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callmevexx · 5 months
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Korkie's first day at school and Satine is so proud of her son nephew💙
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phoenixyfriend · 1 year
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I love the number of fanon illegitimate and adopted children everyone foists on Obi-Wan. Korkie, Cal, Anakin, Ahsoka, Luke, Leia, literally every child he comes into contact with, and a few he doesn't, just results in a fandom kneejerk reaction of "that's a dad right there."
(Hells, we see him interact with Nuna and even if that's not his kid, the way he acts is just Pure Dad Mode. Amazing.)
IDK how Ewan McGregor managed to get literally thousands of people to look at his 33yo self (with artificial grey hairs, admittedly) and go "that's a father, right there. That's a bona fide Dad. He's got at least a few kids." but he did it. Maybe everyone--including the TCW team--looked at him holding CGI baby twins and went "oh. Oh we gotta do something with that."
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You know the one. (Source: @yeahyeahyeaaah)
And like. He has no kids. Canon says he has no kids.
Yet we all* know that, deep down, that man is a dad.
* "All" is a deliberate exaggeration. This is not an objective truth or universal belief, just a very common one that I find enjoyable as heck.
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mercysong-tardis · 27 days
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@satineweek Day 2: “MOTHER”
Looks like lil Korkie fell asleep on his Mother’s Auntie’s lap after a long day at school
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duchess-of-mandalore · 5 months
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Korkie is a Kenobi
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notaghost3 · 4 months
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Obitine Headcanons no one asked for
Satine has straight hair. Like...chronically straight hair. Won't hold a curl to save her life, but can sometimes appear to be wavy when taken out of a tight updo. She lives for those moments.
Korkie wasn't conceived on the Year on the Run. (it takes a bit of canon manipulation but what else is fanfic for?) Instead, he was conceived shortly after Qui-Gon passed sometime during the early grieving process for Obi-Wan before he jumped head into the waters of training Anakin. (fic is currently IN PROGRESS because I have a lot of emotions tied up to this headcanon of mine hehehe)
Obi-Wan didn't tell Satine that he was still alive post Rako arch, she found out through the holonet because DRAMA *tears*
They absolutely had to pretend to be married at SOME point in time during their Year on the Run, because I NEED that and they would be RADIATING newlywed energy (or old married couple energy lolololol)
Satine never mentioned Bo to Obi-Wan because she was 100% under the impression that her sister was dead before he came into the scene.
Obi-Wan doodles his name as the Duke of Mandalore when he gets lonely and daydreamish (which rarely occurs once Anakin enters the scene lol)
Obi-Wan 100% made many visits to Mandalore inbetween him rekindling his "friendship" with Satine and Ahsoka's Korkie arch. I mean Korkie even says that off-world weapons were banned after the last time he visited...somebody write THAT visit lololol
Obi-Wan and Korkie have met...and Satine was torn between chewing her fingernails off in worry and banging her head against the wall for how oblivious the two are for not even seeing a very obvious likeness between themselves.
Windu ships them. It's one of the very few things Anakin and him can set aside their differences for to gossip about.
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fellthemarvelous · 2 months
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You will never be able to convince me that Korkie Kryze isn't the child of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Satine Kryze!!!!
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wanderingjedi77 · 1 year
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Bo Katan x The Armorer (The Foundling)
Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
Summary: When a child and her mother are brought to the covert following a routine patrol, the lives of the Armorer and Bo Katan Kryze are forever altered.
It was Paz Vizsla who had found the girl half starved, the mother ill and unresponsive when he was patrolling Navarro. He had almost missed her, but something had made him turn his head, and he saw this small child pleading near his feet. Her mother was lying nearby on a dirty blanket.
His parental instincts had kicked in when the child asked if he had food or medicine and had quickly ordered his squad to take the mother back to the Covert.
"Come with me, child." Paz said softly. "We will help you and your mother."
"T...thank you sir."
"What is your name?"
"Satine." Satine answered quietly, and Paz picked her up like he would Ragnar, his son. Holding the child close and trying not to think about how light she was.
When they made it back to the covert, he had one of their female coverts get Satine a bath, new clothes and some food. The clothes were a little big, and she asked for her mother a few times; only to be told she was sick and needed rest as Paz contacted the Armorer and Bo. He knew they had a Jedi visiting, and wondered if she could help figure out what happened.
