Darth Maul

So in Lupinecopper what does Anakin think of all this?? He’s got a new fam or something, a new home, the Jedi temple is ..strange, does he miss his mom? Does Obiwan know about her? What does he think of maul?

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The nice thing about Obi-Wan is that when Anakin has a nightmare, Obi-Wan doesn’t care if Anakin wakes him.

Instead, Obi-Wan will either make Anakin a cup of sweetened milk tea or let him curl into bed with the Jedi.

His master.

Anakin still… struggles with that.

It helps that Obi-Wan sat down and explained to him the difference, but only after they had been to the Halls. Obi-Wan had been with him the entire time, Maul hovering just behind them, as the healer took Anakin’s blood sample, measured him, weighted him and set up a meal plan.

She had also scheduled an operation, removing Anakin’s explosive implant.

Anakin’s back had felt itchy for days after that and he had slept in Obi-Wan’s bed more than his own.

Sometimes, they slept out in the living room too, curled up together on a mattress with Maul laying over their legs. The zabrak never said anything about it, simply glared at either Obi-Wan or Anakin if they mentioned it but Anakin noticed the other had difficulties meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes.

When he asked about that, because Obi-Wan encouraged questions, which was wizard, he explained that whoever had been Maul’s pack leader, his alpha, had been harsh to him, had hurt him, so Maul was struggling too.

So Maul had a bad master too.

Like Anakin.

Some of the older slaves and the gladiatorial slaves particularly, were very aggressive, just like Maul.

So Anakin got it, even if he didn’t like it when Maul glared at them angrily or became cold in the Force, as if ice was being shoved down Anakin’s tunic.

Which he was still struggling with too.

It was hard to wrap the clothes and make them look neat but… well… Obi-Wan helped him.

So did Maul.

Obi-Wan had been sleeping in for once and Anakin had lessons and had been scrambling with his tunic and tabards, desperately working with them while ignoring the overnight oats Obi-Wan had made for him with honey and fruits. He just wanted Obi-Wan to sleep properly without being woken for once but if he came into lessons disheveled, that would reflect badly on Obi-Wan!

He knew that his induction to the Order was considered weird and a lot of the Initiates were jealous even if they didn’t say much.

Tru and Siri, friends he made in his class and also padawans, said that taking a padawan that young wasn’t normal and that many younglings were worried about aging out. Anakin didn’t… quite understand that either.

Apparently if they became too old, they couldn’t become Jedi?

He had asked Obi-Wan about it and Obi-Wan had quietly explained that at a certain point, your mind became more difficult to train, to guide and that at that point, becoming a Jedi knight had often lead to issues.

He had also said that there were difficulties with the system, a grimace and a dark look on his face before smiling and gently pulling on Anakin’s stubby braid, promising him a dessert if he did his chores properly.

He’d kind of forgotten about it after that.

He was still learning a lot about the Jedi and the things they could and could not do but first he had to learn the basic, like the stupid tunic, tabard and sash wrap!

He’d been wrinkling it rather badly but then… Maul had knelt down and taken the tunic and tabards in hands, gently pressing them in and down, pulling the sash and wrapping it as proper was.

Without a word, the zabrak had then ruffled Anakin’s short hair and then made his way to the fridge, pulling out his own food as Anakin whispered a quiet thank you, not wanting to wake Obi-Wan.

He still missed his mom.

But curling into Obi-Wan on those cold days…

Well, Obi-Wan was always warm. Something about the wolf inside of him made him, and Maul, warm as could be and Anakin enjoyed that, the warmth wrapping around him. Because Obi-Wan wraps around him when they’re curled up together.

Wolf or human, always warm.

It makes him miss his mom even more but when he said that to Obi-Wan… he’d smiled and poked him gently on the nose. “To miss someone is natural. That feeling? Its the feeling of love, despite the person not being there, you don’t stop loving them. But you can’t let that love stop you from moving forward.” Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Anakin’s forehead, quietly murmuring that a few of his friends were going to Tatooine, winking as he leaned back.

Anakin could take a hint, to not speak about what the other had whispered to him.

His mom would be fine.

She had to be.

Obi-Wan’s friends were going to Tatooine. And if there was anyone beyond his mom and mr Qui-Gon that he fully trusted… it was Obi-Wan.

Warm Obi-Wan, careful Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, who let him sleep in his bed and made him breakfast and taught him how to write basic.

Anakin loved Obi-Wan.

For Lupinecopper can we see more of maul adjusting to the temple more?

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Sitting down gingerly on the dry land, Maul looked around the water garden with quiet awe, unable to keep his attention on the Jedi master in front of him. Not that he was concerned, Obi-Wan wasn’t far away from them, showing Anakin how to swim as the desert child hadn’t learned that particular skill.

However, if anything was to happen, Obi-Wan would come and intervene, of that Maul was sure. Obi-Wan took his job as alpha of their little pack seriously and had already intervened twice when knights had gotten too rowdy with Maul in the hall.

