#mobitine

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Satine Kryze & Darth Maul, Satine Kryze/Obi-Wan Kenobi

This gets my vote for most creative Maul fic of the year. 

A brief nod to @sunsetofdoom and their mobitine-verse.

I will be doing more, but this is a nice little blurb. 

One thing I became aware of is how STUPID star wars names are. Like if I was writing this myself and said I had an OC names “Satine” the eyerolling would be violent.

Satine decided that if she was going to die, it wouldn’t be crouching behind this bulkhead, cowering like an animal. Pacifism be damned. She drew her blaster and took a deep breath.

I am a Duchess of Mandalore, Prime Minister of the greatest warrior culture the galaxy has ever seen. I am not going to die on my knees!

Oh hello, prompt that I haven’t touched in nearly a year. With COD finished I finally have time to come back to Mobitine goodness.

@the-son-of-dathomir @smarsupial @panthermouth @kinky-space-nerd I know all you dorks want this sweet, sweet Mobitine content. I missed my spiky kinky babies.

Domme drop goodness inside- discussions of kink stuff, but nothing on the metaphorical screen.

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Maul sat the glass of water down next to the dingy couch in the quiet room, folding himself gracefully to the floor. He would be at Satine’s feet, if she didn’t have them tucked up beneath her.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice steady.

Mired in her own misery, Satine eyed him. He was calm in the way that meant he was not calm at all, holding himself tightly against his own fear. Her brave boy.

I tried my best- this is some Obimaul (with Obitine hints) tattoo parlor AU! I hope you enjoy it dearest @panthermouth  (also @sunsetofdoom bc well.. mobitine ahaha)

“You seeing this?” Maul gestured casually out the shop’s front window. He disguised the movement as a stretch, getting up from his desk and and moving to top off his mug of caf at the small bar.

Savage glanced over his shoulder discretely, setting down the gun he was cleaning.

“Jumpy guy on the corner?” He asked and then added, “get me one.”

Maul grunted, pulling a new mug off the shelf above the caf bar.

“He’s been hovering there for an hour,” Maul went on, fixing the second drink, “D’you think he’s ever gonna work up the nerve?”

Savage shrugged, returning to his equipment.

“He probably saw you glaring at him and got spooked. You’re not exactly easy on the eyes.”

Maul barked a laugh, sharp teeth splitting a grin on his severe tattooed face.

“Not exactly easy on the skin either. I hope he’s not expecting pain suppressants.”

Maul walked back across the shop and put the new drink down the on table where Savage workered, ink stained towels littered along the surface while he cleaned.

Savage glanced up, then over Maul’s shoulder and out the front window.

“Don’t look now, but I think he’s finally coming in.”

Maul rolled his eyes and said, “about time.”

He turned when the front door chimed.

Standing in their shop was a man not much older than the two zabrak brothers. Cropped red hair, neat and professional, wearing some kind of uniform Maul couldn’t place. Maybe a school or political office- it was bland and official whatever it was.

“Hello,” he started quickly, voice clipped and heavily accented. A Coruscant native then, and upper level by the sound of it. “I don’t have an appointment…”

Maul leaned over the front counter.

“Do we look busy?”

The man glanced about the empty shop.

“Um, no- I just”

Maul smiled and waved his hand to forestall any more small talk.

“Just messing with you- what are you looking to get?”

The young man fumbled through his pockets for a moment, until he pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. He walk up to the desk and handed it to Maul.

Maul took a brief glance at the simple jagged shapes.

“Mando’a? Don’t see that very often…” he squinted at the sheet, “I don’t recognize this- Savage?” Maul held the paper up for his brother to see.

“No idea,” Savage answered, hardly looking up.

“You get this from a reliable source? I’d hate to see you the butt of joke…”

The man shook his head seriously.

“A very reliable source. She wrote that herself.” He gestured to the paper Maul held.

Maul raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not her name is it? We don’t do that-”

“No, no,” the man cut in, blushing a little, “nothing that… obvious.”

