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kryzobi-wan · 9 months

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The Sound of Mandalore

Chapter 1/20: "How do you solve a problem like Kenobi?"

Summary: Uncertain what to do with a Jedi Master who is overly attached to his former Padawan, the Jedi Council decides to send Obi-Wan Kenobi to tutor Force-sensitive Mandalorian foundlings on Mandalore in the early days of the Clone Wars.

(Essentially, I threw Obi-Wan Kenobi and friends into a blender with the entire plot of The Sound of Music, and this was the result. Quite possibly my magnum opus.)

This has been a long time coming. It has been ages since I started working on it, but I'm close to being done and ready to start posting, with Obitine Week coming up next month. To everyone who sent me a "Where's the fic, OP?" This one's for you.

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Behind closed eyes, he saw it. A rolling hillside. Soft green blades of grass bowing to the wind. Wildflowers and lilies dotting the landscape, and there on the horizon, a distant storm cloud he knew would soon bring rain to feed the life here in this paradise. For thousands and thousands of generations, from the blue sky to the babbling brook, within every rock and leaf and drop of water, it was there. The Force.

It sang a song as ancient as life itself. And inside Obi-Wan Kenobi, that same song.

Sitting inside the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, a planet whose surface was one large cityscape, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi could not be further from the verdant grasslands that he envisioned in meditation. Inside the Room of a Thousand Fountains, however, waterfalls and various imported flora recreated the majesty of nature as well as could be expected, creating a sort of greenhouse retreat for the meditative benefit of Jedi Masters and Padawans alike. Certainly, it was a large room, and no expense had been spared in its creation. It had been tended carefully for a thousand generations, allowed to grow and flourish until it was hardly distinguishable from the outdoors, serving the temple’s inhabitants well.

Here, Obi-Wan found solace, if only for a moment. With the onset of a massive galactic war several months ago, nothing had been as peaceful as it should have been. He was finding it harder and harder to meditate within his own chambers, even though he no longer had to worry about his Padawan barging in with some ridiculous request at any given moment. Anakin had grown beyond the need for a Master. With the sudden demand for more Jedi Knights out on the battlefront, he had been knighted just a few months back, to Obi-Wan’s great pride (and anxiety). He had done it, had fulfilled Qui-Gon Jinn’s dying request and trained the boy he had believed in so wholeheartedly. Along the way, he had gained a brother, filling a gap in his life he hadn’t realized was there.

The life of a Jedi could be a very lonely one. It often still was, even surrounded by hundreds of Jedi in the temple on a daily basis. Anakin frequently disappeared off to who-knows-where in the rare moments when they were planetside, leaving his old Master to his business with the Council. When that loneliness began to seep into his heart once again, when he struggled to keep it at bay, Obi-Wan came here, to this serene mindscape of his own imagination, and allowed the twittering birds and rustling bushes to keep him company.

Breathing in one last deep breath, Obi-Wan pulled himself out of meditation, floating back up to the surface level of the Force where the Jedi spent most of their time. As he brought himself to his feet, he realized he didn’t know just how long he had been sitting there, on this rock beside a small waterfall. His joints protested only for a moment before loosening up. Obi-Wan was certainly older than he had been, but the war kept him active and fit, and he was as capable as ever in battle. The Jedi Master unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and thumbed the switch, twirling the bright blue blade a couple times before settling into a training stance.

With the peace brought by the muted sound of thousands of rushing waterfalls, Obi-Wan practiced his katas, moving from one form to the next with ease. With the Force, it was as easy as breathing, his movements coordinated to perfection so that his senses could be in tune with everything around him even as his focus was on the blade in his hands. As he often did, he imagined Anakin there with him, his forms representing the opposite, the counter to those that Obi-Wan displayed. So many hours had been spent training the boy in lightsaber combat, instilling the defensive movements in his very bones, that his Padawan often knew his next move before he did. And on the battlefield? It was as if they were two parts to the same soldier, a lethal force against any enemy that dared to cross the path of Skywalker and Kenobi.

Like all Masters and Padawans, they had a training bond, a connection between their minds that helped them communicate and sense the other’s thoughts. Such a bond was immensely helpful in battle, and it had saved one or both of their necks more than once.

And that bond persisted.

No longer was Anakin Skywalker Obi-Wan’s Padawan, but a bond as deep as theirs was hard to let go of. Even now, when Obi-Wan’s mind should have been empty, enveloped by the Force, his thoughts drifted to his old Padawan and the brotherhood they shared.

The Force hummed with the rightness of it all. Though the Jedi Council warned of such persistent attachments as theirs, the Force seemed to relish in it, and it puzzled Obi-Wan endlessly. So, he shook his head and—like always—elected to ignore this strand of thoughts and refocus himself on the task at hand.

That was, until said Padawan came rushing in, always a great big ball of energy that seemed intent on shattering whatever semblance of peace Obi-Wan was able to construct.

Obi-Wan sighed and clipped his saber back onto his belt, turning to look at his friend (now his equal). “What is it, Anakin?” he spoke in the usual tired monotone he adopted whenever Anakin was up to something. He may try to hide it, but the young man greatly amused him. Even when he drove him crazy, Obi-Wan had to fight to restrain the smirk that constantly pulled at his cheeks.

Leaning against his knees to catch his breath, Anakin huffed out, “I need—your help.”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.

“My lightsaber—in the archives—restricted section—forgot it.”

Now the Master Jedi rolled his eyes. Such eloquent language from the boy he raised. Good to see that his careful training in the art of diplomacy and negotiation hadn’t gone to waste.

“You were in the restricted section of the archives and left your lightsaber, is that it?” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head at Anakin’s constant proclivity for trouble unlike anything he had ever seen. His old Padawan nodded. “And what would you like me to do about it?”

“Help me get it back?” Anakin said hopefully.

Obi-Wan sighed. “You know perfectly well that I have been temporarily banned from the restricted section because of the last time I let you in there, Anakin.”

The younger Jedi had the presence of mind to look sheepish. “Could we find another way in?”

“Oh, Anakin…” Obi-Wan considered the boy—the man—some more. “Fine, but we’d better make it quick. I’m supposed to be at the Council meeting in 15 minutes. How did you get in in the first place?”

With that, the two set off, leaving the serenity of the Room of a Thousand Fountains for the hustle and bustle of the largest Jedi temple in the galaxy.

-.-.-

“Master Yoda, I simply cannot find him!” Shaak Ti called as she ran inside the Jedi Council chamber. The red Togruta Master looked distinctly put out, looking to Yoda for guidance.

“Obi-Wan?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Off with young Skywalker, he probably is.”

Mace Windu scoffed. “That’s a safe bet.”

“Have you tried the Room of a Thousand Fountains?” Master Plo Koon suggested, “You know how he loves to meditate there.”

“He was seen there earlier, Master Koon, but left with Skywalker about 30 minutes ago.”

Mace Windu and the Grand Master shared a knowing look.

Shaak Ti spoke up again. “We’ve checked all the usual places, even Skywalker’s quarters, but he’s simply not there.”

“Considering that Skywalker and Kenobi it is, suggest you look in the unusual places I do,” the small green Jedi said with a level of amusement that irked some of the other Masters.

Mace Windu was one of those Masters. “I hate to say it, Master Yoda, but I’m just not sure that Obi-Wan is suited for a seat on this Council.” His statement was met with stares of varied intensity.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had been temporarily placed on the Jedi High Council as part of a trial period, a rotation of potential candidates to fill a vacant seat until the Force indicated who it should be. Although he had plenty of valuable insight to offer, too often there were moments like this where they had to be painfully reminded of just how young Obi-Wan still was.

And how attached he remained to his old Padawan, despite the boy’s elevation to the rank of Jedi Knight.

