Darth Maul x Reader: From Our Scars

Darth Maul x Reader: From Our Scars Part 1:

Word Count: 6,894 Warnings: Maul self-harms himself to gain clarity on whether the Reader is truly his soulmate (a little cut on his already exposed chest), blood mention because of Maul being dramatic, angst, Reader’s utter bewilderment A/N: I honestly don’t know how many times I have re-read this. But I swear that I have character development planned for the Reader. They are very hesitant and have absolutely no clue as to what is going on at the moment, but we’ll get there! Summary: Over ten years later, the Reader finally meets Maul, their soulmate, and gets swept up into his task of assembling his Shadow Collective.

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  Over a decade had passed and the Clone Wars were well underway. The years had granted you new clients and commissions. One in particular sent your life in a different direction than you had initially intended. The lava planet of Mustafar. Instead of making original pieces of art for your clients, you now worked with the Black Sun. Sometimes, you had once concluded, you have to make difficult choices in order to survive.    With the Black Sun, they commissioned you to create replicas of expensive paintings and such found throughout the galaxy to sell in the criminal underworld. The wary you held at first was obviously present, but the pay was all too good to pass up during the war.

   Presently, the day was progressing like any other. You were busy applying a coat of gloss over the surface of a painting. It both enhanced the colors and gave a kind of seal on top. Nothing too fancy or elaborate.    The entry door slid open. The intrusion was irregular and disrupted the quiet sanctuary you had away from the inner workings of the Black Sun fortress.    The front room was filled with art supplies, all strictly organized. There is where you worked, usually days in a row.    “They work in here,” you heard Ziton Moj say.    He was one of the large Falleen species that helped make up the number of members. It was rare, even scarcely so, that anyone was brought into your workplace. They typically let you work in peace. Any distraction could hinder the work and its process. At least, that is what you had warned them in the past. With only a few instances, it never happened. They wanted their credits, so they agreed to let you work on your own terms.    When the varying footsteps entered the room, you ignored. Any being that was vaguely interested only wanted to see the products of your labor.    “What is this?” One of them asked somewhere behind you. His voice was deep and would make anyone wary, but there was a light curiousness within it. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”    “Yes…” a voice much smoother agreed. “Such artistry must generate a plethora of credits for the Black Sun.”    A curiosity spared within yourself. From hearing some of their comments, you finally turned to acknowledge them. There, matching the hulking Falleen, was an orange Zabrak. The armor on his shoulders alone identified him as a warrior to you. The other, a Zabrak with red colorations, whose presence compensated from their height difference. That, and those strikingly intricate tattoos.

   “New customers?” You asked of Ziton Moj.    He opened his mouth to speak, but the red Zabrak responded first.    “I am Maul,” he stated, and indicated  to the Zabrak beside him. “This is Savage.”    Likewise, you introduced yourself. Their names hung in your mind, different than that of the Falleen noblemen residing in the Black Sun fortress.    “As one of Black Sun’s…associates, you should know that it is now under my command and a part of the Shadow Collective.”    An army of crime lords, great, you internally sighed. “And what does that mean for me?”    “Rest assured that your talents,” he eyed the artwork around the room, “will still be of use to the Collective.”    Nodding, you absentmindedly bit the inside of your cheek. Within seconds, your future was unclear. If anything, there may have been a chance for you to return to Naboo. Not that the planet would be the same since you had seen it last.

   His eyes peered down. From the angle, you assumed that he was eyeing your exposed mid-drift. However brief, your lips created a flat line in disapproval.    Maul hardly turned to his companions. “Ready the ships. We need the supplies loaded aboard in good time,” a smooth assertiveness in his voice as he instructed them.    Savage nodded in confirmation and Ziton’s expression was nothing shy of annoyed obligation.    In fact, a thought had occurred to you. How did this Maul persuade the leaders of the Black Sun to give over their authority? Much less to a complete stranger.

   As the door closed behind their retreating forms, you were left alone with this one called Maul. It was quiet. By the silent pause, you initially thought he was going to ask about your art career with Black Sun and elsewhere. Those putting their valuable credits in your hands usually wanted to see an example of your past work. It was only logical.    Thankfully, you felt no ill intent from him. However, you could easily see by the way he carried himself that he was powerful, and he knew it. Then again, you still did not know him or what he was truly capable of.    Maul refocused his attention on you. “When did you get your scar?”    The question surprised you. Never had someone asked ‘when’. It was always: ‘how’ or ‘what happened’. that, and it was nowhere near where you thought a conversation with him would go.    Blinking, you tried to formulate a coherent response. You looked down briefly and touched the scar gently with your fingertips. “It’s a soulmate mark,” you said quietly.    Looking over his face, you could not read a single reaction. At least he was listening intently. Those golden eyes baring into you.    “I used to live on Naboo…before the start of the Clone Wars. I was a different artist then. One day, the Trade Federation blockaded the planet. We couldn’t get any resources or the off-world supplies that we needed. In the coming days, I heard a commotion of ships fighting. It was around that time that I discovered the new scar. It never healed—faded since that day…not like the others.” You shrugged, having made peace with it years ago. “They died that day. I just hope it was quick and painless. Even for someone I’ve never met.”    You did not want to dwell too much on the subject. If you did, past emotions tended to resurface.    It remained quiet between the pair of you. There was no sense of awkwardness. Looking back up at him, you could tell that the metaphorical gears were turning thoughts in his mind. The way his eyes shifted around to different points on the floor, and a thoughtful crease appeared on his brow ridge. Molten, almost glowing eyes.    His searching eyes landed on something of interest. Stepping away from you, hands clasped behind his back, he walked around to another table. There, he grabbed something off of the cloth that you had laid out to dry on well before you had visitors that day.    Your brows furrowed in your confusion. It made you wonder if he always acted in such a manner. Then, your eyes went wide when he turned and you saw the item he had chose. Out of all the tools he could have picked, he had to choose the palette knife.   “What are you doing?” You asked of him, voice pitching in alarm. It was not as if you knew what he was going to use it for, if at all.    He paused before pressing the blade against his skin, making a shallow cut on his exposed abdomen.    “Don’t do that!” You mildly panicked, rushing around the table. Snatching the knife away, you found yourself scolding him. “This is an art tool, not a weapon! At least that’ not it’s intended use.”    A response, any, would be expected, normal even. However, his mouth remained shut. The flurry of emotions prickled out of your skin. You huffed, his eyes not even meeting your own.    Looking down his chest, the cut was steadily bleeding. The red blood slowly trailed down his tattooed skin. You made a move to get a clean cloth for him, but he stopped you by a quick grab to your wrist; firm and restraining. The twisted look of confusion on your face when you looked at him would have even sent a Neimoidian into a fit of explanations. But not Maul.    “You’re bleeding, for goodness sake.” It had been a long while since you last had your heart rate pick up to such a speed. The level of shock you were experiencing from someone casually harming themselves was beyond comprehension at the moment. You could not understand his actions. Not that you would, he had not said a word.    Maul’s eyes bore right into yours. “Show me,” he said, his voice low and steady.    “What?” You asked, exasperated and clearly not understanding.    Maul gestured to the equivalent area on you where his cut was located.    You paused, awareness slowly coming to you. Even so, you did not want to acknowledge it in words in your mind. Hesitantly, yet with a rising curiosity, you lifted your top almost a hand’s width distance upward. You froze when you saw a colored mark equal in its shape and angle to his on your skin. You breath hitched. How could this possibly be? Looking between your markings, you tried to grasp onto any sense. There was no possible explanation in the entire galaxy that came to mind.    Maul simply stared at your marking, still holding onto your wrist.    Words were trying to form in your mind as emotions swelled in your fight with disbelief of the situation. Your eyes followed one crimson droplet as it glided down his torso. “How-how are you alive?” You finally asked through your uncertainty. Beginning to brim with tears, your eyes met his.    He removed his hand from your wrist. “I will always survive,” he said with an air of menace.    From his response, you could not tell if his thoughts brought more anger or sorrow. With any hope, you would find out someday. If he was willing. He was alive, your soulmate.    You gave a soft laugh, your chest heaved with an irregular and much needed breath, still trying to wrap your mind around the new information. Peering down to his blinking belt and further down, you saw it. From his knees down, there was some kind of durasteel. He wore no boots. Cybernetics. Realization struck you of how everything below his belt, your soulmate mark, had to be cybernetic. So much for a detail oriented artist. Somehow, someway, Maul’s body had been severed in half and he survived. At least, or so it appeared, he received cybernetics to help with his mobility.    Placing your hand gently on his shoulder, you spoke. “I’m sorry for what you had to go through. It looks to me that you could probably handle almost anything. And…I wish no ill will toward you and…hope that maybe we can get to know one another—in time.”    His head tilted in the slightest, his eyes studying yours as if accessing whether or not you were being truthful. “Are you willing to leave this place?”    Again, his question was not what you expected. The prospect had crossed your mind before, but you never knew exactly how in a safe way. You were so deep into Black Sun that you were not sure if a way out was even possible. However, with Maul now leading, things were likely going to keep changing.    Maul’s expression was gentle, hopeful even as he waited for your response.    With certainty, you finally answered. “Yes.” Knowing that from that moment onward, your life would be taking another turn.    “Is there any work that you need to finish here, or are you able to come with us for the time being?”    “This was my last one,” you said, pointing at the art piece with the coat of gloss drying. “But,” you paused in thought, “wherever you are going…what would be my purpose? How could I possibly be of help?”    For the first time that you had seen, he smiled softly. “You have managed to survive and make a living among criminals, I can only assume that you are resourceful. Are you not?”    As if on professional instinct, you became defensive, and almost listed off your resumé. “I’ve worked by commission for years. I can negotiate with the most unsavory of people.”    “Good,” he nodded in approval. “You will make an excellent advisor.”    “Do you plan on making many negotiations?”    “Yes,” he said simply. His expression was parsecs away from the hard look he had on his face when he first entered the room. “For now, I must inspect the progress that should be happening outside. We require supplies,” he added, following your curious expression.    “When would we be leaving?”    He paused, likely not wanting to blindly trust you so quickly, but soulmate instinct must have said otherwise. Taking a breath, he said, “We have a base on the planet Zanbar. I…wish for you to remain there with me for a time. What I’m planning…it may not be safe for you to follow in it’s entirety.”    You nodded. “In a time of war…when is it not dangerous?”    Letting the new information sink in, you gathered your courage for the next chapter of your life. “I suppose that I should pack a few things,” you said, setting the palette knife down. Remembering, you glanced down at his wound. “Firstly, at least let me get you something to clean the blood.”    There was not so much of a pause this time before he nodded in acceptance.    Turning away from him, you walked into the adjoining room. You could easily hear as Maul followed behind you. So close that the door did not slide shut before he entered.    “The refresher is right there,” you pointed toward the sealed door. You doubted that he would tolerate you tending to his wound. “Help yourself. I’ll be getting some of my belongings together in here.”    He gave a single nod and entered the refresher.