The human had even growled, bared his fangs in human form before informing the knights that if they had an issue, Obi-Wan would be happy to inform the council of the knights trepidation to Maul’s presence among them.

A lot of Jedi had gone silent after that, though quiet hostility and resentment still lingered even if no one did anything too obviously.

The kel dor didn’t feel hostile though, not like many other Jedi were.

He didn’t even seem frightened, though that could be his shields in place.

So Maul could continue to marvel at the water garden from Mon Cala.

Maul had traveled the galaxy on Sidious orders, done many horrific things and many common things but he never just got the chance to… stop.

Sit down and enjoy the scenery.

In the Jedi temple, between following Obi-Wan around, working out, doing chores… there wasn’t much else to do, though Obi-Wan had been encouraging Maul to find a hobby or two to do. But to sit and just enjoy the peace…

It wasn’t something Maul had gotten to do and to do it now, especially in a water garden, rivers, ponds and even waterfalls all around him with little ‘islands’ of dry places to sit. Most of the vegetation was of course underwater, since this was a garden based on Mon Cala fauna but here and there, plants grew up on top of the surfaces.

Large lily pad like flowers, bowl shaped leaves, the floating what looked like kelp, lotuses, something that looked like cattails at the edges of the water and so on and forth.

For all the blue, the splashes of green, pink, white and golden yellow broke the scheme of blue apart, and it was beautiful.

Maul liked it.

“Its very peaceful here, isn’t it.” The kel dor stated.

Maul hummed in agreement, tilting his head to look across the water to watch the two humans for a bit, Obi-Wan carefully hold around Anakin’s midsection, gently instructing him to kick with his legs.

“The flowing water always reminds me that everything is in motion.” The man continued and Maul glanced at him, blinking slightly as he took in that the other was settled with his feet tucked under him instead of sitting in lotus position like Maul was.

‘Won’t his legs grow numb quicker like that?’ He couldn’t help but wonder. “…Is that a reference to me?” Maul questioned a tad tiredly, settling his hands in his lap. Coming to the temple, Maul had realized that one thing the rest of the galaxy had correct… was that the Jedi often spoke in fucking metaphors.

His question had the kel dor chuckling. “You, the future, me, everything my boy,” The Jedi turned his head to look at Obi-Wan and Anakin. “There was a time that many thought Obi-Wan would not become a Jedi due to his nature. Even now there are discrimination towards him, even in the temple. And yet here he is, one of our best, it reminds me that there is always things in motion, that for all the rocks thrown in a river, the water will flow.” He hummed.

Glancing back at the humans, Maul frowned. He hadn’t noticed anyone being obviously ill mannered towards Obi-Wan, but maybe that was just it, as an outsider, Maul just couldn’t see it?

Maybe that was it.

At least this kel dor was friendly. ‘His name is… Plo Koon, right?’ He glanced back at him. He was pretty sure the man was a council master and it was clear he had favorable opinions on Maul’s alpha.

That was good, it was clear that even among Jedi, werewolves weren’t an easy subject. So having someone in power as support could make things easier.

‘…Maybe I’ll tell them about Sidious… or he’ll make it difficult for us all…’ Maul mused quietly, looking at the flows of water around them, his eyes drawn back to the humans when Anakin’s Force aura suddenly spiked with mischievousness as he stood up in a shallow of the water, still up to his waist.

Suddenly the boy jerked, sending a spray of water up at the alpha, Obi-Wan spluttering loudly and Maul felt himself hold his breath, waiting.

Waiting for this to be it.

For Obi-Wan to show his true nature… and then the his alpha laughed, splashing Anakin in return with gentle hand waves.

The sound of Anakin laughing suddenly as he splashed Obi-Wan blotted out the sounds of the waterfalls for a long minute or two and Maul felt his lips reluctantly twitch into a smile as Obi-Wan laughed and played along.

He could feel the kel dor, Koon, watching both him and his humans but couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes of Obi-Wan and Anakin. ‘My… my pack. My little pack.’

For Lupinecopper, can we see them all getting to the temple? Especially a Maul POV chapter as he starts to take in how totally different his life is going to be?

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Staring at the package on the bed as if it was a snake that could bite him, Maul warily glanced around the room that was supposedly his.

Or so alpha said.

Obi-Wan, as he insisted. Maul couldn’t quite do that though, it wasn’t in his nature or his instincts, when any moment he expected the other shoe to drop.

Because that was what all this felt like, a grand production of carrot and stick, or well, meat in Maul’s instance. He could eat vegetables like any zabrak but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy it, he was a damn carnivore.

Not to mention the wolf inside of him.

But so far, outside of a few angry looks by Jedi in the corridors and whispered mean words, no one had done anything, least of all his alpha or the pack he had been pulled into. The old Jedi even made him tea from Dathomir, an import the man had claimed with a small laugh as he poured cups for all of them from a pot.

Maul had of course waited until the two other had drank first before daring to drink too, he wasn’t about to be poisoned but…

Nothing happened. The tea was safe.

