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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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sendpseuds · 10 months

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Camp Kalevala and Everything After

Chapter 1: Camp Kalevala

Summer at Camp Kalevala brings long days of fun and games, friendship bracelets, and the kind of love that can survive the colder seasons and even years apart.

Snippets from the eleven summers Obi-Wan and Satine spend at Camp Kalevala, the fade of their friendship when adult responsibilities make carefree summers a distant memory, and the one thing that could bring them back together - an invitation back to camp.

#camp kalevala #summer camp au #obi wan x satine #obitine #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #tooth-rotting fluff #and also smut because it's me

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the-mandalorian-historian · 1 month

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a cute, tiny obitine ficlet with some fluff and angst. i originally wrote this on a notecard then moved it to my docs LOL

[sometime during their time on the run] She turned her back to him and closed her eyes, forcing back the tears threatening to pour forth. She hadn’t expected Ben to be so kind and vulnerable. A warmth formed on her right shoulder. A hand. Ben’s hand. She opened her eyes and allowed them to meet his.

“I—I’m sorry,” Satine whimpered as the first tears slid down her rosy cheeks. And then her pain melted away as Ben—her Ben—pulled her into a tight embrace under the moon and stars.

#obitine #fluff #light angst #ficlet #year on the run #obi wan x satine #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze

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callmevexx · 8 months

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WIP

Been working on my Obitine pregnancy/kidfic a little bit and wanted to share a little snippet! 🥰

Not much later, the father in question entered the office, looking lovingly at the sight in front of him. Satine snuggled their daughter on her lap while working, the little girl busy playing with her new toy. "I knew I would find you two here." He said and he smiled, gaining their attention. Both Satine and their daughter's eyes lit up when they saw him. "Papa!" "Obi-wan…" Satine couldn't help but have the biggest smile on her face when she saw him. Her husband safely returned after another mission.

#obitine with kids is my weakness #i wanna give them ALL the fluff #satine kryze #star wars #obi wan kenobi #obitine #wip #obi wan x satine

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waterlily707 · 2 years

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His Loving Satine.

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ ~~~~ ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

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18+ paralysis, fluff, hurt/ comfort, a giant bug, foreplay, oral, smut, the giant bug doesn't get involved with the sex stuff I swear, no i mean it, gentle fem doming, real bottom behavior, praise kink?

Yeah your honor, it's mostly Satine being a gentle femdom the whole time, if that's not your thing I get it lmao this is my first smut fic, I chose gentle fem doming because I mean, I don't want her yelling at him to do the dishes and clean up after himself, I already get that from my parents, and like gentle fem doming needs to be encourage more, I need to perpetuate the mommy like vibes bro.

Breathless and on high alert Obi Wan rounded a corner to find a dead end, all that stood in front of him was a complex glass window that no doubt led to an endless drop through the city, so he was completely out of options. He swung his head and looked back behind him hearing the sound of the creature emitting horrible sounds, crashing and ramming into anything it came into contact with as it reached Obi Wan. It was a centipede like creature with a thousand eyes that ran through its entire segmented body, and one very pronounced eye that could stare into the soul of anyone unfortunate enough to meet its gaze. The creature ran it's multiple legs leaving cracks in the marbled flooring and scratches from it's razor like ends, it's mandibles and palps gaping open the sound of it's screams growing louder as Obi stood firmly in front of the window as it came in for the kill.

"Cmon you.."

He gritted as it ran in his direction, just before impact he jumped and rolled out of the way the creature thrown off by his sudden move had already gained enough inertia to the point it slammed into the window shattering the glass upon impact and flying out with its horrid scream growing more distant as Obi Wan watched from the floor. He stood up panting as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking out the shattered window, all he was met with was an endless cavern of geometric buildings, walks ways, trees, and architecture that seemed to trail down forever, with no sight of the creature. He sighed before groaning and placing a hand on his aching side.

"Can't keep doing that anymore."

He muttered as he heard the running footsteps of Anakin and Ahsoka, the glow of their sabers illuminating the hall as they approached the wore Obi Wan. "Master did you get it?"

Anakin asked as Obi Wan nodded.

"I sure hope so, but we better find the body or else it'll be the rest of Mandalore's problem instead of the duchess."

Obi Wan looked up to Anakin and Ahsoka who's eyes were fixated on the broken window in shock, Obi Wan's spine shivered as he began to hear a buzzing sound, he turned to find the creature flying midair its eyes locking onto its prey.

"Oh, great it flies now."

Obi Wan stood firmly as Ahsoka and Anakin ran up next to him and assumed position as the creature prepared to attack.

"Anakin Ahsoka, I'll hold it as best as I can when it rushes inside, you two handle the rest got it."

Obi Wan instructed as they nodded, the creature's hind body crunched as it cackled getting ready to strike. In a flash it bolted in Obi wan holding his hands out he gripped the creature with all of his might through the force, it squealed and thrashed trying to break free of the invisible force holding it. Immediately Ahsoka and Anakin ran their sabers slicing and cutting through its shelled body like it was nothing. Obi Wan released and pieces, blood, and meat fell to the floor, it's sounds coming to a hissing end as the life left it's body. The three of them sighed and Ahsoka walked up to the creature poking a section of it's cut up torso with her foot.

"yeesh that was crazy, I don't think the duchess's guard could've handled this beast."