Maul wasn’t entirely convinced, but shrugged.

“It’s your skin. Got ID?”

The man seemed to hesitate again. But finally reached into a pocket and pulled out a small card.

Maul took it and had to hide his surprise.

It was a pilot’s license- but not for mere civilian crafts. This was a military issue permit… but other than telling Maul that the Man’s name was Obi-Wan Kenobi, 25 standard years old and certified to fly a ship that could raze the surface of Coruscant itself, he could glean no other information.

“Normally we like to see birth certificates…” Maul said skeptically. The man fidgeted.

“I- don’t have access to that…”

Maul called Savage over with a wave, still studying the card like it might be a fake. He was sure it wasn’t, government permits were nearly impossible to forge.

Savage wandered over and glanced around his shoulder. He stiffened almost imperceptibly when he read the card.

“Looks legit,” was all he said out loud. But a quick shared glance and Maul knew his brother was just as curious.

“Alright,” Maul finally handed the card back. The man seemed relieved. “ Step into my office, Obi-Wan.”

Maul ushered their new client around the front desk and into the back where a few privacy curtains hung between the tattoo chairs.

“I didn’t catch your name?” Obi-Wan said as he scooted on to the raised chair.

“Maul,” he gestured over his shoulder “my brother, Savage.”

“You own this shop?” Obi-Wan said curiously, making conversation to distract from his nerves.

“Five years now, ever since we got off Dathomir.” Maul distracted himself fishing gloves from the nearby drawer. He didn’t like small talk- but it was the rare client who just sat down and shut up. “Tattooing is a bit of a Dathomirian tradition. The only skill we really had- well… only legal skill.”

Normally that line got a rise out of clients, Obi-Wan only smiled thinly.

Maul had hoped revealing some of his story might have opened the other up a bit. But Obi-Wan had gone quiet.

Maul worked quickly to make the stencil and then returned to the chair where Obi-Wan sat.

“So where’s this going?” Maul asked.

“I want it discrete so-” Obi-Wan made a gesture towards his ribs.

Maul cocked his head.

“You ever had a tattoo before?”

Obi-Wan shook his head and started to say, “if it’s about the pain I assure you-”

But Maul spoke over him.

“You’ll pass out,” he said flatly. “You will cry and pass out. No. Pick another spot.”

For the first time, Obi-Wan didn’t seem hesitant.

“It’s important to me that it’s there. I can take the pain.”

Maul caught Savage’s incredulous look as his brother walked by. Obi-Wan wasn’t the first client to come in insisting on a placement they couldn’t handle.

But something in the man’s words rang true to Maul.

Even though Maul had not yet agreed, Obi-Wan pulled off his tunic.

And though Maul’s expression did not change, he was surprised to see the fine spider webs of scarring on the other’s chest. Faint and light from bacta, but there nonetheless. Maul looked at the marks for a moment longer.

“Alright,” he finally said, “but if you start feeling cold or sick you tell me. I don’t want you passing out in my chair.”

“Understood.”

———–

With the stencil placed, Maul didn’t waste time starting.

The Mando’a script with thick and dark, so while the design wasn’t terribly complicated, it was going to take several passes with the needles to get the pure smooth black the brothers specialized in.

Under his hands, Maul could feel the other man’s slow and steady breathing- and a remarkably even heartbeat.

Even as the needles passed over the thin flesh above raised ribs, Obi-Wan hardly flinched.

Maul couldn’t help but feel his curiosity pique.

“So what’s it say?” Maul asked once the delicate outlines were done and he paused to change the size of his needle.

He could sense Obi-Wan was reluctant to answer.

“It doesn’t translate well to basic,” he evaded.

“Try me.” Maul lined up the new needle against his skin.

“Well… literally you could read it as ‘valuable thing’ but… I suppose it’s a bit more like ‘treasured’”

“Hhmm,” was all Maul said, his focus returned to his work, then added on impulse “First marks are always special- she has quite the honor of claiming you.”