He had a room, he was fed, he trained with his alpha and the pack Jedi in a salle, stayed in the quarters of his alpha and kept himself entertained.

Weeks after being beaten to submission and nothing had yet to happen, Maul expecting an assassin in the night from Sidious or for another Jedi outside of the pack to attack him. But there had been nothing.

Of course, that didn’t mean that most were happy he was there.

The Jedi council had looked like they were ready to jail him the moment they met him on Naboo and the rest of the Jedi temple was far from kind to him. But no one had harmed him, so compared to Sidious, Maul was living better than ever with regular food, no punishments and even the ability to come and go around the temple should he wish.

So why was Maul so leery about the package sitting so innocently on his bed?

It was clearly from his alpha, Maul could smell that, Kenobi’s scent was all over it and fresh, meaning it would have been picked up today.

Gray wrapping paper, tied of with some kind of string in a similar gray shade, resting on his nicely made bed.

Finally forcing himself forward, Maul tugged on the string gingerly until it came undone so he could push the paper aside, even as his mind kept going through what in the world was inside the package.

It wasn’t big, nor was it heavy, it didn’t press the sheets in with its weight but it had mass to it, so what in th-

Maul froze, staring at the contents.

Clothes.

Black leggings, some black socks, black underwear, shirts and tunics. The tunics and shirts came in black but also a deep red and one lovely midnight blue one.

Unable to resist, Maul reached out and ran his fingertips along the blue one, his breath catching slightly as he felt the silky fabric under his finger tips. But more than that, Maul noticed a glint of gold on the blue.

Embroidered onto the collar, one on each side, was a golden profile of a wolf head.

The blue tunic one was made of silk, of fine quality and make and Maul stared at it for a long moment of sheer confusion and stifled fear, only moving when he heard his door open, turning his head quickly to look.

Obi-Wan stood there, peering at him in concern but not stepping inside. “Are you alright Maul? I felt some conflicting emotions,” His eyes fell to Maul’s hands and perked up a bit. “Oh, I see you found the clothes.” He stated a tad more cheerfully.

Maul mouth felt dry but he forced himself to speech still. “What is… this?” He questioned slowly, keeping his voice low as he avoided his alpha’s eyes, not wanting to challenge the man when he already felt unbalanced.

Obi-Wan cocked his head in return. “Well, you didn’t have clothes, you’ve been wearing the same things since Naboo. I went to the quartermaster and picked up some clothes in your size. Just some though, in case they weren’t to your liking, so you had something to wear until we could buy more,” He explained before frowning. “I… are they not to your liking?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice sounding worried, shoulders hunching slightly.

Maul stood there, feeling lost.

Sidious had rarely extended the curtsy of fetching him anything, once Maul had gotten old enough, Sidious had simply handed him credits to buy what he needed or sent his droids.

Yet his new alpha, this Jedi, the ancient enemies of Sith, had gone out of his way to pick out clothes for Maul. The toiletries had been sorted the first day but clothes…

These were his clothes now.

Swallowing slightly, Maul turned his head back, his fingers still on the blue tunic. “No… no I like them…” He stated quietly, hunching slightly at the warmth and happiness lighting up the Force behind him.

Yet he didn’t retract his statement.

He really did like his new tunic.

Anakin interacts with his Obi’s new pack mate. Obi sets ground rules for his pup and his pack member.- Lupine Copper

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Everyone feed and watered, Obi-Wan let out a tired sigh as he settled forward on the end of the recliner, resting his elbows on his knees while looking between the Sith and Anakin on the couch. “…We’re going to need some ground rules, now that we’re pack.” He stated seriously.

Maul stiffened, sitting back against the couch with his arms crossing over his chest.

Anakin just cuddled up on the other end of the couch, a pillow in his arms and a sleepy, content look on his face.

Being full of food after so much excitement tended to do that and Anakin was young.

He’d likely have to repeat the rules later for the blond’s sake but it was good to start on it now.

“If you two are in trouble, you comm me, regardless what, you involve me,” He stated slowly, looking between them. “I might not always be able to help you get out of trouble but I could at least head off some of it.”

Anakin sat up a bit, biting his lips. “A-Are you expecting us to be in trouble?” He whispered.

Maul’s toxic colored eyes seemed to echo the question.

Snorting faintly, Obi-Wan first pointed at Anakin. “You are a kit, a child, who likes to tinker. I expect trouble to find you,” He stated a tad wryly, smiling a bit at the sheepish look on Anakin’s face. “And you,” He pointed at Maul, the Sith tensing. “Are a darksider I beat in a vicious battle that has to answer to me due to our instincts. I expect you to make trouble or for other Jedi to do it, which is why I need you to comm me if others trouble Maul.” He stated seriously.

Both Anakin and Maul exchanged looks, seemed to realize what they had done and snapped back to staring at Obi-Wan.

It was almost adorable and Obi-Wan snorted. “Look, not everyone likes were’s in the temple and we’re Jedi. The fact that you’re there is going to be… difficult. Not everyone will agree with it.” Obi-Wan stated severely.

