#mobitine au

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Hello I have a VERY IMPORTANT mobitine question: is Maul in this au smol?

Not in the way that counts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

… Jokes aside, yeah, he’s the shortest of the three. He’s like 5'9 (not counting horns), Obi-wan’s about 5'10, and Satine is just barely under 6’ and likes to wear very tall heels.

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I love how you both choose the same prompt. THANKS GUYS. @soul-candle, @shadowmaat

Suffer in Silence - for whatever reason, (character) doesn’t want anyone to know they’re sick, and does everything they can to hide it.

Mobitine: an AU in which Maul and Obi-wan each ran away from their respective orders and took refuge on Mandalore, living with Satine.

this might get... long. yall know I have Too Many Emotions about this threesome.

Satine’s been watching them in the training room for a quarter-hour, and she still can’t quite pinpoint what’s wrong with Maul.

It’s not his form, perfect as always- his steady Juyo rhythm hits every position, every beat. Even his borrowed Soresu moves are steady and strong, exactly right- Obi-wan can’t even find any room to critique him. They both move through perfect katas with their practice blades.

And yet, every single time they turn to face one another, Maul hits the ground first.

In a normal match, it would be about even. They’re very well-matched in skill. That’s half of why she comes down to watch- to see which of them can best the other more times in a bout. And, admittedly, to join in on the kissing when they’ve decided on a winner for the day.

Today is different- Maul goes down round after round, hitting the practice mats with well-rehearsed falls that don’t bruise anything important. He runs, strikes, and is always infinitesimally slow. 

“What’s wrong?” Obi-wan asks, going to one knee with his practice saber discarded. He’s not even breathing hard, while on the ground, Maul is gasping. “Please just tell me, dear-”

“Nothi-” Maul chokes on the end of the word, his breathing stuttering on an odd sound, “nothing to tell.” He rasps as he draws air in, and out, and in, with slow and measured timing.

Satine narrows her eyes.

Obi-wan extends a hand, slowly contemplating a soothing touch- and withdraws from Maul’s overheated skin when he bares his teeth. Satine can see the quivering of his shoulders as he pulls away from Obi’s hand.

She listens to his labored breathing, the way he’s panting through his mouth and not his nose. Sees him shiver just a little when the cool air comes in from the vents.

Slipping her ornamental shoes off at the edge of the mat, she treads softly to meet them. Maul looks up at her, his bright-gold gaze irritated and just slightly pathetic. She can see his eyes are watering, just a bit, in a too-tired-to-stay-open sort of way.

Obi-wan looks up at her, too, still down on one knee, and inclines his head in respect and dramatism.

“Here,” she says, kneeling down next to Maul’s head. “May I touch you?”

He sighs. “If you must.” Closing his eyes, he rests his head back on the ground.

She reaches down, tracing soft fingertips across his horns, his scalp, and watches his face relax a bit. His breathing catches, and his chest jumps as he tries to cough with as little noise as possible.

“You’re ill,” she tells him, and his eyes open so that he can glare at her with watery eyes.

“M’not.” He sighs as she digs her fingers in against the base of his horns, his eyes fluttering shut. At the same time, his mouth closes, and he tries to breathe through his nose, making a rather horrible wet noise.

Obi-wan laughs, hiding his mouth with his hand like it might not offend Maul if it’s covered. Maul wrinkles his nose in disgust, and groans.

“Yes, you are.” She keeps petting him, softly, softly, and he keeps shivering and breathing through audible obstructions. “Now come on upstairs, so we can medicate you and make you comfortable.”

“I do not require- comfort.” Maul protests, as he wraps a hand around Obi-wan’s and allows himself to be pulled upright. Satine and Obi-wan share a dry look. “And I did not want to reveal that I... That I am not..”

“That you haven’t the strongest immune system in the Galaxy?” Obi-wan remarks dryly. Maul glares at him, glancing at their intertwined fingers with skepticism. “Maul, you’re one of the strongest people I know, but you were effectively locked in a cell your entire childhood. Your immune system had no chance to catch minor illnesses from other children and build up immunity, which is why you’re so susceptible now.”

