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Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi and Satine Kryze — year on the run | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 and important years at the same time. I love drawing Obi-Wan and Satine because we know so little about what it was, what they went through, and how they 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 as they 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 to stay 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦
(Long hair!Obi-Wan? 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦)
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Obitine YOTR doodle❤️
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I've never really held the "Korkie is a Kenobi" opinion until I rewatched the TCW Rako Hardeen arc...specifically the scene with beardless Obi-Wan. Looks like the concept holds more merit than I previously thought.
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Satine Week 2024 - Day 3: Tears
Rating: General
Word Count: 100
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Satine huddled closer to the fire, her back to both of them.
Qui-Gon was sleeping already. Obi-Wan was deep into his meditation, apparently drawing on the Force to sense any intruders to their little camp before they could get close. (Satine had her doubts, but she wasn’t about to say that.)
For her own part, Satine huddled herself closer to the fire, her back to both of them. Her cloak had ripped, but she still held it tight about herself. The rip was nothing compared to the suffering of her people. The fate of her dead.
Satine’s breath shivered, but she held herself steady. She would not cry.
She would not cry.
(Sorry it's late guys!!)
#Phoenix_Rose#SatineWeek2024#satine kryze#year on the run#star wars#star wars clone wars#100 word drabble#sorry it's a day late!#but better late than never :)
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The Echo and the Stain | ch 25
[Excerpt:]
“Do you miss your parents?” Obi-Wan asked softly.
She thought about it. Habit told her to just say yes, to do the polite thing and give him the answer he was probably looking for; but Satine felt as though she could be honest with him, too, and so she hesitated in thought before finally admitting, “No. I miss the idea of them.”
The padawan’s eyebrows raised slightly and he responded, “The idea of them. Hm.”
“You understand what it feels like to be homesick,” Satine said. “I am sick for all of it. For my home, for my parents. There is an ache that exists deep within me that I cannot cure, and I believe it has always been there from the time that I was a small child. Long before I was ever hurt or made to feel inferior, that ache existed, like a defect from my birth.”
She paused, staring out into thin air.
“Sometimes I wonder if my parents were guilty of all the shortcomings I have accused them of, or were they doomed to fail because I was too difficult to love.”
Obi-Wan’s mouth opened slightly, as though he would have gasped, but he remained quiet. He wanted to reassure her that she was not alone, and that she was not deserving of the self-disdain that she had for herself in this moment; and most of all, he wanted to tell her that she was not difficult to love. She was quite easy to love.
But her behavior was puzzling, as Satine was not emotional.
The Mandalorian girl with hair the color of starlight appeared rather rejected in her body language, slumped forward with her hand resting on her chin. Her jaw was tightly shut and her eyes were now aimed down at the ground where she used the toe of her boot to draw circles in the dirt. Her Force signature was one of resignation and acceptance. There was no warring nature to her when the matter of her lovability was up for debate, for Satine Kryze had accepted a long time ago that she was difficult.
Obi-Wan frowned as he wondered how many people had ever made her feel that way.
Then he bowed his head when he realized that he had been one of them.
Satine failed to notice this as she leaned forward to hug her knees and she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, “I want to be a good daughter, but not at the expense of my own morality. I suppose that has always been the heart of the matter with me.
“You’re lucky, you know,” she said as she tried to sound cheerful. “You don’t have the burden of disappointing your parents. It stays with you, like a stain upon your skin that never fades.”
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Chapter 25 is up.
(That's probably one of my favorite passages I've written about Satine's nature. But this is the venom-mites chapter! So, yeah. Sorry. I just had to capitalize on the opportunity to share that part that I liked so much. :D)
#the echo and the stain#obitine#obi wan x satine#fanfic#obi wan kenobi#satine kryze#duchess satine#year on the run#star wars fanfic#sw fanfic
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Always going back to these idiots !
Another illustration from my fic about the year on the run haha. Satine had to start wearing a pilot suit but ofc she chose one that would compliment her skin tone bc royalty ya know
They’re both very annoyed with each other and we’re here for the banther ! Qui Gon is not so he’s probably trying to escape the raging hormones
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little year on the run doodle
#hi obitine is rotting my brain atm#had you said the word i would have left the order BITCH AGSKJDHF#literally them and only them#star wars#obi wan kenobi#satine kryze#duchess satine#year on the run#rog draws#obitine
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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.
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Chapter 11 is up!
#star wars fanfiction#my fanfiction#obi wan kenobi#satine kryze#qui gon jinn#obitine#year on the run
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Okay but consider:
Obi-Wan and Satine
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What do you think Qui-Gon thought of Satine?
Hmmm... I think he thought of her as idealistic, given the fact Satine's father was a warlord and she was a Mandalorian pressing for peace. Mandalore hadn't seen peace in decades, and definitely in no one's lifetime (maybe Yoda's, but doubtful). Probably didn't agree with her political views for the most part, as he's seen the absolute best and worst of humanity over his five decades at that point.