   In one singular bag, you hoped to store items that you deemed necessities. going through what belongings you owned, you chose at least two spare outfits. There was doubt for excessive wardrobe changes. Not that you would. Living in what was your current living situation meant simplicity. Not that you ever had the time to roam through stalls of marketplaces on other planets.    Diving your hand into a small compartment of your bag, you sighed in relief when you pulled out your galactic identification card. Just in case a situation arose and you were in need of it.    Venturing around your living quarters, you continued gathering a few other items. If it were a permanent move, it would have been easier to pack everything and call it a day.   By the time you were lining up the various items on your bed, Maul walked out of the refresher.    “Did you find everything all right?” You asked, looking up at him as you folded a shirt tightly.    “Yes.”    You gave him a smile and he stepped over. There was enough personal space between, especially with you side stepping by your bed as you grabbed and packed belongings.    Maul observed your progress for a minute or so before returning to his questions. “Tell me…how did an artist from Naboo get to be with the likes of the Black Sun?”    A short breathy laugh escaped your lips. You had figured that it would only be a matter of time before he began to ask such questions. And so, you were forced to remember.    “There was a time where I finally decided to…expand my horizons. I listed an art portfolio on the holonet. I suppose…I know that having a few artistic studies of other artists’ styles is why they contacted me. At least…I found out eventually.” You shrugged, “But once the Clone War began, they offered an opportunity that I could not turn down. I needed the credits.”    He remained silent and attentive, so you continued.    “I didn’t know who they were or anything at the time, so I’m surprised that they agreed to a trial period.”    Maul’s brow ridge furrowed.    “I completed a few commissions to see if I could—wanted to do it full-time. Needless to say, the pay was great, but…it still felt entirely wrong. It was a low point in my life that I won’t bore you with. I’m only a means of currency to them, that’s why I had asked you of my place in this—this change.”    Old emotions threatened to flood to the surface, so you adjusted your focus. “If I may ask, what were you doing after Naboo?”    Looking elsewhere, you thought he was not going to reply. His jaw clenched. “I was left forgotten on the trash pile that is Lotho Minor.”    Your face twisted in disgust, appalled and sad for his past circumstance. From his expression, you wanted to read carefully. “H-how long were you—”    “Over ten years.”    “Years?” You gawked, eyes wide.    “Unfortunately, the Clone War had started without me.”    Initially, his word choice struck you as odd. After all, you had much to learn about this mysterious soulmate of yours. “You wanted to be a part of the war?”    “I was meant to be…but it is too late for that. So, I have my own plans that I am setting into motion.” From the look on your face, he said, “All will reveal itself in due time. For now, I work with the Mandalorians to aide me in gathering together the criminals of the galaxy.”    Maul gazed around your room for a moment, gesturing toward your bag. “If you are finished here, we can leave. I trust that you have all that you require?”    Slipping on a less revealing tunic over your top, to hide your soulmate scar, there was only on last thing. Reaching over for the strap of your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. “I’m ready,” you have a firm nod. It was finally time to put Mustafar and this life behind you.

   Never had you seen such activity before. Maul and yourself had made your way outside, walking down the pathways to the ships. There were so many people involved with their individual and shared tasks at once. The pair of you stopped when he silently deemed a suitable vantage point. From there, together you could watch over the progress of the Mandalorians and the Black Sun as they gathered and loaded supplies into the ships. To top it off, it was the first time you had laid eyes on a Mandalorian. Much less an army of them, each wearing matching armor. There, the two of you remained.    The groups appeared almost endless as both the Mandalorians of Maul’s Shadow Collective and the Black Sun paced back and forth between their ships and the citadel. However, your focus was not completely on them alone. This Zabrak beside you held your curiosity and it only seemed to grow the long you were beside him. For over ten years you thought your soulmate had been lost forever, and now, you were swaying between disbelief and the need to know him. Who was he before Lotho Minor, and what led him to such a foul fate? With all of the soulmate scars you had encountered in your life, you certainly had questions about his lifestyle.

   Some minutes passed before Savage returned to Maul’s side. “All of the supply crates are getting loaded. They are almost finished,” said Savage,    Maul remained standing with his hands behind his back. “Good. We are making good time. Do take our advisor to our ship. They need to be properly settled in before we depart Mustafar,” he instructed, gesturing toward you softly.    “It will be done, brother,” Savage nodded, looking to you expectantly.    It was a wonder if at some point you would stop creating more questions for yourself. Again, it was best to leave such a question for another time.    Giving a short glance to Maul’s neutral expression, you walked alongside his brother toward the ship.    Each ship on the platform was sleek with rotating wings that held an upright position in its stagnant form. Not that you knew much about such a topic, but the set of space crafts looked more like fast fighters than ones meant for carrying any significant amount of cargo.

