out the door of the library, uttering a “what’s taking her so lo- Father?” He looked at the girl in his fathers hands and raised an eyebrow, “what happened?” He closed the door and walked with his parents into the guest room. Lucius placed her down and made sure she was comfortable. Once sure she was ok, he stepped back and sat down at the end of the bed. He got out his wand and the two gasped. “She didn’t!” Narcissa whispered in shock. A smile was permanent on Lucius’ face, “yes, she did! She saw me playing around with the broken pieces and she was ready to help me, without a second thought.” He looked down at the unconscious girl and smiled “I am forever grateful! I don’t know what to do to thank her” he had a slight look of stress on his face, not knowing how to show his appreciation. Narcissa held his hand and he looked at her in desperation. “Why not hold a dinner for the four of us tonight? in her honour” his body relaxed at the idea. “Perfect! I’ll go get it sorted right now!” He raced out of the room, wanting to waste no time. “He’s not been this happy in a long, long time” Draco smiled, happy to see a change in his Father. “Coke, let her rest” Narcissa beckoned Draco, and they both left the room.

~three hours later~

Your body shone bright green as it self-healed. You opened you eyes and sat up, you were slightly lightheaded from how fast you sat up. So you took a second to collect yourself. You got up and went to the joined bathroom to wash your face to freshen up. As you got out of the bathroom you were met by Narcissa “oh you’re up! Good! How are you?” You had a small smile as you realised it was her. “I’m great, I’m hungry, but I’m great” she grabbed your hands in one hand and placed the other on your chin. “That’s good to hear! Come!” She pulled you out of the room and down the stairs to the dining room. You checked the time quickly and saw it was dinner time.

The doors open and you saw the room decorated in your favourite flowers and colours and a big “thank you” sign hung above. “What’s all this?” You spoke, bashfulness consuming you. Lucius stood from his chair and held a glass in his hand, full of wine. “To thank you for restoring my happiness and giving me a chance to be a better man and Father, so tonight’s dinner is in your honour!” Your cheeks grew a deep red, not used to this kind of attention. Voldemort wouldn’t even thank you, he’d just nod and walk off. So being praised for your ability, was new to you. “You are very welcome Lucius” you sat down next to Draco and you all ate and chatted about a whole bunch of things. Books, music, what Lucius wanted to do now that he had access to magic once more and how he would celebrate you ‘till the day his body laid 6 feet under. You couldn’t get the beaming smile off your face.

You all continued to chat well into the night, not wanting such a Special moment to end.

NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM MASTERLIST

Please refers to my main Masterlist for my request/writing boundaries

REQUESTS: OPEN

CHARACTERS:

Ahkmenrah, Attila the Hun, Jedediah, Octavius, Theodore Roosevelt, Sacagawea, Larry Daley, Amelia Earhart, Sir Lancelot, Napoleon, Ivan the terrible, Al Capone.

WORKS:

General headcanons - The main 7 characters

Meeting the in-laws - Ahkmenrah x female reader (COMING SOON)

Whipped ~ T.I.K

My first request! I’m so excited to write this!

Requested by @stinkygirl009 😊🤍

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Fem reader

WARNINGS: a touch of spice, pretty fluffy if you take the readers panic out of it. If I've missed anything let me know and ill add it.

She/her pronouns used

Ice was sitting in the TOP GUN classroom taking notes for the next mission, but the poor guys mind came to your face, your hair, your smile, your natural scent, your perfumes and your eyes. The amount of times Ice sighed caused Slider to nearly rip his hair out, as he knew the only reason he's agitated these days was because the poor guy hadn't seen you in nearly 2 weeks.

"Ice, I swear if you sigh one more time I'm going to loose my shit." Slider whispered, along with a firm hand gesture in the shape of a claw.