But I think he probably enjoyed her banter and quick wit, and her ability to keep Obi-Wan from being a total hoe hothead.
I imagine that the times the trio were together, they probably discussed their respective cultures a ton. I can definitely see Satine being a history nerd - I mean canonically, she was studying on Coruscant when the civil war broke out on Mandalore (I don't have the exact source off the top of my head, someone help!) I personally think it's extremely important to have multiple perspectives of history, especially for a politician.
Jedi and Mandalorians have a long, intertwined history and I could see the trio overall really challenging each other's beliefs about their respective cultures. We already see that Satine is more than happy to share her voice, and that definitely came from an early age.
Sidenote - for Obi-Wan and Satine to develop the relationship they did, I believe that Qui-Gon was often gone for long periods of time during the Year on the Run, perhaps gathering allies or infiltrating various political factions, etc.
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Young Ben & Satine ❤️
#star wars#obi wan kenobi#satine kryze#the clone wars#obitine#obi wan x satine#star wars fan art#the clone wars fan art#obitine fan art#duchess of mandalore#duchess satine#padawan kenobi#year on the run#my artwork
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Obitine Week 2023 - Day 4
Today's prompts: Concordia, lightsaber, baby
Tagging @weekofobitine
Rating: G
Summary: "There, in an abandoned mineshaft on the surface of Mandalore’s moon, lay a squalling, pink baby boy, taking his first gulps of air in the arms of Obi-Wan Kenobi." The year on the run lasts a little longer than expected, and the group of three fugitives turns into four.
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Obitine Week 2023, Day 2 - Lady Kryze
Prompt: Castle Kryze
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 554
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The castle had been the Kryze home for generations; the thought of being the first to abandon it made Satine feel ill. Her whole life had been spent in this castle. Leaving it seemed akin to leaving herself.
Satine had never seen a Jedi before, but she had an idea in her mind of what they might look like. The man she was watching from her window fitted it entirely, his brown cloak fluttering in the breeze as he approached, long hair tangling about his face.
She went to the door to greet him, and he bowed. “Lady Kryze.”
“Master Jedi.”
“My name is Qui-Gon Jinn,” he told her.
“Master Jinn.” She watched him for a long moment. “Do you intend to take me from my home?”
“Tonight, no. In the future?” He spread his hands, a perfect picture of uncertainty. “If it is necessary to protect you, then we will have to leave.”
“I see.” She stepped away from the doorway to let him in. “My bedroom is on the second floor. You may take the one across from it.”
He father’s room, once, though she did not tell him that. He gave her a sympathetic look that seemed to know it, anyway, and she turned aside.
The castle had been the Kryze home for generations; the thought of being the first to abandon it made Satine feel ill. Not so ill, of course, that she would throw her life away, but enough that she spent the walk to her bedroom committing everything she walked past to memory. The ballroom, the gardens, the living rooms. The portrait of her great-great-grandmother. The curtains she and Bo had to sew themselves after accidentally destroying the originals.
Her whole life had been spent in this castle. Leaving it seemed akin to leaving herself.
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“Lady Kryze.”
“Master Jinn.”
Three days had passed since the Jedi’s appearance on her doorstep, and she had never seen him show any amount of distress - of any emotion, really, except calm. Right now, he seemed positively rattled.
“My lady,” he said, “I’m afraid we have to leave.”
“Now?” She sat up. She was still in her nightdress, but her armour was waiting for her. “I’ll dress.”
“Of course. Excuse me-”
“Master!”
That was a new voice. A young voice, coming from the hallway. Satine jolted at it, reaching under her pillow for a blaster.
“My padawan,” Master Jinn said. “My student.”
Satine blinked. She’d heard nothing of a student.
“I left him behind, tracking the movements of a bounty hunter. Apparently I was correct, and they were dispatched to kill you.”
“Master.” The owner of the voice appeared at the doorway with Jinn. “Forgive me, Duchess. Master, we have to go now. Is there a back way out?”
“Yes,” Satine told him. “I’ll take you.”
“Good.” He looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time, and noticed her undress. His ears flushed red. “I- Sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“It’s fine. Guard the door and I’ll dress.”
“Yes, of course.” He bowed awkwardly and turned fast enough to give himself whiplash.
It was, of course, entirely foolish to think of anything other than the buckles of her armour.
However. Satine knew her armour like the back of her hand, and she knew how to put it on without concentrating, and she absolutely had enough of her mind free to notice that this strange padawan had lovely eyes and a rather sweet blush, and overall - if one ignored the hair - was rather…
Well.
He’d be pleasant company, at least.
