Darth Maul x Jedi!Reader: Out of Bounds (One-Shot)

You arrived on Mandalore just a short time ago to assist a fellow Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You, however, were too late. Despite your best efforts, Obi-Wan had already fled the system before you could even announce your arrival. Not wanting to waste the trip, you had your astromech droid drop you off, literally, on one of the highest points of the citadel, cloaked in darkness. Crouched down, remaining still, you breathed steadily. There was more than one Force presence there, and one that was very strong and exceptionally dark when it revealed itself. Still, you could see nothing, but your other senses remained alert; something was happening.

Across the darkened courtyard and up onto the highest of the balconies, appeared a cloaked figure wielding two red lightsabers. A Sith, you thought, and were very sure of, for no one else would bare such a colored weapon. Two additional figures, with their faces unveiled, sprung up on him with a red saber each, the brute of the two slashing around a double-bladed version. A fight was unfolding before your very eyes. You watched on as they fought; never had you seen more than one Sith at a time, much less against each other. From what you could tell, the hooded figure had no one on his side to help him, not that he needed it; the cloaked figure was kicked off the balcony by the larger opponent, only to use the Force to drag them down with him where a platform stood holding two sets of ascending and descending stairs. The three of them each landed with such precision, that you could feel the pursuit of death ebbing from them.

As the fighting ensued, you kept an eye out for anyone else that might show up. The red sabers clashed with such accuracy and determination until the large yellow Zabrak was kicked away. The red one went to retaliate, but was severely Force Pushed against the median of the upper stairs, hitting the wall hard enough to jostle and tumble him forward unconscious. Progressively, the large yellow Zabrak regained his footing to fight the hooded figure once more until being stunned enough for the cloaked one to stab him with both sabers, Force Pushing him off of the stair-platform, and landing on the ground level of the courtyard. The red Zabrak had awaken to witness this as well, rushing off of the platform to join his partner’s side as he lied on the ground. A mysterious green mist streamed out from him, making his very body shrink in size for the loss of muscle bulk. The red one even held his hand during this, making you question the severity of the Sith; could they indeed show such compassion, even so minute as that display? Though you tried, you could not hear what words left the Zabrak as he took his last breaths.

From then on, you could hear the distasteful words rippling out of the hooded Sith’s mouth, cackling in the remaining Zabrak’s misery. “Remember the first and only reality of the Sith: there can only be two. And you are no longer my apprentice.” At that, the Zabrak, whose anger you could feel rising turned his attention to the man above, who, by his voice, you could tell was much older than his athleticism would have suggested. “You have been replaced,” he pronounced sharply, hopping down to the other’s level. The red Zabrak stood up, now facing the old man, this time igniting a black Mandalorian blade to pair with his red saber, engaging the old man in another duel.

They were fighting fiercely, each one trying to out-do the other until finally the old Sith Lord grabbed the red one with the Force, slamming him on the ground, against the wall of the stair-platform, and the hard surface beneath his feet.

“Have mercy, please, please,” the downed Zabrak begged desperately, dragging himself a little ways from his attacker.

Your heart rung out for him as if he were not a dangerous Sith at all; he was hurt, in more than just a physical state.

Continuing to look on, the masterful Sith spoke with such spitefulness that it made you taste foul acid in your own mouth. “There is no mercy,” the man stated, shooting out a round of blue Force Lightning on his victim, causing such an agonizing scream that it could keep away any beast. Though as soon as it began, he stopped, watching as his opponent shivered with the remnants of the electricity. “Do not worry, I’m not going to kill you, I have … other uses for you,” he laughed as his sentence ended, only to electrify the Zabrak to no end.


You did not realize that you were holding your breath for so long as you were, transfixed on the vicious encounter that manifested before you. Was there no end to the violence during these Clone Wars? Even the Sith were against one another. However, the red one drew your eyes; he showed compassion toward his equal, and pleaded out for mercy against the other.

Drawing in a steady breath, you were about to do something that would likely turn the other Jedi’s heads, but you had such a feeling to proceed. Rounding up the Force, you leap down the structures surrounding the courtyard silently until you came upon the ground level. Force Cushioning your landing mere yards from the dark Sith, you threw out your hand toward the aggressor, Force Pushing him into the wall as quickly and strongly as you could ever muster. You did not intend to have a confrontation with that Sith Lord on your own.

Now having a clear path to the downed red-skinned Sith, you ran toward him. To your dismay, however, the hooded Sith recovered from your attack faster than expected and decided to take matters into his own hands. You spun around in time, slightly thankful for his raspy growl that had alerted you. Raising up his hands to you, blue lighting erupted out from around his bony fingers. Your eyes widened, but this was not enough to panic a Jedi such as yourself.

