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Obitine Week Ao3 Collection

I'm so overwhelmed by all of the wonderful fics and artworks that have been posted for Obitine Week!

We have added an Ao3 collection so that we can create a collection of fics that have been posted to that site! I went through and tried to collect the names of all those who posted to Ao3, but please let me know if I've forgotten anyone!

@obitinenovelwhen @bunysliper @archivewriter1ont @padfoot-lupin77 @notaghost3 @trash-panda-kitty @cinciri @artements @emeraldvsociety @jelly-opal @mg024 @the-obiwan-for-me

Thank you all for writing such amazing fics that celebrate our favorite Duchess and Jedi! Please feel free to add your fic(s) to the Obitine Week 2025 collection.

To add to the collection, open your fic, input the collection's name ("obitineweek2025"), and then save the change!

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/obitineweek2025

[obitinenovelwhen]

Obitine Week - Day One: Conversation

I Wished You’d Told Me Sooner

“You look just like her.”

Jolted from her reverie by the familiar voice, Satine glanced around to see Obi-Wan standing just behind her. She was at first shocked that she hadn’t heard him approach—but after her initial surprise faded, she recalled that this wasn’t out of the ordinary for him, She wasn’t certain if it was a Jedi skill or simply his own quirk, but he could be surprisingly light on his feet when he wanted to.

He looked down at her, then dropped his gaze. “I’m sorry, I…I didn’t mean to intrude.”

She wondered at first if he was referring to his taking her by surprise. Then she remembered his words, what he’d said to first grab her attention, and she knew: Like her, Obi-Wan had been studying the tiny hologram in her hand, the image blue and wavering and yet unmistakable in the twilight.

It was a hologram of Satine’s mother, taken days before she had died.

Satine looked back at the holo, as if simply gazing at it could take her back to that time and place. “People often said I took more after than my father.”

“You have her eyes,” Obi-Wan commented softly.

“So I was told. I didn’t know her very long in this life—but you’re already aware of that.”

She looked up in time to catch him dip his head. “As I said, I don’t wish to intrude.”

“After three months of living hand-to-mouth together,” she said with a small smile, “I believe you hardly count as an intruder.”

A soft chuckle. “No, I suppose I don’t. I simply didn’t…” He paused, eyes searching the ground as if the words he sought could be found there. “I wasn’t certain if you’d rather be left alone while you’re thinking of your mother.”

“I think I’ve been alone with my thoughts enough tonight,” she replied, shaking her head. She patted the spot next to her. “Come. Sit.”

He hesitated, then again looked at the ground. “There’s something I need to tell you first—something I should have told you some time ago.”

She tilted her head to one side, bemused. “What about?”

Although his eyes remained where they were, Satine could detect a faint flush coloring his face. “About my behavior. A few weeks ago, when we…when I…”

Satine felt a flush warming her own face. She knew exactly what he was referring to.

Their kiss.

A weeks ago, she had allowed herself to give into something stirring inside her and kiss him—tentatively at first, then more deeply when she saw he wanted this as much as her. She wasn’t sure how long it had lasted; all she could remember was the sudden, heady feeling she got as their kiss become more demanding. Then suddenly, as soon as the moment had begun, Obi-Wan had turned away, face unreadable. All he’d had to say to her was a muttered “I shouldn’t have done that” before he stalked off, leaving her confused and alone and on the verge of tears.

Before he could see how the memory had affected her—how it still stung like a fresh welt on her soul—Satine turned away, looking ostensibly at her lap. “If you’re here to lecture me about that…incident…I think I’d prefer to be alone again.”

“On the contrary…I wanted to apologize.”

Satine’s head all but snapped around to stare at him. “Apologize?”

“Yes, apologize.” There was reticent in his tone, a slight unease in his posture, but he was able to meet her gaze. “I shouldn’t have reacted as I did. It was inconsiderate, and it clearly hurt you. I should have been honest with you, rather than push you away—and for that, I am truly sorry.”

Satine found herself blinking again, and had to remind herself to keep her mouth from going agape. It wasn’t that she’d thought Obi-Wan too proud to apologize; after all, she’d seen him apologize to his Master, Qui-Gon, on a number of occasions. It was more that she hadn’t expected him to be so open, so vulnerable, with her. He had always been closed off with her, never letting her in much beyond a few unguarded conversations or their extended kiss, and to have him open up to her in this way—it was practically a miracle.

And she couldn’t, for the life of her, think of how to respond. All she could think of was something inane, like “thank you” or “apology accepted.” But those didn’t really seem to fit. Nothing did. So she just sat there, studying him, waiting for him to make the next move.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan didn’t hold her in suspense for too long. After only a moment or so of silence, he gestured toward where she was sitting, and when she nodded in response, he tentatively lowered himself next to her. She noted that he didn’t actually sit; rather, he was poised on one knee, close enough that their legs nearly brushed.