Maul top lip raised, revealing a flash of teeth that were covered when Obi-Wan gave him a penetrating look, the other lowering his eyes in submission.

“But as long as you stay with either me or my master, things will be fine. The council has already agreed to let you come with us.” Reluctantly, very reluctantly but Obi-Wan was nothing if not a fine negotiator in the making and had made his points very clear. Maul was coming with him and that was that. “And I’ll do my best to keep you safe and healthy. With time, the temple will get used to you.”

Maul gained a doubtful look but Obi-Wan didn’t call him out on that.

He would have doubted too. He had doubted it when Qui-Gon had said the same words when he had returned to the temple.

He’d let Maul have his doubt for now.

“Other than that, I expect you both to behave appropriately in the temple, and you Anakin to do your lessons to the best of your capability,” He raised his hand when he saw the other about to interrupt. “I know that you can’t write basic,” Obi-Wan stated softly, smiling softly when Anakin’s cheeks flushed. “That’s why I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you anything you need to know Anakin before you join the other Initiates in class. If there’s anything you’re wondering, anything you don’t know, you can always ask me.”

Anakin looked up, suddenly excited, eyes wide as he sensed the genuine truth in the statement.

He was a very emphatic Force sensitive, most likely a trait he had cultivated to survive as a slave. “I can’t promise I know the answer or can answer your questions well, but I do promise to answer, even if it is to tell you I don’t know.” Obi-Wan promised.

As he did, he flickered his eyes to Maul, meeting the others eyes, giving him the silent promise of the same.

Maul said nothing of course, simply turned his head away but Obi-Wan could see an ocean of questions lined up in his eyes already.

“Other than that, I don’t have any rules. You, Anakin, will be moving in with the Initiates once I taught you what you need to know and you, Maul, will be living with me as I prepare for my Knighthood trials.” Obi-Wan explained what little he already knew would be, what the council had confirmed for him.

He could see Maul’s shoulders relax a bit, the zabrak turning thoughtful.

Anakin meanwhile bounced on the couch. “Where will I be living while you teach me?” He wondered, eyes wide. “On your couch?”

Snorting softly, Obi-Wan shook his head. “Nope, you get my old rooms, Qui-Gon and you will live together.” He grinned, snorting softly at the softly whispered ‘wizard’ that came from his kit.

Life was about to turn very interesting.

For Lupinecopper… would it be possible to have some Maul POV? Maybe him being defiant but also kind of scared? Especially when the Council shows up?

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Watching everyone as closely as he could, in particular the redhead, Maul had come to the conclusion that his new alpha was… strange.

Or maybe different.

He wasn’t ignorant, Maul knew very well that the way he had been raised was… immoral.

Many beings would find it reprehensible the way Sidious had treated him through the years and as a youth, he had thought that was simply how it was suppose to be. The man had been his master and his alpha throughout the years, his power over Maul absolute and his demand for obedience total.

Anything but total obedience got Maul punished, the consequences of his lack of submission leaving the zabrak body straining as he struggled to get his tasks and missions done.

Sometimes, very rarely, he got to rest his beaten and lightning twitching body but that was not often, Sidious was a hard task master.

But his new alpha… this Jedi, he wasn’t like that.

He expected obedience too, but…

Not submission and his orders weren’t…

It was confusing, so far the Jedi’s orders had related to Maul health, ensuring he remained still for treatment, ensuring he ate and only one of the orders were really something that upset him when the Jedi tied him up.

But even then it wasn’t really that upsetting, the ropes hadn’t been tightly bound and they were weak. Even without his werewolf strength or the Force, Maul would have easily escaped them.

It was for show, simply for the beings on Naboo to think he was restrained.

To keep them calm despite how much he could sense the discomfort and outright hate some had towards not only him but also his new alpha.

Were discrimination wasn’t unfamiliar to Maul but to see it directed at a Jedi…

He hadn’t been able to think too much about it as the news of the Jedi council and his former master was arriving, the instinctual fear of him causing Maul to curl up even as his insides howled in defiance, wanting to fight.

But fear had leashed him for years and hate had kept him strong, he would endure Sidious arrival and prostate himself.

Only…

That hadn’t happened.

Instead his new alpha had pulled him up and pulled him along with the child latched onto the Jedi’s waist, leaving the landing area to the tall Jedi as they returned to the rooms that were gifted to them temporarily.

Kenobi had untied him the moment they were inside and sent Maul to the couch, fetched him the jerky that must be for the Jedi originally and let Maul eat.

Let him rest and relax, the fear slowly easing as his distance to the landing party made him feel more secure.

It was… nice.

Maul wasn’t sure what to make of any of that, of nice Jedi, nice beings, treating him as if he had worth beyond his ability as a weapon. Sidious had never treated him kindly and others shunned him, the feel of the Dark side warning them away despite not realizing what Maul was.

Maybe beings had treated him neutrally at best but Sidious training had been more stick than carrot as they said and fear had driven Maul to improve and do better at the man’s feet.

