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antianakin · 4 months

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Hello, do you have an AO3 account? Because I saw a thing on here about you writing an arranged Marriage AU for Obitine and I am interested. (Even though I don't think Obitine should be a thing. Maybe a fleeting crush when they were young brought one by being on the run together. But not much more.)

I mean, I DO have an AO3 account, but it's pretty exclusively for READING fics as opposed to WRITING fics. I don't really... write fics, I guess. I've done the AU posts here, but you'll notice that none of those are really... in prose. There's no dialogue, it's primarily just a recounting of events. And that's about as far as my creative writing skills really go.

The Obitine Arranged Marriage AU is something I wrote up on Tumblr, and you can find it here. I ALSO dislike Obitine and don't think it should be a thing and that's actually exactly why I wrote the AU, to explore what a relationship between them might have actually looked like and just how miserable and disastrous it would've been for both of them. What fleeting feelings had been there from their teenage hormones would NOT have lasted very long when up against some of the outside pressures they'd have faced.

The major thing I wanted to do in that AU was sort-of make something that went AGAINST a lot of the more popular tropes I see with Obi-Wan. So not only does it explicitly look at how BAD this relationship with Satine would be because of how badly matched their personalities are, it ALSO explicitly has Obi-Wan not at all happy in Mandalorian culture. He's not accepted within it and it's SO vastly different from Jedi culture that he can't be truly comfortable within it. He assimilates as much as he is required to as Satine's spouse, but he doesn't LIKE it much and tries to hold onto as much of his Jedi culture as he can, regardless of how uncomfortable it might make Satine or the other Mandalorians feel.

I tried to make the AU not like... a demonization of Satine, but she doesn't come off well in it, either. I'm not a huge fan of her character and I'm especially not a fan of her relationship with Obi-Wan. I am personally of the opinion that the way that relationship is written sort-of ruins Obi-Wan as a character in many ways, and that feeling absolutely comes across in this AU. Satine is... prioritizing other things in the AU above Obi-Wan, and while that can be an admirable trait on its own, it becomes very clear that it has an adverse effect on her personal relationship with someone she asked to make a major sacrifice for her. And as that relationship continues to dissolve and sour, she gets defensive because she's a teenager under immense amounts of political pressure and something has to give and she decides to let it be her relationship with Obi-Wan.

This is kind-of an exploration of exactly why this kind of relationship DOES NOT WORK unless both parties are particularly willing to enter into this dynamic. Satine CANNOT prioritize Obi-Wan over her people and her duty, but she married him, and Obi-Wan had certain expectations about how that would look that are completely unmet, which lea ds to resentment and frustration on both sides. Obi-Wan is also just someone who isn't going to be happy sitting on the sidelines doing nothing, so this dynamic works extremely badly for him in a way it may not for someone else.

Satine does ultimately come around and start to realize just how much damage she's done and tries to make amends, but in many ways it's too late. Obi-Wan is TRYING and Satine is TRYING, but they just. Can't. Connect. They can't understand each other now that they're not within the relatively simpler situation of being on the run for their lives, and that inability to see from each other's perspectives rips them apart.

All that to say that if you do not like Obitine, the Obitine Arranged Marriage AU is probably for you lol.

#star wars #obi-wan kenobi #obitine critical #obitine arranged marriage au #satine critical #satine kryze critical #if ships are important to you then the two ships that i end up putting into this au are codywan and quinobi #(and a side of vox i think. i can't recall if i mention it explicitly in the post but if not then know that it's there in my head)#the codywan is asexual but the quinobi is not #both relationships would probably be on the aro spectrum because. ya know. jedi #the AU DOES technically also deal with anakin and anidala and is - obviously - critical towards both #and finally it is also a happy fix-it au because i put obi-wan thru a lot and wanted him to be allowed to be happy at the end

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duchessofhandalore · 1 year

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I promise I am very normal about The Duchess Satine.

I definitely haven’t seen every TCW episode with Satine over and over again instead of watching other TCW episodes. I don’t have 26 tabs of Satine centric fanfiction open in my phone browser right now, and I’m certainly not writing a Satine fic to deal with my stress. I did not get the Obi-wan and Satine track at the top of my “on repeat” Spotify playlist. I definitely don’t have a to scale replica of Satine’s portrait that she has hanging in her palace. My user name is definitely not a pun on Duchess of Mandalore. I’m extremely normal about her. Extremely.