Obi-Wan’s flush was hard to hide shirtless and Maul so close.

“You use that chat up line on all your first time clients?”

Maul laughed and dabbed away the excess blood and ink.

“No, but Mando and Dathomirian culture has some overlap. I’m surprised she didn’t carve this into you herself.”

“Trust me- she tried.”

Maul worked in silence for a while more, occasionally Savage peered over his shoulder and offered a soft grunt of approval.

Despite Obi-Wan’s initial fortitude, as the time went on the skin grew raw and he began to make small pained noises when Maul would wipe across the tattoo. The sting of the cleaner and cloth lighting up the abused flesh.

Maul gave him a toothy grin.

“I’m starting to see the appeal.”

“Sorry?” Obi-Wan ask, a little breathless.

Maul only laughed.

“Nothing. She has good taste- that’s all.”

A few more minutes of swift work, and Maul had finished. And just in time, the man in his chair looked- well looked like a bit of a wreck. It was a good look on him, spent and breathing hard against the leather chair back. Ink stains and blood still smeared across his ribs.  

Savage elbowed him as he moved to help tape up the new tattoo.

“Focus, brother.”

Maul huffed, only pretending to be offended.

In a few moments the new tattoo was cleaned, taped and Obi-Wan had put his shirt back on. Maul waited at the front desk to cash him out.

Obi-Wan fumbled giving him the credits, his new tattoo obviously paining him.  

Maul tossed a couple to Savage who caught them. Obi-Wan watched the exchange bemused.

“I bet him ten credits you would cry.” Maul shrugged. “Next time maybe?”

Obi-Wan laughed and Maul couldn’t help returning a small grin.

Dear lord am I late answering this or what.

Without further ado, here was my stab at these three finally arriving at the brilliant idea of having a threesome. Enjoy!

Satine made an impatient noise through her nose.

“Obi-Wan, dearest-” she unsuccessfully attempted to suppress her irritation, “I can feel that the back plate isn’t secured properly- if you don’t know what you’re doing you should just-”

“I almost have it!” Obi-Wan said, the sound of another armor plate clanging to the ground somewhat undermining his statement.  

This had been going on near an hour at least. Satine had intended to travel with some anonymity to a highly politicised peace conference- new security alerts were coming in almost hourly and extra precaution was necessary. She’d be journeying in unmarked Mandalorian armor with a civilian shuttle, to those unfamiliar with Mandalorian culture she would be near invisible

However, putting on the armor was proving more difficult than anticipated. It had not been custom made, and was instead a generic fit with many adjustable straps. The fitting of the armor required at least one extra pair of hands to hold and position the plates while tightening the straps. Any of her guards could have had her fitted in no time- but Obi-Wan’s offer to help intrigued her. At the time it sounded intimate, and she was leaving for the week. She could let her lover do this for her.

But that was an hour ago, before Satine discovered the entirety of Obi-Wan’s experience with armor was the occasional leather bracer or pauldron. Jedi had the Force to protect them, often going into battle completely unprotected. So, while Obi-Wan had been more than helpful on the occasions her dress robes needed specific ties and folds- letting him help with the armor was… a mistake. 

At a nearby table in her room, Maul sat studiously disassembling and cleaning the components to the blasters she would be carrying- to complete the disguise of course. She had no intention of using these blasters…

The weapons had come straight from the royal arsenal and were kept in pristine condition- which did nothing to dissuade Maul from his own thorough examination of every chamber and barrel.      

His occasional grunts told Satine that he was not impressed with the official maintenance standards.

His dedication was heartwarming, and the only real indication that Maul was starting to grow fond of her. He was not nearly as outwardly affectionate as Obi-Wan, and while Maul didn’t buck her gentle advances- he was slow to reciprocate them. Not for the first time, Satine worried that their triad would never reach equilibrium…

Another loud clang brought Satine back into the moment.

“It just won’t stay on!” Obi-Wan said in defense, the only thing holding the armor to Satine being his own hands.      

