#Two Men and a Baby Zabrak AU

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Lil' Obimaul fic snippet

Two Men and a Baby Zabrak AU

[Part 2 here]

Summary

In which a disastrous attempt at ambush and subterfuge on both sides leaves Obi-Wan and Maul trapped on the ruins of Dathomir. Maul needs Obi-Wan alive for his lightsaber and his intel. Obi-Wan needs Maul alive to teach him what the hell to feed this abandoned baby he's found...

Word count: 570 | WIP | SFW | Dividers by @xurengu0

Maul gives a sidelong glance to the bundle that hasn’t even stirred in Obi-Wan’s arms.

“Perhaps there is a reason it was left for dead. It has no survival instincts to have slept through all that.”

Obi-Wan bristles, torn between a twinge of shame at his own actions and the strangest instinct to defend the child’s honor.

“I told you, he’s hungry. He cries the entire time he’s conscious. I-I’m enlisting a little help from the Force to keep him asleep for now. I don’t want him to suffer unnecessarily.”

“Then you should smother it before it wakes.” Maul doesn’t even break his stride, his eyes still scanning their surroundings like the predator he is. “Even if we find something to feed it, it will hunger again. It will be cold. It will cry for its mother, and she will remain too dead to soothe it.” His voice is low, conversational, as if he were discussing something as mundane as the weather. “To live is to suffer.”

Obi-Wan is silent for a long moment. The wave of contempt he braces himself to feel, then release into the Force, never comes. Instead he simply observes Maul. He watches the way the zabrak’s body moves as if on autopilot; as if hunting for food with nothing but his wits and his bare hands was so mundane to him as to become instinct. His horned head shifts in response to a near-imperceptible sound, and as his eyes catch the light his pupils seem to disappear in a flash of refracted glow. ‘He can see in the dark’ Obi-Wan thinks, a dormant memory of his studies of zabrak physiology returning to him. There was a time, not long after Naboo, when he’d obsessively trawled the archives for any information he could find on Dathomirian zabraks. ‘Well, the adult ones at least’ his mind ruefully supplies, aware of the weight of the infant in his arms. He’d hidden those long nights of research from everyone at the temple, knowing the mind healers wouldn’t approve. Something about unhealthy coping strategies. Even now he couldn’t explain exactly why he did it beyond the fact that he’d needed to know. if he’d just had the information, was there any weakness he could have exploited, anything else he could have done…Obi-Wan wrenches his thoughts away from the past. The man before him looks every bit the nightmare that has haunted Obi-Wan’s dreams for the past decade. For all of the countless hours that Darth Maul had consumed his thoughts in the years since Qui-Gon’s death, for all of the agonizing and analyzing and ruminating, Obi-Wan still finds himself unprepared for the reality that the Sith is walking right beside him.

 ‘But he is,’ the whisper of a thought sounds just like his old master. Obi-Wan takes a steadying breath, relaxes his shoulders, and centers himself on the present. On the living force. For perhaps the first time since their fateful duel all those years ago, Obi-Wan looks at Maul and allows himself to simply be curious.

To live is to suffer, he’d said.

“You’ve fought awfully hard to stay alive, for someone who believes that.”

Maul’s head swivels to face him, the hunt forgotten, and Obi-Wan finds himself pinned by the intensity of his stare. It is impossible to focus on anything but the weight of the Sith’s undivided attention.

Maul opens his mouth to speak-

and the infant begins to wail.

[Link to Part 2]

Yo, I figured I'd put this at the bottom rather than the top, but this is the first piece of fanfic I've posted. Like, ever. Anywhere. I guess I'm a writing blog now? It feels weird to make any kind of fuss about it, but just as fucking weird to post it without context.

Anyway, I'm hoping to keep writing this and turn it into a properly fleshed out AU, but just in case the mice in my brain move on to other things, I wanted to put this snippet out in the universe.

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KATTTTTEEEEE IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!!! Ugh this AU has so much potential and you are right the least ANGST!!!! Well for the most part because Princess Aster’s forbidden romance with a visiting Jedi is still discussed ( they are quite happy together as Lord Maul was more or less forced to comply by the Lady of Mandalore…)

But overall ONE OF THE MOST PLEASANT AU’s!!!!

Prince Cress who falls in love right away with a visiting little Lady of Alderaan! They recently celebrated their anniversary, little Selene covered in cake was also quite pleased.

Princess Aster and her Prince have welcomed a baby boy, Helios. He is quite cute…and force sensitive to boot

The trio of Ares, Feral and Eris causing pleasant ruckus and quite accomplished. Ares and his dearest Febris are expecting a little one.

The young Eris has finally entered a very serious relationship with a fellow Mandalorian guard, the young ladies are quite enamored…

Feral and his love , another Zabrak from Irodinian, are getting ready to marry, the two young men quite happy over the upcoming event.

Starlight and Maul are quite pleased on having two grandchildren to fawn over and Maul hasnt had nightmares in years….Starlight and him still go star gazing frequently.

Angels garden is just as lush as it was years ago…Savage and her quarters are never without flowers. They are currently growing flowers for their Feral’s wedding.

The 18 year old Dani hopes her Officer will be here for the wedding, “Maybe you can dance with me?”

She asks one day as they sit and study.

“I don’t know your dances…”

She takes his hand, “ I apologize if I step on you. I’m clumsy. I may even fall.”