#that is a lie #I am very hyperfixated on Satine #she is so cool and interesting and I love her #she deserves sm better #why wasn’t she mentioned in the mandalorian s3?#Satine erasure is so real and im unreasonably sad about it #duchess satine #satine kryze #I love her and Obi-wan together but I also love her without that relationship #obitine

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swbumblebee · 2 years

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Plo smiled to himself as he tread the familiar route towards his favourite place in the temple, clutching his alternate mask that allowed him to drink with his partner-in-time-travel, he was headed to Mace’s flat and his usual spot on the other man’s sofa that was calling his name.

It had been A Day, and he was looking forward to one of their, now rather frequent, evenings chatting and drinking together on the sofa.

Giving off a strong “Notice me not” in the force he was running the gauntlet trying to not to be waylaid by requests, well wishers or complaints that often followed council members around. Nearly there, he faltered when he felt the welcome presence of one Obi-Wan Kenobi, coming his way.

He was about to let down his own shields when he paused, taking note of Obi-Wan’s companion and remaining where he was.

“So you’re sure you’re not coming? It’ll be fuun” The voice was not one Plo was terribly familiar with, slightly coy in tone and raising at the end to a singsong, clearly trying to wheedle Plo’s boy into something.

“Oh I’m sure it will, but I can’t I’m afraid…I have Anakin now you know, and I just need to get a few things done”.

Obi-Wan’s polite reply was laced with the tiniest of tiny amounts of irritation, and Plo decided to make himself known.

Rounding the corner he was surprised to see Knight Amran was the speaker. The tall, built Zabrak was standing close to Obi-Wan, one arm leaning against the wall of the corridor over the young Jedi’s slightly shorter frame.

“ Aww really?”

“Yes I’m quite sure.” Came the short, firm reply as Obi-Wan straightened up and began walking again, forcing the other being to catch up. Plo smiled.

Nice try Amran.

“Master Plo!” he was startled out of his rather smug thoughts by the cheerful greeting of his young friend. Knight Amran took a few startled paces away from him, to Plo’s intense amusement.

“Good afternoon Obi-Wan, Knight Amran” he greeted with a smile and a bow.

“Master”

“Obi-Wan, I believe Master Drallig is waiting for you for latemeal” he informed the pair. No harm in reminding the bold Zabrak who Obi-Wan’s friends were.

“Er…thank you Master, I had better get moving”. The young knight’s response was accompanied by a archly amused and knowing sense in the force as he bowed to his companions in goodbye. “Give my regards to Master Windu” he finished with a small knowing smirk.

Cheeky brat.

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Plo set his second glass down.

“You’ll never guess who I saw Obi-Wan with earlier.” He asked, without waiting for a response “Knight Amran, who was very keen to spend some time with him.”

Mace looked at him flatly.

“You really do need to stop eavesdropping.”

“I wasn’t! I was just walking!”

Plo received a dubious look from his partner, who took a thoughtful sip of his wine.

“Hmm yes I have noticed Amran sniffing around” the Korrun Master replied with a sniff of distain. “They're far too old for Obi-Wan. They should know better.”

Plo snorted at his friend’s overprotectiveness.

“Obi-Wan's only a few years younger. There’s no harm in it” he said, bemused. The other man simply frowned.

“Besides, we both know Obi-Wan can more than take care of himself in…that sort of department.” Plo finished, trying to find the words without scarring himself or his companion.

“Yes thank you I’d rather not think about that” Mace grumbled, taking a very large gulp of his wine whilst Plo laughed.

Padawan Kenobi had been ‘a bit of a go-er’ in his late teens. Much to his Master’s distress. Plo knew Qui-Gon endured many sleepless nights worrying about his precious Padawan’s evening companions.

“But it’s matters of the heart I worry about. You know what he’s like!” Mace continued, rubbing his hand over his bald head.

Plo could give him that. Their soft-hearted friend did tend to fall in love with his entire being. They both remembered the shattered pieces of Master Kenobi after the Mandalore Incident, that first time around.

