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belatedly, for the obitine week prompt “armor”:
I’m not sure if there’s canon (or legends content) about this, but I’m pretty sure somewhere in Mandalorian culture there should be rituals involved in taking off your lover/spouse/partner’s armor...
(ficlet under the cut, ~800 words)
Satine stretched for her bedside table, searching in the darkness for her comm unit to check the time.
The viewport, just visible through the sheer curtains shrouding the bed, showed the otherworldly glow of hyperspace, where there was neither morning nor night. She squinted at the screen and quickly dimmed it as soon as it lit.
Sundari time was early morning yet, about an hour before she was usually up to check messages and make tea. Coruscant time was the small hours, which explained why Obi-Wan was still deeply asleep next to her.
She indulged in a long look at him. He’d pushed aside the coverlet at some point. One hand rested against his bare chest, the other was stretched towards her. She wanted to brush soft kisses against his eyelids, his freckled nose, the swell of his lower lip.
Instead, she pushed herself up, swinging her feet to the floor and kicking through the jumble of clothing until she found her chemise.
It was an enticing garment, silken, slightly sheer, and elegantly draping. She felt her cheeks heat at little, both in slight embarrassment at her own calculated purpose in choosing it, and at the memory of the enthusiastic response it had elicited. In addition to its other attractions, it was quite comfortable, soft and just the right weight for the comfortable warmth of her bedchamber on the Coronet.
She knelt on the floor, still sorting through the discarded garments. At the bottom of the heap, her fingers met a cold, hard surface, and she couldn’t help making a disdainful face as she extracted and studied the armor piece.
She pushed aside her feelings of self consciousness and the little knot of strange, primal dread that always accompanied her performance of her version of this ritual, and she splayed her palm flat against Obi-Wan’s breastplate.
Sacred plate that shields the heart of my beloved, remain whole and strong until the next time I unfasten you to show him my love.
She bent and kissed it, then turned it a little toward the dimmed wall sconce to check for any stray traces of her lip rouge (though she expected it was long since smudged off her mouth) on the bright white surface.
“Satine.”
Obi-Wan’s voice startled her, and she fumbled the breastplate, dropping it onto her lap.
He had rolled over onto his side, his expression quizzical and his hair adorably tousled, falling over his forehead in thick, heavy waves.
Caught in the act, she heaved a sigh and reluctantly confessed. “It’s an old Mandalorian custom, blessing the armor of a loved one.”
He smiled a little, affectionate and gentle, and sat up, holding out a hand to her.
She set aside the armor and went to him, climbing back onto the bed and stretching out next to him, only the cool, delicate silk of the chemise between them.
“Thank you,” he said gravely.
“You don’t have to pretend to believe in it,” she chided. “I’m not sure I believe in it.”
“But you do it,” he pointed out, smoothing her hair tenderly off her forehead.
“Well, it’s worked so far,” she said, smiling a little as she traced a fingertip lightly through his chest hair. “At this point, it doesn’t feel right to risk it.”
“Do you give this blessing every time we’re together?”
“Every time you have the nerve to wear that awful armor when you come to me,” she retorted, quirking a smile at him.
He ran a hand over his beard thoughtfully. “Is that how it’s meant to be done? In secret, while your loved one sleeps?”
She shook her head. “Nothing about what I have been doing is really what should be done.”
The armor should be beskar.
The lover should be a Mandalorian warrior, and most certainly not a Jedi.
And the blessing should be bestowed when the armor is removed, each piece set aside with reverence, not the impatient way she peels him out of his, like a hungry seabird with a shellfish. Though that last part, she would expect, tended to be often modified, knowing Mandalorians.
“Now that I know, can we do it properly?” He sounded eager to please her.
She shook her head, smiling at him fondly. “If you like, I would love you to be part of it,” she said. “But it can’t ever be quite proper, I’m afraid.”
He took her hand, kissing her fingertips and giving her a melancholy smile, acknowledging the difference in creed that had always been an impediment to their attempts to be part of each other’s lives.
“My ancestors will never forgive me. Not when you wear that plastoid rubbish you choose to call armor.”
He laughed, pulling her into a long kiss.