When Ahsoka met him outside the common area, Paz looked grim.
"The child was starving Jedi. And her mother is very sick."
Ahsoka flickers her gaze to the child and frowns. "How did you come across her?"
"She approached us." Paz answers. "I couldn't turn her away. She's so small. She needed our help."
"You did the right thing, Paz." Ahsoka answers. "I came here to pass along information, but I'll do what I can for the girl."
"Thank you." Paz answers. "I will go and check on the mother." He leaves, and Ahsoka takes a deep breath before she enters the room.
The girl couldn't be more than ten or eleven. With dark reddish hair and blue eyes that were fixated on the untouched food in front of her.
She was nervous, Ahsoka realised. Looking around like she was afraid someone would take it away at any moment. She curled her arm around the plate and looked up at Ahsoka like she sensed she was there.
"You can have seconds if you want." Ahsoka says gently as she sits across from her, tilting her head. "The covert takes care of all its foundlings." She adds, and the girl relaxes a bit, starting to eat her food. "My name is Ahsoka. You and your mother were brought in by Paz?"
The girl nods and pauses. "Mother is very sick." She looks at Ahsoka, hesitating. "You have a very pretty name. It's a lot better than mine anyway." She hesitates again as Ahsoka nods at her to continue
"My name is Satine."
Ahsoka smiled warmly. "You were named after the Duchess?" She asks, and Satine nods. "Your parents must have high hopes for you."
"I guess so." Satine shrugs. She looks at the doorway to see Paz and swallows nervously. Was something wrong?
"Young one? I need you to come with me." Paz says from the doorway, and Ahsoka is already on her feet.
"Am I in trouble?" Satine asks. She stands up and moves next to Ahsoka.
"No. It's..." Paz straightens up. "Please come with me Satine."
Ahsoka puts a hand on her shoulder. "I will come with you." She offers. Satine looks at her and nods before they follow Paz into the medical wing.
"She must go in by herself." Paz says suddenly. Ahsoka looks down at Satine and squeezes her hand. Trying to bring her comfort. She knows it's about her mother now.
He pauses at the door, and Ahsoka moves to lean against the wall as Satine lets go of her hand. She goes inside to her mother, who's been lying there for three days, and reaches out to hold her hand as Paz comes into the room.
It's cold.
"She's gone." Satine says suddenly. Her face feels hot, and she grips her mother's hand tightly. It takes a moment for Satine to realise that she's crying.
"She is with your Buir now and your ancestors." Paz replies and kneels down next to her. "But do not feel as though you are forgotten small one." He stands up. "I will be back in a moment."
Paz stands up and leaves the room, meeting Ahsoka outside; leaning against the wall. She looks at him, but death hangs in the air through the force, and she knows what Paz is about to say.
"The child's mother has died." Paz says. He looks at Ahsoka. "I will help prepare the rites, but the child must be accepted as a foundling of the tribe. You must speak to the Armorer." He looks back inside the room to Satine, who is crying quietly.
Ahsoka nods and thanks him before moving past Paz to Satine. She kneels down next to her and places a hand in her back. "Paz needs to prepare your mother for her funeral. I need you to come with me Satine."
Satine sobs, but nods; letting Ahsoka help her up. Ahsoka holds her close as they walk back to Paz, and the giant of a man places a gentle hand on Satine's head.
"It will be hard, young one, but you are not alone." Paz offers before moving away. Satine sniffs and wraps both her arms around Ahsoka tightly.
"It's going to be okay, Satine." Ahsoka tells her. She lets Satine hold onto her for as long as she needs until her tears are quiet and take her by the hand. "Come. The Armorer wishes to speak with us."
"Is she the leader around here?" Satine asks, trying to focus on anything else but her mother for a moment.
"She is." Ahsoka says, "But she has a soft spot for foundlings."
Satine nodded and didn't say anything else as they approached the forge. She kept close to Ahsoka when they approached the Armorer and a red-haired woman who had her helmet off. She didn't know Mandalorians could do that.
"This is the foundling?" The Armorer says as she puts down her hammer. She tilts her head as she looks at her, realizing she has been crying. "What has upset you adi'ka?"
"My mother..." Satine shakes her head and rubs tears from her eyes.