Obi wan walked closer to where Ahsoka was standing examined the thing its body twitched here and there, his eyes trailed over to ahsoka who was getting a little too close for comfort to the carnage. He then noticed it's stingers perking up it's legs twitching at one last grasp for life, in one fatal swoop Ahsoka was standing dead center of a clear hit from the thing, it stalled before the legs picked up in a millisecond and it's stinger came as a sideways strike directly towards her.

"Ahsoka move now!"

He screamed as she looked up at him in shock, he threw her to the side with the force as the back half of its body slashed forward, but just as it stopped with one jolt of life it swung back with another unexpectedly, this time hitting Obi Wan dead in his stomach. He gasped as he felt the sharp end of the stinger latch onto his skin and the feeling of fire flooded through his entire body.

"Master!"

Anakin screamed igniting his saber and hacking at the thing with an angry scream, the stinger detached and Obi Wan was losing consciousness fast, all he saw was Anakin's unbridled rage as he slashed at the hind of the creature, Ahsoka running up to Obi Wan to catch his fall. His mind went dark as he blacked out.

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Obi Wan's eyes flung open squinting immediately at the bright glow of the morning sun. It illuminated the lavish room he found himself in as his mind came to. He blinked a few times trying to figure out where he was however to his shock as he tried to reach up and wipe his face nothing happened. his body was completely still, the sudden realization that he was paralyzed left a pit in his stomach as continueally no matter how hard his brain tried to communicate movement to his body nothing was responding. He could feel a sore feeling all across the front of his body but couldn't get up to better look at it. His eyes darted around the room as his breathing picking up rapidly.

"Is anyone there?!"

He croaked, his throat felt sore as he called out, thankfully he could speak, however he grimaced as his throat stung from the pain. He heard the sound of something shifting next to him and a familiar gently voice replied.

"Obi Wan? Your awake."

Out of the corner of his eye he was met with a concerned Satine rising from wherever she was sitting to meet his line of sight. She wore casual clothing with her hair down, it was admittedly unusual for him to see her like this but it did remind him of the downtimes they had long ago during their time on the run. His breathing slowed as the sight of her soft expression calmed his anxiousness, but the feeling of not being able to turn his head to meet her still messed with him.

"Please don't strain yourself dear you're safe."

Satine said with a tone of compassion, her gentle hand reaching over and brushing stray locks of hair from Obi Wan's face as he stared back up at her.

"Satine what happened, I can't move.."

He asked in a coarse hushed tone, he was relieved he could at least feel her touch as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"You were stung by that horrible thing after the hunt I was told. Luckily I got my medical team to help you just in time, you should be alright after today you'll be able to move again."

She ensured him as he sighed, thankfully the paralysis was temporary however it was still a lot to get used.

"Thank you Satine."

He said calmly as she sat next to him on the bed, her warm palm held his face as her thumb gently caressed his cheek which began to grow warm as their eyes locked.

"If you need anything just tell me and if anything's bothering you I'll be able to help."

She said smiling back at him, Obi Wan smiled and replied.

"Alright, do you think I could have some water please?"

He asked as Satine nodded, she reached over to the nightstand next to her and grabbed a cup of water popping a straw inside, she held the straw up to his lips, he took it gratefully and began to drink up the whole cup of water. Satine's face flushed as she watched him close his eyes and focus on drinking, she was almost embarrassed to admit it but something about holding a cup of water for Obi Wan to drink from was sending her heart flying. When he finished he sighed in satisfaction and smiled.

"Thank you satine, i scencerily appreciate your compassion for me."

He thanked her in a soft tone smiling as he noticed the blush painted across her face. Satine smiled nervously yet happily like a school girl. She almost choked trying to respond to his genuine words.

"It's no problem dear, you would've done the same for me, all be it with a bit of sass."

She said as she set the cup down. Obi Wan's expression changed to amusement.

"Really now duchess I think my graceful disposition would come through in such a situation."

Satine chuckled.

"I would beg to differ, do you remember when I got that head cold and every time I coughed you would copy me after just to jest?"

Obi Wan rolled his eyes.

"Before you got the cold you mockingly babied me after I cut my leg on that rock, I was just getting even my dear."

He shot back the two of them smiling mischievously at each other, Satine smirked then leaned in her hands moving and gently grasping the sides of his face firmly she brought him in close planting a kiss to his forehead catching him off gaurd. She giggled after moving back seeing him trying to process what just happened. Her hands holding his face as he looked back at her with a stunned expression yet a gleam in his wide eyes.

"Let's call it even then."

She said smiling, Obi Wan's expression softened as he sighed.

"Okay then."

He hummed feeling her warm hands hold him.

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It was later explained to Obi Wan that Ahsoka and Anakin had set off elsewhere in the city to track down whoever set that creature loose with the clear intent of murdering the duchess. Anakin and Ahsoka had left on their mission shortly after his condition stabilized. It turns out Obi Wan had been out for the entire day he was stung, it wasn't until the later evening that Satine's medical unit managed to get Obi Wan in a stable condition, when that happened Anakin and Ahsoka raced against the clock to find whoever did this hopefully before they left the planet.

"Ahsoka told me to tell you that she was sorry."

Satine relayed as Obi Wan sighed.

"She has my forgiveness, however it was a turn of events I should've seen coming, I've killed one of those things before, all be it before whatever strange evolution was forced on it in order to fly. It couldn't have been natural forces that takes decades to go into effect. Now that i think about it a certain animal testings facility that was raided by the republic was expirimenting on creatures from it's home planet not too long ago-."