Yoda’s wise voice answered once more. “Qui-Gon’s padawan, he was. Surprised by his antics, we should not be.” A few other Masters nodded.

Adi Gallia also chimed in. “Besides, Kenobi is one of the greatest assets to the Order, even if he is easily distracted by Skywalker.”

“Those distractions could very well be a liability,” the Cerean Master Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke firmly. “You said it yourself, Master Yoda, he was trained by Qui-Gon Jinn, who’s thoughts many of you will remember did not exactly align with our ranks. And now Skywalker? It seems with each generation of learners they are straying further from the Code.”

“I find their hijinks quite amusing,” Master Luminara Unduli said. In Obi-Wan’s defense, it was very easy to get caught up in the charismatic force of nature that was Anakin Skywalker. Just being near him in the heat of battle left one out of focus and questioning every planned battle strategy that had ever been contrived, so easy it seemed for Skywalker to improvise his actions.

Master Yoda tapped his gimer stick on the ground. “Enough. What to do about Obi-Wan, we must decide. Too attached, he is, to his former Padawan. Perhaps split up, they should be.”

At that, a chorus of murmurs echoed through the chamber.

“With all due respect, Master, keeping Skywalker away from Kenobi and vice versa is like trying to keep a wave on the sand,” Master Windu said wearily.

“Like trying to grasp onto a moonbeam!” Depa Billaba analogized.

Master Oppo Rancicis called out above the clamor, “How do you propose we go about this?”

Just then, with only a creak and a thump as warning, two figures came crashing through the ceiling from the vent overhead, landing with a thud in the center of the Council chamber. The eyes of every Jedi Master on the Council blinked down at the two on the floor, Skywalker and Kenobi.

Laughing nervously and shaking the dust from the ceiling from his shaggy hair, Anakin broke the awkward silence. “Oops. This isn’t the archives…”

As if he hadn’t just come tumbling into one of the most high-security rooms in the Temple, Anakin stood and waltzed out of the chamber, not even bothering to acknowledge the Masters who regarded him with a range of reactions.

Obi-Wan, for his part, stood and looked around at his fellow Masters, cringing with embarrassment that painted his cheeks pink. With an apologetic bow, he followed Anakin quickly from the chamber, knowing nothing could be done to save face at the moment. His best hope was to distance himself until the incident could be forgotten. Or at least, he hoped it would be forgotten.

While still within earshot of the Council, Obi-Wan smacked Anakin in the upper arm, saying, “How did you get us that turned around up there?”

“I thought you knew where you were going,” Anakin responded accusingly.

In the uncomfortable silence left behind by the dynamic Skywalker and Kenobi duo, the Masters all shared a look, then sat down to discuss the issue further.

-.-.-

The door to the Jedi Council chamber opened abruptly, halting Obi-Wan’s pacing back and forth in the hallway. “You may go in now, Obi-Wan,” Master Billaba spoke gently, standing aside to allow the younger Jedi entrance. Obi-Wan’s stomach flipped nervously, and suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow with how dry his mouth had become. Taking a shaky breath, Obi-Wan steadied himself in the Force and stepped inside, as ready as he ever would be to face whatever punishment Yoda saw fit for his stupid mistakes earlier that day.

He stood awkwardly in the center of the chamber for what felt like hours. Yoda simply looked at him with an unreadable expression and said nothing. Unable to stand the silence any longer, Obi-Wan decided a formal apology might be what the small green Grand Master was waiting for. “I’m terribly sorry I missed the meeting, Master, it won’t happen again.”

Yoda’s eyebrows—if he had them—raised, but otherwise no indication was given that he had heard him.

“And about the—the vents… Anakin—he said he needed… well, and since I couldn’t get access to the… uh… It was a stupid idea in the first place, and I shouldn’t have gone along with it…”

Yoda chuckled softly at Obi-Wan’s stammering. For a man known across the galaxy for his silver tongue, he sure did fall apart under any scrutiny from the Jedi Council. At least, when he knew he was in the wrong.

Obi-Wan’s heart was pounding, and he couldn’t believe Yoda was just laughing at him. For all he knew, he was about to be thrown out of the Jedi Order. Surely they wouldn’t do that. But he certainly wasn’t laughing.

“Attached you are to your former Padawan,” Master Yoda stated, staring intently at Obi-Wan, the ghost of a smile still on his face.

A heavy feeling sunk to the pit of Obi-Wan’s stomach. “I—no, Master. I just—”

Yoda stopped him by holding up his three-fingered hand.

“A question, it was not.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth closed tight and he bowed his head. He had to have known that this was coming sooner or later. If he had to guess, a similar scolding was in store for Anakin in the not-too-distant future.

“Difficult it is for some to transition from Master and Padawan to equals,” Yoda spoke.

Obi-Wan jumped in to explain himself, hoping Yoda’s faith in him was not lost. “His knighthood was just so sudden, Master, I am trying—”

“I know, young Kenobi.”

“I meditate daily, I focus on letting go of emotion, just as you and Master Qui-Gon taught me. I—I have nothing but respect for the Code, I do my best to remain steadfast in it…”

Even so, Yoda seemed to see beyond Obi-Wan’s explanations, to see something else entirely. Attachment had long been a struggle of Obi-Wan’s. It left him unbalanced in the Force, and Yoda—as one of the most powerful Force-users in the galaxy—could easily sense it.

But something was different about Obi-Wan’s unbalance. For most who struggled with attachment, the simple release of such connections into the Force would solve the issue, centering the Jedi as they should be to properly serve the Order. When exploring that potential solution through Kenobi’s Force signature, however, the air around him seemed to vibrate uneasily, as if there were something else he was supposed to do. Yoda couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he knew enough about the Force to know to listen when it tried to tell him something.

“Tell me, what lesson have you learned here, Obi-Wan, that most important you consider?”

The question caused the young Master to pause. What did Master Yoda want him to say? Was this some sort of test? If he answered wrong, would he be in more trouble than he already was? Fumbling for a response, he answered, “To find out what is the will of the Force and to do it steadfastly.” This, he knew, was the base teaching of the Jedi, one that was supposed to guide every part of their lives and help them to use their gifts for good.

Yoda seemed pleased, and Kenobi allowed himself to breathe for a moment.

“Obi-Wan,” the Grand Master said carefully, “The will of the Force, it seems to be, that you leave us.”

And now Obi-Wan’s breath left him once again. “What?” It felt like his whole world was crashing down around him. “Leave?! I—I know I missed the meeting today, but I didn’t think I would be expelled from the Order entirely for it!”

Yoda closed his eyes against the onslaught of Obi-Wan’s distress in the Force. “Leave us only for a little while you will, Obi-Wan,” he assured, reaching out to quiet the young Jedi’s concern.

“But—but, what about Anakin? I am needed here! Or in the war? I can’t leave! Where would I go?”

“Your Padawan, Skywalker is no more,” Yoda reminded. “Perhaps a special assignment you need, Master Kenobi, to discover whether your attachments you can overcome.”

A special assignment? Obi-Wan looked like he would try to protest some more, but before he could, Yoda tapped his stick on the ground and held up a hand to stop him once again.

Resigned to his fate, Obi-Wan instead bowed his head and replied, his voice quiet, “Yes, Master. It is the will of the Force.”

As Yoda silently considered him, Obi-Wan’s mind ran wild with questions. Where would he be sent? What would he be doing? Would he be sent to the AgriCorps again? What would happen to his Clone Troopers?

When could he come back?

At last, Yoda spoke again, halting his runaway train of thought. “A class of seven children on Mandalore there is. Need a tutor they do.”

Well, that sentence did nothing to stop the headache that was rapidly approaching.

“On Mandalore?!” Obi-Wan squeaked. “I don’t understand, Mandalore has an excellent school system, why do they require a tutor?” He and Mandalore had a history, one he tried not to think about if at all possible.