Satine began a biting comment, her patience finally at its end, but she stopped when Maul spoke.

“You’re not going to be able to get those vambraces on until the rerebrace is secured properly.” Maul barely looked up when he spoke, his attention still on the blaster sights he was realigning.  

“Well if you know so much- why don’t you try,” Obi-Wan said stepping away eager to remove himself from Satine’s death glare. “Clearly this is beyond me.”

Maul gave Satine a quick glance, and she nodded.

“Did you used to wear armor?” Satine asked, her interest piqued by his knowledge.

“No- I…” Maul hesitated as he moved near her. Instead of finishing his sentence, he reached out and ran a hand by her elbow- “Here,” he said then moved his hand to her lower side, “here,” finally he crouched down to place a hand around the backside of her knee, “and here. The weakest points on any Mandalorian armor- a well timed strike to any one of these areas would be a maining blow. And once you are down… it becomes easier to aim a blow at the unprotected underside of the head where the helmet doesn’t cover.”

“Maul…” Obi-Wan mumbled a gentle warning from nearby. But Satine held up a hands to stop him.

“And what would you suggest to address these weak points?” She looked down at Maul who was still crouched near her feet, already working to attach her first greave.

“Reinforced armorweave in those areas would protect against blasters- and might give you a fighting chance against a lightsaber.” Maul said after considering it a moment, his hands working the straps around her lower legs quickly and with precision.

“I’ll be sure to mention it to the royal armourer- I’ll see what he can do.” Satine smiled, catching Obi-Wan’s eye. He still hovered nearby, watching Maul do his work. There was a particular way Obi-Wan looked at Maul, and it warmed Satine’s heart.

Gently, Satine rested her hand on the top of Maul’s head. She could feel the slight shiver that ran through him at her touch, but he made no move to rebuff her.

“A little tighter on that second strap, love.” She let her fingers move small circles between his horns.

“Yes, your Grace.”

It wasn’t an unfamiliar thing to hear Maul say, but in this moment Satine could just convince herself that she heard a new edge to his words. Something playful- something more. When Satine looked to Obi-wan, his face was all the confirmation she needed. She reached out a hand and Obi-Wan brought himself back into her circle to grasp it with his own.

Once with her, Obi-Wan brought his face close to whisper something.

“We haven’t discussed- well all three of us- but I wouldn’t be opposed to it…”

Satine chuckled slightly before giving him a quick kiss on his forehead and then butting him gently away.

“If I hadn’t just got all this armor on- I would be inclined to agree with you.”     

Below her, Maul had risen higher on his knees to reach her waist and begin securing her blaster holsters. No doubt aware of their whispering, but intent to ignore it.

“Go,” Satine pushed Obi-Wan away from them, “There is a polishing cloth on the table- you should at least be able to figure out how that works.”

“Yes- of course your Grace,” Obi-Wan jokingly dramaticized as he retreated to find the cloth.

Once he was a few feet out of earshot, Satine returned her attention back to Maul. Her hand still running small patterns along the tattoos on his head. 

“Are you still alright,” she said casually, having quickly learned that Maul responded best to unemotional questions.

“Yes,” Maul paused as he attached the last belt clip, finally looking back up to find her eyes. They stayed still like that for a moment until Maul found his words again. “I would… like to stay like this.”

“Well,” Satine smiled warmly, “I can certainly make arrangements for that.”

Satine sat bolt upright in her bed. The sudden unexpected burst of Force energy in her mind still buzzing. With a searching hand she felt for Obi-Wan still asleep at her side. He was not the one who had woken her… she looked around the dimly lit room. She wasn’t very in tune with the Force, but she thought she could feel Maul’s signature. Why he had chosen to wake her like this, she wasn’t sure. But her skin prickled with tension, alert for some intruder or assassin.

She shifted slowly to the end of the bed, still scanning the room with her eyes. Finally she picked out Maul in the shadow of her doorway, his form small and tight, like he was crouching or kneeling.

