Obitine Week 2025

Day 5 - Remember 💙

Obi-Wan remembering Satine❤️

Hello there! I wanted to get this done for obitine week but I didn’t have time, and I just finished it so here you go :) @weekofobitine I hope it’s not too late

This took forever but I’m so happy with how it turned out

OK i know obitine week is over but this took me longer than expected lol ! this was for day 3: nostalgic !

First Meals

An early morning at the palace in Sundari brings some surprises. For Obitine Week 2025 Day 6: Free Day.

Tags: Slice of Life, Don't look at the timeline too closely, Fluff, Korkie Kryze is a Kenobi, Fluff and Humor, Humor

Оригинал на русском (закончен) // English translation (Updated on Sundays)

Tagging: @weekofobitine

At that moment, Obi-Wan understood everything and was ready to bet his lightsaber, that Satine, now with an innocent gaze looking at him through the pixels of the hologram, had been in a communication session with Quinlan before call to him. Because only this kriffing idiot could help her come to such a blatantly absurd idea!

“Oh, stars… Calm down,” Satine sighed, and although the hologram was monochromatic and only about thirty centimeters high, which made it impossible to say for sure, he was ready to gamble his Jedi uniform too that she rolled her eyes. “If it makes you more comfortable, you can write reports instead of sending a hologram. Like for the Council.”

Obi-Wan imagined it.

“Dear Duchess Satine!

Inform you, that during the combat operation conducted by the 212th Attack Battalion on the Sarrish, Vensensor sector, coordinate grid K-16, at the commander-in-chief of one of the battalion's units, namely, High Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi fired no less than thirty-six thousand shots, two shots reached a target a burnt tunic as a result. In addition, were recorded: falls from height fourteen, unsuccessful jumps to height seven, lightsaber knocked out twice, irretrievably lost robes one. Injuries received: wound to the left palm due to one's own short-sightedness, a guaranteed scar.”

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. The scar was almost invisible, but it wasn't the second or even the third scar in the past week, not to mention two months that flown by unnoticed since he returned from the special mission under the mask of Rako Hardini.

“It's even worse.”

Satine seemed to smile.

“So, maybe, you just trying out my proposal in practice at least?”

OR

After Obi-Wan's return from the dead, in Satine's heart steal doubts about both his mental and physical state. Wanting to restore a harmony to his soul and body, she asks him to fulfill her one small wish, which Obi-Wan, still too confused by recent events and his feelings for Satine, interprets in his own way.

“Upsetting”

Summary:

Upsetting would be severely diluting the situation at hand. ‘Upsetting’ referred to something such as a bad grade or a particularly overcast week.

There was no form of the word ‘upsetting’ that properly expressed the turmoil of emotion rising and falling in Korkie’s chest at the moment. Yes, he was upset, but the tumorous winding in his gut felt both justified and unjustified. He should be happy. He should be angry. He should want to yell both for joy and resentment.

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Little backstory on this: I wrote it in 2022 for Obitine Week then but it gave me a vivid nightmare 💜 So I stopped writing it. I only have the ending and some snippets in between written as well, but I had to get this out like this is basically a three year delay 😭

Lmk what y’all think and if I should continue with it 🙂‍↕️

Day 5 is probably coming tomorrow. Thank you for an awesome week, and I am catching up on reading everyone’s stuff now!

Tagging: @weekofobitine

He flinches as soon as he steps into the room, and leans back slightly like he had two dozen blasters pointed at him, and squints at the box in her hands.

“What is that?”

If it weren't for the box, she would certainly pressed her palm to her face: she is standing in his room in the Temple in the middle of the night, although she should be on Mandalore rehearse her speak for the Separatist Senate, and this is worries him most of all?

“A dessert,” Satine answers with emphasis. “Do you want to take it?”

“Not really. The last, ahem, dessert that was in my hands turned out to be too mobile to eat.”

“You know, I'm not Tal Merrick to present you an activated droid.”

“To present?” his eyebrows arch in surprise.