They help him up together, Obi-wan on one side, still holding Maul’s hand, and Satine holding him around the waist. She leans her head against his warm shoulder, turning it into a caress instead of physical support.

From the other side of the room, Satine’s comm beeps at her. She swears.

“Back to work?” Obi-wan asks.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Government work waits for no one,” Maul rasps. He stops to cough. “Go, keep the world spinning.”

“You’re both ridiculous.” She declares. With one last nuzzle into Maul’s shoulder- he is so solid and so warm- she steps away to bid Obi good-bye.

He catches her with one arm around her waist, staring her in the eyes before he leans in for a deep, glorious, heart-stopping kiss. Her hand tangles into his hair and she never wants to pull away.

She opens her eyes to see Maul, now close, resting his head against Obi’s arm.

“Is this goodbye going to be extended to me?” He asks.

“Hush.” Obi-wan says, nudging him gently. “You’re ill. Can’t spread it.”

Maul scoffs, and Satine- who, while she would love to kiss him, really cannot afford to take a sick day- kisses her fingers gently and lays them across his lips. He blinks at her with studied affection. 

Obi-wan leans his forehead against hers- a gesture she returns with more force than is really necessary, her memories turning it into an old-fashioned Mando headbutt. She does miss that from her upbringing as a soldier and commando. The rough, open affection. Now that she has her men about her, warriors that she can think of as clan, it’s starting to come back.

With great reluctance, she pulls away from them. Obi-wan tugs Maul along with him to the doors of the showers, shouting a command to the computers to turn the hot water on as he explains the intricacies of juvenile immune-system development to a dazed Maul.

And Satine turns away, pulling her hair up and back to tuck into her headdress, grabbing her impractical shoes, and slipping back into her disguise as a graceful politician, and not a mad Mando with two beautiful lovers.

Duty calls.

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I FEEL ENCOURAGED TO ASK MORE ABOUT MOBITINE HOPE YOU WON'T REGRET IT: what's their safeword and who uses it most often (if they use it at all)?

KEEP ‘EM COMING ANON. Sorry this took longer than the last one lmao, I had to go to work.

Putting this under a cut for non-nsfw talk about sex, trauma, and healthy kink negotiation.

SO. Satine, Maul, and Obi-wan actually use the traffic light system- red for “stop immediately”, yellow for “slow down” or “lighten up”, and green for “keep going” or “increase intensity”. At any point during a scene- or “regular” sex, or even a social situation- they can grab another’s hand, whisper “color?” and if the answer is red or yellow, they’ll get removed from the situation or just talked to about what’s not quite right. They also have a few bells, for when they play with gags, and a hand signal for physical contact- if they grab onto another’s hand, shoulder, or other body part and squeeze twice, it’s a “please stop” signal. And making eye contact and blinking twice, slowly, is a sign for “all’s good, even if I’m saying something out loud that makes you think it isn’t.”

Signals are an important part of kinky (OR VANILLA TBH) relationships. Satine has A LOT of experience in her local community and she knows this stuff inside and out, to the point where it’s not awkward at all for her. Which is good, because Maul and Obi-wan are a couple of awkward turtles who were never taught the ins and outs of how consent works.

ESPECIALLY Maul. Can you imagine how well “please stop, you’re hurting me” goes over with Darth Sidious? Not well. Not well at all. Maul has a very hard time saying “no” or “stop” especially when it involves his partners, people he respects and doesn’t want to hurt. Using a safeword actually makes this easier, makes it feel like he’s sending them a signal instead of begging or showing weakness.

For weeks before she was willing to do any kind of play with Maul, Satine put a lot of time and energy into practicing safewording out- she would come up and start touching him, and his job was to say “red”, “stop”, or “safeword”, at which point she would reward him with either a kiss or food. It was a very basic, Pavlovian sort of training, but it majorly lessened his fear response when he actually did have a bad reaction mid-activity.