Obi Wan bantered before pausing upon hearingon Satine chuckle.

"Good to know you haven't changed much, even when recovering your brain has Jedi on a mission mode fore front and center."

She said as he gave her a look.

"Well sorry for thinking duchess."

Satine gave a sly grin as she leaned her head into her palm.

"I'm sure Anakin and his Padawan can handle it, after all it must be tiresome to be racking your brain like that all the time."

She said in a low tone her hand brushing up and gently taking Obi Wan's hand into hers, she rubbed his fingers with her thumb slowly, Obi Wan gulped and stared at her devilish demenour knowing exactly what was going through her head at the moment. Her hand coming up to his face a light finger tracing along his cheek as she continued.

"It's stressful thinking that like that makes you age faster."

She said in a flirtatious tone, Obi Wan's eyebrow arched watching her expression.

"Satine, I know what your doing."

He scolded her as she smiled.

"What am I not allowed to help you relax a little?"

She cooed leaning in closer tracing her finger down his jaw to his collar bone sending shivers through his body. He closed his eyes feeling her touch as she drew small lines across and around his neck, he wanted to pull her in and kiss her, he wanted to grab her firmly and attack her neck feverishly, but he was paralyzed all he could do was trust that she would go easy on him and actually manage to listen to his requests. Her finger traced all the way back up to his jaw and slid up to his bottom lip, at this point she was mere centimeters away from his face.

"All you have to do is say the word and I'll take good care of you my love."

She whispered as his heart pounded as her finger stayed pressed against his bottom lip, he felt her words hit him in his soul, he yearned for her finally giving into her temptations he closed his eyes pressing his lips against her finger with a long draw kiss before asking.

"Please Satine."

Satine smirked before holding him and gently kissing him back meeting his gentle request. Obi Wan felt his body light up with passion as he felt her warm lips caress his, her kisses were slow and soft. In the past the feeling of her remaining with him even hours after they'd been together, it was usually this haunting feeling that left Obi Wan with a lonely pit in his stomach on hard days and nights, however this was pure bliss. The way she took him into her hands left him practically melting as she kissed him softly. Unable to hold it in his throat any longer he let out a quiet moan much to the delight of Satine as she backed away slowly and ran her hand through his hair.

"Good boy, moan for me my love."

She whispered a soft praise.

"Yes my dear."

He replied in a low tone, she leaned in and continued to kiss him, her hand sweeping his hair as the light tickle of his beard brushed her cheek while she kissed him a little more deeply. They continued like this for a good while however the sting of not being able to hold her back did bother Obi Wan, but he really didn't mind Satine's more domineering yet gentle way of loving him, falling away from him and still gentle caressing his head Satine leaned her head against his as he sighed.

"Feel better?"

She whispered as he smiled.

"Much better."

He replied as Satine better positioned herself, she carefully moved on top of him, straddling his hips with her legs her hands splayed out on his chest. She could feel his member poking her inner thigh through the light sleeping pants he wore, she bit her lip slightly and gave a devious look to Obi Wan.

"Excited aren't we."

She purred her hand running slowly down his chest and stopping just above his groin, she watched his eyebrows knit and a long sigh follow as she traced circles on his pelvis.

"I want to adore you my love, would you allow me to help you relax? To fall into my affection for one day? All you have to do is ask."

She said in a comforting tone leaning in towards him her hands moving under his shirt and up to his chest as he breathed heavily.

"Yes... please Satine, just no teeth this time."

He replied as she smiled, she leaned down and kissed his forehead before sitting back up and moving off of his legs.

"Hmnn okay just this once."

She hummed before her hands made quick work of undressing him, her fingers hooking the waistline of the loose-fitting pants and sliding them down, his breathing hitched as she left him completely naked. At the sight of him she paused for a second her hand gently running across the bandaging that covered his stomach, veins of purple dance across his torso and some down his thighs, aside from seeing him breifly in the medical room she didn't see the full extent of the damage underneath the sleep wear that was issued to him after the detox procedure. She sighed her hand stopping at his chest, her thumb slowly rubbing his bruised skin.

"Satine?"

Obi wan whispered looking at her melancholic face.

"Does it hurt still love?"

Obi wan gave a short sigh.

"It feels sore, I'm sure if I could move it might feel even worse."

Satines eyes stared deeply into his.

"You do so much for me, I think some repay is in order."

She said before lowing herself down pressing sweet kisses on his bandages, Obi Wan breathed a wispy moan as she worked down his naval and to his groin. She moved over and between his spread legs pressing kisses to his inner thighs, her right hand cupping his scrotum massaging it as her left hand held his cock firmly.

"mnn delicious."

She purred before she kissed his cock slowly down it's ridge. It twitched and throbbed as she toyed with it all the while working agonisingly slow. Obi Wan moaned a curse beneath his breath as she took short licks and kisses to the tip of his penis. Now his length was average but that didn't seem to hinder her desire in the slightest. She wanted to have him completely to herself love him unconditionally. Her tongue curled around the bottom of his penis, her hand guiding his cock to her awaiting lips as she took him in eliciting a loud gasp and moan from Obi Wan.

"hahh ahh-"

He hiked as she took him in deeper, his hands ached with the need to clench, his throat stung from the need to moan louder, and his heart felt like it was going to come right out of his chest.

