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lol one mans trash is another mans treasure
#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#darth maul#obikin#maulobi#obimaul#maulobikin#theyre a polycule and raising ahsoka lol#star wars#star wars fanart#fanart#art
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Crackfic wherein obi wan really has slept with every single candidate for Mandalorian leadership and also with Maul, who is discovering this as he attempts to take over mandalore
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when during tcw era obi wan is kidnapped by a neutral planet and the jedi/republic cannot help him due to political issues:
Anakin, after ignoring 7 council orders, technically stealing a republic warship, and violating at least 3 peace treaties: *force slams the door* where is he??!
Ventress, already untying obi wan:
Anakin:
Ventress:
Anakin: you-
Ventress: look kid, how about we-
Cody, crushing through another corridor with blasters in hand: general!!! Are you-
Cody:
Anakin:
Ventress:
Maul, hiding in the corner:
#maul boi was like: no one is allowed to kill obi wan besides me#he actually killed all the guards but have to hide when ventress arrived#it’s called obi wan obsession group meeting#darth maul#anakin skywalker#assajj ventress#commander cody#obi-wan kenobi#star wars#star wars incorrect quotes#tcw incorrect quotes#star wars the clone wars#obikin#obi wan x ventress#maulobi#codywan
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Obi wan is in charge of shepherding Maul back to the temple after a disastrous mission saw Maul lose his memories. However, Maul is left with strong, complicated emotions for his carer, which he doesn't not interpret as hate... Aka Obi-Wan can't make two steps without Maul flirting and trying to drag him into bed.
Commander Cody knew who the prisoner was before anyone mentioned him by name. He didn’t know how he knew, exactly. Rumors, perhaps. The GAR was created as the perfect fighting force, but they weren’t droids. They talked. And certainly General Kenobi had never mentioned this man, no matter how nebulous their relationship was. The general was too professional, too closed off, to bring up his past outside of facetious, off-handed comments that could always be more amusement than truth.
Cody decided, immediately, that the prisoner was ugly. Clawed head, clawed hands, clawed tattoos—everything about him was sharp, marked him as dangerous as a Thunian wart-hornet. He was prone to sneering and snarling, unwilling to be touched though he was in dire need of medical care. Left alone, he watched each medic warily as they checked his readouts and went about their business. That was another thing Cody didn’t understand. The prisoner was a Dathomirian zabrak, red with black tattoos, half metal, with an earring in his left ear. There was only one person he knew that matched that description. Only his eyes… they were a muted brown. A Sith’s eyes, Cody knew, were always yellow.
His unease only compounded when General Kenobi arrived. The general often looked tired, but now he looked exhausted. He had several burn marks peppering his roughspun robes and an angry, crimson wound across one cheek. His lip was also split, and a deep bruise darkened the underside of his jaw. Cody hadn’t been there when the ambush occurred. But he knew without a doubt that he could thank their new prisoner for every wound on the general. He unfurled his fist, unsure of when he had first tightened it.
“Thank you for holding down the fort, Commander,” General Kenobi said with a small smile. The expression was empty of its normal mirth. “I can take it from here.”
“General?” Cody replied.
But the man was already walking past him… past him, and towards the prisoner. Towards Darth Maul.
The general spoke the name that everyone had been avoiding, but the single syllable word went soft at the end, unsure.
The Sith’s dour expression evened out. A placid, neutral mask. He watched the general, unblinking. His nostrils flared once. Cody bristled. Was the zabrak… smelling him?
General Kenobi hesitated again. He stood a few steps away from Maul, watching, waiting. Cody watched too, hand balanced on his blaster. He knew how quickly Jedi could move, and Maul could move just as quick, judging from the poor state of the general.
The Sith made a sound, a long, low growl. Non-threatening. Considering. “I know you,” he said, at last. A pause, a moue. “Who are you?”
Jedi could be quiet. Eerily so. Cody had walked in on the general meditating, had entered a room a time or two, thinking—knowing—he was alone, only for the general to greet him. General Kenobi went just as quiet now. No movement, no breath, no blood through his veins.
A flicker. A shudder, so slight as to be unnoticed. He could hear the warmth in the general’s voice as he spoke.
“You’re injured. I can help, if you’ll let me.”
