An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Darth Maul, Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex
Additional Tags: Alliance of Convenience, RAM au, redemption arc, oops the villain got assimilated into the found family, Darth Maul Redemption, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:
In the wake of Order 66, as Rex and Ahsoka mourn their brothers and their shattered lives, Maul approaches them one last time with an offer to join him in his quest to destroy Sidious. However, Rex and Ahsoka make a counter offer. They won't join him, but he can join them. Maul accepts, believing he will be able to manipulate the situation to his advantage.
As the three of them navigate Sidious' newly formed empire together, Maul finds the bonds of Rex and Ahsoka’s friendship are not so easily broken. Instead, Maul finds himself questioning his own motives, challenging the Sith values his former master instilled in him, and asking himself what he truly wants.
Been obsessed with @redladydeath’s RAM au that I end up writing a little scene set in that au.
Val’s on Voxsitting duty because it’s a bad day for Vox and he has feelings about it. Enjoy.
On “good” days Vox could hold a semi-normal conversation with enough ease that if someone didn’t know any better they’d be able to pass him off as just weird. Today was not one of those days.
Something had set Vox off earlier and that had triggered the start of one of Vox’s “really fucking bad” days. The type of day where either he or Vel had to cancel all their shit because the last time they’d left Vox alone during one of these days they’d come back to Vox with his claws through his own screen trying to find a human face through the shattered glass.
Currently, Val had Vox in bed with him and not in a sexy way, in a “Vox needed someone physically holding him so he didn’t vibrate out of his own skin and crash the power grid” type of way.
Two of Valentino’s hands were wrapped around Vox’s waist, while the third was held in Vox’s two much smaller hands. Vox was fiddling with his rings, twisting and pulling them half off before sliding them on again. At least he was easy to entertain like this, like jingling keys in front of a fucking toddler, hah fucking hah.
His final hand held his phone which was serving as a frankly shitty distraction from the fact that Vox only let him hold him like this when he was too out of his mind to remember that he “wasn’t some kind of fairy.” He hated the complicated ugly feelings that aroused in him. Val didn’t do complicated, didn’t like to. He was a simple guy with simple feelings, or he would be if this whole shit with Vox hadn’t turned their afterlife upside down in the worst way possible.
Vox was babbling, had been for awhile, but it was only when it felt like the feelings in his chest were going to overflow into something destructive did Valentino tune back in to whatever bullshit he was on about now.
“—they did manage to capture one alive though, down in Cali, in 1954—no 1955. Only on display for a day though, didn’t get the chance to see for myself, couldn’t fit it in my schedule. Beautiful creatures, Great White Sharks, not meant to be caged, don’t do well in a box. Understandable, going from the whole ocean to a tiny tank, I reckon it’d drive me up the walls too,” he rambled with a little chuckle at the end that was so unfairly close to sounding like the laugh Val remembered.
Inexplicably, Val felt a bit like he might cry. In lieu of doing anything that fucking embarrassing, he crushed his phone to a mechanical pulp hoping for a similar feeling of catharsis to no avail.
God, we were reading @redladydeath 's blog and the RAM AU and OOF as a Vox that HURTS like woah. It's amazing and beautiful writing, and we recommend reading it, but if you're not ready for water works, then be wary. It just makes us reflect on how realistically, we probably will end up like that, even if simply in a minute capacity with age.
summary- Ram sir, were your theatre professor in uni. Far away from your city, you found the best college to take admission somewhere foreign to you, but he was one hell of a support. And something more.
Sita's note- I will post the nsfw part later please accept this till then. Special tag @ramarajusimp @rambheemlove @infusedchaos
"Ok class, we have a new competition upcoming. The topic they decided is romance in Indian history" Ram's brown eyes unintentionally flickered towards you. "Let's discuss whom should we choose now, any couple from Indian history" he continued, leaning back on the table.
You stared up at Ram, from the black jeans, to his thick thighs, to his toned, hard body, his arms, the lush, cropped beard and the smile that tugged on his face when he saw you checking him out. You looked away blushing.
Ramaraju Sir, or what everyone called him- Ram sir, were your theatre professor in uni. Far away from your city, you found the best college to take admission somewhere foreign to you, but he was one hell of a support. And something more.
"Sir, how about Jodha Akbar?" a guy called out from back and everyone heard a distant voice of 'ooh, hritik roshan'. The room laughed at that. "Sir, how about Ram Sita?" you said and looked at him. "That was more tragic than a love story" someone interrupted from behind and heard collection of hums.
"Sir should we include more of the love angle, what they suffered from or, what exactly are we going to focus on?" Another thick voice came from the back and Ram turned around, picking up the file. You stared at his perfect ass. "To be honest, the judges didn't really mention anything. Why don't we go for something that is full of, events? Compact with emotions." he looked forward at his male dominated class. Ram asked every student to drop the class who weren't there for the drama but him. Surprisingly, your acting skills helped you out from the filter.
"How about Bajirao Mastani?" Ram nodded. "Bajirao Mastani"
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As the auditions finished, you knocked on his cabin door. You wanted to be in his focus, to have more of his attention. Doesn't matter if it was related to drama or not. So you decided to go for the role of Kashi Bai, Bajirao's first wife. Ram knew you weren't in his class for drama either but decided to go easy. Your acting skills helped him go easy. Besides, his wretched heart and his crush on the talented girl in his class bloomed every time he looked at you. A soft "come in" pulled you in his room.