"Satine."

He breathed her name weakly in between moans, any rational thought was impossible to form as she sucked him slowly driving him wild. She came up for a brief second her lips practically drooling from enjoying him so much.

"Feel better?"

She taunted smiling as he stared at her in disbelief.

"Y-you'll be the death of me I swear."

He groaned panting from the pleasure.

"Oh, come now, I'm just getting started."

She said in a low tone, Obi Wan's expression perked up.

"You're kidding... Satine wai-"

His surprised voice suddenly cut off, hindered by Satine leaning down and kissing him deeply while her right hand worked his cock. He grunted and moaned in her mouth as she overtook him, helpless to stop her now really. She broke away from the kiss, her hand speeding up getting him even more erect, she moaned lightly as she pressed her forehead against his, Obi Wan panting as she picked up the pace driving him into a haze of moaning her name.

"That's it, good boy."

She cooed softly as her hand slowed to a stop, edging him on the verge of release.

"Can't have you doing that yet my dear."

She purred his moaning cracking as he was settled into a feverish low. Feeling his full cocktail twitch and throb underneath her palm and gentle fingers.

"haah, I w-was afraid you'd do that hngn-"

He said his breathing was heavy, she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Your just so sweet, I want to enjoy you a little longer."

She said in a dulcet tone, he hated to admit it, but he didn't want to finish too soon despite how crazy it drove him to be edged by her.

"mnrn fine."

He grumbled as she laughed lightly, he gave a lighthearted smile at the sound of her cute voice, she leaned in returning to kissing him slowly her hand continuing rubbing him sending him back into the haze of pleasure.

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After what seemed like hours the two of them had finally finished, Satine curled up next to him holding his head to her chest, her hand slowly petting his head as he relaxed into her. The two of them were nestled under the covers the morning sun long since moved as the afternoon breeze came in.

"Now that wasn't so bad hmn? And you were getting moody with me my dear."

She jested as he sighed.

"No what bothered me was your unhinged appetite, really now Satine was it necessary to taunt me like this."

She giggled replying.

"Yes, I think pleasuring my lovely protector was necessary, honestly you're just so hard to resist."

She praised before kissing his head. Obi Wan smiled his heavy eyes shut feeling her closeness warm him and beckon him to sleep.

"hmn..Well regardless, I enjoyed it very much."

He said softly as they cuddled, well only Satine really Obi Wan was still left motionless from the poison, She found his hand beneath the expanse of the covers, her fingers curling between his still one's he sighed warmly against her a warm grin painted his face as she held his hand firmly.

"I love you my sweet Obi Wan."

She hummed softly, Obi wan feeling the light hum vibrate in her chest as his cheek pressed against her warm breast.

"I love you too my loving Satine."

He said back lightly before settling to sleep, Satine smiled and drifted off to sleep holding him to her firmly.

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Obitine Week 2023, Day 5 - Coronation

Prompt: Dreamer

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 296

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“Our coronation,” she reminded him.

“Yes.” He beamed at her. “Ours.”

“Satine?” Obi-Wan’s fingers were light against her shoulder, and Satine smiled at it, but she kept her eyes closed. He’d sense her wakefulness, anyway. “Satine, darling. Time to be getting up.”

She groaned softly, swatted playfully at his hand, all without removing her face from the pillow. “I don’t see why,” she said. “Surely the duchess should control her own schedule.”

“I’m sure she can,” he said, “from the day she’s been crowned. But until that point…”

With one final, petulant groan, Satine rolled over to glare balefully at him. “Why, Jetti, must you persist in being so logical?”

Obi-Wan kissed her, very gently, on the very tip of her nose. “My love,” he said, “you really ought to think of another nickname.”

Joy sparked deep in her belly, warm and excited. “Of course. Cyare. Runi.” She stroked a hand over his hair, down his spine, and pulled him into a kiss. “Riduur.”

“Gar,” he said, and then, as if to ensure there were no misunderstandings (he’d never recovered from the one time she’d insulted his pronunciation), repeated, “Yours.”

“Mine,” she said. He seemed to glow as she did. “Gods, I adore you.”

“And I you.” He kissed her and then, to Satine’s profound annoyance, removed himself from their bed. “But you really do have to get up now, dearest. It’s terribly bad form to be late for your own coronation.”

“Our coronation,” she reminded him.

“Yes.” He beamed at her. “Ours.”

Satine woke, alone, with a sick sense of loss. Heartache was nothing to this; this was burning in her chest, pounding in her temples, aching in every bone, every nook and cranny of her. This was grief, pure and simple - and what, even, was she grieving?

A dream.

Nothing more or less than that.

#Phoenix_Rose #Obitine Week 2023 #satine kryze #obi wan kenobi #star wars #obitine #fluff with angsty ending

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@satineweek 2022! Day 5: Alternate Timeline (+ Vow)

In the stillness of night during their year on the run, Satine and Obi-Wan dare to imagine a life without the responsibilities they've sworn themselves to.

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This wasn't at all what I thought I'd write for this day's wombo combo of prompts, but it turned out way better than anything I'd been planning :')

I took a somewhat unconventional approach to the alternate timeline prompt, but it turned out suuuper fluffy and also a little depressing. What more would you expect from Satine and Obi-Wan? Anyway, enjoy!

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“And all this could be such a dream, so it seems I was never much good at goodbye.”