Tagging: @weekofobitine
#Phoenix_Rose#Obitine Week 2023#satine kryze#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#star wars#obitine#year on the run#first meeting#(sorry it's late! I forgot to queue last night for when I was at uni XD)#(the other two will be posted through the evening to not swamp everyone)
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[WIP Wednesday] "The Echo and the Stain"
An excerpt from the next chapter of my Obi-Wan/Satine year on the run fic:
When he turned back to face her and shook off a bit of fatigue from his body, lowering back into position, Obi-Wan could see Satine’s nostrils flare with anger as she was hovering in place, rocking on the balls of her feet, waiting to pounce.
She headed right into the fight and threw an aggressive right hook at his face. He dodged it and grasped her right arm before it lowered back to her side, twisting it behind her so that the movement forced her to turn with her back to him. He held her arm against her lower back, tightly, feeling her squirm under his control.
In the stance, Satine still held power and Obi-Wan knew this and refused to disable her completely. His feet were in a wide stance, and he expected her to slide one of her legs in a swift motion to knock him off balance, bringing him to the ground in a breathless tumble. He was surprised when instead, feeling her labored breathing on her front side, her free arm reached up and he felt her hand grasp the side of his head. Like a reflex, his other hand reached for her front side, coming to rest on the flat plane of her lower abdomen.
Their pulses racing and their skin aflame with passion and adrenaline, they both remained still and seconds passed like agonizing minutes.
Satine’s fingers were damp from the sweat of his hair as she stroked his skull, and in return, Obi-Wan’s palm inched down to her navel. His mouth grew close to her ear where she could feel his breath against her skin, and when his grip on her arm at the small of her back tightened as he yanked her back against his front, she moaned softly and he found himself turned on at the sound.
It was innocent and debauched all at once, and he wanted to ruin her and protect her all at the same time. The way his hand rested against her was unlike the way he had helped her swim on Takodana, or unlike how he had carried her to safety on Malastare. This was not a purposeful claim on her body to keep her afloat or hold her close for safety. This was selfish and needy and possessive, and his mouth trembled with the desire to kiss her upon her neck and taste her, as her skin glistened with sweat from her exertion.
Suddenly, Satine turned around as his grip on her arm had grown weak and the flushed cheeks of her own desires gave her away. Her pupils dilated as she stared back at him, and her lips parted just the slightest amount, longing to be kissed by him.
“I think we should talk,” Obi-Wan said slowly, softly, as he reached for her hands where they rested at her sides.
But the tenderness she displayed one moment began to disappear the next, as Satine tempered her emotions and refused to acknowledge the longing that she felt. Instead, she shook his hands away from her own and stepped back to glare up at him from between her fists as she positioned them before her and muttered, “Finish the fight first.”
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Woooooooo.. anyway. :)
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Year on the Run: Braids in the Meadow
To say her hair had become unmanageable was an understatement.
She had always kept her hair neat and trimmed and short. It just made more sense that way, it was more practical and that’s how her mother’s hair had been and her sister’s hair had been…
Her sister…
She allowed herself a moment of reflection before pulling herself back into the moment.
Her whole family’s hair had been short so why shouldn’t hers be?
She supposed it would be short if she had any means other than her protector’s lightsabers to cut it…besides there was no way she was letting one of those things that near to her.
“Having trouble?”
She rolled her eyes as she tugged out another twig from her tangled locks.
“Always so perceptive…” she droned, already tired of dealing with her longer hair and much too tired to deal with Kenobi’s commentary.
“Actually…I came to help if you’d like?”
At that, Satine stopped and turned to look at him where he stood behind her across the meadow by a few steps.
“Help? Have you found a pair of shears by chance?”
He chuckled at that, shaking his head as he came closer.
“Here, turn back around.”
She was not one to follow orders but, she obliged.
Anything to get her hair off her mind.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his fingertips against her scalp, gently combing through her hair, sectioning it carefully. He took his time to let his touch linger on the nape of her neck and on the ridges of her spine as he continued downward.
“There…all fixed, and much better for outrunning bounty hunters.”
She let her hand run down her head to the hem of her hair, fingers tracing the delicate weaving.
“You braided it?” She said as she turned around, her tone much softer than before.
He shrugged, his cheeks giving way to a pinkish tint.
“I’ve had a lot of practice, sadly it’s about the only thing I know how to do…”
He was still talking, definitely about Jedi customs, something about the little bands they used?
She wasn’t listening.
Instead she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, effectively shutting him up long enough for him to pause for a moment.
“Thank you,” she whispered, smiling.
He wore that boyish grin of his, ears just as pink as his cheeks.
“Oh! One more thing…” he said, eyes darting around until they landed on a white wildflower growing up out of the grass.
He plucked it and then brought it up to tuck behind her ear and into her braid.
“Now it’s perfect.”
Long hair was not for her, Satine knew that, but she could get used to braids…yes she quite liked braids.
#duchess satine kryze#Obitine#Obi wan kenobi#Satine Kryze#year on the run#fic#obi wan and satine#Star Wars#the clone wars#tcw obi wan
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