ugh i can't send asks from my star wars side blog but anyway here's my humble request, obimaul + “forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” from the angst prompt list! thnx!
ahh the angst, the feels, the regrets!! here you go! I'm so excited how many obimaul requests I received, let me just say, my heart is full of love rn
"All I Ever Wanted"
Warnings/Tags: SFW, but mentions of sex, nothing too graphic, obviously angst, kenobi is a lil sass monster, they are both young early 20s here, and maul is just like uhh wtf is my life?
“Leaving so soon?” Kenobi’s voice cut the silence of the darkened room.
Maul slipped on his trousers and continued getting dressed, ignoring the half propped-up Jedi in the bed. The bed where he’d come undone, show vulnerability and affection with a Jedi no less. It was so wrong. His stomach boiled over with acid up to his throat. He gulped down a ball of saliva and cleared his throat but otherwise remained silent.
“Back to the Sith worship center, then? Or wherever it is, you brood and celebrate evil.” Kenobi stared down at his nails in a lazy attempt of antagonizing.
Maul continued to ignore the Jedi. Almost fully dressed now. How had he let himself go like this? He was mere millimeters from ending the Jedi’s life half a day ago. And somehow, it had turned into this. This, sweating, panting, bodies pushed together, forming a union, tasting one another, completing each other. Nothing had made the Sith feel sicker in his entire miserable life of training. Nothing disgusted him more. Shame racked through every vein.
And yet, the worst part. Maul wanted more. It was all he wanted. He finally had a connection with someone, and it felt so good. Not just anyone, not just someone. A perfectly matched partner in almost every way. Every way except for the most important thing. He was a Jedi. Maul’s sworn enemy. His life allegiance to kill them all. End them. Fools, liars, pathetic wastes of life that they were.
Maul sat at the edge of the bed to put his boots on, remembering every kiss, every orgasm they’d shared. Could something like this be? Could it ever work? His mind reeled, trying to find some semblance of logic or explanation he could offer himself.
“You can leave, but you’ll never stop thinking about me, Darth Maul.” Kenobi drawled the last bit with his name.
Maul’s vision went red, and he contemplated the multiple ways he could end the Jedi right now, helpless in his bed. His lightsaber already in hand, it would be easy, effortless work—a click, a hiss, a snap, done.
“Loth-cat got your tongue?” Kenobi reached for Maul on the bed, touching his unoccupied hand. Maul half turned towards the Jedi and hissed a breath inward.
“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole,” he declared, ripping his hand away from Kenobi’s and storming out of the Jedi’s room. The door whooshed shut behind him.
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hi the jedi babies au lives in my head rent free
what if they somehow end up seeing maul and ben panics and he isn’t sure why he just remembers that THIS IS DANGER
but soka, being an amazing older sister, makes him feel better by kicking maul’s ass and bullying the shit out of him
I still haven't quite decided on what to do with Maul but like. Okay. Let's say this happens when Ben is seven, so he's still not fully aware of/accessing his future memories. He's decent at remembering cherry-picked Big Facts (e.g. who is/will be a Sith) after eight or nine.
So when Ben is seven, Obi-Wan is fourteen.
Which means Maul is eleven, and Soka is nine.
Maul is getting his ass kicked by a nine-year-old that is, crucially, wearing the Mandalorian equivalent of this:
Because Soka deserves to wear the most eye-searing of early aughts middle school girl fashion trends. Put her in some Juicy Couture. If she had hair, she'd be wearing butterfly clips. Please understand how much this means to me.
(I spent... too much time trying to find a suitably intense jacket.)
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