Night Ranger

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“Ben?”

Her voice was a whisper, barely audible amidst the gentle sounds of nature that surrounded them. Frogs croaked in a nearby pond, and all sorts of nocturnal animals sounded in the distance. The noises were somewhat comforting in their repetition, she thought. The leaves of the trees rustled above them, and Satine watched as sparks from their campfire floated up to join the stars. On the other side of the fire lay Qui-Gon, snoring softly as he always did.

Obi-Wan hummed from his place beside her, letting her know that he was awake, and that he’d heard her. He’d taken to sleeping in close proximity to her, for purely protective reasons of course. At least, that’s what he’d told Qui-Gon when asked about it. It had nothing to do with wanting to be near her, surely.

“Can you sleep?” Satine finally asked, sighing in slight frustration.

The padawan was silent a moment more, then answered, “No, you?”

“No.”

The truth was, Satine would be home on Mandalore by the end of the week, and she was terrified. The end had come so suddenly, and though she thought she’d be relieved, it turned out that nothing could have prepared her for the news she’d received from her planet. She wasn’t ready to go home, not yet.

She closed her eyes, soaking in the stillness of this place. Soon she would be back to the hectic pace of palace life, and the stresses that came with her title. These might very well be the last few days of peace she’d ever enjoy, and that thought filled her with a deep melancholy that kept her lying awake at night.

“Do you ever think about what your life would be like if you weren’t a Jedi?” she murmured, the suddenness of the question catching Obi-Wan off guard. She could hear how his breath caught in his throat, that gentle rhythm she relied on so heavily interrupted as he considered her words.

“Not often,” he answered. Then, “Why do you ask?”

Satine shook her head, though she knew he couldn’t see her. His gaze, like hers, was fixed on the sky up above, where an occasional shooting star would streak across the dark expanse. It was beautiful.

“No reason,” she responded, but even as she said it, she knew he wouldn’t buy it. “Just thinking about the things I’d do if I weren’t a duchess, is all.”

Obi-Wan’s steady breathing returned, and Satine adjusted her position on the lush grassy patch of land she’d chosen as her bed.

“I suppose I’d have been raised at home with my family, whoever they are,” he said pensively.

It filled her with sadness, to hear him speak of concepts as fundamental as family and love with such detachment. To have grown up without knowledge of such things was simply cruel, but that was just her opinion. For him, it was all he’d ever known.

Still, she could sense the slightest undercurrent of yearning in his words. He hid it well, but not from her. Deep down, there was something missing in Obi-Wan that he knew belonged to his family. And it would remain missing, no matter how fulfilling his life as a Jedi became.

“Would you have been happy?” she asked, honestly wondering. His life was so different from hers, that much of it was still a mystery. She was learning to understand how his mind worked, and it deeply intrigued her.

“I’m sure I would have,” he said in response. “Maybe I’d be a farmer, like my father was. At least I think that’s what he was. Most people on Stewjon are.”

He fell quiet again, and Satine pondered his answer. A short distance away, something splashed in the pond, disturbing its glassy surface for just a moment before it stilled once more.

“What about now?” she questioned, rolling on her side to face him. “If you weren’t a Jedi, where would you go now?”

He turned his head to meet her gaze, brows scrunched slightly in a silent question.

“Why are you asking all this Satine?” His voice was serious as he searched her eyes for answers. She swallowed, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye,” she admitted, her words thick with emotion. “I know we’ve talked about this, but there has to be another way, I—I can’t—"

“I know,” he said, rolling over and grasping her hand. She held it tight like a lifeline, closing her eyes against the shame she felt at her weakness. “Satine—"

“Just… tell me what you’d do... if you could leave,” she begged, blinking as a few tears began to fall. She knew it wasn’t possible, but she wanted to pretend, just for a while. “Please.”

He surveyed her face with a deep frown. She felt his thumb brush over the back of her hand soothingly until finally, he nodded, moving his other hand to gently wipe away a tear.

“Alright. I’d run a bookshop,” he confessed, his mouth quirking into a half smile.

Satine let out some kind of cross between a laugh and a sob, covering her mouth with her hand. “A bookshop?” she clarified, “like with actual books?”

Obi-Wan squeezed her hand and squinted his eyes at her in feigned indignation. “Don’t laugh. You asked the question.” His gaze softened once more, and he continued. “I’d collect old books too, ones about art and history and religion. And I’d drink a lot of tea.”

Satine smiled tearfully. “You already do that, my dear,” she teased.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, shaking his head at her (very truthful) accusation. “Oh, alright. What would you do, then, your highness?”

She thought for a moment. “Well, I’d go back home to Kalevala,” she answered, “That, or I’d travel the galaxy. There are so many places I’d love to see, if I weren’t so stuck on Mandalore.”

Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows, and she could see that glimmer in his eye that he always got when he was about to tease her. “Sounds awfully dangerous. Who would you get to show you around all these places?”

She nudged him, knowing exactly what game he was playing, and she couldn’t help but play along. “I imagine I’d find some handsome guide to keep me safe,” she mused, “Someone tall, and strong, with no braid coming down from behind his ear—”

“Hey!”

Satine giggled at his offended exclamation, shushing him so he wouldn’t wake Qui-Gon. Grinning, Obi-Wan lifted himself onto one elbow, glancing over Satine’s shoulder to check that his master was still asleep. Satisfied that he was, he laid back down, looking at Satine with a fondness that was reserved only for her.