“Force sensitives from Mandalore and other neutral worlds, they are,” Yoda explained, “Too old they were to come to the Temple, and gracious Mandalore was to accept them. Allow them to fall into the hands of the Sith, we must not.”

Obi-Wan was at a loss for words. This day had started off perfectly normal, and now he had been thrown for a loop in the worst way possible. “I am not a teacher, Master, I am needed in the fight against the Separatists, alongside Anakin and the others!”

“Done well you have with young Skywalker. A great help you will be to the Mandalorian foundlings.” This praise was high coming from Master Yoda, but it did nothing to calm the disquiet in his heart. “Only rudimentary training will they need. Warrior Jedi, their world does not desire. Only to control their powers, you will teach them. And perhaps the ways of diplomacy,” Yoda finished with a smirk.

Obi-Wan was left well and truly speechless.

“Tell Duchess Satine Kryze to expect you tomorrow, I will,” Yoda resolved, standing from his chair and beginning to hobble to the chamber’s exit.

“The Duchess???” Obi-Wan shrieked, stopping Yoda in his tracks. The little green Jedi hummed in the affirmative.

“Familiar, I believe you are. In her care the foundlings are during their break from the Academy. Struggled, other tutors have, without knowledge of the living Force.”

Yoda again resumed his walk out the door, nodding to Master Billaba who was standing on the other side as went.

Obi-Wan sank into his seat—or the seat that he’d been temporarily given in the chamber—and fiddled with his beard as he often did when his thoughts were too much to bear inside his own head. This was all so sudden, and part of him wondered if this hadn’t been on the Council’s mind before the incident today had even happened. Emotion after emotion passed over him, despair, fear, resolve, confusion, hope, certainty, and resentment, all of which Obi-Wan allowed to pass into the Force.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

Whatever happened, it was the will of the Force, and Obi-Wan would follow it until he found where he was supposed to be.

-.-.-

Chapter 2 >>

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This is gonna be a longer note because it's the first chapter and I want to make sure I cover everything!

I hope you enjoyed! I do have this mostly written out, so you can rest assured that the story will not be abandoned! It has, however, sat on my computer for over a year in a less-than-finished form, so if you’re reading this now, congrats! It has made it to the interwebs! I plan to release new chapters once or twice a week. I'm at about 14 chapters currently, and am in the final act of the story, so I feel pretty confident that by the time we get to posting those chapters, I'll have it completely (finally) finished.

And now I invite you all to imagine Yoda and the Council standing around singing “How Do You Solve a Problem Like Kenobi,” because I find it highly amusing. Tumblr user @mandojediblogger actually wrote out parody lyrics a while back to some Sound of Music songs including this one in the thread where this entire idea was born. They also posted it on Ao3 under the name Quinn73. Idk why, but the image of Yoda as the Reverend Mother absolutely cracks me up.

Also I’ve gotta shout out some folks who engaged with my thread of absolute madness and contributed ideas for how to develop this fic: @seleneisrising and @ask-the-almighty-google, you the real ones. They helped along the way when I hit a block or just needed to ramble about Obitine/Sound of Music parallels and totally kept me going. And to everyone that showed enthusiasm in the notes and tags on my post, just know I never would have written this without your interest in the idea, so I hope you have fun with this and come along for the ride! And I'm sorry this took so long to finally get off the ground!

I've been deep in the X-Files fic sauce for the last couple months, but with Obitine Week 2023 coming up in September I figured I needed to shift gears back into Obitine brainrot, so this is my attempt at doing so.

Tagging some folks who expressed interest in this concept wayyyy over a year ago and have probably forgotten about it: @sootspritesprinkles @itscaptainsir @called-kept @kraytwriter @mathmusic8 @penguinelf @dracaspina @thirteenmyspacegirl @accidental-spice @kanerallels @hellostarlight20

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cinciri · 27 days

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Tagging: @satineweek

DAY 1: Jewel

Quote prompts: “When your life is on display, you cherish the things that are yours alone.”

As she approaches, his gaze slides along her body several times, almost without stopping. To her great regret, he clenched his hands, which were previously hanging loosely at his hips, into fists, but as soon as she stops in front of him he unclenches it with an exhalation.

“To be honest, I’m still not sure that this is a bracelet,” while Satine, lifting her sleeve, unfastens the beskar clasp on the leather cord, his attentive gaze doesn't leave her wrist. “My father wore his around his neck, and my mother… I don’t know. I’ve never seen it.”

“Me too,” Obi-Wan responds quietly and, when her eyebrows arch questioningly, he explains: “If one of your parents gave it to you personally, then you could only receive it before… before we met. But I didn't see this one. Never.”

“When your life is on display, you cherish the things that are yours alone. Cherish and hide. Here,” with the clasp finally is done, and she hands him the leather cord with a smile. “I wish you had it.”

“What?” blinking in surprise, he even retreats. “I… I can’t accept it.”

She squints suspiciously, still holding her hand outstretched.

“You said that Jedi are not forbidden to accept a gifts.”

“I did. But it belonged to one of your parents.”

“Yes, it belonged. And I really want it to belong to you now,” her gaze falls on the leather cord, against the background of her pale skin it seems even darker than it really is. “It always seemed to me that I was more of its temporary custodian than its real owner.”

“But…”

“Obi-Wan, please.”

Pursing his lips and yet nodding somehow completely exhausted, Obi-Wan nevertheless takes the cord - carefully, trying not to touch her palm - and, to her delight, wraps it around his neck and begins to fasten it.

“You know,” she allowed to sound herself a little flirtatiously, “they were passed down in my mother’s family for several dozen generations. She gave the second one to my father during their marriage vows.”

His fingers, still gripping the beskar clasp, tremble slightly.

“It's warm,” he says quietly.

“Really?” Satine open her mouth in surprise. “I've always had a cold one. May I?..”

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duxhess-kryzewan · 2 years

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Maybe Obi-Wan has been avoiding Satine lately and Satine wonders if maybe, just maybe there might be someone else... Ends with lots of fluff and cuddling. It's good to have you back, I really enjoyed your latest one-shot!

- Only You -

Satine considered herself many things. Strong willed, dedicated, peaceful, among many other attributes.

Her adversaries would declare her naïve and perhaps delusional with her devotion to a peaceful Mandalore, but she's learned over the years not to pay any mind to what others think of her.

But, whether they be friend or foe, one thing Satine could never be classified as if a jealous woman.

Jealousy was unbecoming of Nobility. From an early age she had learned to be grateful for the advantages she had in life, and that envy was a pointless emotion to dwell on. It would do her no good, and came off as pretentious, something no good leader of the people should be.

Even as she got older and her feelings and life became more complicated she refrained from allowing herself to feel something she considered as shallow as jealousy. There were bigger problems to deal with; bounty hunters to escape and a planet to rebuild. Jealously had no place in the chaos of her life.

Yet here she stood, gazing out at the Coruscant skyline, battling the pang of jealously that bubbled inside of her.

It was ridiculous. Of course it was ridiculous.

But there was something about Obi-Wan avoiding her so intentionally that stung in a way she did not anticipate.

They weren’t anything. Not really. Except that also wasn’t particularly true, because she knew they were something to each other even if there were no collection of words to quantify exactly what their relationship was.

She could accept the logical reasons behind his distance. It was dangerous interacting in any other manner other than diplomatic while being so close to the temple. She understood that. And yet, she suspects that is not the reason for his distance at all.

No, she had been suddenly gripped with the fear that there was perhaps another person that had captured Obi-Wans affection.

And that unforeseen fear had suddenly riddled her with with a newfound sense of both insecurity and jealously she hadn’t ever experienced.

Satine had seen them together the night before just outside of the Senate building, talking closely with one another, and she found it nearly impossible to ignore just how intently he was looking at her or how strikingly beautiful the young woman was.