"I'm sorry!" Ice whisper yelled back rubbing his hand on his face. "can you blame me though? if you had a beautiful goddess of a woman within a 25 minute drive radius from here you wouldn't be itching to sneak out of here just for a glimpse of her?" His voice quiet yet felt like he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

Slider rolled his eyes and murmured under his breathe "pussy-whipped". This didn't go un-heard by the stress ridden blonde, and the heel of his boot met the side of Sliders shin. "You know that just proves my point right?" a chuckle left sliders mouth and in response he got the bird from the now annoyed piolet.

-

As the sun set over the TOP GUN base, Iceman went to his small home where all students were stationed and threw his helmet onto his bed. It didn't take long for his eyes to meet the picture of you sitting in a white frame on his bedside table. You were wearing a red dress he had bought you. The dress was ankle length with thick straps, and one had fallen down leaving your shoulder bare. You were looking to the side, the summer sun hitting your face just right and a small smile rested on your face. He groaned out "This is such bullshit!".

He started getting into comfortable clothes when a dangerous, career threatening idea came to his mind. He swapped his pyjama pants to his jeans, and slipped on his sneakers. There was a part of his mind that was screaming ‘just wait! You only have 2 weeks left!’ and another saying the complete opposite. He was desperate to get his arms around the one person who makes each day worth it. He has seen so many TOP GUN students leave during the night to see, or sneak their girls into the base and get away with it. So what was stopping him?

He got his car keys and put his bomber jacket on. Iceman had subconsciously studied the base and knew the quietest route to his car. He walked fast, not wanting to waste a second of time. He saw some instructors walking, he shuffled into a shadowed area of the path and was out of sight. He paused and waited for them to walk a far distance.

He got to the car and did a final look out before getting in and hastily driving off. He had to keep reminding himself to follow the road rules and not speed or run a red light. The street of your house was slowly approaching and his thoughts were running wild. The time of his arrival was 7:45pm, and Tom was on the porch to the front door in a matter of seconds. Getting the spare key he got given, he unlocked the door and went inside.

He placed his keys and wallet on the entry table and walked into the kitchen. He didn’t see you in the main area of your home so he went up the stairs, seeing your bedroom lamp on. Walking in, he saw you enjoying a DIY cheese board and charcuterie board. You had a book in your hand and the record player was softly playing.

“Hey-” he softy spoke, but was interrupted by a startled scream.

“AHH! What the actual fuck?” Your voice sounded pissed off, and at this point he remembered you hated being scared. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you (y/n)!” He sat down on the bed and held your hand. “It’s ok, just don’t do it aga- wait, what are you doing here?!” The book in your hand met the floor as you threw it, and moved the boards onto your bedside table.

You grabbed his face in your hands and searched for injuries. “Are you hurt? We’re you kicked out? Did you QUIT?!” Ice couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sweetie, I’m fine…I snuck out!” He held both of your hands and rubbed your palms with his thumbs. Your eyebrows came together and you let out a ‘huh?!’ You knew how serious he was about his career, so this was not like him.

“Have you been hanging out with Maverick or something? Because that is something he would do not you!” Your thoughts coming out at a rapid rate. Tom rolled his eyes and smiled. “No, I haven’t. I missed you and couldn’t wait 2 more weeks to see you so I snuck out”

Toms hands found your waist and pulled you close. You were rambling on about your confusion and somewhat lecturing him on work ethic and rules. He shut you up with a kiss and you instantly melted into both the kiss and him.

“I missed you too idiot” you roll your eyes. “But seriously, what demon possessed you? You have 2 weeks until graduation and you risk it by doing this?” You just couldn’t wrap your head around both the situation, and the concept of the situation. “Well, when your Girlfriend has been the only thing you can think about…you just have to see her” Tom’s shoulders lift up and down.

“You are something else Kazinsky” your voice soothed the Pilot, and you reached behind you for the food. You placed it between the two of you and resumed your meal together. You guys caught up on what was going on in your separate lives, and what your plans were for the rest of the two weeks.