“Maul,” she whispered, voice hoarse from sleep, “Love, what is it? Is something wrong?” Some of Satine’s panic had eased, if they were under attack Maul would be at her side, blade in hand. Whatever was wrong, it wasn’t something that a weapon could fix.

She peered into the darkness, her eyes adjusting slowly to the gloom. Maul was kneeling on the threshold, his hands balled tightly on his knees, his head down, and something she couldn’t make out hanging from his mouth.

How long had he been there?

Maul had been with her and Obi-Wan the previous evening. Though both her and Obi-Wan were tired from a long day of diplomatic talks at the Embassy. There had been kissing and cuddling, but Obi-Wan had drifted off and Satine was soon to follow. It wasn’t wholly unusual for Maul to slip away after the intimacy had ended. He was nocturnal by nature and paranoid by habit. From what Satine could gather, he often exhausted himself by patrolling the perimeter until early morning, only coming back to bed for the last few hours of darkness.

But he rarely woke her, and never like this.      

“Maul,” she said again, “Come here, please.” But even her gentlest words made him flinch. A new sort of panic started to raise in Satine’s chest- he wouldn’t even look at her. By now she had pulled herself all the way to the edge of the bed, sitting up and allowing her legs hanging off the side. She wanted to go to him, but worried even that advance would be seen as too aggressive. He had to come to her, had to trust her enough to come.   

“Dear one,” she kept her voice low and soft. She was no Jedi, but she willed all their fondest memories into her voice. “Would you like to show me what’s in your mouth?”

For the first time Maul glanced up to her, barely meeting her eyes before he looked away. But his head was up now, more alert than before.

Satine held out her hand, beckoning Maul to show her what ever it was he had brought.

They stayed like that for several long moments. Satine sitting as still as she could, keeping her demeanor as relaxed as possible, despite the fear that was welling inside her stomach. She even considered trying to wake Obi-Wan, but one more person involved in this very fragile dance might only make things worse. Besides, Maul had come to her- she wouldn’t betray that trust.

Finally, Maul crept forwards. Crouched like he was hunting, using his hands and his elbows to move as much as his feet. He closed the distance and collapsed back down to his knees at her feet.

Satine wasn’t surprised to see that the object in his mouth was the decorative collar she had gifted him. It sparkled even in her room’s dim lighting, the golden metal so soft and fine it may as well have been made of silk.     

In her open palm, Maul deposited the leash and collar, still avoiding her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, forcing casualness into her voice. “Do you want me help you put this on?”

An almost imperceptible nod.

Satine relaxed a little. At least this she understood about Maul. That the comfort the collar brought him was what a wedding ring or insignia badge might do for another being. A sense of connection, of belonging- a bond made manifest. And in a very literal sense, a way for Maul to hand the reigns to her. To give up control and simply trust that she would guide him. A tactile reminder that she could be his harbour in the storm- the rock that he could always swim to.

“Can you look at me?” Satine undid the clasp on the collar, unwinding it and preparing to place it on Maul. She was rewarded when Maul did look up, bearing his neck to give her easy access while she worked.

Satine moved slowly, conscious of how she moved and where her hands went. On a good day, Maul might flinch if she so much as raised her hand too high. And right now… she had to be very careful.

“Alright love…” she mumbled, hoping her words would ease the tension as she leaned in closer to him to attach the collar. She felt him moving under her fingers as she adjusted the links and finish the clasp. Suddenly, she was aware of Maul pulling against the new restraint, trying to force the collar tighter around his neck as she closed it. But Satine was quicker, slipping four fingers under the collar before it could tighten all the way.

Absolutely not, she thought to herself. Nothing sent Maul into a panic quicker than a collar that was too tight, and she would not allow Maul to drive himself deeper into whatever episode he was already experiencing.      

A few more adjustments and Satine was satisfied that the collar was secure and at the appropriate tension. She clipped the leash to its hook at the front and sat back, letting the golden cord hand loose between them.