   “You and Maul are brothers?” You asked, despite yourself.    “Yes, though we did not grow up together,” he replied, the pair of you stepping up the narrow ramp of the ship.    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”    After a pause, and walking through an entry door, he coughed suddenly, as if to clear his throat. “Your art…do you have assistants that help you?” When you peered over at him, his entire body was stiff. His head was held straight to avoid you full glance, his eyes shifting in your direction.    You smiled. “No. I’m the only one who works on my art. I doubt Black Sun wanted to spend the extra credits if I had ever asked. I’ve gotten along just fine on my own.”    Savage nodded in acknowledgement and led you to what you assumed would be where you would be waiting out during the travels. There was an array of glowing buttons on every panel, and one large viewport to the front. You were sure by the time Maul boarded, there would not be a seat for everyone, not that you minded at the moment. If it was a short travel to the base he had mentioned, you were willing to stand. Anything to get off of Mustafar, to be honest.    Standing off to your right, Savage spoke up again. This time, at least, he looked less wary. “Your artwork…I’ve never seen any quite like it. It’s amazing.”    Your knees would have buckled beneath you if you were not already standing so rigid. “Thank you. I-I don’t remember the last time anyone complimented my work without wanting something in return.”    He hung his head, thoughts visibly running through his mind. “Did you receive training to master your craft? My brother has been teaching me.”    You hummed, finally someone genuinely curious with no ulterior motive. “A little of both. Training and self-taught. What, if I may ask, are you being trained for?”    Just as your question finished leaving your lips, the door slid open. Maul entered alone.    “You arrived sooner than expected brother,” said Savage, looking at him curiously.    “The loading of the supplies are near completion, and…Pre Vizsla’s own plan to take control of Mandalore is flawed. This is his opportunity to learn from a real master.” Standing in the middle of the room, he glanced between Savage and yourself.    “Pre Vizsla?” You asked.    “Yes,” he replied simply. “He is the leader of the Mandalorian Death Watch. You will see him shortly.”    Nodding slowly as you reviewed the new information, you said, “There are plenty of new names for me to learn today.”    “Yes, and you will learn each relevant name in time. As my negotiations advisor, you will know them all.”    “You have given them this title?” Asked a very confused Savage.    Maul looked directly at him then. “They have made negotiations with the Black Sun before. I trust that their expertise will be beneficial in our cause.”    The much larger Zabrak nodded but made no further comment.    There was a moment’s silence before Maul’s eyes flashed to the door in-front of him. Roughly two seconds later, three of those fully armored Mandalorians entered the ship. You stepped further back into the corner opposing Savage to make room for the new occupants. One, made their way into the piloting seat, working the panels right away. A slender but no less intimidating one gave you no more than a side-glance as they passed to stand between you and the pilot.    “All supplies have been loaded onto the ships,” said the man you assumed had to be Pre Vizsla.    “Then we are ready to depart,” Maul said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Set course back to Zanbar.”    Remaining quiet, you peered beyond the helmeted individuals as the ship began to ascend. You let out an inaudible sigh as the dark molten planet fell out of view.    It had been far too long since you had flown anywhere, especially through space. Had you prepared yourself mentally or emotionally for such a change in your day-to-day life of the past few years? No, but hopefully there would be time for that later. As long as there were no more weighty surprises for the rest of the day, you were sure to be fine.    As the ship left the Mustafarian atmosphere, your focus shifted to the other passengers. The three Mandalorians, aside from their obvious armor, colored in hues of grey, blue, and white, were more than well suited. Harnessed to their backs were jetpacks. This definitely was an evening of firsts to you, considering you had never seen a jetpack in-person. Beyond that, you were surprised with yourself for missing one very important detail. Everyone had a weapon. Blasters rested on the hips of the armored three. Pre Vizsla appeared to have an extra accessory tucked in with his jetpack. It could have been a sword. That knowledge in-particular, you were uncertain of. Then again, how many weapons could be on their person that you could not see? The thought played on your nerves, if only a little. All of you were supposed to be on the same side. You hoped.    Gradually, your eyes drifted over to Maul. Clipped to his belt was a silver cylindrical weapon of some sort. Savage’s was twice the length, and could easily be used as a cane for some.    Though your eyes roamed each of them, it felt oddly quiet. Sure, you were among strangers, but even the Black Sun spoke to one another. You could not quite figure it out. There must have been an existing power dynamic that you were missing. This Pre Vizsla stood front and center, and yet Maul referred to a Collective.    If you were going to be a negotiations advisor, what were the subjects of the negotiations? Criminals, mercenaries, rogues, warriors. If you were to choose one moment in your life where you felt utterly out of place, this would be it. Undoubtedly.    Golden irises laded on you. Dropping your gaze instinctively, you internally grumbled at the reflex. It was one of the things you had picked up from your time on Mustafar. When you looked back up, Maul still held his side glance on you. As he looked at you, his eyes were not warm, nor were they cold. Dare you thought, inquisitive. His own thoughts, you could only guess, and probably not well either. You had no idea when would happen next, but you had an inkling that he did.    Your locked gazes broke with Maul returning his attention to the viewport ahead. There, the ship approached its destination: Zanbar.

   The landing was smooth. You did not want to be known as the one who stumbled or fell in the ship, among other things.    Maul and the Mandalorians turned and left the ship first. Savage and yourself kept still at the back corners until the others exited the ship. You fully expected to wait for the zabrak, but he looked to you expectantly. With a single gesture of his hand, you understood. Smiling in thanks, you walked on ahead of him.    Once you stepped off the ramp, you quickly surveyed your surroundings. Zanbar was suspended in its nightly darkness. Tents littered the nearby landscape, and the air was laced with the scent of the small fires. The Mandalorians and members of the Black Sun were again tasked with arranging the large crates.    “Follow me,” Savage’s gravelly voice tore through your focus. Together, you walked toward Maul. There, he stood alone, eyes shining in the night. He turned to acknowledge you both as you approached.    “Is there anything that you require us to do while we’re here?”    “Yes. They need a tent. Gather others if you must. Our advisor needs the necessary comfort and privacy to sustain themselves while we’re here.”    Savage nodded firmly, “It will be done, brother.”    “Thank you,” you said, holding the strap of your bag tighter.    “It’s not a lavish luxury, but it will suffice. When your accommodations have been met, meet with me again. I wish to speak with you.”    “I’ll remember.” Giving a small smile, you caught a glimpse of his shoulders lowering. With that in-mind, you were ready to throw the tent together yourself. At least Maul wanted to converse with you. That was a good sign.

   Savage gained the help from some of the Black Sun. The tent came together easily enough. With their hulking figures, you ended up taking a step back to keep out of their way.    “And what is your role in all of this, artist?” One had asked as he secured one corner.    “I am the negotiations advisor now to the one called Maul.”    His brows raised, brown eyes darting off to the zabrak in question, but said nothing more.    You could not wait to have a break from creating other’s art pieces. Especially if it meant infinitely.    When the tent was complete, the small group moved on to their next task. This left only you and Savage, again.    In all of the new uncertainty, you let yourself breathe. There in-front of you was something you could call your own. At least for the unforeseeable future.    Entering the tent, you observed the plain and overall emptiness of the space. A palette cleanser or absolutely dull, you could not decide. On the bright-side, it blocked out a hefty amount of the noise outside.    Once you set your bag down by the cot, you heard the flap of the tent’s entrance. You turned around to see Savage duck under the frame.    “Is this suitable for you?”    “Yes,” you gave the interior one last once-over before exiting the tent. There, you gathered some nearby rocks. As you arranged them by the entrance, you could feel Savage’s eyes on you. When you deemed it complete, you brushed off your hands and stood back up.    “Is that a ward of some kind?”    “No. I just want to make sure that I don’t forget which tent is mine. I’d hate to barge in where I am not wanted.”    In his consideration, he paused. “My brother will be expecting you now.”    “Then I won’t keep him waiting.”

   On your walk back to Maul, you felt this overall rush, an excitement. In general, excitement is something you had not experienced in a while, among other things that you have been recollecting. This kind, however, felt new and risky in an almost fun way. A sort of adrenaline rush, like you were getting the opportunity to get closer to the fire. Something you should not do, but every fiber of your being said the fire was meant for only you to experience, whereas anyone else would be harmed, you would not be.    When you caught sight of him, he turned toward you. “Are your accommodations all right?” Maul asked in a silky low voice.    You assumed all others were out of ear-shot, but mirrored his hushed tone. “Yes, thank you.”   “I do not like criminals,” he said, changing the subject, “but I know that they will work. Especially where credits are involved.”    “And the Mandalorians?”    “They are loyal and follow their own code. They will do what needs to be done. We have…a commonplace—for the time being.”    It became quiet for a few brief moments as you relayed his words in your mind. When he spoke again, his tone was impossibly quieter.    “We…are soulmates,” he said, and you were not sure if he was talking more to you or reconfirming it to himself. “I can sense it. It is strange, this feeling. I thought—was told that I didn’t have one. That someone like me could not have one. It was unnecessary, impossible. And yet…here you are. You pose no threat, and yet I find you a distraction in the faintest of a fraction. Why is that?“ Maul looked at you then with the utmost sincerity.    “I was told that there is an inherent bond between soulmates. Like whenever a scar would appear, but I somehow knew that you were all right.”    Nodding, he took a audible breath before saying more. “I believe I have failed to inform you earlier; if it was not already clear. You do not work for, nor take orders from Black Sun. You are free of your contract.”    The flood of relief that coursed through you from his words made your fead feel light. As if you could finally breathe again. “Truly?”    “Yes. The contract, the control they held over you has been permanently terminated. They need not bother you further.”    “That is great news. But…will I be taking orders from you now?” It was something you had to ask for clarity on the situation. How much freedom did you have?    “No, but I do request for you to be careful,” he said subtly eyeing anyone within sight.    “I’ve made it this far.”    “Yes, however I would rather you not become a target.”    Your chest clenched, “A target? What—why?”    However vivid your reaction, Maul remained calm. “If others were to find out about our…relation, they may try to use that knowledge or you as leverage. I’d like to avoid that.”    Your thoughts were in a scattered heap, sporadically zipping around your mind. Gathering some words, you spoke slowly. “Would…would I be safer with you, then? To stay close to you, I mean.”    “Yes,” he said with a nod of thought. “And if not me, then i will instruct Savage to guard you. We don’t want to be obvious however.”    You nodded in agreement, avoiding eyeing the others in the area. “Thank you,” you said, looking down with a light sense of fear and paranoia nipping at you.    Curiosity reined in his eyes as he studied you.    You clarified. “For wanting to protect me. We have so much to learn about each other.”    His golden eyes left you to admire the stars above. “Yes,” he affirmed with certainty, “I believe it was the will of the Force that we finally met. I will not overlook that.” Maul’s attention returned to you. There was this unyielding determination in his eyes, and it held you still. “In the meantime, there is much that I must attend to.”    Then, it hit you. Suddenly, and yet a little late. “May I ask you something?”    “You may.”    “Did you say, the Force?”    “I did.”    “Is that a belief of yours?”    The corner of his eyes crinkled in his amusement. “In simple terms, for the time being, yes. It was a part of my upbringing and my training.”    “Training?”    “I am a master of all forms—fighting styles, and use the Force at my will.”    “The Force…it can be wielded?”    “Yes, by though properly trained.”    His brow ridge rose, and it was then you noticed your obvious look of fascination. Clearing your throat unnecessarily, you wiped your face clean of expression. It was a good thing too, all considering the approaching footsteps. You were a little dismayed, wanting to ask more.    Leader Pre Vizsla walked over to the pair of you. He glanced your way once, and it made your skin crawl. Instinctually, you took a step back. However, you were sure that it merely appeared as if you were making space for him in your conversation with Maul.    “The holotable is ready. If you would join Bo-Katan and I, we can discuss our next steps.”    “Yes,” said Maul, now looking to you. “Excuse us.”    “Of course.” Bowing your head, you retreated back to your tent.