Fun beach days, working shifts, flight methods and jet safety were just some of the million topics that were brought up. Tom looked at the clock, which read ‘1:31am’, he knew he needed to get back but how could he when your body heat left him in a trance as your French painted nails carded through his blonde, slightly helmet headed hair.

“I’ve gotta go, it’s getting late” his sigh was a deep and dense one, yours was a tired one. “Ok, don’t worry 2 weeks will fly by ok?” You reassured him. He nodded in agreement… until his tired mind snapped awake with a more dangerous but fun idea.

“Come back with me!” He blurted “WHAT?!” you were not expecting your boyfriend to want to pull not 1 but 2 stunts in one night, so you placed your hand to his forehead to see if he was feeling unwell.

“You’re not my boyfriend! You are a clone! How are we going to pull it off? What am I supposed to be doing all day stuck inside your house?” You listed. He chuckled at your cuteness, you were always worried about something and he found joy in being your reassurance. “It will be ok, I’ve bought you some books I was going to give you after the next 2 weeks. There’s a TV in my house and I have a lot of movies you can choose from, and a whole lot more” he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear while you processed his words.

“Ok, let’s do it. But if you get in trouble I will kill you” you got up and got a bag organised.

-

You both got to base at 2:20am and you heart rate was higher than the Eiffel Tower. Were you really going to do this? You took a deep breath as you both got out of his car.

Tom took your bag and swung it over his shoulder. He grabbed your hand and guided you along the safest path, and kept to the shadows as much as possible. You saw people walking around and it caused you to hear your heart beat in your ears. Ice squeezed your hand in reassurance as you got closer to his back window, which he always left 2 inches open.

He pushed it up carefully, then helping you get in along with your bag. Once he was sure you were safe and the coast was clear he climbed in. He closed the window and locked it, pulling the curtains shut and making sure there was no cracks.

“Oh my god, we just did that!” You whisper shouted, and hugged Tom close to you. He stroked a hand in your hair and swayed, knowing how to relax you. He made eye contact with his schedule for tomorrow and he didn’t have anything until 10:45am so he wasn’t stressed about sleeplessness.

You looked up and kissed him, he responded with a hungry growl. He had missed you and your body this close to him, so much so that his body temperature rose and he became hot. He could feel your body react the same as his as the kiss turned passionate.

He guided you to the bed and kissed down your jaw and neck. “God I missed you baby”

-

The next day Iceman sat in class, focused and relaxed. His notes were neat, his hair and uniform to match. Ice asked questions, gave recommendations and was very attentive.

Slider looked at him in confusion, because he had countless and endless days of being an annoying little pussy whipped shit. As the class went on, Slider observed his friend. When everyone started having their own conversations he decided to ask him what drug was he on.

“What’s up with you Ice? One day your all sulky and whiny and now your chipper and productive?” He questioned with a squint.

“You know how you said I was “pussy whipped”?” He smirked down at his work, making edits and adding more details.

Meanwhile Sliders brain was short circuiting. There was no way he, the sensible and responsible Iceman had broken the rules!

“No way” he mumbled and Tom’s smile got bigger. “You “I’m mister responsible and would never disrespect the rules” Tom “Iceman” Kazansky snuck out?”

Ice laughed and responded with a smirk.

“And snuck in”

Sliders body turned to his work and mutter in a surprised voice…

“pussy whipped”

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST ✨🐍

Please refer to my main Masterlist for my request/writing boundaries!

REQUESTS: OPEN

CHARACTERS:

Draco/Lucius/Narcissa Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Oliver Wood, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black.

WORKS:

Slytherin characters

LUCIUS MALFOY

Fixed - Lucius Malfoy x Draco’s friend!Reader

Hello there, I just stumbled onto your page and I was wondering if I could request a Darth Maul x female reader with angst and fluff? Like reader is with the jedi order, but she isn't exactly liked because she has darkness in her but Maul likes her.....or if you have an original plot, go for it, I won't complain.