SO the one that play needs to be stopped for the most is Maul- he has too many triggers to count after growing up being tortured into a weapon by a sadist Sith Lord. But a lot of the time it’s not him safewording out. If he goes nonverbal or is obviously uncomfortable, Satine or Obi will drop everything to check on him. Occasionally he (or Obi-wan, the stubborn masochist) will keep insisting that they keep going far past the point where they seem okay, especially during impact play; Satine knows when she needs to stop herself because their limits can get blurred. 

And she does occasionally have to safeword out, too. Dom/mes use safewords too, guys! She can get very distressed if her sadistic impulses run afoul of her pacifist ideology- while she likes hitting masochists who enjoy it, if someone seems upset while she’s striking them (even with happy tears or catharsis) she can feel really, really awful about it if she feels like she’s lost control. Obi-wan and Maul, both switches to varying degrees, are pretty good at taking over and not letting her subject flip out when she needs to recover. And then when the crisis is averted she gets cuddled and kissed and told yes, they wanted this, she did well by them, she took care of them and didn’t break her vows.

HAPPY CUDDLY DEFINITELY-CONSENSUAL BDSM PLAY *~*JAZZ HANDS*~*

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OKAY GET READY A WILD MOBITINE ASK APPEARS: how do Satine, Obi-Wan and Maul act when one of them catches a cold?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

I’M GONNA DO ALL THREE OF THEM BECAUSE. GUESS WHAT. I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS PAIRING.

When Obi-wan gets sick:

He pretty much does that thing he does on the battlefield where he goes “what concussion?? what broken ribs??? i’m fine, I’m always fine, who me??? FINE.” He’ll do his usual routine of staying up for hours reading and researching, steadily ignoring the way his “light sniffles” are becoming “my whole body hurts, my eyes are swimming, and my nose is running like a faucet”. And when someone brings him food, they’ll find a half-awake mess of a former Jedi, blearily staring at a page that he’s read three times and can’t seem to remember. And that’s when they call in Maul to come and grab him. Who will take him by the shoulders- despite the stuffy-nosed protests of “I’b fide i swear just lemme...” and drag his sorry ass upstairs. Possibly bringing one of the books just to shut him up. Obi-wan can’t stop talking on a good day, when he’s sick, drunk, or tired he gets infinitely more talkative. Maul just listens, rubbing his back as they walk, letting him yammer whatever he wants. He asks what the book was about and lets Obi-wan go on about it for the whole walk.

Satine is the type to immediately jump into Caretaker Action, but she’s always fucking busy too. Let’s say she’s back in her apartments for lunch, sitting and reading some bullshit paperwork, when her boys come in and Obi-wan- who looked a little pale and was coughing, the night before, but is now red-faced and dazed and holding his nose shut in disgust at what won’t stop coming out of it. Her immediate response is to put on tea, along with some horrible mixture of “all-natural” ingredients that her late elder brother used to force on her when she was sick. And settle a blanket nest on the couch, so she and Maul can keep an eye on him without hanging out in the bedroom. And popsicles from the freezer, six water bottles, and two boxes of tissues.

When she’s done gathering things, she sits and pets Obi-wan’s hair while he wrinkles his nose at the half-cup of strong-smelling cold remedy she mixed, with tea right next to him to wash it down. She picks something boring to watch that he won’t feel like he’s missed anything if he falls asleep.

And then her lunch break is over, and she has to return to her day job. So she kisses his forehead and instructs Maul to take care of him. Of course, she’ll message them on the text comm every hour. If they need anything they should ring her. Maul nods through all of this worry and bustle and slowly nudges her out the door.

Duty calls.

When Maul gets sick:

See, Maul is very used to being in pain. He’s used to hurting, and, unfortunately, hurting alone. If he gets delirious, he gets tetchy, and he’s not great with touch when he isn’t at 100%.

So he’ll retreat to the place he feels safest. Which is sometimes a little abandoned building in Sundari’s outskirts that he’s laid claim to, with food rations, stashed weaponry, reinforced doors, and blankets and clothes that he stole away specifically because they smell like Obi-wan and Satine, whose scents comfort him even if he can’t bear their actual presence. (This is Mobitine ‘verse’s answer to his Creepy Hate Shrine in Rebels btw) If he ends up here, he leaves them notes and updates by text, telling them that he’s safe, he just can’t deal with people right now.