#Obi Wan Kenobi#Satine Kryze#Obi Wan/Satine#obitine#obitine week 2022#Star Wars art#my art#pencil sketches#I wrote a thing#okay I thought that clone/jedi commander armor was made of plastisteel but turns out it's called plastoid#possibly I've gotten this wrong in the past lol#sometimes I just let my heart guide me on the Star Wars lingo because I've been cosuming EU content for so long it's generally in my bones#but apparently my heart is wrong sometimes
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Obitine Week 2022 is happening!
Hello everyone, its me Belle, the original creator of this event! I am happy to announce that not only is this week happening again but I am once again going to be running it! I miss this fandom and want to come back and dedicate myself to the 8th year of this event!
The dates are going to be a little later but I wanted to give everyone plenty of time to prepare!
So the dates are: November 21 - 27!!
The themes are:
1. Secrets
2. Connection
3. Armour
4. Role Reversal
5. Flowers/Space
6.Canon Divergence
7. Free Day
Again you can interpret the themes however you want and create anything! Just make sure that you tag it with #obitine week 2022 so that I see it!!
It’s not a competition and is just for fun! So I hope everyone enjoys themselves! If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to message me or ask me a question.
Good Luck!
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Internal Conflicts
So, I didn't have anything for the first two days of @obitine-week, but I do have something for today's prompt (armor). "Internal Conflicts" is up on ao3; it's a short story set during the Clone Wars that deals with Satine's thoughts about Obi-Wan wearing armor.
I have two (possibly three) additional pieces coming. It's been a lot of fun to work on them! No warnings apply to this one, it's all internal reflection.
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Day One: Secrets
Obitine Week 2022
"... you're saying - "
"Honey, that's not what I meant - "
" - we've been together for three decades and you're just now telling me this?! Obi-Wan Kenobi!"
Obi-Wan winced, glancing at his children who were all busy in their wine glasses or eating their food. He glared in particular at his eldest, who had a shit eating grin on his face. "Really?"
Korkie snickered, leaning back in his chair and watching. "Oh no, this is funny. Keep digging yourself into a grave."
Satine scoffed, throwing down her napkin. "You knew Mando the entire time we were on the run and didn't bother to tell me? You let me make a fool of myself!"
"But it made you so happy to teach me your culture."
"When did you even learn Mando?"
Obi-Wan blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "...uhh... when I heard your father sent you to Coruscant for uni. Before the civil war. I attended your speech opposing the war... I wanted to impress you if I ever met you."
"...I was on Coruscant a good five months before my father asked Master Yoda for help."
"Mmm hmm."
"You were crushing on me for that long?" Satine put a hand over his, squeezing it gently. Her smile turned mischievous when he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Embarrassing."
"Hey!"
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Note: decided on a more lighthearted theme this year. I don't have it in me for dark and depressing or angst so... Enjoy! 😆
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IT’S OBITINE WEEK!!! Day 1 is “Secrets” and from that I really wanted to go down a more fun route, so please enjoy this multi-chapter (updates...when I can lol) with Satine and Obi-Wan living their best gossip queen pillow-talk life about Anakin and Padme’s secret relationship while trying to maintain their own. @obitine-week
#obitine week#obitine week 2022#obitine#star wars#the clone wars#satine kryze#korkie kryze#obi wan kenobi#anidala#anakin skywalker#padme amildala#Star Wars Fic
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Obitine Week 2022, Day 7 - Free Day
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 365
Read on AO3
“You nearly died today.”
“I know,” he said. “So did you.”
Her dress and his robes were on the floor before she hesitated - and he, of course, noticed it in a second, stepping away, all his humour falling away like it’d never been.
“Satine, we don’t have to-”
“That’s not it,” she said quickly. “It’s not.”
He waited perfectly patiently. She swallowed tightly.
“You nearly died today.”
“I know,” he said. “So did you.”
“It… I’ve never been more scared in my life, Ben.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt fear like it when I saw you lying there.”
“So what if we don’t really want this? What if we’re just… scared not to.”
What if you regret it when it’s over? What if you suddenly remember your Code and hate me for making you break it?
Obi-Wan looked at her for a long moment. She wondered if she could pluck the thoughts from her mind.
“I won’t lie and say I’m not afraid to lose you,” he said slowly, “because I am, and I don’t think I can change that. But the fact I’m afraid doesn’t change that I…”
“That you’re what?”