“Yes well Padawan Tachi and the Duchess are well behind him now, that’ll of course be different this time as soon as we get rid of that damned Maul, and in a few years he’ll meet his Commander and that’ll be that.” Plo said confidently.

“Oh ‘that’ll be that’ will it?” Mace teased “Alright, they did make a nice couple” he conceded after a whack from his confidant.

“You just liked Cody because he bullied Obi-Wan about staying safe” Plo retorted.

“I did” Mace admitted into his wine. “He was good for him. Much better than Vos, or Force forbid Amran, anyway.”

“I like Vos” Plo defended the cheerful Kiffar.

“He’s a troublemaker” Mace groused.

Plo privately thought there were very few people Mace deemed good enough for Obi-Wan, certainly nobody who could compare to the diligent, professional, practical standards of Commander Cody.

But then, they were both a bit biased towards the clones.

“Hopefully this time they’ll be able to settle down. It’ll be nice to have Cody and the vode in the family.”

“That would be nice” Mace murmured, cradling his glass. “But perhaps as far as romance goes, we’d better make sure Anakin pays more attention in his Health and Hygiene lectures this time around. At least emphasise the importance of basic pre-natal care!”

Plo groaned. To think that last time so much of the galaxy imploding was down to a naïve young couple who never thought to get reassurance from a trained healer, was incredibly frustrating.

“Young people are so stupid!” he sighed.

Mace laughed and raised his glass in a toast.

“Agreed.”

#Space Dads Go Time Travelling #obi-wan kenobi #mace windu #plo koon #obi-wan fanfic #knight kenobi #codywan #obitine #obi-wan/siri #obi-wan/quinlan vos #all ships are mentions only though!

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fanfic-phoenix · 7 months

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Obitine Week 2023, Day 3 - Stalemate

Prompt: Decisions

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 167

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The problem of Anakin and Padmé, Satine gathered, was that neither of them were brave enough to confide in Obi-Wan, and that Obi-Wan wasn’t willing to push.

“I’m considering telling Anakin about…” Obi-Wan waved his hand expressively.

“Everything?” Satine questioned the wisdom of that, personally, but was rather too content to feel more than slightly perturbed. Obi-Wan’s chest was working well as a pillow, he was stroking her hair with soothing regularity, and any time he stayed past midnight, she counted it as a victory.

“Maybe not everything,” he said. “Just… Enough that he considers mentioning Padmé.”

“Ah.”

The problem of Anakin and Padmé, Satine gathered, was that neither of them were brave enough to confide in Obi-Wan, and that Obi-Wan wasn’t willing to push. Only to hint, and occasionally probe, and sometimes look like he wanted to ask something. The three of them were locked in stalemate, despite the fact that - from where Satine was sitting - none of them had made a move.

“What would you tell him, then?”

“I…” Obi-Wan sighed. She could feel the shift of his chest against her ear. “I’m not sure.”

“Well,” she said, “you’ve time to decide.”

Tagging: @weekofobitine

#Phoenix_Rose #Obitine Week 2023 #satine kryze #obi wan kenobi #Mentioned Anidala #star wars #obitine #nice and short :)

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xxlittle0birdxx · 2 years

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The best possible opening scene for Obi-Wan Kenobi next week:

An unconscious Obi-wan lies on a bunk in a darkened cabin on a ship. He has bacta patches over the worst of the burns. His lightsaber sits on top of his patched/mended clothing. There’s another person sitting in the shadows, with a silhouette that looks like clone armor

Obi-wan wakes up, and the other person takes off his helmet. He’s a Mandalorian. “My mother would kick my ass from Krownest to Concordia to Kalevala and from one end of Sundari to the other if I let anything happen to you.” He leans forward into a circle of dim light, revealing light red hair and grey-blue eyes. “If she weren’t a committed pacifist.” He pauses, touching the small white flower painted on his pauldron. “Or dead.”

Obi-wan stares at the flower. “Who was your mother?” he asks, as if he doesn’t already know, hearing the last thing she ever said to him echo in his head.

“Duchess Satine Kryze.”