   Rather than staring at the inside of the temporary housing, you sat down just by the entrance. Coincidentally, Maul and Pre Vizsla joined Bo-Katan, a redheaded Mandalorian at the tent across your view. It would have been a clear and unobstructed view if not for Savage and Ziton standing by a crate. You did not entirely mind. If your very presence distracted Maul in the slightest, staring at him during a meeting would pose no help from you.

   As some time passed, you tired of counting Mandalorians, stacking pebbles, and squinting at the holo-map in-front of Maul.    Something in the night sky caught your eye. A twinkle of a star? A flying creature? No, something entered the atmosphere.    The sound of the three ships reached your ears about the same time you identified them. They flew low, soaring over your tent and landed just outside the encampment.    Rising to your feet, you took a few steps around the structure to get a look at the visitors.    Maul and the two Mandalorians made their way over to the newcomers. They fell into step with each other. Pre Vizsla took center lead, holding his helmet to his side while Bo-Katan and Maul flanked him. Others simply watched with cautious curiosity.    The night was quiet, allowing you to overhear their brief conversation.    “More criminals,” Bo-Katan said with soft irritation and a roll of her eyes.    “Spice dealers connected to all the crime families of Coruscant,” said Pre Vizsla as they neared the new group.    Maul clasped his hands behind his back. A reoccurring formality or a default position? “The Pykes. They will be the next to join us.”    His voice was so soft in contrast to his features. It would take you some time to become accustomed to it. And the more you replayed his words in your mind to hear his voice, the more intriguing it became.    Six figures approached them. The Pykes, held a tight formation with their yellow-clad leader. Maskless and with bright glowing violet eyes, they made first contact.    “We know you’ve been forming an army.”    “Were you expecting us?” Asked of Maul.    “Underworld’s a small community. I have no desire to oppose you,” they explained with a shake of their head. “We come to join you.”    The others behind him nodded eagerly and Pre Vizsla stepped up to grab their leader’s wrist in a confirming shake.    “Very good,” he said, one Pyke exuberantly waving their hands in the air at the pleasant outcome. “Then ready our troops,” Pre Vizsla commanded loudly. “We leave for Nal Hutta immediately.”    A rush of movement took over the camp. It was a collective agreement. A no hesitation order that appeared to drive them. You could see now what Maul had said about the Mandalorians and their loyalty.    “Nal Hutta,” Savage said, standing beside you. “Have you met a Hutt before?”    “No,” you said, your nerves creeping up at the thought. “Have you?” You asked, craning your neck upward to see hi face.    “Not yet.”    As his gaze left yours, you followed suit. Maul made his way over in a few long strides.    “Savage, you will learn much from our visit with the Hutts. Once we have them on our side, the rest of the criminal underworld will scramble to join us.”    “They don’t sound like they’ll be much trouble,” Savage noted.    You internally sighed at the thought. Criminals, any strangers really, should be advanced with an air of caution. “Are they willing to ally with a simple agreement, or do terms have to be made?” You asked.    A ghost of a smile played at the corner of Maul’s mouth. “They are not to be trusted, as with any criminal. I have my terms prepared. They’ll have no choice but to join the Shadow Collective.”    “You will not need my services on Nal Hutta, then?”    His eyes widened and you felt Savage shift beside you. “The Hutts have bounty hunters at their disposal. You will remain here until we either return or I send for you.”    A small ‘oh’ left your lips. Criminals, spice dealers, and now bounty hunters? Whatever Maul had planned, it was elaborate and extensive.    “Enjoy your rest, advisor. You will need it for what is to come.”    With that said, Savage turned to you and nodded. Likewise, you held out your hand for him to take. It engulfed your own, but was incredibly gentle for the brief hand shake.    “May it all go in your favor.”    “Thank you…advisor.”    The new title felt well-suited when they said it. It gave you a sense of importance. A respect you deserved but had long since been denied.    Savage turned away and started off to the ship. You were positive that he would have absolutely no problem with the Hutts.    The soft breath of your name whirled your head back toward Maul. “Yes…Maul?”    “Seek refuge in your tent. Be wary of who you trust here,” he cautioned, leaning closer. “Mandalore is our goal. Wait here until then. I expect the Mandalorians to have their own…plan.”   Giving a small nod, you whispered. “Be careful.”    His head tilted to the side with a small scrunch of his nose.    “I’ll see you soon.”    “If all goes according to my vision, perhaps sooner.”    With a final nod from him, Maul followed after Savage. Within the next couple of moments, the ships rose and set course toward the atmosphere and hastily out of view and into space.

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Finally.

Thank you so much for reading! I know it’s been a long time since the Prologue, but I finally finished Part 1!! YAY!!! And now...for the rest of the series lol

Reblogs are very much appreciated, you don’t have to obviously, it just helps for me to see your commentary (that I absolutely love reading) and whether you liked it enough for me to continue writing more parts.

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Prologue - Future

Darth Maul x fem!Vampire OC Ayane Arinori

Warnings: blood, vampirism 

Word count: 1959

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My footsteps echo through the empty room. Every time I walk up and down, it rings in my ears. It's one of the few sounds I'm aware of at this moment. I block out the other noises, concentrating on my footsteps, on the wind hissing through the cracks in the enormous walls of the throne room.

I place my hands together in front of my body. I massage my palms and fingers. I can feel the cold material of the rings that adorn my long, slender fingers. Some of them are still particularly close to my heart. Then I place my left hand on my stomach. 

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His Most Prized Possession

Rating: E for everyone

Word Count: 819

Relationships: Darth Maul x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Violence, Mentions of blood, implied romance, implied kidnapping

Notes: Hello there! So this is just a quick lil oneshot I wrote a while back but kind of want to make into a full-fledged fic???? Idk, I may continue this and may not. I would certainly like to! But hey! I hope you enjoy what I have so far!

Summary: Maul had only ever loved one thing in his life, and that was you... But one day when he came home and all he could find of you was a small trinket of yours lying dormant in the doorway, he knew there could only be one explanation... You had been taken... Taken right out from under his nose! Heart filled with a newfound rage, he vows to scour the galaxy looking for you wherever he can. He will do anything to get you back.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Maul felt the heat of the blade lightly graze the center of his chest. On a regular occasion, he wouldn’t have paid any mind. His body was littered with scars and scratches after all. Years of fighting for survival had left their mark in the form of nasty raised abrasions all across his body. But this… this was different. It wasn’t just his body that was at stake this time.

He lifted his hand up to examine the area at which the blade seethed his flesh and to his dismay, it was gone. All that was left in its place were burnt, broken tethers from where it once laid.

He quickly tilted his head back upwards, towards this so-called attacker whom he assumed was just some insignificant bounty hunter from some insignificant little planet looking for a quick and easy score. Oh was he mistaken…

Maul seethed at that thought, a newfound, burning rage beginning to build up in his core, ready to burst at any moment. ‘What a pathetic waste of time,’ he thought to himself.

The attacker went rigid. His eyes widened in a fearful stupor as he made contact with Maul’s piercing golden gaze. The sweat at his temple began to pool and drip down his now furrowed brow bone and Maul could see his hands and the pinprick tips of his blue lekku start to tremble.

Maul snarled in response, not feeling the slightest bit of empathy. As far as he was concerned, no one messed with his belongings and no one wastes his time.

Without hesitation, he leaped forward, eyes fixated on the young twi’lek who had unknowingly just sealed his fate.

The man jumped back in response, but it was too late. Lightsaber drawn, Maul slashed right at the center of his torso, effectively severing his cobalt body in half.

Maul’s senses were immediately filled with the smell of burning flesh, followed by a loud shriek and the sound of the assailant’s body plummeting against the floor. His breathing hitched in response, eyes trained on the man’s chest, making sure there was no longer breath in his body.

When he was certain he let out a scoff, quickly sheathing his lightsaber and turning around on the heel of his foot.

‘Where is it?!’ Maul internally cried. He began searching the area, desperate to find what had fallen. But the muck-stained floors of the alley were making it difficult to search. He became more desperate, removing his gloves and falling to his hands and knees to dig through the thick grime. He only found relief when he felt his fingers lightly brush against a small, cold object.