Unable to restrain herself much longer, she rolls her eyes with a groan.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, stop pretending. Yes, it's a day late, but I didn't forget! Besides, I'm late because you wasn't on the planet. Do you have any idea how hard it was to sneak into the Temple with freshly baked Uj'alayi?” she squints angrily, but sighs and continues much more calmly. “I used almond and chocolate syrups, because you can't lived without a caf. But it seems that half of the Jedi Order can't too. I even had to hide a couple of times, and on the main staircase…”

“Did you make uj cake for me?”

Satine freezes for a second, her mouth slightly open as she looking at him. How could such a smart man ask such stupid questions? But a confusion in his eyes is real, and she reminds herself that he has just returned from a mission, and it is almost midnight, and his body, exhausted from long forced marches, just trying to squeeze out as much rest as possible in its natural environment and slows down all itself non-vital functions. There is no point in being angry with him for something he cannot control.

“Yes,” she says gentle, her lips curling into a smile. “So take it.”

When she holds the box out and lets it go, Obi-Wan catches it with a gasp, his eyes wide with horror like she almost dropped a bomb that was ready to explode with just one wrong move. Ignoring his state, Satine rips off the lid.

“Why… why are there candles in it?”

“Because, this is not just Uj'alayi,” she clicks her tongue, flicking the lighter and burning wicks one by one. “But a celebratory one. Yesterday was a birthday. Your birthday.”

“Ow,” he's grimacing. “I forgot about it.”

“Well, I didn’t,” their gazes, separated by the flames of burning candles, intersect. “Happy birthday, Obi-Wan.”

He continues to stand there silently, looking at her and doing nothing, so Satine glances sideways at the uj in his hands with a grin.

“Candles,” she prompts. “Make a wish and blow out candles.”

“You can be serious,” he grins, his backlit face looking slightly sinister because of the grimace. “We're adults. And we both know, our wishes don’t come true just because we think about it while holding a cake.”

“Have you checked it?”

“Checked?” his brows furrow slightly. “Checked in what sense?”

“Most literal. Have you ever made a wish with birthday cake before?”

“I’ve never even blown out candles.”

“Please,” she looks at him pleadingly. “Just do it for me.”

Obi-Wan sighs, but neither his heavy sigh nor his frowningly side-look has any effect on her – she continues to look at him, a silent request burning in her eyes, – and then he blows out all candles with a one sharp exhalation.

“So,” the gray smoke spreading from extinguished candles half hides his face, but its simply impossible not to catch some kind of smugness in his voice. “Are you happy now?”

“Not quite.”

Before he can object, Satine takes the uj cake from him and, leaving it on the table, grabs his hand. Throwing her hood over her head, she runs out into the hallway with him.

“Satine,” he hesses, but doesn't try to pull his hand away or stop her. “Satine, what are you doing? Where are you dragging me?”

“To celebrate, of course,” without slowing down, she quickly looks back at him, a smile on her lips. “Or you think, I would overcome half the Galaxy just to give you a cake?”

“I didn't think you come. I didn't even think you will remember!”

“And why I should forget?”

“Well, you know,” he chuckles, “there's a war going on now, you always have a lot to do, negotiations and so on. Besides, you never congratulated me before. Not in person, but at least by message, so…”

“Nonsense,” she objects with an indignant snort. “The fact that you didn't see my congratulations doesn't mean its weren't there.”

“What?”

The Happiest Man in the Galaxy

Although he hadn’t been married to Satine for long—less than a month, in fact—Obi-Wan had known her now for over a year. And not just any ordinary year of dating or courtship; they had spent the past year on the run, living hand to mouth and never sure whether they’d live to see the next day. As a result, they knew each other far better than most newlyweds, to the point that Obi-Wan sometimes wondered if he knew Satine better than he did himself.

Meaning he could tell when his wife, who had slipped back into bed after a morning trip to the ‘fresher, had something to tell him.

Blinking some of the sleep from his eyes—the sun was out, but they’d had a long night talking through treaties with representatives from the Houses of Mandalore—Obi-Wan rolled over to study her. “Has something happened?”