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi show #korkie kryze #korkie is a kenobi #mentioned satine kryze #obitine #pipe dreams

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lightasthesun · 2 years

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I know Hayden watched the clone wars but I really wanna know if Ewan did too... Does he know about Satine? Does he know about Obi-Wans history with Maul? Does he know about Obi-Wans traumatic experiences outside of the movies? Does he know about Ahsoka aside from her existence? Does he know about the Clones and Jedi being friends? Companions? Partners?

#No Cody mention in the show.. Sus but okay.#No Satine mention however?? That's canon.#I hate how the animated shows are barely ever mentioned in live action #It's all canon or so we're told #Stop treating it like two different timelines...#obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #codywan #satine kryze #Ewan mcgregor #The clone wars #Darth maul #Jedi #Star wars #Obi-Wan Kenobi show #Obitine

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mandogab · 2 years

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Korkie Kryze [tcw au]

Role-play

Satine Kryze – lioness

Fenn Rau – me

“…remember when Korkie called you buir…?” Satine asked.

He looked at her with a smile and nodded, remembering perfectly. “...I couldn't forget.”

“I only wish he could have continued to do so,” she smiled.

“Call me buir?” Fenn raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” she replied sadly, “I just… wanted so bad for him to have that comfort…”

“You know I never forbade him to do that. I wouldn't mind if he still called me buir,” he smiled.

“He always thought you were his buir,” she smiled back, “uncle didn’t make sense to him when he was so young.” She paused, “…I always discouraged him from referring to me as his mother… I always wondered if that was a mistake… I wanted… so bad to be ‘mommy’…”

“You are his mother, it doesn't matter if you gave birth to him or not, he is your son and always will be,” he told her. “If he wants to call you that, let him, just like I let Kala,” he smiled. “And Korkie... he is like a son to me, I love him like my own son.”

“I was just… trying to protect him… what would they say if they knew I had the jetti’s son… auntie kept him safe… kept speculation away…” she sighed.

“I know, I understand,” he said quietly. “But... maybe it's time for him to know the truth?”

She sighed again, “… what if he hates me… for it…”

“He won't,” he assured her, pulling her close to hug her.

She rested her head against his chest, “he’s going to think you’re his father… you were there for everything.”

“I was like his... adoptive father, he'll understand,” he told her. “He's a smart kid.”

“He… looks like his father… doesn’t he…”

#satine kryze #duchess satine kryze #fenn rau #protector fenn rau #korkie kryze #korkie kryze is kenobi #kala is fenn's adoptive adult daughter #headcanon ofc #obi wan kenobi #mentioned #obitine #fenn and satine are best friends #korkie is 15 yo here

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phoenixyfriend · 4 months

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MOST COMPELLING

Link to the "Most Narratively Likely" poll

#satine kryze #korkie kryze #bo katan kryze #obitine #obi wan kenobi #the clone wars #star wars #teen pregnancy mention #phoenix polls

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notaghost3 · 2 years

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Ok, in a last ditch attempt, I think the only way we could get a Satine crumb out of the Kenobi finale is someone asking him why he chose the name Ben 😭😭😭

#I don’t think it’s gonna happen #maybe if they do a season 2 #I’ll hold out hope for a Mando season 3 mention #obi wan kenobi spoilers #Obi wan kenobi #Obitine #satine kryze #duchess satine kryze

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navree · 2 years

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“amelie you’ve got a lonelyeyes fic you’re so close to completing how about you just work on that tonight-” no, more star wars.

#personal #apologies to everyone but the lack of satine mention rankled me a wee bit #and it in turn LAUNCHED me back into obitine hell and i am prepared to make that everyone's problem

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nageill · 2 years

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Attachments

Notes: Ah, young love. Oh, isn’t it...such a pain in the keister?

Wow, I didn’t expect this to be so long! Apparently, this young padawan has a lot of thoughts about attachments to a particular snarky padawan returning with his master from a protect mission to Mandalore.

Fandom(s): Star Wars. Character(s): Jedi OCs, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi mentioned. Words: 2,105.

Having the Jedi return back to the Temple after a successful mission was always a joyful occasion. While an all-out celebration was not held normally, there was a certain excited bustling around the Temple, the atmosphere brighter. It was infectious, especially among the padawans.

Ris was no exception.