In turn to his strike, you flipped over to your right to avoid the range of the assault, landing on the soles of your boots with the tenacity of a Wampa going after its prey. Sequentially, you thrust your hands forward, propelling the Sith backward with the Force. He was up against the wall, but you did not release your hold on the Force, hearing the faintest of cracking along the decoratively carved wall in synchronization with the Sith’s shrieking. Taking the chance, you let go of your hold on the Force, stopping your onslaught on the enemy, he, dropping back down onto the hard surface.

Without a hesitated thought, you rushed over to the red Zabrak, kneeling beside him. His body shuddered with blue sparks from the leftover Force Lightning, making him wince before finally falling unconscious from the overwhelming pain. Taking a quick glance at the other Sith, you began to think up a plan, not having one entirely outlined as of yet. Hastily, you grabbed both of the man’s sabers, the black and red, harnessing them onto your own belt for safekeeping. Shrugging, you rose to your feet and ushered the Force to carry this injured creature up to the structures from which you came.

Managing to toss him as gently as you could, you shoved the elderly Sith away once more, seeing him pushing himself up with his slender arms; again, he was slammed into the wall. Looking back up to the building where you had left the Zabrak, you ran over, Force Jumping up to the next level to join him. Again, you lifted him with the Force to the highest point that you could undertake in this frantic situation, and jumping up to meet with him once again. Taking a breath, you walked over to the lying man, now seeing clearly the black tattoos that encased what was visible of his body. Pressing a knowing button on your commlink, you requested for your loyal astromech droid to rendezvous the ship over to your present location for immediate extraction.

Reminding yourself to keep a steady breath, you inhaled, only to stifle it in. Down in the courtyard, not a soul lurked. The Sith that you had left lying there, was seemingly nonexistent. Hearing a scratchy yell, you looked over the edge, closer to the structures manufactured below you. There, the Sith was springing up to your level, his dark cloak billowing behind him as he did so.

Nearly hitting yourself with your commlink, you called to your droid to hurry, receiving a multitude of a mechanic beeps and whoops in response. You watched on warily as the enemy approached menacingly, leaping from structure to structure like a rabid creature of the night, not paying much attention to the one lying on the ground beside you.

Bringing your wrist back toward your mouth to call your droid a third time for good measure, your nimble fingers instead reached over your belted waist for your lightsaber, easily drawing the elegant weapon out to ignite the brilliant (color) in time to block your right side from the fierce man. In but a moment, peering into the hood of your attacker, you could see that he was an old man, wrinkles and all. He yelled nastily as your lightsabers clashed, his aged teeth bared out at you. He swung the red blades at you again, left and right with such speed that you were thankful that the Force was on your side thus far; the Light at least.

“You will die, Jedi,” he growled throatily, swinging his lightsabers out behind him, readying to strike at you for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Not today,” you replied sternly, adjusting to bring your saber ahead of you to block your front defensively.

Feeling a surge through the Force, you readied to jump away or block the attack from the oldman, but the attack came from an unlikely source. The Sith was pushed a good distance away from you, but not enough to throw him off of the building as you had hoped. To your astonishment, the Sith to your right rose to a defensive position, his own red blade igniting threateningly beside him, having already snatching from your belt while your blades were locked with the old man's. You could tell from your side vision that his strength still wavered, but you were only too glad to have someone fighting by your side.

The hooded Sith cackled, “You fight with the Jedi now, Maul?”

The red Zabrak to the right of you stood his ground, growling, “If it means your destruction.”

“Hah, hardly,” the other smiled grimly.

As strange as it may seem, you were fighting along side someone who welcomed the Dark Side of the Force, but you worked fairly well together. He did not falter, nor strike you down, completely battling against your shared opponent, even if he might have other more sinister ideas to rid himself of you later. You blocked left, Maul swung right. No matter how you swung your lightsaber at the hooded man, he always seemed to block it with hidden expectation.

Maul had this imposing elegance to the way he wielded his sabers. Blocking your right side, Maul held up the red lightsaber against the man’s. Risking injury, Maul kicked the abdomen of the psychotic man, and you watched as he easily flipped back over onto his feet with a toothy smile that ran a chill up your spine. Seeing the different looks in his eyes did not help in the least; with Maul he held a conniving glaze in his eyes, but one of ultimate annihilation toward you.

It appeared in slow-motion, the Sith running back in your direction, his lightsabers marking the ground while he dragged them behind him. You held firm though, holding the hilt of your (color) lightsaber with both hands, angling the blade diagonally in front of you in waiting. Could there ever be an end to this fight, or were you doomed to retreat, or worse?