The Sith grimaced, but he didn’t show his teeth, didn’t coil tight with violence as he’d done before. He nodded, after a few beats, unfurling from the wall and easing himself to the edge of his cot.
Was Maul serious? This had to be some kind of trick. Then, Cody thought of his eyes, hard but dark. His obvious, steely confusion. How he had fought his medics, but hadn't hurt any of them.
Still, Cody took a step forward and to the side, keeping an open angle as General Kenobi approached. The general was unarmed. It didn’t mean he was helpless, but. The feeling in his gut kept churning. General Kenobi couldn’t possibly trust this man. He was more level-headed than General Skywalker, but Skywalker had learned his foolhardiness from somewhere. Cody had also witnessed General Kenobi in some highly avoidable situations, situations that he’d had to clean up himself. This, Cody thought, might be one of those.
The general perused the medkit that was next to Maul’s cot, abandoned by the first medic that had tried to treat him. While his head was turned, Maul’s nostrils flared again. His eyes were fixed on the general, his lips parted, expression lax.
“Will you show me where it hurts?” the general asked as he faced Maul. Wordlessly, the Sith slipped his robes off his shoulders.
Tattoos everywhere. Expected. But not the wounds, fresh and angry, burns that he knew matched the general’s. Cody hadn’t thought it was possible for a single opponent to go to toe to toe with him. He’d seen the general kill with effortless precision, a single swing of his saber, the curling of hand into fist. Maul, Cody realized, had been difficult for him to overcome.
The Sith had older wounds too, harder to see but no less present. And lower, where the man’s artificial midsection began, a mass of scar tissue so complete there was no unblemished skin left. A killing blow. But the man lived and breathed.
Cody felt sweat pebbling at his temple. If he shot to kill, would it even matter?
The general began to touch and prod. The Sith frowned then, but he didn’t fight, didn’t swear or snarl. The general asked Maul to lean back. To turn. Breathe in and out. Hand over the left side of his chest. Then lower, where a spleen would be on a human. The second heart, Cody knew, from the schematics they had pulled for treatment. Bacta was carefully applied, the perfect picture of field care. Were his legs in need of maintenance? The general assured him a droid would be by for inspection and repair.
Then, without hesitation, he touched the Sith’s jaw. The Sith let the press lead him, tilting his head to the side, neck long, exposed. His eyes were half-lidded by then, lips pursed. He had not flinched from the general’s touch. Not once.
The general held the Sith’s face, thumb balanced beneath the swell of his lower lip, while he administered the hypos. Cody knew his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. He was alert, so keenly focused as if he was still on the battlefield.
The Sith was relaxed. He had leaned into the general’s grip. And the general had let him, had held him for a few moments longer than necessary. His thumb had even slid over his chin, once, before he withdrew.
It was bizarre. Inappropriate. It was a thousand things that burned and smarted and confused. The general never touched anyone outside of a friendly clap on the shoulder. Cody could not see the general’s face, nor did the general see his own.
He was glad for it.
Only his training, his unerring loyalty, kept him from turning away, kept his hand on his blaster still, though there was no longer a reason for it.
Not with the soft question that came again from the dark-eyed Sith, free of anger or threat.
“Who are you?”
The general told him. Quietly, the Sith repeated his name. Not general, not even Kenobi.
Obi-Wan.
This time, Cody looked away, and forced his hand from his weapon.
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Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Star Wars
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul
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One thing Maul knows for certain, down to the darkest depths of himself, is that the Jedi will save him. He sees it so clearly in his dreams, and he aches every time.
Take my hand, Maul. I won’t leave you here like this.
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Obimaul fic I'm working on can be summarized as: Obi-Wan frees a dragon from a trap in the woods. The Dragon makes this everyone else's problem.
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If maul is straight then why is he chasing after a man🤔
#hes gay your honor#kenobi is the only thing he remembered in the wake of his madness#maul wants to punch kenobi then give him a little smooth after#let them be homosexual enemies to lovers#obimaul#maulobi#maul x obi wan#obi wan x maul#darth maul#maul opress#son of dathomir#obi wan kenobi#star wars episode i: the phantom menace#sw#tpm#star wars the clone wars#tcw#dave filoni#ray park#peter serafinowicz#sam witwer#ewan mcgregor#james arnold taylor#derpymidnight
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from a roleplay
#obi wan kenobi#sith obi wan#sith!obi wan#anakin skywalker#star wars#star wars fanart#obimaul#maulobi#obikin#art#fanart
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There's gotta be some maulobi out there where Qui Gon didn't die and Maul didn't get bisected and stuck on trash planet and Obi Wan, who's not training Anakin, becomes Sith Investigator and spends the next ten years playing cat and mouse games with Maul, right?