“Who was that girl?” Satine asks Padme, “With Obi-Wan yesterday evening.”

She keeps her voice level, tone bridging on flippant. She wanted to maintain a sense of indifference while also fulfilling her curiosity.

Padme, gracious as always, doesn’t comment if she suspects Satine had an ulterior motive other than innocent curiosity.

“I believe her name is Nadira,” Padme tells her, “She was rescued by Obi-Wan and Luminara from a Separatist prison on Tokadana. I think she was the only survivor. Anakin said she has vital information on the Separatists and their movements.”

“How terrible.” Satine says sincerely, suddenly wracked with guilt for harboring anything other than sympathy for the girl.

“She’s very…” Padme hesitates for a moment, “Attached to Obi-Wan. I think he was the one who found her.”

“And probably the first person who wasn’t there to harm her.” Satine surmises, feeling more terrible for the girl by the minute.

“Anakin says she’s been very helpful, but is also very reluctant to speak to just anyone. I assume he and Luminara are probably the two she feels most comfortable with. You know, her rescuers and such.”

Yes, Satine certainly knew what having Obi-Wan as her rescuer was like.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Padme tells her, implication behind her words all too clear.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She replies, but she knows Padme understands. After all, she knew the burden of keeping that secret.

A day later she’s locked in a conversation with Mon Mothma when she sees him walking through the Senate building, Ahsoka and the girl by his side, and they make eye contact.

She tries not to let the pang of sadness become evident in her expression when he averts his gaze all too quickly.

The senate hearing that day is draining and drags on for too long with no real accomplishments at the end. She was no further in securing a position for the neutral systems in the senate than she was when she arrived.

All she wants to do is go back to her room and sleep. A rarity for her, because she almost never has the urge to forego more work in the evenings to relax, but being on Coruscant always had the affect on her.

She sees them just before she reaches her room, whispering to one another in the otherwise empty hallway.

Nadira is smiling, a far cry from the shy and tortured soul that Padme had described two days earlier, and it rattles her to the core when she catches sight of Obi-Wan doing the same.

Its a genuine one; not the fake grins he reserves for politicians, but a smile rooted in affection. She knows that smile.

She tells herself that it’s simply Obi-Wan being himself. Kind and caring, always doing what he can to help and comfort someone in need.

But another part of her breaks a little bit, because she knows that despite what he says, some part of him is willing to bend the code when it comes to attachments. She was the prime example of that.

And she has no real claim to him, because they are nothing. They weren’t together. They couldn’t be. And she’s a galaxy away, barely able to communicate with him without it crossing an unspoken boundary. And yet, she had always believed a small part of her unabashedly belonged to him, and him to her.

He looks up, catching her gaze. She doesn’t bother waiting to watch his expression fall, she simply turns on her heel and walks to her room.

Maybe Satine Kryze would describe herself as a jealous woman after all.

The next few days are too busy for her to dwell on him though. She’s too preoccupied with securing working relationships with Senators and speaking in front of sessions about neutrality to spend her time saddened about him. Personal turmoil or not, her duty will always be to her people.

But as her last few days on Coruscant approach she can’t help the dejection that creeps on her at the thought of not being able to steal a few measly moments of his time. Even if they were only able to exchange the formalities of old friends seeing one another and nothing more she would be satisfied.

Because even though she considered him the love of her life, she also considered him to be one of her closest friends, something she has very little of these days.

“He and Master Fisto have been away the last two days.” Padme tells her one evening, “I’m sure if he would have seen you by now if that weren’t the case.”

“Yes, it must be.”

She chooses to believe her, because the alternative saddens her in a way she’s unsure how to navigate.

Two days before she’s set to leave she has a meeting set up with Bail Organa to discuss trade routes when an emergency Senate hearing disrupts their plans, and she finds herself heading back to her suite without much motivation to do anything else.

Battling with the senate and the chancellor makes her so, so tired.

She drinks a glass of Alderaanian wine - an apology gift from Bail - and stares out the window, suddenly home sick.

The knock at her door surprises her, though she supposes it shouldn’t. Padme had been making her way to her suite more often than not when they were both alone.

But when she opens the door she finds Obi-Wan Kenobi standing in front of her.

“What are-“

She doesn’t get a chance to get the words out, he’s too fast for her, and suddenly she finds herself being pushed back into her room and enveloped in his arms.

“I am so sorry.”

His arms around wrapped tightly around her, one circling her waist and the other resting across her back, with his face burrowed into her neck. She feels him sigh against her, his grip never faltering.

She’s frozen for a moment, her mind unable to process the suddenness of it all.

But then she relaxes and hugs him back.

They stand like that for one, two, five minutes. She’s not really sure. All she knows is she suddenly doesn’t feel homesick anymore.

When they finally break apart he cups her face in his hands, thumbs stroking lightly over her cheek bones. It sends a shiver through her. When was the last time she had been touched with such tenderness?

“I wanted to see you sooner.” He tells her gently, “Believe me. If opportunity had allowed I would have been here the night you arrived.”

There’s such raw honestly in his eyes that she has no trouble believing what he’s telling her.

“You’re here now.” She soothes.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead, lips lingering for just a bit longer than strictly necessary.

“I had tried to find a moment to slip away,” He tells her, “But I’ve had a shadow following me around for the better part of your visit, which complicated things.”

Satine thinks of Nadira, with her dark hair and fair skin.

“Padme had mentioned so,” She says evenly, “I had guessed you were rather tied up.”

He nods, “The girl is kind, but reluctant to speak to just anyone. I believe her months long imprisonment made it difficult for her to trust strangers.”

Satine’s heart breaks for her.

“I can only imagine so.”

“The council order I stay with her for a few days,” He continues, “I suppose I gained her trust when I rescued her, and they were hoping she would feel more comfortable discussing what she knows with me. It took longer than expected for her to feel safe enough to do so, thus taking more of my time.”

She can’t even blame the girl.

“I’m glad you were able to help.” Satine says, voice full of sincerity yet she hears the slight undercurrent of sadness.

His hands are on her waist now, hers resting on his forearms.

“I hadn’t intended to neglect what time we have.” He tells her, voice soft yet sure.

“I had thought perhaps…” She begins, though she can’t bring herself to finish the sentence. It was ridiculous to have ever thought it in the first place.

She can see it in his eyes though; the pure understanding of what she meant.

“Satine,” He whispers, expression suddenly saddened, “You couldn’t possibly think…”

He trails off too, and she feels foolish to have ever fathomed any of it.

“She’s very lovely,” Satine says carefully, “I thought that perhaps you were distancing yourself to avoid telling me that your feelings have since changed from our last interaction.”

Finally he kisses her. Softly, almost apologetically and it feels like coming home.

“There is no one else I would ever risk the code for, Satine.” He grabs one of her hands and raises it to his lips, “Only you. And I’m sorry that I cannot be there to remind you of that.”

“We made our choices.”

He kisses her knuckles, “All you have to do is say the word.”

She shakes her head, “I could never.”

Because as much as she wants to live out the rest of her days with him at her side, she could never make him walk away from the order he holds so dear.

“Very well,” He concedes, “But please never doubt my devotion to you, Satine. There isn’t a soul in galaxy that I could ever posses the same depth of feelings for that I do you.”

She doesn’t know how to begin articulating what he means to her, so she doesn’t speak at all. She simply presses her lips against his and hopes he understands.

Hours later they lay in her bed, she curled into his side, fingertips running along a fresh scar on his rib cage. This is what their relationship consisted of; stolen moments.

His lips brush against her cheek, a ghost of a promise and she knows deep in the confines of her soul that he was hers, just as she was his.