P.S.-I may come back and request something with Iceman or something from Harry Potter!

Please take me away - Darth Maul x Female!Human!Jedi reader

Hello! Thank you for the request! This idea is perfect for me to write my first Darth Maul Fic! 😫 I’ve always wanted to but never had the courage to do so! Please send any other requests you would like I would love that!

I also loved how you used blue for your writing! It made me read the request in the narrator from the Clone Wars show 😂

I hope you like it!

❤️🖤❤️🖤

SUMMARY: see request above!

WARNINGS: Reader is mistreated, reader is isolated, name calling, general angst, murder, swearing, stalking undertones, reader crying, insomnia, protective Darth Maul, age gap, nicknames, soft Darth maul, general fluff, running away, Jedi becomes Sith, Kyber crystal bleeding ritual. (TW) Unedited!

The sun was covered by clouds, seeping through the main Padawan training room. A lightsaber defense class was currently in session, with a head count of 12 15-16 year old Padawans. Along with a Master Jedi knight, who was teaching them a new range of skills and techniques.

There was a pair, consisting of a 15 year old boy and an equal aged girl. Her name was (y/n). She was known to be “slightly ahead” for her age. She found it easy to learn new skills. Almost like it was already written in her code.

The lesson started with meditation, to get everyone into the right head space. Moving onto an extensive warm up of the body, to ensure a full range of motion. Then the training began!

Each pair went one at a time, so their Master could watch them clearly without distractions. The majority of the pairs had their turn before (y/n) and her partner got to have theirs.

They got into position, ready to spar. The pair waited in idle anticipation for their Master to give the sign to start. Once hearing a “GO!” Blue crashed against green. The light crackles of contact, the hum of movement, and the children’s focused grunts were the only thing to be heard. The boy pushed (y/n) against the wall with the force, causing her to get frustrated as she knew she was years ahead of him. The sparing match went on, it looked like watching a dance routine.

The final straw for the young woman was the boys foot making contact with her chest, and shoving her to the ground. With a loud scream she used the force to pull herself up and started violently thrashing her saber against his, leaving him little to no time to strategies. She let out grunts and screams. “I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU”, the words flew from her mouth and echoed in the large room.

The boy had slipped and fell hard on the ground. He was frightened to say the least, his saber was the only thing protecting him from being sliced apart. He called out to their master “HELP ME! SHE IS GOING TO KILL ME!”. With that their Master used the force to retract the girls lightsaber, which lead her to look at him with furious eyes. Before she could make another sound, she was put to sleep.

———

Since that day you never got along with anyone. Some people were wary of you and always tried to avoid you, while others were cruel to you. But one thing both groups had in common, was calling you horrible names. You were bounced around to different Masters, some just gave orders and ignored, some would insult you and make your life a living hell. You suffered in more ways than one. You were always stressed, never sleeping well, constantly being tired leading to you being an anxious woman. The topic of being kicked out was a reoccurring conversation, which lead to anxiety attacks. You could never catch a break mentally.

Walking through the halls of the order felt like being an easy target. You constantly heard whispers and people would shout at you. “Freak”, “Sith spy”, “future murderer”, “red eyes”, “piece of shit”, “waste of space”, “I bet your parents were bad people, and wanted nothing to do with a child like you!” And so much more.

Their were many missions were you would be called a few names, and insults. But one mission stuck out from the rest. You were told to stay back after the night watch debrief, which you knew wasn’t to praise you on your efforts.

You were 18 at the time, and 2 years from knighthood. The leading Jedi knight who gave the debrief, got right up into your face and verbal attacked you. The sun was setting behind him, making the hood he was wearing cast a shadow over his eyes. He was intimidating both in general and in this moment.

“(Y/n), you worthless waste of resources. If you make even one mistake or fault…I will get you kicked out. Am I fucking understood?” He gritted out with his teeth. You nodded with a “yes Master”, he shoved your shoulder and walked off. Your whole body shrunk into itself as you whispered “don’t cry” repeatedly.