“And you wouldn’t get tired of traveling all over the galaxy all the time?” he asked next, prompting her to continue with this fanciful idea.

She shook her head. “Oh, no. We’d eventually settle down, of course.”

Obi-Wan leaned forward, his eyes wide with embellished interest. “Ooh, where?”

“Anywhere,” she answered simply. “Somewhere quiet and peaceful, like here.”

Obi-Wan glanced around at the scenery, nodding his approval. “Good choice. This is the nicest of planets that we’ve been to. No venomite incidents as of yet.”

Satine hummed in agreement. “Maybe we’d build a house. That is, my guide would build it, and I’d tell him where everything should go.”

“Goodness, sounds like you’ll be putting him to work,” Obi-Wan responded.

She gave a smug nod.

“Well, where would my bookshop go?”

Satine’s jaw dropped open in an exaggerated gasp. “You presume to be my guide?”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Who else, my dear?” he said with a smile as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Tapping her finger against her chin in thought, Satine said, “I believe I specified that my chosen partner would not have the type of braid you so horrendously wear.”

“Alright, it’s gone,” he said with a swipe of his hand.

“Wonderful.”

“I do resent the word ‘horrendous’ though, Satine, I’m gonna remember you said that.”

She chuckled. “You know I’m right.”

Silence passed over them again, and they both returned to laying on their backs, scooting just a little closer to each other.

Obi-Wan’s hand didn’t let go of hers.

“You could have a small library, in our house,” Satine said quietly after a while, the teasing tone from earlier now completely gone. Her heart hammered in her chest as she waited to see if he’d respond.

“I’d like that.”

She smiled, swallowing past a lump in her throat.

“We’d have quite the collection of tea, between you and I.”

Obi-Wan hummed in amusement. “Your taste for it rivals mine, darling. It would take up one entire cabinet in the kitchen at least.”

This fantasy filled Satine with such warmth, she wished she could transport herself there now and never return. Was it delusional for her to continue on with this dream she’d constructed? She found she didn’t care. It was far better than dwelling on the dwindling time she had with him, as she’d been doing before.

“I think I’d like to be a teacher,” she announced, thinking very seriously about her options. “I’ve always enjoyed being around children, and it would be an honor to impart on them the lessons that would carry them throughout their lives.”

Obi-Wan squeezed her hand again gently. “You’d be marvelous at it,” he reassured her sincerely. “There’s a village down the road a little ways. I’m sure there are plenty of young ones there who would absolutely adore you.”

Satine drew in a shuddering breath. This was sounding more and more like a plan for the future rather than a dream, and it filled her with foolish hope that she knew would only make it hurt worse later.

It was too late to stop that now.

“When I come home from work, I would call out to you in your library and let you know that I’d returned,” she spoke assuredly.

“And I would come and greet you with a kiss,” Obi-Wan dared to add, knocking the air out of Satine’s chest. Her hand instinctively gripped his tighter.

For several moments, she couldn’t speak. Tears trailed down each side of her face, landing in the thick green grass below her. “I’d really like that,” she managed finally, her voice wavering as she stared determinedly at a fixed point above her.

Minutes passed as they lay there, listening to the crackling fire and gentle rustling of the willow branches. Satine allowed her eyes to fall shut, submitting to the silent sobs that wracked her body. It was too much, this dream of theirs. She wished with all her heart it could be true, would give anything to make it so.

After a while, Obi-Wan took a breath and spoke.

“And if I asked you to marry me?”

An audible sob escaped her, and before she could even move to cover her mouth with her hand, he had enveloped her in his arms to cradle her against his shoulder, rocking her back and forth. She clung to him tightly, taking comfort in the feel of his hand supporting her back and the other tangled in the hair at the base of her neck.

“Shh, Satine, I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan murmured into her hair, repeating his apology over and over. Satine shook her head against his shoulder. He shouldn’t be sorry.

“No, it’s alright,” she said through her tears, unable to control the volume of her voice. She allowed his touch to calm her as she gathered herself together enough to respond. It took several minutes for her to even out her breathing, pulling back from him enough to meet his eyes. “If you… asked me,” she spoke, cupping his cheek in her hand, “I would vow to all the moons and stars in the galaxy that my heart would forever be yours.”

Her words washed over Obi-Wan and he drew in a breath, eyes turning glassy as he gazed at her with pure, unfiltered love. All he could manage was a shaky nod before he pulled her back into his arms, pressing a kiss to her head.

“I’ll stay with you,” he vowed, clutching her tightly to his chest. She could feel the wetness from his tears as they soaked into her hair.

Nonetheless, she shook her head.

Their dream was gone, now they were back to their reality. He would have to leave, and she would stay. That was the way it was always going to be.

“You know I love you,” she spoke, and she felt him nod in response.

His voice cracked. “I love you too,” he said, those forbidden words sending a spike of pain straight through her heart.

They would have to say goodbye, that was just the way it was. But they had each other now, and Qui-Gon wouldn’t say a word when he woke in the morning and found them tangled together in each other’s arms, tear stains on their cheeks.

Their dream would remain just that, but their vows were real.

Despite the distance that separated them, their hearts would continue on beating, and they’d love each other from afar.

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Satine and Obi-Wan really wrote their own AU here, huh? *sobs*

Thanks for reading!