“That I’m falling in love with you.” He dropped his eyes from hers, smiling ruefully. “And I’m fairly sure I’ve been halfway there since you came to keep watch with me that night, so at this point I’m afraid it’s a done deal. So if you don’t want to, we’ll stop right now and never say another word about it, but if we’re stopping because you think I’ll change my mind… Well. I’m not going to.”
She felt her breath catch. “Obi-”
“You don’t have to say- I know it’s fast.”
Ridiculous man.
She kissed him so hard he stumbled back, catching himself against her dresser, and he laughed, relieved.
“I really thought I was about to make things horribly awkward.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that since you tripped in the Council Chambers.”
“Oh Force, you saw-? ”
He fell gratifyingly silent as her corset hit the floor.
“I love you, too,” she said, “so get on the bed and do as I say.”
He blinked, collected his jaw from where it was hanging slightly loose, and grinned. “Yes ma’am.”
#Phoenix_Rose#obitine week 2022#satine kryze#obi wan kenobi#year on the run#fade to black#a little spicy but not really; they get distracted by feelings#star wars#star wars clone wars#with this and satine week i've written 14 fics in 14 days (give or take an hour)#i'm considering that an achievement XD
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To Take Your Mind Off Things
features female Obi-Wan and was written for Day 7 (Free Space) of this year’s @obitine-week and is my only entry for this year (alas!). It is very SPICY.
Note: This is set during At Any Time, Regardless so it is technically both post- and pre-Codywan as well as Obitine but this story is just between the ladies.
#obitine week 2022#obitine#fem!obitine#obi-wan kenobi#female obi-wan#satine kryze#star wars: the clone wars#fanfiction#spicy#lemon#genderswapped character#hawk writes#my writing
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Tagging: @obitine-week
The first time his robe in Satine's hands, she shakes.
The second time, Satine is wearing only underwear under his robe.
The next time, Satine takes his robe as it were her property and he had it by pure chance.
For the fourth time, his robe not on her, but under her.
When Satine's shoulders are weighted down with the rough cloth for the fifth time, she screams.
For the sixth time, her eyes gleam noticeably.
Many – too many – years go before his robe on her again.
The eighth time is especially hard.
When his robe becomes hers for the ninth time, instead of thanks he gets a slap in the face.
The tenth is perhaps the happiest.
For the eleventh time, his fingers struggle to release the fabric.
There is no one else in the greenhouse besides her, and when Obi-Wan silently sneaks up behind her and covers her shoulders for the twelfth time, Satine turns around - smiling, happy and so beautiful.
#Obitine Week#Obitine Week 2022#Star Wars#The Clone Wars#Obi Wan Kenobi#Satine Kryze#Duchess Satine#Obitine#Obi Wan x Satine#Obi x Satine#Obi Wan/Satine#Star Wars fanfiction#Obitine fanfiction#Obitine fanfic#Russian fanfiction#ao3 fanfic
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Announcing Satine Week 2022!
Please join us in November for the first annual Satine Week and celebrate our favorite Star Wars duchess.
In a couple days, we’ll be releasing a list of prompts for your consideration, and you’ll have until September 10th (two weeks from today) to vote on your favorites!
The celebration will last from November 14th–19th and feature a different prompt to guide your creative endeavors every day.
While Satine Week will feature some Obitine-related content, we're excited to be able to celebrate our pacifist duchess on her own terms as well!
Please follow SatineWeek for future updates, and follow @duchess-of-mandalore, @tessiete, @the-obiwan-for-me, @oodlesofsnootles, @isaakandreyevs, and @fwakes31 for more Satine content leading up to and during Satine Week!
#Satine Week#Star Wars#The Clone Wars#The Mandalorian#Satine Kryze#Duchess Satine#Bo-Katan Kryze#Korkie Kryze#Obi-Wan Kenobi#Obitine#Clan Kryze#Mandalorians#Satine Week 2022
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Satine Week 2022
Day 1: Rebuilding Mandalore
The Lily of Mandalore
In her first official appearance since her coronation, Duchess Satine gave a speech outlining her vision for the new Mandalore. Below is an excerpt from her speech:
"The Civil War that tore our system apart is now behind us. Although it may be over, it is clearer that now more than ever, we must learn from our mistakes. I once heard it said that those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. We must learn from the mistakes of our ancestors. We must evolve and grow past the destructive nature of our past. While we must grow past this, we must not forget it. Our warrior nature is a part of us. It will always be an important piece of who we are. But now we fight for something new. We fight for our future. For our children. For our Mandalore."