———

As you were gathering yourself, a certain Dathomirian Zabrak was watching on. He was there to seek out information on the Jedi. Amber eyes were fixated upon their first glance at you, and his body froze. Seeing your Master lash out at you stopped him in his tracks. He heard what he needed to, ready to move on when he heard your name being called. The sound alone stopped him. When the senior Jedi threatened you, his body tensed. He didn’t know why, but it was like a hidden instinct had kicked in.

He saw you take a deep breath, ground yourself and walk off to your night watch route. You walked around the south west side of the building, starting to scope out the terrain. His body followed yours like a curious cat, walking slowly and steadily. His eyes scan over your body, learning every inch, while his fingers itched for the blood of the master who treated you like shit.

His mind was all over the place, and he struggled to make sense of it. Why was he following this young woman, while he was trying to get a job done. You felt his strong force signature, and ignited your blue saber. Your eyes darting in different directions, the man skilled in force distribution. Your body was on fire with a concoction of anticipation and adrenaline, using all the energy you could on finding the being who was a potential threat to the order.

After 10 minutes the signature was gone, and so was your energy. You walked back to your wall position and slouched against it, fingers rubbing your eyes as a new ache came from your temples. “Fucking hell, they’re now messing with my night duties. How low can they get?”

The black and red patterned man left on his ship with new information and some…conflicting emotions.

———

A year and 10 months passed and your life was bizarre to say the least. The mistreatment, name calling and isolation was still the same to your disappointment. But your sleep quality was heavily improved, your body felt better rested, and your anxiety has gone down significantly. The only side effect was weird dreams.

Across the span of this time the man had gone through a handful of months of trying to shove you from his mind, you were like a plague. He also thought of the most brutal of deaths for the master who insulted you. He got so annoyed with his mind he requested to be in a new area of the galaxy to not be able to even feel your presence…it didn’t help a single bit.

5-6 months into the year he had started accepting the emotions, and decided to watch over you. He wasn’t happy about the Jedi order’s behavior towards you. He was ready to kill every person who looked disgusted or said anything about you. He watched over you as you cussed, and cried for an ounce of a nice nights sleep, so he used his powers to lull your mind into restful, sweet, blissful sleep. The next morning your body felt like it was on a fluffy cloud. Your eyes welled up with tears of relief, and joy as you had enough energy to put in a little more effort in your appearance. Hair tied up in a proper style instead of a messy ponytail, uniform clean, and a smile rested on your slightly red, bitten lips.

The joy was only short as you were sent on a 2 month mission a few weeks later, and your sleep got worse again. This caused the multiple horned man couldn’t find you. But don’t worry he is a very determined person, and found you within a week.

At that point, your anxiety and stress had sky rocketed. Your usual bullying had gotten worse, because you didn’t make it to base camp at the allocated time. Leading to your masters to yell at you, give you inventory to sort, and you couldn’t rest until it was complete. Half way through you felt the familiar force signature from the first night. A smooth, yet gravelly voice made you jump while instinctually igniting your lightsaber.

“You shouldn’t have to endure the torment they put upon your heart and mind” the voice spoke, while coming out of the shadows. Confusion etched its way onto your face. You could tell the hooded man was no good, a Sith Lord most likely but you didn’t try to alert any one of his intrusion. His words seeped into your mind like sand between one’s toes. Repeating over and over.

“What is your business here?!” You got into your fighting stance, trying not to question his words and protect your camp. If you save them from this guy you could finally be liked! He rolled his eyes, using his ability with the force to seep into your thoughts. “You know they’ll find something wrong, even if you succeed in taking me out Darling”

Your figure slightly slumped over as his eyes held the truth. His hand reached and snatched your Saber from your hand, retracting the beam and placing it on your belt. Your confusion amplified at his actions. “What? W-why are you even telling me this?”