Quickly looping his finger around the base he pulled it out, taking care to brush off the dirt that it had picked up before resting the object in the palm of his hand.

There it was… His prize.

Maul smiled warmly down at the object as it gleamed against the dimmed light. His twin hearts rested, and he felt calm once more. For this trinket sitting in his hand wasn’t just any old thing. No… It was much more than that. It was a ring. But not just any ring. In fact, it didn't even belong to him. Its true owner, although indeed rare, was someone whom Maul had held and still holds in the highest regard…

For it belonged to you… His beloved… His whole world… His starlight…

Maul’s grip tightened as he held the gleaming ring in his hand, memories flooded his mind, a bittersweet reminder of his love for you who had been so cruelly taken from him. The ring symbolized your bond, a promise you had made to each other in happier times. It was a token of your unwavering devotion, an unbreakable vow etched into its delicate design.

Crafted from a metal found only in the deepest crevices of his homeworld, the ring radiated an otherworldly brilliance. Its intricate carvings depicted your intertwined destinies, your love story eternally etched into the precious metal.

To Maul, the ring represented hope in the darkest of times, a tangible connection to the one person who had breathed life into his scarred soul. Whenever he felt lost, his fingers would trace the contours of the ring, seeking solace in its presence. It was a symbol of his unwavering determination to find you and reunite with the one who had captured his hearts.

As he clenched the ring tightly, Maul's resolve solidified. Your trail… His beloved’s trail would not go cold. He would stop at nothing, traverse galaxies, and face any adversary to reclaim what had been stolen from him. With the ring as his guiding light, Maul embarked on a relentless quest, a love-driven odyssey to rescue you and restore your shattered bond.

For you, he would do anything. And that was what he was going to do.

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Thank you so much for the read! I know it was short but it means so much to me! Let me know if I should continue it and if you have any pointers for where it should go if I do! Thank you again! Chow!

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Darth maul be upon ye, the long awaited (probably) Part 2

FINALLY I return to finish my thoughts about the homie maul. Who knows if my writing can all fit, I don't even know the tumblr rules for writing lmao. So this is gonna be like Maul's loving style, and shit like. Mmm. Aat least how I think about it. Enjoy lmao. Part 2 of 2 (I wrote a lot) Warnings: None. (I think)

"I'm frustrated that my words cannot accurately describe your allure, the feeling of power that rolls off you in the same way waves crash against a shore, the way… just the way you live and breathe! It's as if the entire universe was meant to bow at your feet and sing your praises. At the end of time, if no soul takes your side, I will. Know even in your darkest nights and bleakest days that among the stars, there is a heart that beats for you and all you are. No matter what atrocity you claim to be. You told me you were a monster when we first met. Maybe I still need to see it. You still need to show me… Perhaps I'm a fool, letting my heart bleed for you. But even then in the scourge of your wrath, I would be there to wipe the sweat from your brow in the midst of your misdeeds to the galaxy." -Another bit of a letter about homie Maul. Love writing about this bitch.

Okay so Maul is the KING of slow burn. No fuckin doubt about it. Wanna know why? Trust. Trust is the most important thing in a relationship to Maul. He has to trust you, he has to know you aren't selling him out to his enemies. Because maker knows he's probably got a ton of 'em. The Jedi are on his ass, fuckin Palpatine, I mean, you try trusting someone in a galaxy against you huh? It takes him a while to trust you, and then some extra time to warm up on loving you. You probably won't even notice when he starts liking you because at most he'll probably not be so harsh with you. Maybe he'll use less insults, or won't glare so much at you, but he will definitely hide it behind some 'you are the only one who has not tested my ire' type shit. I mean he's so emotionally constipated he probably won't even know what he's feeling when he's around you and will try to beat his feelings out of his system by training or meditating. SO I take a pinch of my previous statement back. I have a feeling this guy is hostile (or at least passive aggressive) to everyone at first no matter what the circumstance. So, Enemies to lovers slow burn king. (which is Ironic because I am not good at slow burn skjhdlskj) When he FINALLY gets over his emotional constipation and gets a brick to the face with realization that he is crushing and crushing HARD, he is going to slowly start courting you. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry but he's a total fucking loser when it comes to romance and it shows. Like his anger may fuel up around you again because he doesn't know how to talk to you, what to talk to you about, or how to get closer to you without seeming weak or you know...anything like that. But like, the efforts he does make are so pathetically obvious and strangely out of character for him (and objectively, it's kind of cute watching him stumble over himself) you can't help but be swayed by his...'seduction tactics.' But YOU. You have to be the one to ask him on a date. Because he's just. He's too prideful okay? Stooping to such LOWS like...Affection. He grows out of that, don't worry. But like when you do ask him he's fucking floored. Almost literally. He has to keep himself calm and not trip over his word's and he's like "okay, let me choose an adequate location for us to be alone so that it doesn't seem like I'm showing any kind of weakness" Or something along those lines. He might accidentally insult you but please be patient he is legit trying his best. Outside of that when you finally have him wifed up (/hj) he is still awkward, new to this but trying his best. Don't expect him to be affectionate anywhere outside of his bedroom until he's comfortable with showing off you or this 'new side' to anyone. It doesn't mean he spends no time with you otherwise, it means his affections will be reserved to hushed whispers and small favors. Perhaps this manifests through seeking you out in the corridors, or providing you with little gifts that would appear meaningless to anybody else. It may take a while for his affections to become grander in the open, but one day it would happen. Unless you tried to force it out of him before he was ready then you're probably gone. He would make a laughing stock out of anyone who claimed affections for another were foolish and made him weak. NO. Hell no. He's soft for you but he can still kick ass. Obviously. I'm sure he would be rather possessive, I just know he would fear losing you. He absolutely uses that as a reason to usually be touching you in some way. Pinky fingers linked, his foot nudging yours, etc. He doesn't want to wake up and find you gone, find that all of this was for naught and dreams and peace really don't exist for him. He would spend as much time as he could learning everything about you. He would be so fucking devoted to you it would make your head spin. He'd know your favorite color, flower, time of day, place to be, things to eat, and he'd keep everything you didn't like away from you. To the best of his ability at least.

Went a little hard with this one, stuffed it full with as many words as I could lol. Hope you enjoyed. Spice may be available later upon request, here's the first part.

Until next time!

Ciao~ -Enigma

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @pickleprickle!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently seven but there will be more oe shots soon...

2. What's your total A03 word count? 149,505

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Star Wars and the DC verse are my top two, but I also write for Assassins Creed, the Walking Dead, Once Upon a Time, Supernatural, and some Marvel.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Bet You Wish You Had Me Back (Shane Walsh x FOC) SMUT one shot

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x FOC) Slow burn, eventual smut/romance

Shadows of Deception (Roman Sionis x FOC) SMUT. SMUT. SMUT.

After the Storm (Hux x FOC) One shot; smut, sex polle troupe... kinda.

1001 Lonely Nights (Dean Winchester x FOC) Smut, one shot

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to you guys, your comments make my day and make me want to write more!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose it would have to be 1001 Lonely Nights, I don't currently have much angsty stuff right now but trust me thats about to change very soon as i'm dipping my toes into the murky Sith Obi-wan waters...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think it would have to be Bet You Wish You Had Me Back, and only because as of right now that story is complete.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I haven't but I'm sure theres someone out there with something shitty to say...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All the smut. All the time. Give me more of that sweet and spicy capsaicin.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I haven't but there cold be a good one out there I haven't gottent o or discoveed. Truthfully I'm not a huge fan and I much prefer leaving fandom easter eggs for you guys to find.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but that could be fun!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oooh... Thats tough, I love my OCs... But If i had to choose I'd say Bruce Wayne/Batman x Selina Kyle/Catwoman. The Bat and the Cat.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't really know, I have lots of WIPs and I think I'm doing an ok job on all of them writing fairly frequently, for me its simple matter of 'It''ll be done when it's done' but lovely comments do tend to speed up the process. ;)

16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told my smut is very poetic and emotionally evocative and you can get a sense of more than just the physical interactions between the characters adn you have a feel for what they're going through and thinking. I've also been told I write very good first person. I like to write first person POV from established canon characters like Jason Todd, Obi-wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, etc because we don't often get a look into their minds and it's fun to wear their boots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I really don't know, I know I tend to bite off more than I can chew...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It depends, I have a story I'm writing from the POV of a British character and thats similar, but I feel like, if I can't do it right and believably then best not to do it at all.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Probably Lord of the Rings. MANY moons ago.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? It's a tie between Unbreakable Bonds and Shadows of Deception. I love them both because both OCs are different and both male leads; Obi-wan Kenobi and Roman Sionis are VERY different, despite being played by the same actor. That wasn't planed, I swear...