#obitine #obi wan x satine #obitine fanfiction #obitine fanfic #obitine prompt #obitine fluff

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xxlittle0birdxx · 1 year

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If she had elected to openly have this child on Mandalore, she wouldn't be left alone. Not like this. Not even for a second. Ordinarily, she would be surrounded by family. Her mother. Her grandmothers. Aunts. Sisters. Cousins. They would hold her hands. Help her find a good position to labor and give birth. There were traditional blessings they would chant as the baby took its first breath.

The time on the chrono marched forward, and Satine shifted, trying to find a position that didn't exacerbate the spreading ache in her back. It was a task that proved difficult, given her solitude. She began to regret not telling Nan everything and begging her to accompany her.

The silence gave way to the one fear she thought she had managed to lock behind mental durasteel doors: Could she love this child for itself and not merely because it was Obi-wan's child? And would there ever be a day when this child wasn't a constant reminder of him?

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notaghost3 · 1 year

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Satine Week Day 4: Regret

(and yes, the title did indeed come from Harry Style’s Matilda song) Set during Voyage of Temptation, Satine dwells on her biggest regret as she stares across the table at Obi-Wan. (I know the GIF is from a different episode, but I like it haha) @satineweek

#satine week #satine week 2022 #satine kryze #obitine #obitine fic #obitine fanfic #voyage of temptation #obi wan kenobi #i love these two so much #korkie kryze #korkie kenobi #korkie is a kenobi #the clone wars #star wars

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callmevexx · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Darth Maul, Bo-Katan Kryze Additional Tags: Dark Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injured Satine Kryze, Satine Kryze Lives Summary:

Obi-Wan saves his Duchess, but loses himself in the process.

Dark!Obi-Wan AU

#obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan #duchess satine #obitine #darth maul #obitine fanfic

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redfieldfamilyfan24 · 1 year

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Winter Whumperland Day 5: Warm Kisses

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a03 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43432461

Prompts Frosty the Snowman, Trapped in a Blizzard, and Warm Kisses. Title: Warm Kisses Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars Rating: G Warnings: None really Pairing: Satine Kryze/Obi-Wan Genre: Fluff Summary: When Satine and Obi-Wan are caught in a blizzard, they're not just worried about what will happen to them but also to Qui-Gon who is dealing with bounty hunters after Satine. However once they find shelter and discover Qui-Gon is okay, Satine and Obi-Wan might get some much needed quality time together.

#amow winter whumperland 2022 #whump community #warm kisses #day 5 #obitine #obitine fanfic #frosty the snowman #trapped in a blizzard #obi-wan #satine kryze #fluff #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction

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mercysong-tardis · 25 days

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@satineweek Day 3: “TEARS”

For this prompt, I struggled with what to decide on drawing, but I settled with the Obitine goodbye (after the year on the run) which this fandom knows well, and I am proud to say we have developed so much fanon lore around. And don’t worry, I think he kisses her. (:

#obitine #satine kryze #obi wan x satine #fanart #fanfiction #star wars #the clone wars #obitine fanfic #obiwan kenobi #padawan obi wan #Mandalore #the year on the run #satineweek2024 #duchess satine kryze #duchess satine #satine week 2024

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impossibleprincess35 · 4 months

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It was way too long to include in the holiday event, so here it is.

Ridiculously silly holiday fluff.

I had to split it into 5 chapters, but they're nowhere near the length of my usual chapters.

God help me. :D

#christmas fanfic #obitine #obitine fanfic #obi wan x satine #much ado about christmas

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kryzobi-wan · 7 months

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hope like the sun

Obitine Week 2023!

Day 1 (Korkie, triumph, sunrise)

Happy Obitine Week 2023! Much love to all content creators and readers <3

Tagging: @weekofobitine

Rating: G

Summary: Obi-Wan wakes in a world where Anakin Skywalker never became Darth Vader, where instead of everything going wrong, everything went right. Is that too much for him to ask for?

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“Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you see it, you’ll never make it through the night.”

~Leia Organa

-.-.-

The air is still and silent. He lies in a cool abyss, surrounded by a peace that he isn’t sure he’s familiar with. But, oh, it feels like he is. Or he should be. It feels like an old friend.

Muffled sounds reach his ears. The comfortable coolness gives way to a growing warmth. Not burning, no, but the warmth of the first dredges of sunlight filtering through an open window. A beam of golden hued light dusts his eyelashes, causing them to flutter. The muffled noises become clearer.

Voices. Ones he doesn’t quite recognize. Children.

Squinting, he pries his eyes open, and is met with the sight of a sheer curtain billowing above him, the warm breeze blowing through the cracked window. Outside he hears faint notes of water rippling ashore, repeatedly washing over smooth stones before retreating the way it came. Birds take flight, rustling the leaves of the trees and chirping a happy morning tune.

The sunlight is bright in his eyes, causing him to all but close them against the glare. He shields his sight with an outstretched hand, lifting himself into a half-upright position and glancing warily at his surroundings.

The couch he is laying on is unfamiliar. As is everything about this place. Well, everything except—

“Angel, do we have any honeyfruit?”

At the sound of his former padawan’s voice, Obi-Wan sits bolt upright, his eyes blown wide. He scrambles around in search of his weapon, but it is nowhere to be found. His breathing comes in gasps, and he clutches at his chest with a shaking hand, certain that the organ which is now beating wildly beneath his tunic had been painfully removed from his body years ago.

His eyes, wild and afraid, flit from one corner of the room to another in search of the source of the voice, and he finds it.

It's him.

Standing behind a stone countertop in a large kitchen is Anakin, just as he remembers him. He is staring at Obi-Wan from across the room, an amused—if not a little concerned—smile on his face.

“Woah, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” the apparition speaks. Or is it an apparition? How could it not be? “You alright there, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan opens his mouth to answer, but it may as well have been filled with ash. He chokes on whatever words would have escaped, choosing instead to slam his eyes and his mouth shut and stand abruptly from the sofa. He makes his way over to a window, glancing out at wherever it is he has found himself, working to regulate his breathing.

He hears Anakin chuckle and return to stirring something in a large bowl.

Before him lies a glittering lake, with verdant mountains rising up from it in the distance. The sun is just peeking up from above the horizon, casting a warm glow on the lush landscape and causing the early morning dew to sparkle.

Naboo?

All questions of “how? why? when?” are too much to bear, and he shakes them from his head. He feels dizzy. He feels sick.

“Did you say something, dear?” a woman’s voice calls out, and Obi-Wan turns. Just entering the room is Padmé Amidala, dressed in a flowing but relatively simple lavender dress, by her standards anyway. She fastens an earring to her ear as she approaches a beaming Anakin, leaning in to give him a light peck on the lips, her hand coming to a rest on his sternum.

Anakin drops the spoon he was holding and grabs her hand instead, lightly rubbing the back of it with his thumbs. He murmurs something in response, but Obi-Wan can’t hear it. The voices he heard earlier are back, shrilly increasing in volume as they make their approach from down the hall.

Before Obi-Wan can prepare himself, two tiny bodies throw themselves face first into his sides, nearly knocking him over.

“Uncle Obi-Wan! Uncle Obi-Wan!” they call out, the little blond one practically trying to climb him like a tree. Their chattering continues at speeds the old Jedi can’t keep up with, not in this state, and he finds himself being handed toys of various shapes and sizes, mostly from the little brunette who seems to be trying to tell him something.

“Sl—slow down,” he manages to stutter out, squinting as if that might make it easier to parse out what the tiny girl is trying to say. It doesn’t. His knuckles turn white gripping a toy ship in his hands.

“Luke! Leia!” Anakin says, his voice commanding yet kind, “Get off Uncle Obi-Wan, he just woke up.”

The children obediently bound into the kitchen, two fiery balls of endless energy. Padmé has taken up station at the stove, working on something Obi-Wan can’t see from his vantage point.