From the moment the sun rose in the morning, Ris was busy preparing for Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi’s return from Mandalore. The pair had been away for nearly a full year, protecting a young dignitary to the star system.

Nearly every day they were on their assignment, Ris desperately missed Obi-Wan. To the extent others at the Temple teased her, particularly fellow padawans and the younglings. Almost every day, she asked her Master and checked with others to see if there was any word from Master Qui-Gon or from Kenobi. Everyone knew the pair were close since they were younglings, and Ris always tried her best to make everyone feel welcomed at the Temple.

But it was clear to the Masters, particularly her own, today was extra special for padawan.

She brushed her hair and pulled it back into a neat bun, her braid freshly done, her boots polished to a military shine, her robes cleaned. She usually made treats weekly for the younglings and returning Jedi, and she actually made a batch of sweet-sand cookies especially just for Obi. One not knowing the occasion might just presume she was to meet before the Council to start the trials rather than greeting an old friend.

And yet, when the young padawan saw her dear friend, she could…sense something was different within Obi-Wan. It puzzled Ris. What was this feeling she could sense from him? It was something new, something she never felt from Obi-Wan.

But she soon learned the reason for the feeling, however: Satine.

Satine was the young dignitary Quin-Gon and Obi-Wan were assigned to protect. The Duchess of Mandalore. Although Ris never visited the star system, she knew of it, having spent so many nights in the Archives reading up on the history of the galaxy, particularly, yes, if it seemed to involve those she was closest to.

At first, when Obi-Wan kept speaking about the Mandolarian duchess and their journeys, they were around the other Padawans. Ris anxiously awaited until there was a moment to steal him alone after dinner, heading down into their old familiar spot in the Archives. Finally, now they could talk about anything but–

–STILL SATINE!

Normally, Ris would love to hear every detail about Obi-Wan’s adventures with Qui-Gon, but now, she just felt a strange sensation come over her the more her friend chatted about the duchess. It was something she never experienced before. It wasn’t anger or annoyance (though, yes, they did accompany this new emotion), but whatever it was, Ris deep down knew it was just wrong. Still, she couldn’t help the way she felt in the moment.

“Satine! Satine! Satine!” Ris finally snapped, interrupting him mid-sentence, throwing up her hands in exasperation. “My stars, Obi, if you miss the duchess so much, why don’t you just go back to Mandalore!” she declared.

She expected him to get the hint to change the subject, or at the very least, Ris expected an apology for upsetting her, maybe even a tease with that damned smirk of his, but instead, there was a pause, and reaching out with the Force, Ris could feel a sense of longing from her fellow padawan.

Apparently, yes, he seemed to wish that.

It shocked her. She stared at him for a moment, trying to wrap her head around her swirling thoughts and emotions. They were bubbling to the surface. What was happening to her? She felt hurt. It was as though he slapped her across the face.

She clenched her jaw and tightened her hands into fists, her nails lightly digging into her skin as an effort to distract her from the hot pain coursing through her, but it did little to help. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“You… Confound you, Kenobi!” Ris spat, louder than she meant to in the quiet space. “I have not seen you in nearly a cycle, and all you can think about is that–that–that duchess!” She let out a shaky breath, releasing her fists at her sides, thankfully managing not to cry, but almost growing dizzy from the intense emotion. “Maybe next time Master Coul and I will be the ones sent out, at least I know I won’t leave anyone behind to worry about me!” She took the small tin of baked sweets from the pocket inside her sleeve and flung it to the floor before turning and racing back to her chambers before the tears finally fell.

She did not care who heard her, who saw her; hell, the young padawan did not even glance back to see Obi-Wan’s reaction to her outburst. She did not stop until she came to her room and flung herself upon her bed. Now alone and within the shelter of her own room, the young girl began to weep.

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Phyllon just finished conversing with Qui-Gon Jinn and was heading outside for an evening stroll when he noticed his padawan running past him. One did not need a strong connection with the Force to tell she was upset.