(For each of my entries, I plan to alternate between an art piece with accompanying drabble and a oneshot.)
@satineweek
#satine week#satine week 2022#duchess of mandalore#duchess satine#satine kryze#obitine#star wars#clone wars
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Satine Week starts on Monday, and I am massively behind where I had hoped to be for it (and also I desperately want to finish the next chapter of “More Than Blood!”). But I do have my contribution for the “Alternate Timeline” prompt nearly completed. This will actually be the first chapter (or prologue and chapter....not sure how I’ll arrange it) for a multi chapter fic that I will truly dig into at the completion of “More Than Blood” (three more chapters to go!).
So, I thought I’d share a juicy little tidbit from “What Must Be Done.”
He was nodding appropriately along as some minor senator droned on to him about their idea for energy conservation on their homeworld when a ripple of excited whispers washed over the party. He looked up toward the entrance hall and spotted the exact reason for the excitement- the reclusive duchess of Mandalore, Satine Kryze, had come out of her self-imposed exile after her government’s near failure right at the conclusion of the Clone Wars, and was here, making her first social appearance in two years.
He had never seen the woman in person, only various newsreels and articles about her. She had been the subject of many during the Clone Wars for leading the Confederation of Neutral Systems, and, to a lesser extent, years earlier when she ended her system’s last civil war and rose to power, bringing with her peace to her warmongering people. She was striking in the newsreels, though he had often assumed much of that had to do with her rigid and opulent formal gowns more than anything else.
But here, in person, free of the over done gown, in a simple, clean lined, form fitting steel grey dress, head and hair free of the wildly ostentatious headdress she once wore he realized he’d been wrong all these years. Now her white blonde hair bobbed gently against her shoulders in loose curls. In that moment he understood that it was all her. She was striking.
Ah! I’m so excited to share this with you! It’s been rolling around in my head and on the Obitine discord for the better part of a year, so it feels really good and really exciting to actually write it. Hopefully, it will be appreciated as much as I appreciate it.
Can’t wait to see what everyone else creates!
#satine week#satine week 2022#satine kryze#duchess satine#the duchess of mandalore#duchess of mandalore#obitine#bo katan kryze#korkie kryze#mandalore#mandalorians#new mandalorians#fanfiction#fan fic#star wars fanfiction#my writing
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sketch for the obitine week prompt “connection” -
I was thinking about Obi-Wan and Satine exchanging personal items to help them feel connected to each other when they are apart: Obi-Wan keeping a piece of Satine’s jewelry (like one of her earrings, worn on a cord around his neck, under his tunic, as pictured), and Satine keeping one of his robes. Just something to serve as a reminder of their love.
#Obi Wan Kenobi#Satine Kryze#Obi Wan/Satine#obitine#obitine week 2022#Star Wars art#my art#pencil sketches#running a day late whoops#going to try to catch up
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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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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze
Characters: Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Additional Tags: Obitine Week 2022, Day Five: Flowers, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Femdom, Bondage, Sensation Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Nipple Piercings, Flowers, Established Relationship, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Blow Jobs, set during the Clone Wars
Series: Part 5 of Glimmer's Obitine Stories (Collected)
Summary:
Sometimes, Satine credited the tremendous amount of time they spent apart with the overflow of ideas she had for what to do when she had the chance to see Obi-Wan. Sometimes, she thought that she’d have just as many ideas if they spent every day together.
In either situation, Obi-Wan always proved so amenable to allowing her to explore her ideas.
OR, the one where Satine and Obi-Wan take some time to themselves during the Clone Wars.
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Summary: Over the course of her stay on Coruscant, Satine is gifted flowers.
5 times Obi-Wan sent Satine lilies, and one time she sent them back. 5+1
Satine Week Day 2: Off-Duty/Lily of Mandalore
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Satine and Obi-Wan’s blissful morning gets interrupted...
Sorry for the long wait between updates! Here’s Chapter 3!
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