He’s just glad to finally be free of the unexpected onslaught of tiny limbs he’d found himself in.

The children are hopping up and down, tugging on Anakin’s hands and clothes and staring up at him with the purest look of adoration he’s ever seen. Anakin crouches down and ruffles their hair, and Obi-Wan can just make out the words, “How would you feel if I came in and jumped on you while you were still waking up?” which is met with squeals of delight instead of the appropriate abashed apologies.

Obi-Wan’s knees feel weak as everything that has occurred in the last few minutes catches up with him. He sits himself heavily on the couch, eyes glazing over in deep thought.

Luke. Leia. The last time he’d seen them this close, they were newborn babies, motherless and fatherless. But there’s Padmé, looking alive and well. And Anakin…

Anakin is wearing an apron and cooking him breakfast.

If this is a dream, it’s a strange dream. A very strange, and cruel, and heartbreaking dream.

Before him lies everything as it should have been. Anakin and his family, Padmé and the twins, living together in the brightness of day, unashamed of the forbidden nature of their relationship. Anakin is a father, in every sense of the word. It comes naturally to him, like this is what he was always meant to be. It’s comfortable in a way that makes Obi-Wan feel uneasy, because as lovely as this picture is, it can’t be right. It can’t be real.

“Hey, Obi-Wan,” Anakin calls as he stands to his full height once more, shifting his attention back to his former master. “When’s the missus get here? Food will be ready soon.”

Obi-Wan opens and closes his mouth, unsure what he could possibly mean by that, only to feel his heart stop at the sound of someone knocking on the door.

No. It can’t be. Absolutely not.

Padmé grins and says, “I’ll get it!” She makes her way to the door, Luke and Leia quick on her heels, and Obi-Wan holds his breath. He doesn’t dare hope.

The door opens, and he shoots to his feet as his suspicions are confirmed.

Satine. Looking… radiant as ever.

Oh, Satine.

Obi-Wan’s eyes fill with tears. It has been so long. So, so long. He wants to approach her, to reach out to see if she’s real, but his feet are glued to the floor, and he seems to be having difficulty swallowing. He presses his lips together tightly in an effort to still the trembling of his chin, but he’s met with little success.

Satine.

Anakin is watching him from his place in the kitchen, flashing a knowing smirk in his direction. He glances away for a moment, wiping his hands on a dish towel, before making his way over to Obi-Wan and clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Master, I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen her, but there’s no need for that!” Obi-Wan tears his eyes away from Satine just long enough to meet his padawan’s eyes, and stubbornly wipes at the wetness forming on his cheeks. “Go say hello to your wife!” Anakin encourages further, pushing him toward her and barely concealing his amusement.

Obi-Wan mechanically puts one foot in front of the other, somehow managing to carry himself closer to her. The toy ship he still holds drops to the ground.

Ghosts, all of them. He’s surrounded by ghosts.

As he approaches her, Satine turns from her conversation with Padmé and grins, opening her arms to him. Words fail him. His tongue is as silent as the grave she is supposed to be in. But there she stands, welcoming him into her embrace. He takes one last disbelieving look at her and collapses into her, burying his face in her hair and holding her tightly.

She’s solid, real. He nuzzles further into her neck and holds back a sob, straining to keep silent.

His intensity catches her off guard, but she recovers quickly, smiling bemusedly and rubbing circles on his back.

“Satine,” he whispers into her shoulder. The word sounds like a prayer spoken directly into her skin, where he hopes it, and all he means to convey, will make its way to her soul. He marvels at the way her name feels on his lips after so long of it being unspoken. Thinks of the time he spent trying to forget what had happened to her.

“Goodness, someone’s extra clingy today,” she says with a laugh. “Miss me?”

Obi-Wan can do nothing but nod numbly into the crook of her neck, never letting go.

Anakin slides an arm around Padmé, watching his friend with a contented look on his face. “Obi-Wan is a lifesaver,” he speaks, “I don’t know what I would have done with these two rascals while Padmé was at the Senate if he weren’t here to help.”

Luke and Leia giggle, ducking their heads to evade Anakin’s hands ruffling their hair again.

Obi-Wan feels Satine hum a laugh of her own and she rocks him gently, her fingers running through the hair at the base of his neck in a comforting swirl. “What did I tell you? He’s the best co-parent in the galaxy.”

At that, Anakin lets out a burst of laughter, glancing at Padmé. “I think I’m obligated to object to that on principle, but I’ll put him down as a close second.”

Obi-Wan is intoxicated. She smells just as he remembered. Like lilies and warm spices. All the cares he’s collected over the years are slipping away by the minute and he can barely keep up with the conversation. What is this about co-parenting?

And then another voice sounds, this one younger, but on the verge of becoming a man.

“Father, you’re blocking the doorway.”

Obi-Wan stiffens. Satine chuckles and lets go of Obi-Wan, only to find herself still trapped in his embrace. “My dear,” she jokingly grumbles, “As much as I’d love to stand here for the rest of eternity, it has been a long trip and I’d like to eat sooner rather than later.”

Slowly, Obi-Wan lets his grip around her waist loosen and he steps back, afraid to even look to see who had spoken. The moment sufficient space becomes available, a boy, just a few years shy of approaching Obi-Wan’s height, rushes through the gap created between him and Satine, carrying a tray of some Mandalorian breakfast dish he couldn’t even name anymore. The boy busies himself with placing it on the table, oblivious to how Obi-Wan stares after him, his heart breaking repeatedly in waves.

What is this? Some cruel dream? His deepest hopes and desires laid out before him? What entity would subject him to this?

Obi-Wan sways on his feet, overwhelmed and ill-prepared to face these spectres of his past after so many years separated from the living Force.

“Darling, are you alright?” Satine asks, placing a hand on his forehead. The boy is seated next to Anakin, chattering away about getting to fly the ship to Naboo, and Obi-Wan shakes his head, uncertain if anything he has heard since he woke up this morning is true. Satine glances in the boy’s direction, following Obi-Wan’s gaze.

“Korkie, come say hello to your father.”

The boy, Korkie, turns his head back to them, ceasing his conversation with Anakin. Before he can get up, though, Obi-Wan steps forward, kneeling to the ground at his feet and searching his eyes for some unknown truth.

He finds it.

His son… his son, smiles at him, and it’s like looking in a mirror. The perfect mixture of himself and Satine’s features on display for all to see. Tears well in his eyes as he slowly brings a hand up to trace the boy’s cheek, his chest swirling with awe and longing, joy and heartbreak.

“Did you hear I flew the ship?” Korkie asks eagerly, oblivious to his father’s roiling emotions.

It takes Obi-Wan a moment to summon his voice back from wherever it had gone, but eventually he chokes out, “Yes, I am very proud of you.” Tears shine in his eyes, and to prevent any more embarrassment than necessary, he pulls the boy into a fierce hug, his face coming to rest against Korkie’s chest. He can feel a heartbeat there telling him this is real, but he still doesn’t believe it. Giggling, Korkie wraps his arms around his father’s shoulders for a moment, just a moment, before squirming to get away.

His impatience reminds him of another young boy Obi-Wan had once known.

“Is this real?” Obi-Wan asks. He doesn’t want to question it, doesn’t want to break the spell, but the words leave his lips anyway. He’s been hurt far too many times in the past to accept a gift such as this without hesitation. He knows it’s too good to be true, and yet, he hopes. He hopes and hopes and hopes, and knows before he sees her face what the answer is.

He turns back to look at Satine, and her face is sad. Around them, the house and people fade away, until all that is left is him and her and an impossible sunrise, surrounding them from all sides. He kneels in sparkling water a few inches deep that reflects the reds and oranges and yellows of the sky above and around them. They are floating in this imagined space, and he drops his head to his chest, feeling once more as if his heart has been torn from his body.