Yet here he was, sitting on a couch, the blond human on the other side as he ate fruit, Maul eating jerky as his new alpha ordered proper food up to them from the kitchens, his voice pitched to sound like Jinn instead of his own.

Clearly he expected better treatment if the staff thought it was Jinn ordering and Maul couldn’t help but wonder if this was something Kenobi was used to doing, mimicking his master’s voice.

He wanted to know more about the other were as he watched him, about his new alpha as he slowly chewed no the jerky, wanted to learn how another were had survived Coruscant and the core’s.

Wanted to know another werewolf and maybe, just maybe, far in his subconscious, he also wanted to know safety with a pack member.

LupineCopper- Who wins the fight? What happens when Ani gets back from his flight?

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“Sit.” Obi-Wan stated, watching the Sith.

Maul, glaring, did as told, settling down on the couch. He quickly pulled his legs up under himself and tucked his hands up in his lap, obeying his pack alpha much to Obi-Wan’s relief.

So far, the other had obeyed everything Obi-Wan told him.

Some with great reluctance of course but none of the orders Obi-Wan had for him were bad and it was clear the Sith was mostly just being a bit contrary because he had lost to Obi-Wan.

That wasn’t so bad.

Anakin crawled onto the couch too, ignoring Maul as he watched Obi-Wan hopefully. The boy had quickly understood the dynamic with Maul, that the other were wasn’t a danger because he was now under Obi-Wan’s leadership.

Anakin had also been watching when Obi-Wan tied the other were up, a for show thing for the nabooan’s more than anything and had seen how Maul folded, sulkily, to Obi-Wan’s command.

Maul had only once tried to disobey Obi-Wan, after waking up in the infirmary with the Jedi all around him and a sharp growl from the human had fixed that.

Sighing, Obi-Wan ran his hand over his hair before smiling at his pup. “I’m gonna heat some rations, okay? There’s also the fruit bowl.” He reminded the boy, smiling a bit wider at how Anakin perked up.

The blond instantly shot towards the small table to the side of the rooms that held said bowl, grabbing a large apple that he bit into with a loud crunch. Anakin had already asked if Maul wasn’t suppose to eat and Obi-Wan had explained to him that zabraks were carnivores.

They occasionally added supplementing things to their diet, like the occasional breaded things, fruits and whatever they wanted, but the majority of their food were meat.

Which was why Obi-Wan was grateful that he had restocked his own supplies when they were on Coruscant.

As a human, Obi-Wan could eat anything and be healthy from it. Maul needed more meat and therefore Obi-Wan had started feeding the man the jerky Obi-Wan had originally packed for himself.

Making his way over to his bags, he pulled out his ‘Carnivore’ bag as Qui-Gon playfully called it, ignoring how Maul almost piteously perked up with hope, the Sith trying to hide his reaction to the prospect of food.

Maul’s reaction to the things around him told Obi-Wan a lot of things.

Like the fact that whoever had trained him, both the wolf and the man, was a cruel being.

Maul didn’t need to tell Obi-Wan that, he could read it in the reaction Maul had to simple and even kind touches, the wary eyes, the way he ducked his head when Obi-Wan was close and the way he practically scarfed down the food initially.

Whoever had power over Maul, they had used it harshly and turned the other cruel in response to his own pain.

Which was why Obi-Wan was doing his best not to treat Maul too badly with the power he had. A bit hard yes, he expected to be obeyed he had made clear, he couldn’t allow the other to act out, what if he hurt Anakin?

But not cruelly, there was a difference between discipline and cruelty.

Quietly, Obi-Wan held out a full bag of jerky to the other, waiting patiently until Maul snatched the bag with a little grumble, the other tucking his chin down as he pulled himself even more together on the couch.

But he started to eat, no longer watching Obi-Wan with wary eyes and waiting until he had made distance before he would eat, as if he expected the food to be snatched away to begin with.

No, now he ate, still watching Obi-Wan of course but not scarfing it all down.

It was progress, just as Obi-Wan had made progress with Anakin.

It was slow going but Obi-Wan’s pack would recover from what life had been thrown at them. And if a small, stifled part of Obi-Wan, the part that had longed for a larger pack when it was just him and Qui-Gon, was preening contently as he feed Anakin too… well, no one but Obi-Wan had to know.

So in Lupine Copper, does Obi win? How do the Nabor react when Anakin returns to the surface and Obi tries to get his pup? How does Ani react? Plus he is a son of the Force so…

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Shuddering faintly as the wind seemed to burrow past his cloak as he pressed himself to Qui-Gon’s side, Obi-Wan eyed the tied up Sith sitting at their feet with wary concern as they waited for the council to arrive.

So far the bacta seemed to be doing its duty and the two hearts of a zabrak meant the other was hardier than most humans. But as the other’s alpha and now pack leader, Obi-Wan was now responsible for him.

And wasn’t that just a fucked up situation, a Sith as his packmate and underling.