Ram was leaning back on his rolling chair, eyes glued to the laptop screen. "Sir" you said, alerting him that it was you. He looked up at the voice immediately. "Is there a problem, Y/n?" he asked the problem oriented question but his smile was enough to give away his façade. "I auditioned as Bajirao's first wife" you said and Ram got up. He walked lazily around the table and past you, locking the door. Heat creeped up your cheeks. "Y/n" he turned around and stared down at you. "How do you look like in a lavani costume?" he asked as he walked towards the chair by your side and sat down. The way he looked up at you, made you go crazy.
"I did lavani some months back for another function. I have pictures" you muttered lowly. Ram's eyebrows shot up. "Show me" he said. You pulled out your phone, quickly scrolling through the pictures and handed him your phone as you found it. Ram sucked in a breath. "If you wear that to practice how will I focus on directing" he said with a smile and you gaped at him. How could he say something like that so easily?
"Why didn't you audition for Mastani?" Ram handed you back your phone and you shrugged. "I don't think I will be able to have that chemistry with someone." you said and Ram nodded. "Have you read through the script?" Ram held your hand and pulled you down on the chair beside his. You nodded. "Do you want to try for Mastani?" You furrowed your eyebrows. "R-right now?" you asked. Ram nodded this time.
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"I know the unofficial result are out but I wanted to confirm the roles" Ram walked in the class with a bunch of papers. "Shikha, you're kashi. Y/n you're mastani. And the boy who is peshawa bajirao is absent today. Rest of the class can see the roles allotted to them." He finished, handing the paper amongst students. You smiled at Ram, your eyes twinkling. He winked back, making you blush. After the class settled down and they discussed the plot and dialogue writing, everyone decided that the scenes with main leads will be practiced before others for better rehearsals.
"But sir, the one doing bajirao will be present from day after tomorrow. Who will practice as him tomorrow then?" Shikha said. Ram stood silent for a while. "If it's just tomorrow, I'll be peshwa" Ram announced and everyone nodded. Blush crept in your cheeks, redder than blood itself. You had the best idea to steal Ram's attention and validation for the next day.
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What you liked the most about your uni was the freedom of fashion. You never went over the top anyways, fitting in with jeans and jacket just right. Or usually taken up by the rehearsal dresses. But today you picked out the dark red dress with skirt flowing like the wind from your belly to your knees. The attached top was off shoulder and your hair in a bun. Besides, you could excuse it as "temporary rehearsal dress". Even though the actual stage costume is far different from what you were wearing.
You made sure that everyone left when you walked in the hallway with Ram's cabin. You knew some of the teachers stayed late after the hours. It wasn't the first time you went in his cabin after classes to not know his schedule. You smoothed out your dress and sighed, knocking firmly. You received a hum in a snap of time and you pushed the door open. Ram looked up and smiled waving his hand to let you in.
You walked in the room when Ram got up, similar to the motions of the other day, locking the door. Your cheeks matched your dress. "You look pretty" he muttered and you smiled. "Any special occasion?" He sat on the edge of table in front of you. You twirled a bit, your dress flowing with you. "I wanted to practice the Bajirao mastani dialogues with you" you muttered lowly and looked up to see Ram smirking. He reached back and picked up some papers, flipping them.
"here are the dialogues" he lowered the notes towards you and as you reached for them, he snatched them. "But" he interrupted, leaning down till your face "I have a task for you" Ram smirked. You gulped, nodding. Ram slid a hand around your waist and turned your positions so you were learning against the table as he had you pinned on it.
"All this dressed up, for just dialogue practice?" Ram gripped your waist and lifted you on the desk. "I know what you're doing y/n" he muttered in your ear and you could feel the shivers. Ram was close, too close to your face. You could smell the aftershave mixed with the musky cologne and you unintentionally leaned forward, earning a chuckle from him.
"I want you to read the basic background setting first. Don't stop until I ask you to." ram propped the notes in your hands, his other hand beside your sitting body on desk. That, is easy. You double checked Ram's face to make sure you got the task right. "Just, read it?" You asked and he nodded with a smug smile. You shrugged, looking at the pages.
"Scene 5, Act 2. The room is bright with lit candles and diamond chandelier. The small earthen lamps ha-" you felt a hand at your shin, near the hem of your skirt. "Why did you stop?" Ram asked and you gulped. He kept sliding his fingers on your bare skin under the skirt. "Sorry" you muttered, staring at the fading letters.
"T-the small e-earthen lam-lamps found their ho-home in the dark mar-ble spaces" you breathed through your nose, not trying to lose composure. Ram's hand reached your thigh, his thick fingers massaging the flesh of it. "Fl-flowers bloom in the corner of-of the courtya-rd," his fingers pressed against the cloth of your underwear. You gripped the notes with your nimble fingers, feeling hot all over your body.
My attempt at designing my own Rick Sanchez, who procreated with Rose Quartz to make Stellar. Yeah, it’s Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond from Steven Universe.
I wanted to keep the scar because I was wanting to base him after evil Rick. Also, for now, his scars came from his fight against Rose and the Crystal Gems. Yeah, Rose’s and Rick’s relationship is in a tumultuous place.
I tried to base Rick’s design after Naomi Misora from Death Note. But, I think @gemification / @zanycreed got a better design for the hair than I did.