But other times he holes up in their bedroom, tucked up in a corner of their bed. He’s not theatrical about being sick; in fact he tries to minimize the symptoms as much as possible. (never show weakness, if you show weakness you show the enemy an easy route to your death-) He just curls up with a box of tissues and a water bottle, maybe a book or show if he’s feeling adventurous. Cat curls up with him, usually. She knows when her Big Cat is not well. (have I told you about Cat yet??? I should just write this shit already)

And even when they know he can’t handle extensive physical contact, Satine and Obi-wan try to comfort him. Obi-wan brings books to read aloud to him, sat comfortably on the other side of the bed and reading to the large pile of blankets which presumably has Maul at the bottom. (At least once, when Maul has gotten paranoid, he has left Obi-wan reading to a decoy blanket-pile while he holes up in his safehouse.) Satine leaves him small gifts, food that he likes, extra tissue boxes, drapes more blankets on him when he sleepily wriggles out from under a few. Accepting comfort becomes easier as the days go by.

When Satine gets sick:

See, the thing about Satine Kryze is that she’s about the only person in the Galaxy that can rival Obi-wan Kenobi for being a GIANT WORKAHOLIC. Before her boys came into the picture, she would pretty regularly spend all morning in meetings, all afternoon in committees, have big political dinners, and then stay up horrifically late doing paperwork. She takes so much on her shoulders because she feels like she can’t trust others to do it Right. (author side-eyes Almec super hard) Even with her boys around, she overworks herself- they occasionally have to put their collective feet down and say, no, you don’t get to go to another meeting today, because you’re exhausted. And yet, government work waits for no-one.

She downs a terrific amount of Space Vitamin C, takes that vinegar-cinnamon-and-lemon-juice cold remedy three times a day (this is an actual thing that my stepmom makes me drink, it’s gross but it clears the SHIT out of your sinuses) and she Perseveres. For... probably half a day.

When she starts falling asleep halfway through her afternoon, Maul and Obi-wan are called to collect the Duchess before she makes herself worse. They each take an arm and guide/drag her back to the rooms, getting her into an incredibly hot shower, washing her hair. (Maul makes Obi-wan do that bit. Has he mentioned that hair is weird and gross and he’s glad he doesn’t have any??) And then they set up in a blanket fort, letting her doze across their laps while they watch some old Mando show that was on the networks when she was a child. (It’s hilariously violent, not allowed to be shown anymore because it’s a bad influence on the new generation. Satine’s nostalgia value remains, though.) 

Maul probably makes some kind of Nightbrother recipe that Savage taught him, bone broth with spices, and adds a few vegetables to make it more palatable for his humans. Obi-wan makes So Much tea. It’s a big comfort party.

I love this fucking pairing.

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Hi! I've got a mobitine au question: after Maul leaves the Sith, does Sidious hunt him down like he did in TCW? Also, how does Maul adjust to the relationship with both Obi and Satine (i mean given his Spartan upbringing i can imagines there must have been some issues). Bless you for this AU!

HELLO MOBITINE ANON I LOVE YOU. 

well, the first is the only thing approaching like... an actual PLOT in this story, lmao. Long story short is that Maul faked his death about a half-dozen times, and did everything physically possible to throw Sidious off his tail. and it worked for a few years... but he’s in the public eye now, as the consort of the Duchess. And that means the risk comes back.

Though, Sidious is ALSO aware that they’re in something of a stalemate- Maul is the only person alive with enough information to expose his identity as Palpatine. It’s a silent power struggle. It gives Maul so much anxiety, but he’s as safe as it’s possible to be at the moment; the rest, I won’t give away.

Now, as to how he adjusted to the threesome... It was actually a bit easier than being with Obi-wan alone. Satine is better at Talking About Feelings- Mandos are INTIMATELY familiar with PTSD, as a culture, so their take on trauma therapy is incredibly advanced. And Satine as a person has Seen Some Shit, and knows how to talk about it, how to help. Obi-wan is just emotionally constipated.