He sighed heavily. He…had a pretty good idea of why Ris was so upset. After all, he just spoke to Qui-Gon himself; the fellow Jedi Master confided in him how ‘fond’ his padawan was over the duchess. Phyllon knew the news would upset his own padawan when she found out. It was an issue long overdue he needed to speak with Ris about, Phyllon had been delaying it himself, perhaps hoping the problem would sort itself out, maybe in a peaceful matter, one that wouldn’t leave his young padawan hurt… But deep down, Phyllon knew it was unlikely. Still, he hoped for Ris’ sake, it was not something she’d have to deal with right now, let her experience a little bit of happiness before learning the harsh truth, but it seems that was not what the Force intended for her.

He would speak to Qui-Gon about it tomorrow, but for right now, he needed to attend to his padawan.

With a heavy heart, Phyllon came to her room, lightly tapping on her door.

“Go away!” came Ris’ reply from the other side. Her voice was hoarse. He could tell she had been crying. Another heavy sigh left him.

Poor girl. She was thirteen, and though she did not yet know it, she just suffered her first heartbreak.

Still suffering, Phyllon reminded himself. He, too, had been young once. It was a difficult lesson most Jedis must learn. It would be his first time teaching it, however, and even though he knew it was inevitable, it did not lessen the burden.

“Ris, it is me,” he spoke gently. “May I come in?”

A sniffle was heard inside her room before he heard her mumble a ‘yes’, and he entered.

She was seated on her bed, staring down at the floor, her hands fiddling with her braid. Her pain was so intense, it was almost palpable. She did not meet his gaze, not even when he sat down next to her, her shoulders shaking with every silent restrained sob.

Oh, his poor little bird. How he wished he could have spared her this.

For a moment, Phyllon sat there in silence with Ris, mentally debating on how to start the conversation. He quietly cleared his throat. “I thought you would have been in the Archives with Kenobi,” he began, “You were so excited to see him.”

“Kenobi’s a jerk,” she grumbled.

A weak smile tugged at his lips. He knew she did not mean it. That was the pain talking. “Oh? What happened?” he asked, trying to give her the chance to vocalize her feelings on her own.

She shrugged, idly rocking her feet back and forth, her eyes glued to the floor. “He just is,” she insisted. “I’m mad at him.”

He silently chuckled. “Your thoughts deceive you, my young padawan.”

It was her turn to sigh. “I know, I know. Anger leads to the Dark Side,” she dully responded.

“While you are not wrong, yes, anger does, but…no. I know you are not really angry with Kenobi.”

“Yes, I am!” she argued, turning her head to look up at her master, preparing to launch into a passionate speech about how she was feeling when she caught sight of his calm expression. She glanced back down, her hands now gripping the edge of her bed, frowning. “I want to be angry with him.”

“I know.” He carefully ran his hand through her curly brown hair in a paternal fashion, trying to give her some comfort.

The action was soothing to the girl, her eyes fell shut as she deeply breathed in and out like during meditations. When she opened them again, her gaze returned to the floor. “...Why am I not angry with him?” she asked her mentor as much as she did herself.

“Because that anger is only a byproduct of what you are really feeling, Ris,” Phyllon explained. “What you are feeling is jealousy.”

Her head snapped up at that, and she frowned. “Jealous? Of what, Master? I’m not jealous. Master Qui-Gon and Obi were only doing their duties as Jedi. We go off on missions, too. I’m not jealous he went to Mandalore.”

“I did not say you were jealous of his mission nor of him, Ris,” he corrected, his voice still gentle. “You’re jealous because someone else is special to him.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but she shut it, frowning, almost pouting. Once again, Phyllon Coul was correct. There was something about him framing the emotion in this context that clicked for Ris. More tears welled up in her eyes. “I thought about him every day!” she confessed, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep herself from crying. “I–I missed him. Didn’t he miss me?”

Though not in the same way as his young padawan, Phyllon felt his own heart ache at her innocent, earnest question. He frowned, stroking her hair. “I’m sure he did, little one,” he tried to assure her.

“No, he didn’t,” she whimpered, rubbing at her eyes furiously, but they only refilled with even more tears. “If he did, he’d… He–He only talks about Satine!” Ris added, her voice almost cracking with emotion. “Why…Why does this hurt so bad?...”