“Why?” he asks aloud. It is silent for long enough that he suspects he is alone again, but when he looks up, he sees that she has moved closer. Her hand finds its way to his cheekbone, brushing across it in a sad but loving gesture. Her eyes lock onto his as she kneels in front of him, the water soaking through the garment she wears.

“What was that?” Obi-Wan asks, his voice breaking along with the rest of him. “Why would you show me that? Why would you—”

Tears spill from his eyes. His capacity for speech has left him.

“What I have shown you was the will of the Force,” Satine answers, confirming what Obi-Wan had begun to suspect.

It had shown him everything he wanted. The way he wishes things had gone.

“Was it—” he takes a breath, then another, “Was it my fault? Could I have stopped him?”

That was the question he’d been asking himself for more than half a decade.

Was that what triumph would have looked like? If Obi-Wan had been there to help him and hold him and comfort him in the face of great anger and suffering, would Palpatine have failed? If he had been encouraging instead of dismissive, would Anakin be alive? If he had allowed himself to love him, and assured him of his love no matter what shame and secrets he concealed, could that have been their life? Breakfast at Anakin and Padmé’s on a lazy weekend morning? Satine by his side and a son, a son he had never known was his own, proudly telling him of his accomplishments?

The possibilities and regrets are too much to bear.

He feels Satine’s hands wrap around his own, pulling them to her lap.

“My dear Obi-Wan,” she begins. “You must let go of this vision of victory. It was not to be.”

He ducks his head again, but she doesn’t let him. She tilts his head up to meet her serious gaze, ensuring that he receives this message.

“But there is a victory that can yet be won, my love. You must not let go of hope. The hope you carry is the last and only one we have.” She presses a kiss to his forehead, and he wraps his arms around her waist once more, clutching her tightly. “You have the strength to carry on. And I will see you again when it is finished.”

“Satine,” he gasps out, sensing that a final goodbye is imminent.

“Not a final goodbye,” she promises, speaking his thoughts aloud. “We will be together again, my brave Jedi.”

With a sense of urgency, Obi-Wan unwraps his arms from around her waist, grasping instead to her hand and drinking in the sight of her like a desperate man dying of thirst in the desert.

Maybe that’s a more apt description than he initially meant.

“I’ve always loved sunrises,” Satine speaks dreamily, glancing around at their surroundings with an easy smile on her face. “Has there ever been a darkness that hasn’t ended in a sunrise?”

Obi-Wan feels his lips curl in a watery smile, taking her words to heart. He shakes his head. No.

“Well then,” she grins, “I will see you in the dawn, my love.”

Before he loses the chance, Obi-Wan leans toward her and captures her lips with his own, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair behind her ear.

“I love you,” he whispers between kisses, “I love you,” repeating it over and over, and he cannot make himself let her go. She smiles against his lips, and he feels the years of grief and suffering release as tears down his cheeks.

“I’ll love you always,” Satine assures him, pulling away just slightly. “Till we meet again.”

He closes his eyes, memorizing the details of her face and the feel of her lips on his. And he feels the weight of her hand in his fade away until all he is left holding is air.

-.-.-

He wakes in a dark cave, the air stale but unfortunately familiar. It’s the closest thing to a home that he’s had in the years since the downfall of the Republic, a pitiful dwelling in the cracked ridges of Tatooine’s desert, but he’d never really call it home. Home was something he’d lost a long time ago. Speared through by a red lightsaber. Sliced to pieces by his own saber, which now lies dormant in the sands of this forsaken planet.

He drags himself up from his cot, rubbing a hand over his eyes and through his dirty, overgrown hair. The night’s sleep had not been restful, that wasn’t new, but never had a dream been so vivid and clear to him.

This, he ponders as he emerges from the cave entrance. The last glimmers of stars flicker out of the sky above, giving way to the first faint traces of sunlight on the edges of this vast and empty landscape.

He stands in the usual place, the speck in the distance being the Lars homestead. Just this once, though, he leaves his macrobinoculars in his bag. Today, he simply stands there, marveling at the beauty of the twin sunrise he had been taking for granted.

The nights on Tatooine were cold and harsh. Now, though, beams of light warmed his skin, and he closed his eyes to soak in the sensation.

There was hope, Satine had told him so. Dawn would come soon.

He only needed to make it through the night.

#obitine week #obitine week 2023 #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #satine kryze #luke skywalker #leia organa #obitine fanfic #my fanfic #korkie kryze #obi-wan x satine #sw tcw

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cinciri · 8 months

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Is @weekofobitine say "sneak peaks"? ;)

I'm always wanted writing a challenge like not just a seven days and certain topics, but like a single story. And, yeah, finally I can do it! I'm not sure that I will translate this fic for celebrating, because I haven't so much free time, but maybe I doing it later. I also done two small vid, but it's quite difficult to get pieces out of it, so I present a little bit from the third chapter of my fic "My enemy's son".

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Clad in a flowing, off-the-shoulder emerald dress, his ba'vodu stood in the center of the cabin with her back straight and elegantly holding one her hand over the other just below her chest. Towering on her almost on head Obi-Wan Kenobi - incredible, amazing Master Obi-Wan Kenobi - was a meter from her and for some reason didn't look like a soldier or a Jedi, despite his battle-scarred armor and the Order symbol on the pauldron.

Korkie froze, not daring to make any sign of his presence.

All his conscious life there just two of them. Yes, somewhere nearby there were always guardsmen, Kiyar and Mari, undoubtedly occupying special places in her heart, but none of those who could become even closer to her and to him. Occasionally Korkie thought about what would happen if she decided to marry. What would her husband be like? How would he react to him? How would Korkie accept himself a person with whom he would have to share her attention? Could they ever become friends?.. In the past, overwhelmed by admiration for Pre Vizla, sometimes he dreamed that they would get together. With all the childish spontaneity he even arranged for them something like a date a couple of times. However, looking at her and Master Kenobi, he thought that all his attempts to set her up with the Governor were not only boyish stupidity, but also ignorance - unlike her “dates” with Pre Vizla, now, in the semi-darkness of the cabin, he felt something.

Echoes of the Force, breaking through dozens of blocking devices enclosed in a bracelet, trembled like stretched strings. It was impossible to make out what exactly the Force was whispering about - echo was too quiet, completely indistinguishable compared to the wonderful melody that sounded when he took off his bracelet to leave Coronet unnoticed. And yet even a whisper was enough to understand that in front of him not just the Jedi and the Duchess. The temptation to understand the full depth of their connection was so strong that he unconsciously reached for the bracelet, when, suddenly, Obi-Wan Kenobi turned his head sharply in his direction.

#Obitine Week 2023 #Obitine Week #Star Wars #The Clone Wars #Obi Wan Kenobi #Satine Kryze #Duchess Satine #Korkie Kryze #Obitine #Obi Wan x Satine #Obi x Satine #Obi Wan/Satine #Star Wars fanfiction #Obitine fanfiction #Obitine fanfic

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voidartisan · 2 years

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Yet another scenario between Satine and Padme that I would love to see is Padme finding out about Satine and Obi-Wan's relationship and immediately spilling everything about her and Anakin's marriage and then going "But that's normal in a relationship with a Jedi, right????" and Satine, in the most loving, big-sisterly way possible, saying "No, you two have Issues™"

#the narrative counterpoint getting discussed IN THE NARRATIVE would be such a dream come true #like i know why they didn't but that's what fanfic is for #satine kryze #padme amidala #satine and padme #obitine #sort of

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duxhess-kryzewan · 2 years

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Oh my gosh I love your writing so much! Could you do Satine telling obi wan she's pregnant in an au where he stayed and they got married?

- Unexpectedly-

Most things in Satine's life had come without warning.