How he was going to explain this to the Council and the rest of the temple he wasn’t sure but frankly, Obi-Wan was just too tired to really make sense of it at the moment, focusing more on the comfort of Qui-Gon’s body.

And Anakin hiding under his cloak.

The boy hadn’t left his side since Padme had, very clumsily since Obi-Wan was standing right there and she was trying not to be obvious in calling him a monster, tried to convince him away from Obi-Wan.

Anakin had not liked that.

No, the boy had been scandalized by Padme and clung to Obi-Wan waist with wide blue eyes before looking up at Obi-Wan, calling out with a high pitched voice. “You were right! They’re prejudiced!” Then he hid his face in Obi-Wan’s side.

Several Nabooan’s had gotten an ugly flush at that, even as Obi-Wan soothingly tried to rub at Anakin’s back, murmuring comfortingly.

Frankly, aside from a few snide comments and scathing looks, Obi-Wan was actually treated better than he was used to if he was honest.

Not that he’d tell Anakin that.

The boy was already upset with Obi-Wan’s injuries, the minor and the major, from the left arm settled into a sling, scrapes on his face and the limp he had when he walked. So Obi-Wan would rather not upset the boy even more when his pup was already distressed.

And he liked it even less that Naboo’s queen seemed determined to follow them around and tried to speak with Anakin one on one when she could.

It was thankfully difficult for her, seeing as she had duties but due to her handmaidens and their undercover trick, it left Padme time to find them too. The handmaidens were skilled in the affairs of court too after all, being as close as they were to their queen.

And at the moment, they were all there.

Since with the council came the new Chancellor, former Senator Palpatine.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what he felt about that.

Valorum wasn’t extremely pro lupines but he didn’t have a bias against them either and was friendly to Jedi. And he was Qui-Gon’s friend, he had always greeted Obi-Wan pleasantly, never changed his attitude even when he realized Obi-Wan was a were.

The cultural context of Naboo almost guaranteed that Chancellor Palpatine would have less friendly views of werewolves and Obi-Wan…

Well, hopefully the man wouldn’t try to lobby for any laws that prohibited or made werewolves lives harder.

Finally the ship came into view and Obi-Wan sighed deeply only to tense when he felt his new packmate suddenly shift back, pressing against Obi-Wan’s leg, shoulders trembling faintly.

A subconscious move for sure and Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon questionably.

Qui-Gon, familiar with canine behaviors, studied the zabrak, the way his head was tilted down, the trembling shoulders and the way he had pressed back into Obi-Wan. “…I’ll greet the council and Chancellor, take him to our space.” He finally murmured.

Reaching down, Obi-Wan helped the zabrak up, feeling Anakin follow under his cloak as they made their way down the landing platform, Obi-Wan ignoring how the nabooan group gave him a wide berth.

He had worse, right now he had pack duties, a packmate to settle and a pup to feed as he heard Anakin’s stomach growl.

With Lupine Copper, is this a dominance fight, or is Anakin soon going to have another wolf parent? (Happy Holidays!)

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The enemy is in front of him, panting, growling as he leads the Jedi on and Obi-Wan knows.

He knows that the Sith is leading him, trying to get Obi-Wan where he wants him. But still he follows, he has no other choice.

The challenge has been issued, his blood is pumping as instincts tells him to maul and maim his challenger. The part of him that holds onto his humanity and sanity recognizes that the Sith would never just yield to him but the wolf snarls in outrage and once more the two wolves clashes together.

Under the scent of blood, he can smell Qui-Gon.

His master is still following, but not interfering, staying further behind the two wolves.

Thank kark, because Obi-Wan isn’t sure what would happen if the man tried.

He can’t promise that he himself wouldn’t attack his master at this point, not with the mindset of the wolf so prominent, the instincts spurring him on as he goes for the throat of the Sith once more.

If he can just make the Sith yield, then it be over, he could get this done.

But the Sith is as strong, if not stronger than Obi-Wan and its clear he’s trained in this form as much as his zabrak form. Because the black wolf can use the Force, something Obi-Wan still struggles with.

His focus will shift in this form, scents and impressions distracting him even if its razor thin focused in this moment, his enemy too demanding for his instincts to shift anywhere else.

The Sith avoids the lunge and whimper forces itself out of Obi-Wan throat as instead the other sinks his teeth into Obi-Wan’s flank, pushing him back with Obi-Wan’s hind left paw scrambling off the side of the bridge.

He can hear Qui-Gon give a small cry of worry as Obi-Wan slips but the attack on his flank has left the Sith’s bare too and Obi-Wan lounges back, sinking his own further down into the others hind leg.

The pain forces the other to let go, howling with pain as Obi-Wan bounces back, snarling at the other.

The bite of the other is far enough up that Obi-Wan gait is not effected, or the adrenaline and rushing blood covers it.

But Obi-Wan’s bite to the others hind leg is far enough down that the Sith is now limping.

Limping and snarling, eyes wild as he limps backward before turning tail and rushing towards a flickering hall of ray shields, Obi-Wan on his tail with Qui-Gon behind him again. They must make quite the sight, two draft sized wolves and a large human chasing each other.