No pressure tags! @heyhawtdawgs, @split-spectrum. @firstofficerwiggles, @ladyinwriting18. @blueeyedheizer, @thenightmarketofdathomir @acciotwinz, @221bshrlocked. @littleredwing89. @murdockussy. @kittyofalltrades. @jedianjakenobi. @eloquentmoon. @amhrosina. @rebelbluerobin @anatee, @wickedscribbles on AO3 @thefamilybruno (you too, you fantastic writer you!)

If I tagged you then I've read your stuff and its amazing, have a lovely day you fantastic people you!

Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day~!

As per this post, today is a day for fanfic writer appreciation! So, I wanted to share some of my current fave fics🥰 (Since I’ve been on a Star Wars kick for a while, these will all be Star Wars.) As always, follow the rules: mind the tags and don’t like, don’t read <3 And if you read any of these, leave the authors a kudos & comment!

(If you are on this list and do not want to be, please let me know!)

Without further ado, here’s some fic recs in no particular order:

1) look at me (with your eyes closed) by @maderilien Boba Fett/Din Djarin, Rated T, 120k+ words.

Aaaaah, this fic was delicious. A canon-divergence fic after season 2 episode 1, it follows Boba and Din as Boba goes in search of his ship (which was sold off rather than conveniently still in Jabba's Palace). It's got it all--Allies to Friends to Mutual Pining to Enemies to Lovers, adorable scenes with Grogu, action, angst, a happy ending! I loved the world-building in this, and the alternate story for Boba--especially in his personal journey. I highly recommend this one (and its prequel)!

2) Broken Threads by @sadiebwrites Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Rated T, 78k+ words.

Brooooo, this fic!!! Set in the immediate aftermath of RotJ, Luke is dealing with unforseen consequences from his torture aboard the 2nd Death Star, and Din is, as always, a bounty hunter whose conscience hits just in the nick of time. This is a fantastic read for OG trilogy fans (especially lovers of Luke & Leia), Fallen Order fans, and prequel-era Jedia fans (3 cheers for T'ra Saa everyone). A wonderful adventure and slow burn romance, I really recommend this one! I definitely cried, like, twice lol. (No worries, though, it's a happy ending.)

3) Hot for Teacher by @astrangebird Din Djarn/Cobb Vanth, Rated E, 40k+ words.

I started reading this because I love trans!Din and I also love Cobb Vanth, but then this fic just hit me with ROMANCE and FEELINGS and ugh, I adored it. Set in what I can only describe as a "sorta-modern, but definitely still Star Wars" AU, Din is a Tusken sign language professor and Cobb is the retired sheriff taking a class to fill his sudden free time after an injury. It's a wonderful story with a somewhat messy romance and happy ending, I highly recommend!

4) hunting toward heartstill by @blackkatmagic Mace Windu/Cody (Main), Rated M, 207k+ words.

Okay, this one is basically a fandom must-read at this point, right? Mace/Cody may be a rarepair, but it's No.1 in my heart thanks to this fic. Not only does it have the ultimate "Fake Relationship/Married" trope (with possibly THE most romantic marriage vows ever), it has some real edge-of-your-seat action and turn-you-to-goo romance. Multiple plot lines are masterfully woven together into a very satisfying end (of the story, and the Clone War). Cannot rec this one enough!

5) Now Comes The Tide by @purplesauris Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Rated E, 9k+ words.

An absolute banger, I love this fic. It's mostly porn, with a sprinkling of romance and Force sensitive!Din, and also features trans!Din (a personal fave), armor sex, and inappropriate use of the Force (a classic). I loved Luke and Din's chemistry in this fic, and the sex scenes are wonderfully steamy~ I highly recommend this one!

6) The Abyssal Plain by @lyresnake Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Rated E, 25k+ words.

Obi/Maul is a messy fave of mine, they're just so much fun and this fic really demonstrates that. Maul is in his trash planet years when Obi-Wan crash lands and ends up in a very uncivilized situation lol. I loved how this fic portrayed Maul and his entire mess, but also the mess that is Obi-Wan Kenobi. It built a fascinating romance between the two, striking a balance between them that I found really interesting and engaging. Definitely my fave Obi/Maul fic <3

7) A Slow Fall Towards Grace by @glimmerglanger Obi-Wan Kenobi/Cody, Rated E, 116k+ words.

If you're like me, then you really enjoy seeing Obi-Wan suffer lmao, and this is definitely the fic for you (don't worry, it's got a happy ending, too!). In what I can only describe as Obi-Wan's disastrous journey to love, this fic follows Obi-Wan throughout his life to the end of the Clone War in an A/B/O AU. This fic features some heavy stuff, but it has a satisfying ending and possibly one of my favorite scenes ever in a fic (idk what it was about that birth scene in chapter 5, but the Drama really grabbed me by the throat lol). Really recommend this fic for angst and A/B/O lovers, this one's def for you!

8) Beekeeping and Husbandry by @meggory84 Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rated M, 135k+ words.

Y'aaaaall this fic. Is. So. Good. I loved the disability rep in this fic, and the whole portrayal of Qui-Gon is probably my favorite of any fics I've read. Heavy on the deep dive on Qui-Gon's character, this fic follows an alternate ending AU of TPM where Obi-Wan "heals" Qui-Gon and Mace gets a terrible vision of the future (aka, he sees everything leading up to his death). Usually with time travel / full-vision of the future AUs, we see things from the POV of the character with all the information trying to save the day--but not in this AU! And I loved that, it made things so interesting. Cannot recommend this one enough!

9) A Safe Haven by @hixystix Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Rated E, 146k+ words.

Listen, if you're even a little bit of a KalluZeb shipper, or even just a Kallus fan, I cannot recommend this fic enough. Following Kallus's rescue above Atollon, this fic follows Zeb and Kallus through the rebellion and after as they find themselves and each other. I loved Kallus's character development in this, and the world building of life in the rebellion, especially for an ex-Imperial like Kallus. This fic really takes you on an emotional rollercoaster, but the ending is very worth it (and the sex scenes... those are also worth it. Woof.).

10) How the Other Half Lives (series) by @reedroad Luke Skywalker & Leia Organa (Main), Rated G to T, 660+k words (on-going).

Do I even have the words to describe this series? I'm literally in love. An AU in which Leia goes to the Lars' on Tatooine and Luke to the Organa's on Alderaan, this fic follows the two from childhood through AU-versions of the OG trilogy, and heavily features Ahsoka Tano and Ezra Bridger. What the author does with their world-building and characterizations is just *chef's kiss* perfection. My absolute favorite iteration of Prince Luke Organa and Leia Skywalker with a killer depiction of Darth Vader and Han Solo, this fic has everything you could possibly want in a role-swap AU.

11) Reconstruction Corps AU (series) by @cacodaemonia Waxer/Boil (Main), Rated G to E, 518k+ words (on-going).

Once again, I'm in love. Not only is cacodaemonia an incredible artist with much of their art featuring in this series, their writing honestly takes my breath away. The sheer depth of emotion in this series!!! If you're a clone fan, I literally cannot rec this series enough. I've laughed, I've cried (a lot), I've rolled around in bed like a happy rolypoly, it truly evokes the full range of emotions lol. Mostly following Waxer and Boil throughout the War and after, this series is just such a heartfelt love letter to the clones and the Star Wars universe itself.

12) a simple thing by @ryehouses Boba Fett/Din Djarin, Rated E, 700k+ words (on-going)

Originally, I put off reading this fic cause it was just so damn long. And then I started reading it... and didn't stop for, like, a week. This is just one of those fics that you cannot put down. An incredible deep dive on Din Djarin's character, this fic features fantastic world-building (especially for Tatooine), a very well-written BDSM relationship, an exploration of "religious"/cultural trauma and recovery, and a nuanced look at Mandalorian culture and politics. This fic has one of my fave portrayals of both Din and Boba, and I just cannot recommend it enough.

13) Why Not's and How To's by @trixree Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Clone Troopers, Rated E, 54k+ words (on-going).

Honestly, all I needed to know about this fic was that it’s a “Legally Blonde AU” and I was SOLD. While not following the plot of Legally Blonde, Obi-Wan definitely carries the energy of Elle Woods in this fic. In an AU where Obi-Wan left the Jedi on Melidaan and eventually becomes a lawyer and Darth Maul is never cut down on Naboo (and picks up Anakin along the way), this fic follows both the build-up of Maul and Obi-Wan’s relationship and also Obi-Wan’s attempt to help the clones gain their rights in the Republic. This fic is very fun, and takes an interesting approach to the whole “fixing the Star Wars” fic plot.

14) efface the footprints in the sands by @blackkatmagic Rex/Agen Kolar/Kix, Rated M, 78k+ words (on-going).

🥺🥺Efface the footprints, my love… Not even finished, and already a comfort fic for me, this fic follows Agen Kolar as he takes over Anakin’s battalion when Anakin faces charges for his slaughter of the Tuskens. He must not only deal with a distraught Captain and Padawan, but a mysterious and dangerous creature lurking in the deep. I love the hurt/comfort in this fic, and the whole atmosphere of the planet and characters really lends itself to the drama of it all. Cannot rec this one enough!!