The outbreak of the Mandalorian Civil war had uprooted her life so suddenly some day she still feels like she hasn't quite found her footing yet. One day she was simply another member of Mandalorian nobility, and it seemed like the next she was given an entire planet to lead.

Obi-Wan came without warning too.

They had fought from the moment they were introduced. Every day it felt as though there was something new to argue about. Part of her couldn't stand him, with his proclivity for combat and sarcastic remarks. It drove her crazy most days. And yet, she found that the other part of her had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

The realization vexed her completely, because it was not the time for her to fall in love. Her planet was at war, her people dying, and she knew the ways of the Jedi. Attachments were forbidden. There is no emotion, there is peace. A vow that her Jedi protector was dedicated too.

She likes to think it was the same for him. That one day he realized beneath all the jabs was something more complex than either of them would have ever predicted, and perhaps learning he had loved her too was the most unexpected thing of it all.

The night before they were set to part had been spent curled into his side, holding onto him as if her life depended on it. The universe was far too large and Satine knew they were far too small in comparison to it all. Crossing paths again once they parted held all but an impossible possibility.

"You could stay," She whispered that night, "I would never fault you for leaving. But if remaining here is something you would want...just know that maybe I want that too."

She would never outright tell him to walk away. It was the only life he had ever known, and she had a planet to begin rebuilding. She wanted it to be his choice in the end, no matter how badly she didn't want to let him go.

Watching him board his ship and head towards Coruscant felt like a piece of her died.

A week later he showed up her doorstep and had been by her side since.

"I would like to stay," He told her, "Should her grace still allow it."

They had married later that year, and she was saved by him all over again.

It had been seven years since then. Rebuilding her planet had been - and continues to be - a daunting task. Despite how much the New Mandalorian movement has flourished there was still so much to be done. Having taken a Jetii for a husband certainly hadn't helped matter much in the beginning.

But Obi-Wan was nothing if not charming, and the publics opinion of him had swayed greatly in their favor over the years. He was just as dedicate to serving the people as she was, and they had agreed their duties now lay with protecting their people.

He had been on Concordia for the past two days, having traveled for the funeral of a prominent clan leader. The death was too sudden for a rearrangement of her schedule, and so Obi-Wan had taken it upon himself to go in her place, despite her reassurances that he didn't have too.

"It'll be three days," He told her the morning of his departure, "You'll hardly even notice my absence."

"Of course I will," She told him softly, "In case you've foolishly forgotten, I am never not thinking of you."

Because even when she was knee deep in duty, he was always somewhere in the back of her mind.

It was fitting that when she learned of her pregnancy he was a world away. Another moment added to the long list of things hitting her when she least expects it.

She paces nervously around the balcony connected to their room. He had commed that morning to let her know he would be back by sundown, and the hours of waiting felt like an eternity. They had never discussed children. The galaxy was teetering on the brink of another war and Mandalore still needed so much of them.

There were times however when she looked upon her husband and wondered what a child of theirs would look like. If they would have his hair or her eyes. Would they be witty like him? Idealistic like her? Stubborn like the both of them?

For his part, Obi-Wan had never brought up the idea of children. For all Satine knew he could be completely opposed to the idea entirely. Surely being raised in the order meant there was no room for daydreaming of such things. She fears that all the years of being taught to avoid attachment pushed the thought of children out of his mind completely.

Her hand coils around the balconies railing in an attempt to steady herself. It all felt like too much.

“Satine?”

The dread of the unknown had overtaken her thoughts entirely, so much so that she hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Obi-Wan.” She breathes out, nearly falling over entirely.

He stood at the balcony’s entryway, arms crossed over his chest and a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Should I come back at a better time?” He teases, “You seem rather distracted. Perhaps I-“

She doesn’t think; all sense of propriety had fled her the moment she heard his voice and she practically flings herself into his arms. For a moment the fear and anxiety that had held her mind hostage melted away. Even after all this time there is no one she feels safer with that him. He would always be her Jedi Protector first, husband second.

“Hush.” She commands gently.

Obi-Wan does as he’s told.

This pregnancy, too, was just another thing that came without warning.

She burrows her head in the crook of his neck and inhales deeply. Two days felt like a lifetime when they hadn’t spent a night apart in years and, force, did she miss him.

“Dearest?” Obi-Wan questions lightly.

There are too many things she needs to tell him, yet she feels as though the words are stuck in her throat.

“Satine, you’re trembling.”

She hadn’t even noticed. Had she been doing that all evening?

“I-“ She pauses long enough to uncoiled herself from him, “I’m alright.”

He kisses her then, soundly and softly and she worries her knees will give out all together.

“You’re not.” He says when they part, clearly unconvinced by her words, “Let’s go inside.”

Their fingers stayed interlocked as they make their way through the door and Satine feels another wave of anxiety wash over her.

“Satine,” He prompts, taking her other hand in his, “I know when something is troubling you.”

Her gaze drops to their conjoined hands and briefly her eyes gloss over her abdomen. There was no indication to her pregnancy yet, but she could already feel

When she looks back up to her husband she finds his own gaze trained on her. There was such concern in his eyes; such love.

“I’m pregnant.”

She had intended to deliver the news with a bit more eloquence, but the moment she saw the look in his eyes the words came tumbling out before she could stop herself.

She sees the moment it finally dawns on him what she said; how his eyes shift from concerned to something more akin to shock, how his lips part in the most minuscule of gasps.

His prolonged silence scares her.

“Obi-Wan…” Her bottom lip trembles as she talks, the urge to cry overwhelming her senses, “Say something.”

He blinks, almost startled, before finally his eyes land on their conjoined hands. She knows what he’s really looking at though; the flat valley of her abdomen that would soon grow into something more.

“Ben,” she prompts, almost begging at this point, “Please.”

His hands let go of her own and find their way to her waist.

“Pregnant…”

He smiles.

“Obi-Wan?”

In an instant she’s being pulled into his arms as he practically lifts her off the ground, pressing a series of kisses to wherever his lips could reach.

“You’re pregnant.” The laugh that follows is filled with pure joy and that’s all it takes for Satine to finally let the tears come.

“I’m pregnant.” She affirms, cupping his face in her hands.

He kisses her again before setting her down.

“Are you okay?” He runs his hands gently up and down her sides, “You had me worried, the way you were trembling earlier. I thought something was wrong.”

She pauses, having been so caught up in the moment that she completely forgot about her fears from before.

“I’m fine,” She assures, “The doctor assured me everything is good.”

He breathes a sigh of relief, “Thank force.”

“You’re okay with this, then? Truly?”

He shakes his head, clearly a bit baffled by the question.

“I am elated, Satine.” He assures, "Euphoric. Deliriously happy. Surely you hadn't thought I wouldn't be?"

“Children was never something we discussed,” Satine says, “And with a galactic war looming on the horizon, our duties here, I had worried perhaps you would have found the news ill-timed.”

She had been foolish to think he would have been anything other than happy.

"Having this - having you - at times feels much like a dream, one so far from the order I once served and what I thought I could have." He moves one of his hands hesitantly over her abdomen, "Satine, I could be be nothing but overjoyed at the prospect of having a child with you."

Somedays she wishes life had been a bit kinder to her. No planet torn to pieces by war, no throne to inherit while her world was in shambles, no spending days on end running from bounty hunters with an infuriating Jedi padawan and his master.

But then, had life not hit her without warning any of those times, she never would have found Obi-Wan.

"I'm terrified," She admits quietly, before smiling, "But I am overjoyed all the same.”

Both of them are grinning widely, and just before he pulls her in for another kiss she thinks to herself that there would never be a child more loved in the Galaxy.

#obitine #obi wan x satine #obitine fanfiction #obitine fanfic #obitine prompt #obitine au #obitine fluff #a answers asks

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