“Because Darling” he walked up to you, stopping just a foot from your body. You could see the details of his face, the red more clear in contrast to the black. “You know I’m right”. Your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach, you did, you knew he was right.

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From that day he showed up randomly, sometimes when you expected it, and sometimes you had to aggressively push him behind a wall and whisper “are you nuts?!”. He would smirk and shrug, walking off. You’d roll your pretty eyes and follow.

You stayed in the order, but found your comfort and peace in the man who went by “Maul”. It took a while for you to believe he wasn’t lying about a few things about himself, but once a foundation of trust was made you hung onto his every word.

You of course went through the usual phases. “What do you want?”, To “you again?”, To “stalker much?”, To “oh thank kriff you’re here!”. You guys maintained a great friendship. You had inside jokes, comfort between one another, learnt every little thing about each other, and so much more. The friendship lasted 4 years, until the following year (when you turned 25) you both felt a shift in the atmosphere. Catching each other’s eyes at random moments, longer silences and more tactile interactions.

However your workplace never got better, Maul would be there to support you through the worst days. The first time you both initiated a hug was when you were having a mental breakdown, and just a simple hand on your back didn’t help he pulled you tight, and close to his chest. You froze immediately upon impact, shocked but still in the middle of a mental breakdown you continued to get all of your feelings out in the crook of his neck. From there you both were comfortable in each other’s arms.

The 5th year, as the aura of your friendship was in its transformation you were struck with another breakdown. You flung yourself off your bed, the tie of your pajamas becoming loose as you ran into the woods. The fabric lowed over your shoulder as your eyes frantically looking for your confidant. You knew not to call out his name, they, the Jedi, will find you and punish you. Or worse, kill him. So your body fell to the ground trying to breathe through the pain.

The crunch of his boots against grass had you looking up at his worry stricken face. He reached for you as you blabbered through sobs “please…take m-me…away from here!" he held you and fixed your pajamas. Once you settled into his embrace he lifted your face by your chin, looking for any hesitations. Once certain he took his cloak off and placed it onto your frame. “Ok Darling, let’s go”

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You got yourself familiar with your new home, which was his chambers on the planet of Mustafar across the span of 4 days. “How are you feeling darling?” His voice sounded so sweet in your ears. Your mind was finally at ease being off that planet. Your stress and anxiety felt like a distant memory already. You got up from his surprisingly comfortable bed while grabbing his outstretched hand. “Better, much better Maul”. He pulls you to his meditation room which was attached to his chambers. “This is where I would seep into your mind to bring you restful sleep”.

“I knew it was you after a while, the pieces of the puzzle came together on their own.” You smiled up at him. He reciprocated with his own smile. Maul used the force to pick up your lightsaber off your night table. “Are you ready and are you sure?” He held your chin again. “Yes”. With the force Maul opened your saber, to retrieve the Kyber crystal, placing it onto the ground you sat cross legged.

“Now, focus all of your energy on the sadness, all of your anger, all of your frustration, all of your pain into a ball. With that ball, force it into your crystal.” He instructed, and you followed suit. The blue of your saber fought against the red hue that was being emitted from your very soul. It wasn’t strong enough, compared to how you felt about those who put you through the worst years of your life. “Concentrate” he kept you grounded. Maul could sense your mind wandering.

The crackling had stopped, and the Kyber crystal was bled. You pulled it to your hand with haste, opening your eyes to look at it. A smirk stretched across your lips. Getting up you walked towards the man who you owed your freedom to, looking into his eyes he noticed the rings of orange and red in replacement to your (e/c).

“I love you Maul, I think I always have” your face came close to his, seeking the same emotion in his gaze. There was a moment of quiet, before his lips made contact with yours. The kiss was soft, tender and warm. With undertones of sickening revenge on his end. Maul pulled away, smiling down at your flushed face.

“I’ve always loved you too, my love”.