Idk if you've answered this before but how did Maul & Valor meet? I love a meet-cute 🥰

A big part of the AU I have going on in my head is that Maul is at the point where he knows Sidious has some big plan to take over the galaxy. He’s tried to defeat him before and boy did that not go well (RIP his whole family) so now he’s just trying to do it by himself. Meanwhile Valor wants a big fancy ship so he’s trying to get one, through purchase or persuasion, without straight up stealing one bc it’s harder to travel freely with a stolen one 👍🏾

So while they’re both going about their separate business, they cross paths. Valor's like, “Hey you’re that guy that Sidious abandoned after getting cut in half and is wanted for countless heinous crimes on several planets! You look better in person :)”

After that, they accidentally meet again 2 or 3 more times on different planets and its like a “Stop following me!” “What? YOU stop following ME!!” kind of exchange before they finally decide to try to work together to find Darth Sidious and cut his head off <3

but the romance comes after all that so not really a meet-cute, sorry 😔 this is a slow burn where they finally hold hands in chapter 45

anyway thanks for your question!!! :) I’ve spent…several days thinking about this bc I used to have a solid answer a loooong time ago before I figured out Valor’s character more 🧍🏾‍♂️

goldfinch’s • masterlist

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call me finch, and welcome to my hellscape blog! below is where you’ll find the links and tags to all my important thingies (links may not always work, tumblr hates me).

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Writing Links 🪦

all posts about my writing can also be found under the tag “#goldfinch writes” which is tagged below. additionally, all fanfic recommendations from other creators can be found under “#fic”

additionally, here is the the masterlist of “my favorite fics of all time” recommendations

🧷 The Umbrella Academy:

AO3: The Order of Death (The Swedes x OFC) REWRITE OF SOMETHING GOOD!!!

multi-chap ongoing; rewrite/ reimagining || canon-divergent fix-it || major warnings/ tags: violence, major character injury, PTSD, references to suicide & mental health, mutual pining, domestic fluff, polyamory

🧭fic playlist🧭

🧳teaser trailer webweave🧳

🐈ch 1-3 webweave🐈

🥛ch 4-6 webweave🥛

🍳ch 7-8 webweave🍳

🧷 Fallout (Prime):

AO3: From Eden (Cooper Howard “The Ghoul” x Reader/ OFC (can be read as either))

oneshot: 16,631 words ✅ || pre-canon || major warnings/ tags: dead dove: do not eat, canon typical cannibalism and violence and gore, horror, references to sexual assault by another character (doesn’t happen), chem use, radiation sickness, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, rough sex, vaginal fingering & sex, praise kink, possessiveness, irradiated creampie, third person POV

🌾imgpost 🌾

edenghoul sketches

🧷 Ghost (the band):

AO3: I’ll Meet You at the Cemetery Gates (Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader (slightly OFC))

multi-chap ongoing || canon-divergent (ghost is not a band) || major warnings/ tags: meet cute, mutual pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, religious symbolism & imagery, eventual smut, unprotected piv, implied bullying & abuse, anxiety, angst

🥀 playlist post 🥀

⚠️ on temporary hiatus ⚠️

AO3: The Devil's Bow (Aether Ghoul x Fem!Reader)

oneshot: 8,675 words ✅ || canon-divergent (ghost is not a band) || major warnings/ tags: pwp, monsterfucking, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, breeding kink, blood drinking, biting, praise kink, slight degradation, pet names, orgasm delay/ denial, religious imagery & symbolism

🧷 Fargo:

AO3: You're an Angel (I'm a Dog) (Ole Munch x Fem!Reader)

oneshot: 18,830 words ✅ || canon-divergent || major warnings/ tags: domestic fluff, family feels, love & forgiveness, religious & supernatural imagery, hurt/comfort, smoking, bathing, tension, explicit sexual content, enthusiastic consent, body worship, oral & vaginal sex

🧷 Star Wars:

AO3: Lonely Universe (Darth Maul x OFC)

multi-chap ongoing || semi canon divergent fix-it || major warnings/ tags: childhood trauma, hurt/ comfort, hurt no comfort, violence, force bond, eventual romance, eventual smut, unhealthy relationship (sort of), eventual unplanned pregnancy, WIP FIC!!!

💫playlist post💫

⚠️ on temporary hiatus ⚠️

🧷 Riddick (series):

AO3: Hatchetknife (Richard B. Riddick/ Original Female Character (or reader))

oneshot: 12,144 words ✅ || canon-divergent (sort of?) || major warnings/ tags: possibly a little ooc, very brief discussion of SA (non-threatening), minor violence & injury, explicit language, forced proximity, only one bed, explicit sexual content, smut, oral sex, praise kink, scent kink, size kink, light choking, biting

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🧷 Stranger Things:

AO3: Cherry Kisses (Alexei “Smirnoff” x GN!Reader)

oneshot: 2,854 words ✅ || post s3 fix-it || major warnings/ tags: angst & fluff, first kiss, friends to lovers, mildly spicy, references to past injury/ recovery

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🧷 Dune:

AO3: Nearly Fine (Book!Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x GN!Reader)

oneshot; 1,374 words ✅ || during-canon || major warnings/ tags: written pre-2023 movie, angst & fluff, vague references to sex & violence, existentialism, THE FIRST FEYD/READER ON TUMBLR & AO3 LMAO

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Art Links ⛓️

all my posts about my art also be found under the tag “#goldfinch draws” which is tagged below

🧷 Misc:

Meet the artist

🧷 The Umbrella Academy:

Milkman

Bros

Working for the Knife

Fic sketch

Sybil oc

Smile

🧷 Ghost (the band):

Red suit Copia

Leyendecker study (sort of)

Terzo sketches

Self insert silly business

Popia sketches

Mike Mignola inspo

Copia & RZK

Aether

🧷 Transformers:

Human!Starscream portrait (tfp)

Human!Starscream uniform (tfp)

oc art + info

🧷 Star Wars:

Ermine oc

🧷 Fargo:

Ole Munch

Pride And Prejudice

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48286777 by Nomdeplume_soft Pride and Prejudice follows the turbulent relationship between Anakin Skywalker, the son of a country gentleman, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, a rich off-world aristocrat. They must overcome the titular sins of pride and prejudice in order to fall in love and marry. Words: 4579, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Shmi Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn, Ahsoka Tano, Darth Maul, Quinlan Vos, Mace Windu, Satine Kryze, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Asajj Ventress, Bo-Katan Kryze, Din Djarin, Yoda (Star Wars), Plo Koon, Shaak Ti, Aayla Secura, Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Depa Billaba, Kit Fisto, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-6116 | Kix Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala & Satine Kryze, Padmé Amidala/Satine Kryze, Ahsoka Tano/Quinlan Vos, Din Djarin/Bo-Katan Kryze, Qui-Gon Jinn/Shmi Skywalker Additional Tags: Pride and Prejudice References, Alternate Universe - Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Alternate Universe - Regency, Regency Romance, This is just Pride and Prejudice, Pining, Mutual Pining, That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), It's Star Wars Universe with regency social rules, why hello there, Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, Human Disaster Anakin Skywalker, Soulmates, Declarations Of Love, yes there will be weddings, please don't kill me for some of these pairings and characters, I had to fill the whole cast, This is going to be a super slow burn so hang in there, I'll make it worth it, Mild Smut, Kenobi is Darcy, Anakin is Elizabeth Bennett, No Beta We Die Like Clones, the war isn't happening, obikin read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48286777

Await the Dawn? 💜

My first and maybe only Star Wars fic (well, maybe drabbles and one-shots, but not something outlined and drawn-out). #darth maul needs therapy. Sure give him hugs too bc he’s evil little meow meow but imo the little bastard has himself to blame lol A practice writing villain, anti-villain and morally ambiguous characters. Also my attempt at slow burn romance.

Something from close to the ending:

“Brother.” He smiles wryly. “Come to rescue me again?”

Savage simply sits down by his side. He waits to be covered by a giant shadow, to rest in its familiar, reassuring weight. It never come. The twin suns of Tatooine is a glaring, unrelenting white.

I forgot, the thought comes to him, absentminded. Ghosts cast no shadow. Not the real ones.

“I held her in my arms until—until the very end,” he pauses, overcoming a lump in his throat.

“Like you held me when I died?”

He looks down at his hands.

“Why does it always end like this?”

“You already know the answer, Brother. But there is still time—“ Savage’s voice is cut off by a sudden gush of wind.

THE GIRL PRINCE

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W0eyiAa

by BreakOfDawn21

Prince Ray Palpatine, heir to the Exegol Empire, is hiding a terrible secret. A secret that no one must ever discover. She is a woman. And her real name is Rey.

Things get complicated when she meets up with Ben, her first love, who has become her fencing teacher.