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#obimaul#maulobi#star wars#obi-wan kenobi#darth maul#star wars galaxy of heroes#i had to do my own version of these slowed down because#WOOF#flashing lights#en gifs
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ObiMaul fics are great because most writers are very keen on keeping Maul a murderous little fuck that Obi-Wan only barely has a handle on keeping away from doing a murder.
(Or Maul is actively trying and failing to kill his own husband)
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Mend This Old Wound: Ch. 4
Star Wars
Obi-Wan Kenobi/Maul
27,500 words so far
Chapter 4/8
[x]
By Amphitrite / morethansky
Rating: Teen
Content warnings: Hunting, panic attacks
“Broken and useless. Forsaking all that once made you powerful. Why, Kenobi? Why have you given up everything?”
“Because I lost everything,” Ben snapped. “Everyone I ever cared about is gone, and I am but a phantom, whiling away the hours until I am one with the Force. What do I have to fight for? Let those who yet have the constitution fight, let the young with their optimism and their wits fight.” His voice was growing increasingly loud, despair sinking its talons into his very self. “All I’ve ever done is fight, and all it’s ever brought is ruin!”
“Good, good!” Maul exclaimed, yellow eyes gleaming. “That’s it—use your anger, use your pain. Let it fill you, fuel you!”
Fleeing Daiyu, Obi-Wan and Leia are joined by an unexpected ally: Maul, who was in the city on Crimson Dawn business when he got word of the bounty on the enemy he had long believed perished after Order 66 was enacted. With Darth Vader and his Inquisitors on their tail, Obi-Wan and Maul form a fragile truce.
Single-mindedly intent on revenge against his former master, Maul takes the opportunity to teach Leia to wield the Force and press Obi-Wan into joining him in the fight against their common enemy. But Obi-Wan, burdened by nightmares and morbid echoes in the Force, insists he’s no longer the fearless Jedi Master the galaxy remembers.
Can Maul, who’s taken so much from Obi-Wan, be the one to put him back together? And will Obi-Wan be able to save Maul, the Third Sister, and even Darth Vader along the way?
#obimaul#maulobi#star wars#obi wan kenobi#darth maul#maul#obi wan kenobi show#kenobi show#prequel trilogy#the clone wars#star wars rebels#ficposts#amph writes#my posts#fic
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Nearly every feels thing that needs to be said about the Obi-Wan Kenobi S1 finale is said, and my fragile ass is with everyone. The confrontation between Obi-Wan and Anakin/Vader is definitely a high point--but perhaps I could indulge with a bit of comment.
As much as Hayden's acted the fuck out of the scene with his Vader-wavering-into-Anakin moment, the ending of him screaming at Kenobi to come back just... just a bit...
It hasn't exactly beaten the best expression of hatred against good ol' Uncle Ben: Sam Witwer's Maul. Now don't get me wrong, it's still a powerful moment, but there could be more oomph into it. Still, I'm very grateful with this one.
#darth vader#star wars#obi wan kenobi#disney plus#hayden christensen#ewan mcgregor#hayden and ewan#obi wan and anakin#anakin skywalker#star wars maul#maulobi#darth maul#star wars rebels#sam witwer
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Chapters: ✨ 14/14 ✨
Rating: Teen+
Fandom: Star Wars
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Darth Maul & Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Luke Skywalker
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Having grudgingly settled on Tatooine for the foreseeable future, Maul resigns himself to the inevitability of a dull and dreary retirement as a distant neighbor to both Ben Kenobi and the supposed Chosen One. Lord Sidious is forever beyond his reach.
One day, a violent sandstorm sweeps across the desert. Unwilling to lose the last possible means of vengeance he has, Maul is forced to search for a lost Luke Skywalker at the side of his most hated rival.
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