He knows and yet, “ I’d catch you…”

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Idea exchanged with @eyecandyeoz

If Maul and his family never left Mandalore… ( au for Danica x Ava)

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Cress and the other kids grow up on this planet as the troublesome group of royals.

Some years later joined by the littlest Princess Dani who immediately takes to Starlight’s library…she will always have a love of books

Growing up within the palace and mostly within the towers of books that lined the shelves.

Events occur in different manner and some new ones entirely. Such as the arrival of a group of outsiders called the Chiss. An assembly of young officers and their captains as well as admiral.

Danica introduces herself in a rush, arms full of books and running off once more. A book falls and a young officer picks it up for her, he translates the title in Mando’a. “Was that correct?”

Dani smiles at him, “ Quite perfect actually,”

He is quite handsome with his uniform and long hair braided neatly. Sky blue skin and red eyes as bright as her crimson cheeks. Very handsome.

“ Officer Ureth’Avata.” The Chiss is called away and he goes back in line with the others.

Danica finds herself staying put and watching.

She humbly asks if Officer Ureth’Avata would be kind enough to join her for tea.

—-

“Tell me of your world. Is the sky blue? What shade? Is it cold or warm? “ she asks many questions. Her eyes bright as the Stars that he has seen in his travels.

The young Officer is nervous about the Princess, his fellows teased him already, he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes from glowing when he looks at her.

“The sky is blue when you can see it, it’s a cold place, frozen over mostly, I suppose it matches me.” He answers.

“Oh.” The princess reaches out and places a hand over his. She’s warm as the sun when it peeked out on Csilla…rare indeed. “ You too are slightly cold, I hope the room is to your liking.”

As long as you hold my hand it could be freezing….

“It is, Your Highness.”

“Please call me Danica.”

“Danica…” he whispers. “You can call me Ava.”

“Ava” she tries, “ I look forward to seeing you more often…”

“More often?” His eyes are practically glowing.

“You are assigned to be a tutor of mine, to teach me Cheunh, I’ll teach you more Mando’a.” A fair exchange…knowledge and the company of a Princess.

“We start tomorrow,” she smiles, “ For now, tell me what’s your world like Ava?”

Much more interesting than before….

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Lil' Obimaul fic snippet

Two Men and a Baby Zabrak AU

[Part 1 here]

Summary

In which a disastrous attempt at ambush and subterfuge on both sides leaves Obi-Wan and Maul trapped on the ruins of Dathomir. Maul needs Obi-Wan alive for his lightsaber and his intel. Obi-Wan needs Maul alive to teach him what the hell to feed this abandoned baby he's found...

Word count: 537 | WIP | SFW | Dividers by @xurengu0

It is sometime in the night, deep in those unknowable hours after most nocturnal hunting species have settled, but before the first rays of dawn. Kenobi is asleep on his back atop a makeshift bed of his own cloak and outer robes. He sleeps the still and silent sleep of a field soldier – that particular mix of exhaustion and discipline which allows one to lay their head wherever and simply shut down, knowing that the time until their next rest is never guaranteed. Maul does not wonder how long into the Clone Wars it took Kenobi to learn this particular skill, or whether he has always had it. Maul is meditating. 

There is a scuffling noise to his right, then the sound of tiny hands smashing two pebbles against each other in the dirt. 

Maul is trying to meditate. 

With a deep sigh he cracks his eyes open to observe the little zabrak lift a pebble and attempt to stuff the whole thing in its mouth. Passively, his mind still drifting, Maul wonders if it will choke. But the pebble is rather large, and there is only the soft grinding noises of the infant’s sharp teeth against stone as it gnaws and drools ineffectually. More’s the pity. 

Maul closes his eyes again. 

The grinding noises continue, quickly setting his own teeth on edge. 

Maul opens his eyes, properly this time, and with a tug of the Force rips the pebble out of the child’s mouth. For a moment the creature just sits there stupefied, like a droid with a lagging processor, and Maul’s entire body tenses in anticipatory rage at the incoming shrill cry. The infant’s fat orange face scrunches up...and it growls. It’s the tiniest, most pathetic growl Maul has ever heard.  

Still growling, the infant wobbles forward and tries to snatch the offending pebble back into its mouth. Its stubby little arms miss the thing completely. It tries again with marginally better aim, and just before it manages to swipe its prey into one clumsy fist, Maul uses the Force to twitch the rock an inch to the left.  

That pathetic growl intensifies and the infant topples forward to rest its weight on its arms. Maul twitches the pebble again, and a chubby palm is slapped down on top of it before it can go any further. The rock is rapidly shoved back into the child’s mouth and the infuriating grinding noises resume, now with an unsettling overlay of victorious growls and wet suckling. 

It’s revolting.  

Resigning himself to the fact that any attempt at stopping the sound will likely result in worse (and louder) ones, Maul settles back into his meditation. He centers his focus on the noise before turning it inwards to his own disgust, allowing the feeling to suffuse through his torso and into each limb. He feels the familiar cold, coiled, barely-contained stillness settle into each muscle group as he scans upwards from his feet; noticing the weight of his body against the ground beneath his thighs, the way his hands clench as if strangling open air, the knotted tension of his shoulders. When his awareness reaches his face, however, he is unnerved to realize that his lips are still twisted into a slight smile.

[Link to Part 1]

Once again I am here to throw a random chunk of this fic into the void like chum into the ocean. Which is imagery my little OC baby zabrak would enjoy, given I headcanon the species as carnivorous ambush predators.