“I’m not one to justify my mistakes,” he said, smiling ruefully. “But, well—I believe I do owe you an explanation of why I reacted the way I did. Contrary to how I may have made you feel, it wasn’t the kiss itself or anything you’d done that made me act in the way I did.” His gaze dropped a moment as he cleared his throat. “In fact, I rather liked it when you kissed me. And I realized a part of me had been wanting you to kiss me for some time—and that scared me.”

“Scared you?” She echoed, a hint of incredulity in her tone.

“Yes, scared. And for some time, I’ve been wondering why that was—why was I frightened of reciprocating a kiss, when I’ve had so many encounters with death? Then I had a dream from when I was younger, a memory of when I was just a youngling, and I had a realization: I’m afraid of one and not the other because death still permits me to be a Jedi.”

He paused briefly, gaze dropping to where their bodies almost touched. Satine thought for a moment that he might touch her—and, to her surprise, she found she wanted him to. She wanted to feel his hand brush her thigh, wanted his touch to send shivers up her spine…but it wasn’t to be. He only leaned closer, his eyes full of both regret and reticence.

“I’ve never told anyone this before,” Obi-Wan said, voice sounding suddenly small, “but my dream from the other night..it was of my only memory of my parents, back when the Jedi came to take me to the Temple. Both my parents were there, and they were looking at me with such sadness and pride, like they were grieving losing me to the Order but proud that I’d been granted such an honor. And I think at some point in my childhood, I began to feel as though I needed to be the perfect Jedi in order to outweigh their grief with pride—a pride in what I had become.”

He stopped again, cleared his throat, then went on. “Only there was a time when there was a very real possibility that I may never be a Jedi. I was a fairly dysregulated child, quick to anger and to lash out at others, which are precisely the opposite of what a prospective Master would look for in a student. In fact, I wasn’t selected as a padawan until after I’d passed the age at which a youngling must be chosen by a master. I was so close to never becoming a Jedi—never making my parents proud and their sacrifice worth it. And that…well, that terrified me, as much as our kiss did: because wanting you to kiss me was just as likely to result in my never being a Jedi as when I was overlooked as a youngling.”

Satine glanced down again at where their legs almost touched. “I was under the impression that padawans were permitted to have physical relationships before they became full Jedi.”

“That is true,” he confirmed, “but I’ve never been one to consider having a physical relationship with someone without having some sort of emotional connection first.” A rueful smile touched his lips. “The first person I ever considered kissing was a friend I’d known for quite some time—although even then I never acted on that desire. And I think it’s because I feared I’d always want something…more.”

Slowly, Satine met his gaze, struck by the rawness in both his voice and expression. She could see it now—see why he felt the way he did. See why he described his relatively innocent desire as frightening, why he was more comfortable with death than reciprocating someone’s affection.

“You were afraid of falling in love,” she said simply.

He nodded, looking away. “It would be the one thing that could overcome my resolve to be a Jedi—to make my parents proud and atone for the fact that they gave up their first child. And, as a result, I’ve tried averting romantic love at all costs. But, well…” He met her gaze slowly, tentatively. “I’m afraid that when it comes to you, it might already be too late.”

Satine gazed back at him, hardly daring to breathe. She wanted to tell herself that she had misheard him, or that she had simply imagined it. But as she sat there, really letting herself look into his eyes for first time, she knew she hadn’t misunderstood. The truth of it, of what he’d dared lay open to her, was right there in his gaze.

The gravity of that truth seemed to distort time around her, to both stretch it and compress it. It was hard to tell if she’d been sitting there for an hour or five seconds—both seemed easily plausible, but equally fantastical as well. It wasn’t until something shifted in Obi-Wan’s gaze, when his vulnerability shifted into embarrassment, that she realized they must’ve been gazing at one another far longer than she realized. Or at least longer than was socially acceptable.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, gaze flitting away as he moved to stand. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I—“

She stopped him by placing a hand on his knee. “You have nothing to be sorry for. At least not for what you’ve said just now—not for telling the truth. I only wish…”

He suddenly seemed so young, so uncertain. “What?”

She allowed herself a smile as her eyes began to mist. “I only wish you’d told me sooner.”

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[kenobis-art]

Obitine week 2023 day 1: sunrise

Had to draw them when they were young, on the run, and enjoying the sunrise

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[notaghost3]

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….

[iwouldratherbeahobbit]

Week of Obitine

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Day Four: Concordia, Lightsaber, and Baby

Satine held her son in her arms as she stared down at his wisps of red hair and big blue eyes.

“You look so much like your father.” She whispered. Satine smiled at the thought of Obi-Wan, at the thought of her Ben. He had left several months ago, and was probably on a new mission elsewhere in the galaxy. She wished he could have stayed, that he could have been there to meet his son, but she couldn’t have asked that of him. Ben had wanted to stay really, but his loyalties lied with the Jedi. They were his home and his people, like Mandalor was hers.

“Oh Korkie, your father loves you very much. He really truly does.”

Obi-Wan had given their son the nickname Korkie before he was even born. Satine therefore was very fond of it, even if it was a little odd. Korkie’s real name was Adonai, her father’s name.

“But it is a big name for a such small child to live up to, so for now you will be Korkie.”