Words: 5266, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Rey's Mother (Star Wars), Rose Tico, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Lusica Stynnix, Darth Maul, Tishra Kandia, Enric Pryde, Shara Bey, Kes Dameron

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo, Rey & Rey's Mother (Star Wars), Rey & Darth Sidious, Anakin Skywalker & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Poe Dameron, Rey & Rose Tico

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Inspired by K-Drama | Korean Drama, Inspired by The King's Affection show, Gender Disguise, Rey pretends she is a man, Gay Panic, LGBTQ Themes, (Even if the main romance is straight), Forbidden Love, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Love at First Sight, Girls Kissing, Lesbian Sex, Just a little but still tagging, History Fantasy, Attempted Murder, Child Loss, Child Death, Child Murder, (no detail but a 12 yo boy dies), Murder, Death, Character Death, Blood and Violence, Prostitution, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Conspiracy, Loss of Virginity, Devoted Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey Needs A Hug (Star Wars), Rey is a Palpatine (Star Wars), Rey is Bad at Feelings (Star Wars), Ben Solo Needs A Hug, Age Difference, Slow Burn, (but not as slow as the k dramas!), Darth Maul Being a Little Shit, implied slave trade

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W0eyiAa

Darth Maul soulmate au update

Okay-okay-okay, so I've got some things to do tomorrow BUT I plan on finally typing up the Darth Maul soulmate au Part 1. The editing is complete, I just have to stare at some very tiny font on paper in order to type it 😅 (why do I do that to myself...)

I really hope you all enjoy it when I do post it. Part 1 picks up when Maul and Savage meet with the Black Sun on Mustafar. So, the Reader and Maul finally get to meet 😀 The Reader has no idea what they've just gotten themselves into 🤣

Кистью до финиша

via https://archiveofourown.org/works/53472865 by redelinlik Люк Скайуокер учится на последнем курсе в художественной академии, но его мечты не ограничены местом в картинной галерее. Больше всего он любит чувство свободы и бешеной скорости, потому официально становится участником автоклуба и усиленно готовится к гоночным соревнованиям, ведь в команде противника есть один уникальный экземпляр, которым Люк действительно восхищается и желает превзойти. Вот только, как назло, в академии появляется новый преподаватель по философии, Дин Джарин. Его требования к бесполезному, по мнению большинства студентов, предмету крайне строгие и сильно раздражают Люка, вынуждая обдумывать план по обхождению правил. Words: 6152, Chapters: 1/8, Language: Русский Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Darth Maul, Din Djarin, Boba Fett Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Darth Maul/Han Solo, Luke Skywalker & Han Solo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Out of Character, Slow Burn, Bromance, Drama & Romance, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, Teacher-Student Relationship, Sex, Alternate Universe - Car Racing, Cruelty, mafia, all need hugs, Age Swap, Din Djarin & Obi-Wan Kenobi Friendship, Luke Skywalker & Han Solo Friendship, Not Beta Read (Because I'm Alpha), Happy Ending, Past Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Good Parent Anakin Skywalker February 02, 2024 at 10:38PM

Zabrak Show Masterlist

Here is my collection of fanfic I’ve written. Almost all of it is Maul-centric.

To join the taglist fill this form out.

 Summaries and warnings are at the top of each post.

Maul x OC (Kudra Deschain)

Blood of the Sith

Kudra Deschain is a young pilot working for a trade company out of Coruscant. Her next trade route to Mustafar, ends up being a fiery life changing revelation to the dark side of the force, where she meets Maul, a sith apprentice to Darth Sidious

Warnings: eventual smut, slow burn, angst, drinking, my first fanfic

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Maul x Reader

The Greatest Love I’ve Ever Known

Domestic Dad!maul and gn!reader adopted 2 nightbrother children, Grim and Dire.

Warnings: a little bit of angst in some, but mostly just sweet fluffy domestic bliss

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I’m sorry but I’m just thinking of the right words to say

Maul and artist!reader (gender neutral) meet pre phantom menace and share a short lived secret romance. Years later they are reunited in Mandalore.

Warnings: allusions to sex but nothing explicit, romance, fluff, angst

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Don’t Hide 🔞🔞🔞

Mandalorian Reader (gn, afab) and Maul have a friends with benefits situation. Eventually Savage gets involved as well.

Warnings: PWP, p0rn with feelings, each post has more specific warnings, please read responsibly, NSFW, lemon, 18+ only

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When the Sun Comes Up

Reader orphaned at a young age seeks vengeance. A strange man in dark robes prowls their city and an obsession blooms.

Warnings: past trauma, angst

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Ashes of the Wasted Sith 🔞🔞🔞

fem! reader x maul in an arranged marriage au. dark fantasy, spooky, goth vibes, still very much a wip.

warnings: darkfic, smut, angst, blood, 18+

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Seen you in the shadows 🔞🔞🔞

collection of smut one shots, nsfw!

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We’ve Only Just Begun

collection of fluff one shots, sfw

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Comedy/Crackfics

just stupid little crack fics or comedy headcanons, lol, sfw

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GenFic

GenFic Collection

no pairings, sfw fluff genfic, mostly found family

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ObiMaul (Maul x Obi-Wan)

ObiMaul Collection

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Maul x Qi'ra

Close to you 🔞🔞🔞

NSFW, Qi'ra takes care of Maul in more than one way.

Maul x Saxon

Whiskey on the Rocks 🔞🔞🔞

NSFW, slutty darth maul has his way with subservient Gar Saxon

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Savajj (Savage x Asajj)

Love you to death

sexy short story with Savage and Asajj, not explict

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Brother Viscus

Daddy Nightbrother Collection

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Various Viscus stories, most are nsfw

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Feral Opress

Feral x Cody

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Sinful Collection

Various Sins 🔞🔞🔞

a collection of smut drabbles i took as requests, various characters, ships etc

Created 15 Aug 2020

Last updated 4 Aug 2023

i need to get this idea out of my brain so it will stop haunting me

it's a damn Mando fic idea and it's annoying cause I freaking DID THAT ALREADY

anyway

so the OC or reader insert whatever would be Obi-Wan Kenobi's daughter, it takes place after season 2. Luke Skywalker tasks her with looking after Din because Luke notices that this dude is the main character but doesn't know jack shit. She's been training with Luke for a while and is his first student that he lets off the reigns.

I imagine like one entire "season" of the show would be following them around on some adventures, just like stumbling into towns that need liberated and what not.

And i have two different ideas for the end sequence here. Either, they get Grogu back for some reason and she hands him back over to the empire to get her father's lightsaber but then breaks everyone out OR the entire time they are actually searching for Obi-Wan's lightsaber but once they find it she's terrified cause with this she's able to find out WHY he left her in the first place. Cause the last time she saw him was when she was a little girl.

But I feel like her and Din's romance together would be a real slow burn. Like it takes an entire two "seasons" for them to finally get together. They learn to respect each other, they are friends first and foremost, neither of them even have THOUGHTS about the other like that until it just.....happens.

Also, sorry, i do just be writing down random thoughts and scenes I've had regarding this idea. So, i know this wouldn't be like super possible, but I think it would be interesting if in some climactic finale on some first order ship that she would get to fight an aged Darth Maul. In a similar room as her father once fought him in with the laser doors that randomly close for no reason (i love this universe) but unlike her father she chooses to meditate and stay calm and balanced. (I've also had the idea that during this battle Maul blinds her with his lightsaber) And SHE is the one who actually kills Maul in the end, blinded and all.

Another random scene during this epic final battle would be Din falling off some platform or into one of those big ass shafts as star wars ships often have but she catches him with the force. At the same time she catches him some troopers are reigning blaster fire down on her and she's also holding back all those shots with the force and she either has to choose saving him (which would kill her) or letting him go and saving herself. In the end, she finds the strength within to pull him up and redirect the blaster fire.

AND GUESS WHAT

This one giant retcon for Rey Palpatine (AGAIN) cause I hate that so much. And I think it makes perfect sense for Din to be her father and I loved the idea, from the beginning, that she was a Kenobi. So kiss my ass star wars.

so anyway i'll shut up about this now

The ghost of my heart

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44118645 by Ani (Obikin_123446789), Obikin_123446789 When renowned archaeologist Padme Amidala falls ill, she turns to her assistant Ahsoka to inform her former partner and current friend Anakin, with the goal of having him replace her on her next exploration of a rather ancient temple. Anakin decides to accept due to his desperation to find any kind of activity involving action. All was going well until the unexpected happened.... Words: 2930, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Mace Windu, Yoda, Quinlan Vos, Asajj Ventress, mentioned Qui-Gon Jinn - Character, Darth Maul, Dooku, Sheev Palpatine, Watto (Star Wars), mentioned Satine Kryze - Character, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala y Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker y Ahsoka Tano, Past Padme Amidala/Anakin Skywalker - Relationship, Past Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi - Relationship, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Quinlan Vos, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Yoda, CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Modern AU, Ghost Obi-wan Kenobi, Possessive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Young Anakin Skywalker, POV Anakin Skywalker, Reincarnation, Ghosts, Human/Ghost relationship, obikin, Jedi, Sith, Past Character Death, Past Relationship(s), Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Drama & Romance, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44118645