Maul and yourself struck up your blades in one smooth motion as your foe cackled, much to your annoyance. Was this only a game to him? A formality?

Within a moment’s breath, the Sith Lord back-kicked you away, causing you to stumble over. In reflex, you whipped your weapon out in front of you in the off-chance that he would strike you down. He, however, obviously had other ideas in mind. No sooner you had fallen, he was electrifying Maul maliciously in his vain attempt to make him submit to his doings.

In a heartbeat, you aggressively Pushed the mysterious Sith away from Maul with the protectiveness of that of a dear friend. The dark Sith flew off the side of the building, plunging into darkness. Scrambling up off of the ground, you trotted over to the Zabrak’s side.

“Maul?” you inquired, trying to gain his attention. He was out cold again, his eyes squeezed shut and his chest unmoving. Putting two fingers to his neck, you waited for a pulse that thudded like that of a panicked herbivore’s hooves. You sighed lightly, glad to know that all of that trouble was not for nothing.

Having the worst timing in the galaxy, your droid had arrived with your ship, lowering down the entrance ramp. Shaking your head, you knew that this probably was not the wisest decision of your life. Using the Force yet again that evening to lift that man up, gently setting him down within the confines of the ship. Jumping up yourself, you sealed the door and called for your droid to set the ship’s course beyond the current star system. The droid whooped in protest until it saw you dragging someone across the floor to the medical bed in the ship. To your relief when you had managed to shove Maul up onto the med-bed, he had yet to awaken, that, and you felt the ship enter Hyperspace.

Wiping a bead of sweat from your brow, you snatched both of the Sith’s sabers, lest he use them against you. Placing the red one onto your belt, you walked into the small bridge within the frontside of your ship, earning a curious series of beeps.

“I’m going to need you to take care of this for me,” you said, crouching down to hand over the Sith’s light-sword.

“Good, now go ahead and check up on him,” you instructed, stepping around him to sit in the pilot’s chair after it had taken and stored the weapon within itself.

Your direction was replied with a nervous whine from the droid.

“He’s unconscious, relax,” you waved off his concerned to take full operating control of the spacecraft.


*Time-Skip via cruising through space*


After a couple of solitude minutes, you had your heart rate back down to normal. Enjoying a moment’s peace as you leaned back in your pilot-chair, the loud sporadic beeps from your astromech droid traveled into the bridge. Smashing the autopilot controls, you ran out of the bridge, through a small corridor, and into a room, the door swishing open for you.

Taking a stunned step back, you stood static near the doorway. Not only had the Sith awakened, the Zabrak was sitting up with his golden eyes now focused on you with the intensity that had been previously zeroed in on your droid. His brow-ridges furrowed and his eyes narrowed by your entrance. Not only were you visibly dressed in the attire of a Jedi, though with your own style splashed into it, you had both your own and his lightsaber attached to your belt.

“Where am I?,” he began gravelly, “why did you take me, Jedi? Am I to be presented to the Senate?”

With a breath, you answered calmly, the horns crowning his head adding to his darkening demeanor, “I haven’t decided yet.”

Maul stared at you, suspicion evident in his eyes as he questioned you, “Why?”

“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?” you countered with a raised eyebrow.

“My m—…former master was more important,”  he paused, narrowing his eyes at you, “where are we headed, Jedi?”

“We’re on a steady course to Coruscant, just outside of the Inner Rim in case I do have to do what is necessary, and my name is (Y/N), not Jedi, Darth Maul.”

By the stern look on your face, he smiled faintly, “So you’ve heard of me.”

“Master Qui-Gon was a good man…”

“And were you on Mandalore on behalf of Kenobi?” he looked humored, as if the thought of Obi-Wan’s agony brought him some much needed joy.

“He obviously left before I arrived, only to see the little spat that you were involved in. Luckily, I saved you.”

“I did not need your help, Jedi,” he huffed, looking away briefly at your accusation.

“Twice,” you recalled, holding up two fingers with a smirk playing on your lips.

Maul visibly sighed, his eyes veering away in thought, shifting every few seconds.

Aside from this, you still had no clearly defined idea of whether you wanted to drop this Sith off on some remote planet in the Outer Rim, transport him to Coruscant to face trial, getting praise from the Jedi Council no doubt, or any number of options; the choice was yours.

“What’s it going to be…(Y/N)?” Maul inquired, his calculating eyes rising up to bore into yours.




Open-ended Ending Provided by … your astromech-droid wigging out over the sudden burst of possibilities.