[artbyhobbit]

In honor of Obitine week 2023, here is Satine.

My main blog is @iwouldratherbeahobbit. This is my art blog. I didn’t feel inspired by the day six prompts, so here is my substitute.

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[fwakes31]

Week of Obitine day 2 - mistake.

Obi-Wan was starting to think it had been a big mistake letting Satine pick the date day activities!

[callmevexx]

Obitine Week

Day 5 - Remember 💙

Obi-Wan remembering Satine❤️

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[spectral-musette]

The last day of obitine week was a free day which I interpreted as “time for kissing”

[padfoot-lupin77]

So my fyp is full of codywan stuff and my mind is constantly yapping about obitine… and so my mind went 2+2=3 and now I have some very specific thoughts about the Cody/Obiwan/Satine ship and those thoughts are mostly yep give me more

[satinekryzeweek]

DAY ONE: JAN 27 | agape - ἀγάπη The highest form of unconditional, sacrificial love. Satine’s relationship to Mandalore and her people. What it means to be Mand’alor and her duty to the system.

DAY TWO: JAN 28 | storge - στοργή Familial love. Satine’s relationship to her family. How she views her family, her sister, her nephew, and the entirety of House Kryze.

DAY THREE: JAN 29 | eros - ἔρως Physical love or sexual desire; involving passion, lust, or romance. Satine’s relationship to romance and sexual desire. Her lovers and partners over the years, both sensual and carnal.

DAY FOUR: JAN 30 | philia - φιλία Close bonds created through friendship. Satine’s relationship to friendship. People she has met on her travels that keep in touch, mentors, guides, and close friends she cares for deeply.

DAY FIVE: JAN 31 | philautia - φιλαυτία Self love and personal happiness. Satine’s relationship to herself. How she sees herself, her past, her future- what she wants and what drives her.

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[weekofobitine]

We've come to our final day of Obitine Week! Thank you to all who have participated in writing fic, making art, or simply being inspired by our Duchess and Jedi!

We're so thankful for the ability to benefit from little communities, make friends, and celebrate our shared interests! If you appreciate these things as well, feel free to shout that joy! You matter, and you are loved!

[mercysong-tardis]

@satineweek Day One: JEWEL

For this promt I just HAD to draw Satine in the viral jeweled armor dress…

[kenobis-art]

i completely forgot it was obitine week and only had time to do two drawings lol ! this is the first for day 4: sanctuary 🫶

just some obitine hugs bc satine feels safe when with obi-wan (and in his arms)

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[the-obiwan-for-me]

Early in the planning stages of Obitine Week, I had all sorts of grand ideas of things to write. But then real life got in the way and nothing happened and just managing the week itself became priority.

But then today I started reading the contributions so far, and it inspired me. So, I wrote a little something. You can read it on Ao3 or below the page break.

lol....I'm a monster. @weekofobitine

It Can Wait

They ran.

They ran like they once did, so long ago, in that awkward stage of life- not quite children any longer, but not yet fully adult, despite the weight they both had carried back then. Now they were older, but the weight they both carried had grown in untold multitudes.

They ran, in stolen armor and in ripped and defiled finery. They ran, once more, fighting to stay alive, fighting to keep her alive, fighting against the very people she had tried so valiantly to show what peace really meant. 

They ran, until, for a moment, they could hide, pressed close together, their sweat and anxiety and resolve blending, their bodies melting into each other naturally, despite the armor, despite the battered limbs and many bruises.

“Obi-Wan,” she said around ragged, straining breaths. “If this doesn’t work, thank you for trying. Thank you for always trying for me.”

He squeezed her hand, still holding it tightly from all their running. “This will work, Satine. Thank me when you are safely in the hands of the Republic.”

She shook her head furiously. “They are monsters, though.”

He nodded, agreeing, but smiled in that cheeky way of his. As if he was merely pulling a lighthearted prank instead of saving her from monsters. “Monsters can be bested.”

She growled a little in frustration. “Obi, please, if I don’t make it out, you need to know-”

He pressed a hasty kiss on her lips, his muscles coiling to run again. “Listen to me, my dear, whatever it is you need to tell me can wait.” He pulled her to her feet.

They ran.

[iwouldratherbeahobbit]

Week of Obitine

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Day Seven: Jedi, Devotion, and Garden

“Can you tell me about the jedi who saved you?” Little Adonai begged, giving his mother big puppy dog eyes. Satine smiled. This was her son’s favorite bedtime story.

“They were brave and courageous men. Their names were Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. They swooped in to save me when my Protectors failed. We were on the run for a whole year, dodging the bad guys. They protected me when no one else could. Finally the war was one. We had won, but my father did not survive, nor did my mother. You were named after him, adka. So I became the new ruler of Mandalor, I became the Duchess. I did not want to be Mand’alor. Mandalor needed peace. War and conflict tore us apart. We needed a new kind of ruler. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon helped me establish a new way of life for our people. And so we have begun to become whole again.”

“I want to be a Jedi like them, Momma!” The little boy exclaimed as he often did after being told this story.

“I know you do Korkie. I know you do.”