The main issue he has from Satine’s end is money, and luxury- he’s immensely unnerved by having dinner delivered, instead of hunting it himself. Having a bed big enough for ten people and sixteen blankets of varying size and fluff, instead of making himself a sketchy lean-to or nestling against the rocks in a cave. He copes by running off into the gutters of Sundari, and even the ruined deserts beyond the city bubble. A day or two of fending for himself in a hostile environment makes him feel less like the floor is going to drop from underneath him at any moment.

Plus, he can hunt things to bring back for his mates. He loves doing that.

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A question: if Maul is protecting Satine from Death Watch in the Mobitine verse, does this mean he only knows Saxon and Kast as enemies?

YOU KNOW WHAT I actually hadn’t thought of that. It’s almost a little sad. In canon, they’re the closest thing to friends he really has- and in this AU, he has so many other people... at the expense of the times he could have had as their commander.

I’d be willing to bet that they think of him as a Worthy Opponent, though- that’s pretty typical of Mandos. He’s running around cutting the heads off of their lackeys and they just think “shit, this guy is good. any way we can get him on our side?”

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How about 14 for the fic kissing prompt, between...

Oh maaaan, how does Qui-Gon feel about his Padawan leaving the Jedi Order to shack up with a Sith? I sense potential drama. :D

This is a long explanation that would probably be better suited to just. actually writing the gd story and publishing it already. but you know what my ridiculous brain won’t let me do??? WRITE THE FUCKING THING AND PUBLISH IT ALREADY. so you get an answer.

SO Basically, at Naboo, Obi-wan- who saw the red-and-black assassin attack his Master and said, instead of “oh shit Sith”, “oh SHIT I’ve been FUCKING A SITH”- snuck into the palace, because the sneaking in was much easier with one guy than with the assault team they used in the climax. And he found Maul, who was having his own “oh shit I’ve been fucking a Jedi” freakout, and they managed to have an honest conversation for once. In which, Obi-wan begged him to just run away, to get away from the Sith Master who had hurt him so badly. 

Maul allowed himself to be convinced, because he couldn’t kill his... well, not that he knows it, but Nightbrothers mate for life; once they have sex at a certain point in their hormonal cycle, they’re emotionally bound to their partner. So Maul can’t kill his mate, because that tendency was bred out of the Nightbrothers thousands of years ago (the whole mating process was made out of Nightsister magic, basically to get hyper-loyal bodyguards who were incapable of turning on them).

SO. Maul leaves Naboo, with one phrase of warning for Obi-wan: he’s in the Senate. Be very careful. Obi-wan is Knighted, for heroic actions at the Battle of Naboo (because the Sith being gone means we don’t let the NINE-YEAR-OLD into the SPACE BATTLE) and he... basically gives Qui-gon the cold shoulder for a full year. You want a new Padawan? You want to drop me like a hot rock? Fine. I’ll cease to exist to you.

This divide slowly mends as Anakin uses his Small Child Con Artist skills to bring his new, tiny family together again. He considers Obi-wan an older brother and Qui-gon a father, and very slowly gets them to talk a minimal amount.

That changes when Obi-wan witnesses their venerable Chancellor with his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. All at once he sees the need for approval in Anakin’s eyes, the mistrust of the Jedi, a “Chosen One” with phenomenal powers, and he’s in the Senate, be very careful, and the Force screams a warning that he’d been deaf to for years as he grabs Anakin, makes a thin excuse, and runs off with him.

It’s in the ensuing “what the hell do you think you’re doing” confrontation with Qui-gon that Obi-wan admits to everything- that he had been so lonely and frustrated after Mandalore that he’d gone out seeking certain encounters... And that his secret dalliance of three years had hit him in the gut when he recognized the Sith Assassin on Tatooine to be his... Friend? Lover? He doesn’t even know anymore. But he knows that he cared. That he still cares.

Therefore, by this point- when Obi-wan and Maul reunite- Qui-gon knows what went down between them. So, while he has a certain compassion for his former Padawan’s escapades, he’s determined to remain skeptical. It’s very Dad-With-Shotgun-Meets-Boyfriend. It’s fun.