She smiled. “In a matter of speaking, yes.”

He returned her smile, bemused. “Something positive, then, I take it?”

“Something wonderful…but perhaps a bit surprising.” Her smile widened. “Do you remember when I began feeling ill a few weeks ago, just before our wedding?”

“I do. You said it was probably stress from all the negotiations you’d overseen.”

“That’s what I thought at the time, but I’ve continued to feel ill at random points since. And no,” she added before he could open to his mouth to reply, “I don’t believe it’s simply stress. Not for this long.”

Obi-Wan frowned. “Why not?”

“Because as it happens, I’m more than 8 weeks late on my period. Which could also be explained by stress if it weren’t for this.”

Satine a held out small bio-reader device, the same as the ones he had seen used in the Temple Halls of Healing to check for signs of infection, hyper- or hypoglycemia, or any number of conditions that could be detected through small fluid or tissue samples. As he leaned closer to squint at the tiny display screen, Obi-Wan could just make out a single word in basic: Positive. Nothing more, nothing less.

His frown turned to one of mild confusion to one of concern. “Satine, you’re starting to worry me. You don’t have a blood infection, do you?”

“Obi, I know you can be a bit daft sometimes,” she said, giving him a playful slap on the stomach, “but this is a bit much, even for you. I’ve missed my period for more than two months and I feel like retching nearly everyday—I’m obviously pregnant!”

Obi-Wan stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, the words trying to set in. It wasn’t all that long ago that it seemed impossible for them to even be together; it had been his split-second decision a month ago to ask to stay with her, to let her know that he would leave the Order for if she’d have him, that had saved their relationship. And now she telling him…she was saying that she was…

He sat up, mouth agape. “You’re having a baby!”

She laughed. “Yes, that’s generally what ‘pregnancy’ means, my dear. I know the Jedi taught you that much, at least.”

“They did, I just—“ He laughed to himself, gazing at her with a renewed wonder. “I just wasn’t expecting this. How long have you known?”

“Known for certain? Only just now, with the test. But I began suspecting when I was more than two weeks late for my period—although we were both so busy, with all of the treaties and negotiations, it…never seemed like a good time to know for certain.”

He cupped her face, running a thumb back and forth over her cheek. “I, for one, am glad that you know for certain now, and that you were able to share it with me.” He paused a beat to regard her. “I take it by your reaction that this is…good news?”

“It is now—but if we were still on the run or if the war was still going on, I doubt I’d have been able to continue the pregnancy.”

He nodded. “I understand. And if at any point you change your mind, I would still support you.”

She smiled up at him, covering the hand cupping her face with her own. “I know you would, Obi. I wouldn’t have married you or asked you to stay if you wouldn’t support me in that way.”

“I love you,” he said, bending to kiss her forehead.

“And I love you,” she said.

“And you’re having a baby,” he said again, unable to contain his grin.

“I’ll need to have some scans with my med droid to confirm, but yes, I hope so.

He let his hand slip from her face as he lowered himself back onto his side. “And assuming everything goes smoothly, we’ll be parents in precisely…how long would you say?”

She glanced down at the bio-reader. “I’m not certain, but based on my last period, I’d say a little less than…7 months?”

“Then in 7 months,” he said, pausing to give her another kiss, this time on the lips, “I shall be the happiest man in the galaxy.”

Concrete Memory

A season 3ish ficlet For Obitine Week Day 5: Remember/"Why would I forget?"

An afternoon of sneaking away from a conference doesn't go according to plan, but as an injured Obi-Wan and Satine wait for a rescue, memories are shared and an admission is made.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, And A Bacta Tank, Year on the Run memories, Set vaguely season 3

Read here on Ao3

Summary:

Satine is finally safe. She doesn't have to run for her life at a moment's notice anymore -- she no longer has to look over her shoulder, expecting to be betrayed. She doesn't have to even think of those days, if she doesn't want to. But she does think of them, constantly, and she remembers everything -- particularly, the one thing a certain young Jedi said he couldn't wait to have again once they got back to civilization.

For Day 5 of @weekofobitine 2025!