But there are no one to watch, the battles are going on elsewhere.

Thank the Force.

After exposing himself, Obi-Wan had smelled the fear of the Nabooan and he’d rather not have to deal with them, knew already that if he survived this battle, he’d leave it all to his master.

He’d stay out of sight with his pup.

But first he had to survive.

Instincts yelled at him and Obi-Wan skidded to a stop, only just in time as the ray shield in front of him came up, separating him from the other wolf and he almost backed into the one behind it when it came up.

Qui-Gon, caught on the far side of the shields, stared at him with worry before looking beyond him at the Sith, forcing Obi-Wan’s attention back on his enemy.

The Sith was nursing his wound, eyes trained on Obi-Wan while licking at his hind leg, growling faintly at the trapped Jedi.

Well, it was a moment to breath at least.

Panting, Obi-Wan kept standing, knowing his muscles would start cooling down if he sat down on his hind, mentally counting as he focused on his enemy.

This little pause could be a great help or a great hinder, depending on if his enemy was like Obi-Wan, if this little break would give in on the battle adrenaline roaring in the Sith.

Obi-Wan could hope, quivering, ready to pounce as poisonous yellow meet his own eyes, both waiting for the same moment.

The rey shield fell and two great beast attacked each other once more.

Free pass to the Author! What do you want to prompt?

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Frankly,
Obi-Wan was no longer surprised when Maul and Savage ambushed them,
at this point it was almost becoming routine, if dangerous routine.

That
still didn’t prepare him for what was coming out of Maul’s awful
mouth.

“Do
your precious Jedi even know?
Does your precious padawan?” Maul hissed, loudly enough to attract
attention from others as Obi-Wan and he remained saber locked.

Obi-Wan
narrowed his eyes a bit in confusion, resisting the urge to try and
pull Maul’s legs out from under him. “Former padawan.” He
drawled out, trying to keep the upper hand while checking his own
impulses.

It
wouldn’t work so well, half metal as he was.

Maul
chuckled darkly before jumping away, shifting, prowling, yellowing
eyes locked on Obi-Wan but flickering ever so slightly in Anakin’s
direction as the man was trying to deal with Savage.

It
was basically the immovable object meet the unstoppable force, quite
the entertaining show Obi-Wan was sure.

If
he could pay attention that way.

Though
why Savage wasn’t just bowling them over like last time…

“Do
they know what kind of hypocrite you are?” Maul hissed, his
sibilant tones echoing
a bit through the hallway. “Do
they know that when you tried to kill me you touched darkness?”
He sneered at Obi-Wan.

Tensing,
Obi-Wan could feel the stunned shock from behind him, could feel
Anakin mental shout through their bond but Maul was there, in front
of them. Savage was there, they couldn’t deal with this now.

Obi-Wan
jumped Maul’s attempt to sweep his legs out then bore down on the
man with his saber before twirling to the side and following with a
parry when Maul tried to swing at him.

“Do
they know,” Maul continued, snarling, a note of breathlessness in
his voice. “How you screamed as I gutted
your master? How you cried out before snarling back at me? How you
came at me with all the violent emotions of someone looking for
revenge?”

Something
inside Obi-Wan shuttered, the memories of his master on the ground,
the pain in the Force, the nauseating smell of burning flesh and his
own heart rendering cry of pain.

No,
no one had known what Obi-Wan had done.

He
had feared that if the council had known about those seconds of
weakness, of Obi-Wan allowing the dark to take a foothold in his soul
and being, that they would have further cause to really deny him the
chance to train Anakin.

To
fulfill his promise to Qui-Gon.

And
so, despite them watching the recordings from Naboo, he had not
mentioned what he had done in the beginning before defeating Maul and
they could not sense it through the recording.

Couldn’t.

Anakin
had priority and any stain on his soul and being…

Well,
Obi-Wan would carry it.

He
would shield it well and purge it with time.

But
he never told a single living soul about it.

Not
even Anakin.

()()()

Sitting
down heavily in the co-pilot seat, Obi-Wan stared blankly at the
viewport.

Beside
him, piloting the ship, he could sense Anakin, the only sounds being
the engines of the shuttle they had ‘borrowed’ to make their
escape. Considering they were both black and blue from Savage, it had
been the best idea to make a retreat with those odds.

Savage
was a bantha in a glass shop and
they were the glass unfortunately, bruised and aching but still
together on this ship.

But
it was so silent.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan turned his head to look at Anakin, watching him for a
few long moments. The other was wound tight like a rubber ball, as if
any second a rubber band would snap and leave sores on a child’s
hand and Obi-Wan knew the other must be thinking about what Maul had
said.

“…When
Qui-Gon died,” He murmured, seeing Anakin’s hands go tense and
his body still. “I shattered, I was angry at him, he had dismissed
me in front of the council, all for a shiny new padawan and
regardless how much I care for you Anakin, all I could see back then
was the fact that I wasn’t enough and
then Maul dared to take him away from me, it turned all that anger
into guilt and fear and pain.”
Obi-Wan stated quietly, calmly.