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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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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year

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Conquered - (10)

The Knight

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Warnings: none

Word count: 1200

Characters: Obiwan and Satine

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Obiwan could tell the journey up ahead was going to be arduous but what he couldn't predict was the attack in their camp by the lake of mermaid tears. Even to think about it and recollect the incident made him feel paranoid because the trail they were walking through was vast with no cover. The feeling lingered, as though ever dark crevice could be the next hole he got dragged into by those beasts.

The sun was up now, easing him a little as he clutched the reins, but there was a ghost in his place, riding the horse aimlessly forward, his eyes constantly scanning their surroundings to be on guard, with a troop half the size he had left the city with.

He closed his eyes for a second, to rest, to forget, to maybe wake up from this nightmare. But instead he could only think of her. Maybe that was his response to everything, to find peace in their time together.

His mind pondered to fill his head with memories of her face as a form of solace, as she laid still, fast asleep, not a queen, just a girl he had known long ago. But the question was if she still yearned for him in the same way. He couldn’t tell anymore. He didn’t wish her goodbye, he didn’t stay a few seconds longer. But now he wanted to run back to her, to ask questions he had held back, to plead her, to give him an answer. To hear her say that he was enough.

The town they were supposed to check up on finally revealed itself. He breathed a tired sigh and so did his men. He looked like he had been drenched in a wet mud pit or atleast he felt like it. His had worn his armour for too long that his skin began to itch and the grime from the journey only made it worse. It benefitted by being a distraction though, to drown the sights and the sounds from the ambush that kept playing in his mind.

He had never witnessed anything like this in his quests before. This was horrifying and the quiver in his finger was annoying. He never felt fear. But now it wrapped around him like a suffocating blanket.

The town was a wasteland, the people were scattered and most shops were closed, this felt like a prank, only everything was real. This place was beyond saving, there was nothing left to protect, his journey was a useless effort. He pulled the reins taut in frustration. As he turned to look at his men, one thing was certain, they needed a night of rest and a place they could tend to their wounds. He had to afford them that much after nearly losing their lives.

The sun had begun to set and his fear intensified. If they turned back, it would mean facing those monsters again. So he pressed on, just when a small boy spotted them, he looked too proper to belong to the crowd that filled the streets. His clothes retained an elegance that only those who belonged to the richer circles wore. His head was covered in a little hat that bore a seal, Obiwan was certain of his deduction.

“Sir knight Obiwan?”, he asked impatiently, his little foot tapping away.

“Yes.”, Obiwan responded tiredly.

“Duchess Satine has been awaiting for your arrival. You’re late.”, he relaid the message quickly.

Obiwan snapped, he had been victim to a vicious attack, travelled days only to end up in this god forsaken town whose ruling duchess now seemed to be quite irksome and he had not even met her yet.

“Take us to her.”, he knew the boy had no part in this, so he held back his chiding.

The boy began to run along and Obiwan lead his troop following his little steps, when they arrived to the gates of the estate had been thrown open for the townsfolk to use. The walls were fortified as though it had been set up to fight dragons and demons, the outer metal treated to be fireproof with embellishments of razor sharp spears. It looked like it was a needed element to lay down the baseline of defense. His anger dissipated. This was something he could make use of.

The estate gardens felt like the heart of this town, it felt more alive that what he had seen before. The boy finally stopped at the entrance to the grand establishment that many aristocrats would not like sharing but all the recent events so far had been unpredictable, so it was only fair that this was too. He prepared himself.

“Mama.”, the boy chirped and Obiwan’s eyes widened. He had been right.

“I’ve brought them here.”, he couldn’t contain his excitement as he ran circles around a woman.

He caught sight of her ears and he drew a sharp breath. She was an elf.

She turned to face him and some part of him wanted to fall face flat in front of her, that he wasn’t worthy of this quest or her attention. He bowed deeply.

“Rise, Sir Obiwan.”, she spoke softly.

“Your reputation forgets to mention that you never arrive on time.”, she said with disdain and the initial sense of magic was now replaced with his annoyance.

“and half your town is missing.”, he chirped with a smile.

“So are your troops.”, she looked beyond him as he clenched his fingers.

“We aren’t all afforded protection. And we weren't warned of possible attacks.”, he grew angry.

“I requested you as an aid to a find a solution. As for the protection, we have done well enough for ourselves.”, she smiled as she tended to a woman by placing a basket of food in her hands, her canines were sharp but her green eyes softened her appearance along with her pale skin and lemon yellow hair.

He was in no mood for a war of words with the Duchess so he dismissed his men to their allocated locations. As for him, he knew well enough how easy sleep came to him so he chose to get a head start of the investigation. She lead him through the garden pathways around her estate that had her people trade with all sorts of armour and stock.

“I have never seen this before.”, he said.

“An aristocrat willing to share their grounds with common folk.”, he admired the setting.

“They are the sole reason I’m an here, it is my duty to protect them.”, she said with an elegant smile. It resonated with him, because he was the same.

“We seal the entry gates when the sun sets. It is usually around when the beasts begin to prowl.”, she elaborated on their set ups and procedures.

"And it was also why my son had a sense of urgency. He is scared of the dark.", she added and he couldn't blame the child. Being a knight himself, he wasn't sure how well he was going to rest.

But when he saw her, he was entranced, by efficiency to make do with the resources she had to battle an unknown threat.

She however never met his gaze and her demeanor suggested that she wasn’t quite pleased with his presence to which he wasn't sure why.