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After a while of Maul teaching you new lightsaber tricks, force abilities that were forbidden by the Jedi code. All the while being the best lover the galaxy ever saw. He gifted you all the necessary things you had left behind, exotic flowers from planets he frequented and took the utmost care of you.

Your training had come to fruition, and your lover had approved you to come with him to fight. You grabbed your bag as you went to his ship, you got on board. As you walked up the ramp you saw Maul sitting in the cockpit. You placed yourself in his lap, folding your legs over each other. He kissed your lips as he took off.

On the way to your destination you had your regular conversations, and sat in comfortable silence. Maul never explained where you were going, but your gut told you that you already knew. Opening your bag you got your device, and when through some information with your lover. This consisted of notes from training, and important information from different groups of people he worked with. Half the time he got lost in your voice and had to get you to repeat yourself. “You are Darth Maul and you’re getting distracted? If the Jedi could see you now!” You laughed

“Of course I’m distracted love, have you seen yourself?” He rubbed your arm gently and held your gaze, which will never not make you blush deep red. “Shut the fuck up” you mumbled under your breath. His throat vibrated with a deep, amused laugh. Kissing your neck as he put the ship into hyperspace. His arm snaked around your waist to keep you from flinging forward, not letting go. This didn’t help your blush in any way.

You had landed at your destination, you were super excited to finally use your new skills and knowledge. Getting up from Maul’s lap, you put your cloak on and made sure your lightsaber was secured to your belt. Maul’s larger hands placed the hood over your head, casting a menacing shadow. “Ready, Darling?” His knuckles caressed your face and with a simple “Yes Master” you followed him out of the ships door.

The gravel beneath your boots was satisfying to your ears, as you approached a Jedi bass camp. Déjà vu hitting you hard, making your body burn with anger. Maul could sense it and refocused your mind, “stay focused Darth (y/n/n)”. Your response was a sharp nod with a small grunt. As you followed him you sensed force users. their signatures leaving a sour taste in the back of your throat. The camp was small, only housing 10 Jedi minimum.

"Wait here my love, you'll know when to come out" he placed a rough kiss to your lips, which you matched perfectly. You stayed behind the stones which hid the camp, choosing to lean against one that was nicely shaded. In your waiting time you practiced your breathing and preformed a brief meditation ritual, connecting to all the Sith Lords and Ladies that came before.

Maul walked up to the Jedi Knights, who were talking strategy around a table. some sitting, some standing and some lying down on the dirt. Their discussion came to a stop as they felt the aura of a threat. All of them got into formation, ready for anything.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen... If you could even call your selves that." his hands reached for the hood of his cloak, and elegantly placed it on his neck. His eyebrows lowered as he recognized all of your main bullies. His anger rising as he remembered all of your anguish and suffering. One, the worst of them all had the gall to speak. "What is the meaning of your intrusion, Darth Maul?" This caused a sinical laugh to come from the depths of his soul.

"Darling! come!" his voiced rasped. You smirked as you started walking, head down facing the dirt ground. Each step you took was an ego boost, while making you feel giddy for your plans to take shape. "The "meaning of my intrusion" is her"

Your steps came to a stop on the right side of his body, your black cloak twirling in the wind. The air became suffocating as your advanced force signature took over the atmosphere. "would you be so kind to introduce yourself my love?"

Raising your head, lowering your hood from your head you made eye contact with the Jedi. Their mouths become agape, shock etched onto their faces within seconds. "(y-y/n)?"

"You thought I was weak, but now I’m back to show you the true meaning of power. Let’s see how you handle the darkness you created."

With that the sound of 3 lightsabers were ignited and blood finally shed.

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DONE! I hope you enjoyed it! It's not my best work, but if you feel otherwise then that is great!😂 For both my own indulgence, and research I went to TikTok to watch edits/clips to get a good look into the way his character is written in the movies. I hope I did him justice, and i conveyed what you envisioned! My years of developed creative writing skills finally kicked in a little over half way when i was writing! I'll edit it at some point, but for now I just want it posted. -L🤍