Slowly,
the other Jedi looked towards him, a frown on his face before
hesitating.

A
weak smile crossed Obi-Wan’s lips. Talking about Qui-Gon still
hurt, especially to talk about his death. “Ask Anakin, I won’t
deny you answers now that you know.” He murmured.

Turning
the chair a bit so he could face Obi-Wan, Anakin took a few seconds
to collect his thoughts. “…No one knows, why doesn’t anyone
know? Why didn’t you say anything?” He questioned slowly, visibly
confused but also a bit lost.

Settling
his hands in his lap, Obi-Wan sighed tiredly. “Because any darkness
on me were dismissed as Maul back then and no one was looking too
deeply at me as I had just lost my master. And I couldn’t tell
them, if they knew just how close I came to falling-” Anakin jerked
in shock, eyes snapping to Obi-Wan’s face with wide eyes. “Of how
I touched the darkness that dwells in all, they would have denied me
you to train. They were reluctant but if they knew… they would have
done everything to stop me training you.” Obi-Wan sighed deeply,
resisting the urge to rub his own hands nervously.

Anakin
stared at him, speechless before nodding, turning back to the
controls.

It
wouldn’t be the last he heard of this from his former padawan.

Of
that much Obi-Wan knew.

But
maybe that made for more trust.

Maybe
this was a good thing.

Obi-Wan
could simply hope as he too turned back to the controls, watching as
Anakin engaged hyperspace, stars blurring past them in bright lines
of light.

For your Papasheev verse. Maul once observed his masters son once or twice and thought he was the most beautiful creature in the galaxy.

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It
doesn’t happen often, but occasionally Maul sees
his master’s son for
only fleeting moments, not enough to get any impressions or really
take much notice beyond that the human has red hair and pale skin.

At
first he wasn’t interested in the other, why would he ever be
interested in someone who wasn’t a Sith like he even if it was his
master’s sprog.

Obi-Wan
Palpatine was not vital to his mission and his master would introduce
them if it was necessary.

He’s
fifteen when he finally ‘meets’ the other. Though that might be a generous description really.

He’s
been summoned to his master’s mansion and is waiting in the hall
outside the office for him when he spots the redhead through one of
the large window Naboo’s building style favored with
the slight breeze ruffling the mauve drapes,
the other sitting outside in one of the fancy gardens with a
beautiful pond full of fishes not far from him and a flower arch over
the bench he’s on that provides shade from the sun.

Palpatine
is three years older than him but has a boyish look to his face that
Maul thinks makes him look younger and his eyes are kind of large and
almost doeish, something he later can pinpoint as eyeliner doing, he
has a fine jaw and a strong nose with a cleft in his chin and long
red hair braided back with golden thread.

He
has freckles Maul notes, wondering why that seems to be important as
he eyes the golden thread holding the hair back.

Long
hair as common of nobility of Naboo though the length young
Palpatine’s hair was reaching was rather uncommon as
it rested down his spine to almost his rear as he sits on the pale
marble bench.

But
he looked comfortable, tucked up on the
bench in his father’s statue
garden
with a book on his lap, his sheer, sky blue robe pooling around him
with bare white feet against the marble. Small toes wiggled lightly
and for some reason Maul was fascinated by that, watching the little
digits wiggle as green eyes flickered over the sentences in his book.

His
lips were dark pink.

Palpatine
kept nipping at the skin, that was why, focused and therefor biting
at his lips which made them flush up and plump.

Maul
wanted… something
from him.

His
fingers were twitching.

And
then the redhead looked up, looking straight at Maul with an intent
focus that told Maul this man was also a Force user.

But then he smiled and the bottom of Maul’s stomach dropped because
that was a nice
smile. It wasn’t like the smiles he was used to being directed at
him, it was a sweet smile with only a hint of teeth and it took Maul
a moment to realize why it was so nice.

It
was genuine, Palpatine’s eyes had curved a bit too and that was why
it was so nice.

And
then it was gone as the other dropped his eyes back to the pages of
his book, a book that Maul would guess was very expensive but the
father had provided because Master Sidious was honestly wealthy and
clearly he had no issue in lavishing his son with the money.

From
the expensive robe in silk, to the golden thread in his hair and the
paper
book
in his grasp, that was very clear and it made Obi-Wan Palpatine a
sight to behold with his green eyes and his fetching facial features.

Just
as he was about to move closer to talk to the other, it
wasn’t that far after all from the window and down to the bench
where Palpatine sat,
Sidious finally called for him and Maul aborted his steps to instead
head to the office as the sharp voice called for him, throwing only a
lingering glance over his shoulder to meet those green eyes as
Obi-Wan’s attention had been brought out of the book by the sound
of his father’s voice.

He
hoped he could see the other again and maybe even speak to him, for a
human, Obi-Wan was a rather pretty figure.

And
his smiles were pretty too.