“Sorry, have I done something wrong?”, he asked to which she narrowed her eyes.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”, she asked and waited for his reply but he couldn't quite place her.

“That’s what I thought, always the same, you lot.”, she threw him an icy glare which he wasn’t quite pleased to receive being certain he had never met her before.

“I don’t agree with your accusation.”, he said feeling offended.

“Says the man who couldn’t quite keep his word. Isn’t that your whole appeal, as a knight and all?”, she furrowed her brows.

He huffed.

Why was it so hard to just make conversation with her.

But seeing that his actions were genuine, she sighed. “You said you would come back.”, she said. He stroked his beard, when parts of a memory were returning to him in bits and pieces.

“But I should have known better.”, her faced contorted with anger.

“It was weak of me to want a saviour so I became my own.”, she said standing tall with a smug grin when it clicked.

“You.”, he whipped, eyes wide, not able to believe that after all this time, it had lead him back to her.

It was as though he was seeing her for the first time. This was all a misunderstanding. He was going to come back and put an end to the circumstance she was in, to free her. But fate had other plans for him.

“On our way back, my master was killed in an ambush.”, he recollected the events of that night from years ago.

“And I was lost for awhile after that. His death was too much to process.”, he still felt the grief in smaller manageable waves now but it still hurt him.

“Oh”, she sounded rather taken aback.

“I hadn’t known.”, she said softly and he turned to her. A new resolve taking root in his heart.

“But my word still remains.”, he stopped, thinking back to the promise he had given to her.

“I will help you resolve this new…threat.”, he looked at the fence, beyond which he could hear noises that were not animal nor human, so foreign it made his body squirm.

She nodded, as though she had forgiven him and her eyes lingered on his features for a second longer before she changed the subject.

“Now that our little reminiscence is finished, do take a bath.”, she drawled unenthused.

“You look rather disgusting.”, she raised her eyebrow and gave him a tight lipped smile before walking away.

He couldn’t understand what this feeling was. This sudden surge of irritance and annoyance but also, admiration. He removed his glove to touch his cheek, his fingers came away with dirt, ash and dried blood. He sighed, he did need a bath. But as he watched her walk away, there was a shift he didn't expect. He wanted to follow her and hear all the quips she had for him again.

#obiwan kenobi #obi wan my beloved #obi wan imagine #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan #obiwan x fluff #obi wan series #obi wan x satine #obitine

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notaghost3 · 7 months

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I was trying SO hard to have some new stuff out for Obitine Week, but time got away from me (although a Just the Two of Us update *might* be done in time) So instead- here’s a list of my Obitine fics that I have published!!

Just the Two of Us- Fun, lighthearted Obi-Wan and Satine sneaking around trying to find a moment to spend together and LIVING for the gossip of Anakin/Padme (and most recently left off on an unplanned *cough* planned *cough* double date👀)

Magnets- Obi-Wan and Satine sneak off to a CLOSET during a Senate gala (I love this one SO much, probably my fav Obitine oneshot I’ve done)

The Stars Between Us- Obi-Wan and Satine pine for each other across the stars🥹 themes of loving someone long distance

It’ll Take a Little Time to Let You Go- a character study in which Obi-Wan and Satine negotiate the terms of their friendship after Satine admitted that she loved him during Voyage of Temptation

you don’t have to be sorry (for leaving and growing up)- ANGST with Satine staring at Obi-Wan from across the table at a dinner party after having not seen him for years and dwelling on her decision to not tell him about Korkie

Gilded Lily (haven’t I given enough?)- as Satine lays dying, she considers her legacy

Goodnight My Someone- complete and utter fluff with lil boy Korkie as Satine tells him a bedtime story

Braids in the Meadow- OBI-WAN BRAIDS SATINE’S HAIR DURING YEAR ON THE RUN (nuf said)

Duty- *technically* a story about Obi-Wan and baby Luke but intertwined with Obi-Wan remembering baby Korkie and Satine ANGST

Hopefully the oneshot I’m working on will be finished in time for Halloween….

#week of obitine #Obitine week #Obitine week 2023 #obi wan and satine #satine kryze #duchess satine kryze #duchess satine #obitine #obitine fic #obi wan kenobi #Star Wars #star wars fic #tcw

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[weekofobitine] "Peace" | Preview #1

Because if I keep debating this, I might not post it at all. Here's a peek for @weekofobitine:

And in a fleeting moment of peace in between contractions, his hand would reach for the swell of her bare belly, round all over, soft, and warm to the touch. He would seek out the signs of life that had formed within, like the steady thumping of a heartbeat, and then another, hers, thundering in the background. And as her belly would tighten underneath his touch, indicating that a contraction was nearing, he would know that the moment of peace had come to an end yet again. The little mysterious world that resided within her fascinated the Jedi padawan. She fascinated him. He waited by her side as she labored and felt in awe of her, how she had spent her pregnancy rebuilding Mandalore while simultaneously growing life within her womb. It seemed typical of her, for if she did anything easily, it was nothing at all. The newly constructed dome over Sundari seemed like a grander scale model of her expectant abdomen, how it grew in a similar way, curved and wide, to protect a world that she felt so fiercely protective over. And inside her womb, another world existed where their child formed so perfectly in peace that only a mother’s form could provide.

(Updated on 9/17: Here's the actual fic on AO3 now that it's Obitine Week!)

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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.

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