“Better?” Satine asked, though she hardly had to. She could see Maul taking deep shuddering breaths- as though he hadn’t been able to breath properly in hours.  His whole body relaxing, still on edge, but not the fear frozen state he had come to her in. Finally, he was able to look up at her.          

“Thank you…” His voice was shaky, but relieved.

But Satine simply hushed him.

“Come to bed,” Satine brushed the spot next to her, but followed Maul’s gaze to where Obi-Wan was currently taking up most of the bed, some how every sheet and comforter wrapped around his various splayed limbs.

Satine pushed his nearest leg out of the way, and then started to try to roll the rest of his body off to the side. She was struck by how heavy Obi-Wan was- how much he must be playing along when she would push him around. Not that she couldn’t move him of course, she was as trained a warrior as any of them. But the ease with which she could subdue her bedmate now seem suspicious in comparison to merely attempting to move his sleeping body.

“Please…” Maul said hoarsely, “don’t wake him- I’m fine…”

Satine sighed dramatically.

“I don’t think I could wake him if I tried.” She hoped the humour might lighten the mood, but Maul didn’t respond to the jest. He seemed set to spend the rest of the night kneeling at the foot of her bed.

Which Satine would not have.

Satine slipped down from the edge of her bed, reaching out a gentle hand to caress Maul’s head. He responded positively, nuzzling into her palm and brushing his body against her leg. For the first time since he had woken her, Satine felt relief.

She stooped to kiss him, allowing the connection to linger. Pulling him closer to the bed with every kiss. It took awhile, but eventually Satine had coaxed him as far as the footboard. She returned to sitting on the edge and Maul was now half pulled into the bed still following where her kisses lead.            

Finally she retreated, taking her loving touches and gentles kisses with her. Leaving Maul still just barely perched at the edge of the mattress.

“Come on,” Satine smiled, once again patting the open space on the bed near her and, with the gentlest tug, pulled on his leash.

And with that, Maul succumbed.

Satine watched him hesitate once he found his way onto the mattress, the confused look in his eyes as he examined the space he knew perfectly well. But somehow the landscape was different now, Maul unsure of his place.

Satine thought he might retreat to Obi-Wan’s side. Even in his sleep, Obi-Wan radiated warm welcoming energies, which Satine herself wanted to collapse back into. But she was surprised to see that Maul remained near her, his chosen place curled at her feet by the end of the bed.

“Are you sure?” she whispered, not wanting to disturb his already settling form.

The pur was small, and almost strangled, but it reassured Satine. Maul wouldn’t make any such noise if he wasn’t truly content.   

Sighing, Satine wrestled a blanket out of Obi-Wan’s sleeping grasp. Pulling the cover up and over herself, and making sure that at least a corner found its way over Maul’s bare shoulders.

“Goodnight, dear one.” Satine felt Maul’s body shift around her legs and feet.

__________

Obi-Wan stretched and yawned, the natural sunlight waking him. Next to him, Satine was already awake and sitting up, Maul still curled up below her. She gently stroked his horns, her touch too light and steady to wake him.

It only took one glance for Obi-Wan to fill in the pieces of what had happened.

“I’m surprised he came to you.”

Satine shot him a hard glance, but quickly Obi-Wan held his hands up in mock surrender.

“I only mean, I’m surprised he came at all. When it was just us… I couldn’t even find him sometimes. You are very special to him, Satine, he can’t always express it… but I see how much he loves you.”   

Satine smiled sadly, the words a welcome sentiment… but her thoughts were still worried.

“Has he… told you everything?” Her fingertips traced a visible scar across Maul’s temple, her meaning implicit.    

“Most of it,” Obi-Wan admited, “But not everything. There are memories he keeps hidden even from me.”

Satine nods, reassured by that knowledge.    

“Well,” Obi-Wan says, his tone lighter. “Looks like you’re going to be late to the office.” He laughs and glances to where Maul is still fast asleep across her legs.

Satine laughs as well, some of the weight she had felt lifting.

“And in that case,” Obi-Wan slides over to collapse onto Satine as well.

Not in the way that counts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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.