I'm obsessed with the maulsokaspitefic snippet you posted! Where can I find it once posted? Is it posted?
Thank you so much! At the moment it is not posted, but rather haunting me through the floorboards of my hard drive. In general I've moved away from posting WIPs until they're finished, purely so I don't end up stricken by guilt in case I lose my inspiration halfway through.
However, now that I am done with the SW Valentine's Fest, I am back to working on The Spite Fic, so hopefully it will be ready to be posted soon! I post all of my work on AO3, and generally post a link on this account as well (which I definitely will with The Spite Fic, because I enjoy making the purity bloggers angry), which are all tagged ‘ruby writes fic’. But, because it makes me really happy when people are excited for my fic, I offer another snippet in thanks for your wonderfully kind words!
“Y'know, you have tried to kill me. Multiple times. It's not exactly unreasonable for me to be a little suspicious,” Ahsoka snapped, moving to cross her arms before remembering the myriad of ways that would hurt. Maul sighed, glancing back up at Ahsoka even as he began to slowly peel the faded bacta patches off of her thigh.
“I thought we agreed that I am not your enemy. Not at this moment.”
“Yes, well...” The tips of Maul's fingers brushed against the inside of Ahsoka's thigh, leaving a trail of warmth across the suddenly sensitive skin and sending a shiver up Ahsoka's spine that she violently repressed. “Things can change. I mean, you are a Sith.”
Maul paused, halfway through pulling up another bacta patch. Ahsoka tensed, all of her senses immediately snapping on alert. She suddenly realized how vulnerable she was, trapped in this room with Maul between her and the door, unarmed and wearing nothing but a too-big wrapped robe, every wound and weakness on display.
“I think,” Maul said after a moment, his voice strangely soft, “that I am no more a Sith now than you are a Jedi.”
I'll admit, it makes me super happy that people are looking forward to this fic, because I literally started writing it (in case the name didn't give it away) because someone sent me anon hate about how gross the ship was. And now not only do I have The Spite Fic - which will probably end up decently long, because Emotions(tm) (and smut) - but I also have plans for two more (also smutty) fics to follow it. So really, that anon is pretty much directly responsible for not one, but theoretically three fics 😈