A heavy sigh came from him. “For the same reason Kenobi speaks of Duchess Satine so much,” Phyllon answered her honestly. It did not escape his notice the way she flinched at the Mandolorian’s name. “Kenobi…Kenobi is ‘attached’ to the Duchess,” he explained gently. “The same as you are with him.”

Hearing this, Ris looked back to her Jedi Master horrified.

“Don’t fret, Ris. I know what the elders say about attachments. You are not doomed to fall to the Dark Side just because you have attachments. Attachments are normal, Ris. It is not evil or wrong to care about others… You and Kenobi grew up together. It was only natural you would become attached. It is not being attached that is the problem. It is selfishness, possession, and jealousy. They lead you down the path to the Dark Side.”

There was a moment of silence between them, and Phyllon gave pause, allowing Ris time to absorb his words, to ponder them if she wished, to think of any questions she should have.

“Master Coul?”

“Yes?”

“Does it ever stop hurting?”

“It will, in time,” he assured her.

Though a part of him still felt pain from the fact she was currently hurting, he was encouraged she would stay in the Light. Ris’ heart was both her greatest strength and weakness. It could be difficult to navigate such strong emotions, but he had faith his padawan would find her way.

“It will,” he repeated. “Now, it’s late. You should rest.”

Normally, Ris would beg to stay up just a little longer to read more at the Archives, but tonight, even she had to admit it to herself, she was exhausted. “Yes, Master.” He smiled and gently patted her on the shoulder, wishing her a peaceful sleep, before leaving her room. Using the Force, she turned off the glowpanel in her room and lies down on her bed. She sighs heavily, staring up at the ceiling.

“...Goodnight, Obi… Welcome back,” she murmured the words she longed to say all day before shutting her eyes and trying to sleep.

#Ephiny writes #fandom: Star Wars #muse: Ris Daibhéid #muse: Phyllon Coul #Attachments #Star Wars fanfic #one-sided Obi-Wan x OC #Obitine/ Obi-Wan x Satine mention #graphics by Ephiny

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weekofobitine · 8 months

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It's here!

Today is the day! Obitine Week begins!

We are so excited to see everything everyone has done for our favorite star crossed couple. Fics, art, you name it, we want to see it!

Bring it on!

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Obitine Week 2023, Day 3 - Dutiful, Reliable, Brave

Prompt: Beskar

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 332

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“Duty,” said Satine. “Duty,” Obi-Wan echoed. She wore it well.

“Blasterweave?” Obi-Wan ran a finger over the sleeve of the new dress waiting on the mannequin and nodded appreciatively. “Good blasterweave.”

“And how would you know?”

He turned to smile at Satine’s raised eyebrow and plucked at his own cloak. “You think Jedi go around unprotected? Not as fine as yours, I admit, but enough to hold off most blasters.”

“And mine is better?”

“Thicker,” he said. “Heavier. I presume…?”

“Beskar infused,” she confirmed. “I insisted.”

“Only the best for the Duchess.”

“Naturally,” she said.

And then she walked over to kiss him, which- Well- He-

Satine laughed. “One day,” she said, “you’ll get used to that.”

“Never,” he promised. “I will never get used to that.”

Satine’s eyes went incredibly soft. Obi-Wan knew what she wanted to say because it was exactly what he wanted to say - which was, of course, why neither of them could say it.

“Help me dress?” she asked.

“Of course.”

The dress, first; a deep, perfect green. It hung loosely at the sleeves, like the leaves of a willow.

“Duty,” said Satine.

“Duty,” Obi-Wan echoed. She wore it well.

The blue robe followed. It was stiffer, held more beskar, probably, and sat over her hips like the curved petals of the lilies she’d thread in later.

“Reliability,” she said, with a vague smile. “I hope to reassure my council.”

“You are reassuring,” he told her, then winced. “That was… Sorry. Trying to be encouraging.”

“It was sweet,” she assured him, which rather proved his point.

The headdress looked complicated and heavy, so Obi-Wan decided it was a future job. All that remained was the purple arm guards.

“Do these mean anything?” he asked.

“I like purple,” she said. And then, smile falling slightly, added, “And my people hardly need to see…”

The burn scars. Remnants of- something Obi-Wan should never have let happen.

“You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met,” he said, and pressed his lips to the rough skin before pulling on the purple coverings.

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