"...is gone." Ahsoka says. She looks at Bo, who is staring at Satine sympathetically. "Paz requested she be taken in as a foundling."
"A noble request." The Armorer answers. "You have no one else, child?" The Armorer asks softly.
Satine nodded and looked at the floor. She didn't want to look at anyone. She didn't want them to tell her it was going to be okay. Her mother was dead.
She really did have no one.
"Child, you must look me in the eyes when speaking. When you answer questions. " The Armorer explained. Satine looked at her, eyes unsure and cautious. "Good."
She turned to Bo, who had turned pale; frowning. Trying to figure out where she knew this child from. Why did she look so familiar?
"What is your name child? You're parents names?" The Armorer asked. "I must write it down so you don't forget your history."
Satine swallowed, nervous. "My name is Satine." She looked at Ahsoka, who nodded at her to continue. "My mother was Adalia, and my father was Koregan. But everyone called my buir Korkie. He died in the purge."
"He was Mandalorian?"
Satine nods. "I don't remember him though."
"You were young. It is understandable." The Armorer turned to Bo, who startled badly. She placed a hand on her arm and drew her attention. The Armorer tilted her helmet, so it touched Bo's and squeezed her arm as she pulled away.
"Are you wives?" Satine asked suddenly.
"We are." The Armorer replied, amused.
Satine brightened up. "Oh! That's so wonderful!"
Bo nodded in thanks but still didn't say anything. How could she? Not when the eyes of her late sister stared at them.
"I have to go." Bo says suddenly, ignoring the look Ahsoka sends her way. The room is suddenly too hot, too suffocating. How could no one have told her that she had a niece? That she wasn't the last Kryze.
How could they lie to her?
Satine watches as Bo leaves with a furrowed brow, her heart seizing in pain. Was she angry with her? Satine frowned. "Have I done something wrong?"
"No adi'ka. Bo is just having a rough day." The Armorer puts a hand on Satine's shoulder and draws her attention towards her. "Come. I will teach you about our funeral rights and help you through the ceremony tomorrow."
The Armorer looks at Ahsoka as she leaves with Satine, and Ahsoka nods at her. She will go and check on Bo in the meantime.
"Bye, Ahsoka." Satine waves over her shoulder and turns her attention back to the Armorer.
"I'll see you in a bit little one." Ahsoka replies gently. She watches them disapear and then reaches out with the force. Bo is outside? Upset. Angry.
Ahsoka hurries.
By the time Ahsoka finds Bo, she's thrown her helmet to the ground and is pacing. Ahsoka approaches carefully, not wanting to startle Bo but understanding that the anger she feels is coming from a place of hurt.
"Bo?" Ahsoka says, and Bo turns to her, furious.
"Nothing you say can make this better." Bo snaps at her.
"Look. You can be as mad as you want in private. But not in front of Satine." Ahsoka argues back. "She's force sensitive Bo. She knew you were upset."
Bo swallows hard and breathes hard. But the anger still lingers. "Just like Kenobi."
"He never knew about Korkie. Why would your sister tell him he had a son? She wanted him to stay with the Jedi Order." Ahsoka answers. She steps closer to Bo and holds her arm.
"That child..."
"Satine." Ahsoka corrects gently. "Has just lost her mother."
Bo turns away from Ahsoka, trying to calm down. "I won't tell the child yet."
Ahsoka sighs. "Okay."
"I need some time, Ahsoka. Please." Bo pleads with her, red hair falling in her eyes. She clenched her fist and Ahsoka turned away.
"Come inside before it gets too dark, at least." Ahsoka says. "I'll go check on Satine." She walks away, leaving Bo alone with her thoughts.
And with her regrets.
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xxlittle0birdxx · 2 years
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You know that post that muses about how difficult it would have been for Luke and Leia if Anakin and Padmé survived? All their school friends would have been drooling all over their parents? And their solution is to have Uncle Ben come pick them up from school?
The twins don’t realize just how hot their silver fox uncle is… Obi-wan pulls up to the school in a vintage Range Rover in pristine condition, wearing his usual khakis and loose linen button-down. The twins’ friends keep pestering them to introduce them to Uncle Ben. Especially Wedge, but he just wants to admire Uncle Ben’s car. Uncle Ben comes to their spring musical and meets their snooty history teacher, Miss Kryze.
Turns out they went to high school together and she beat him for some prestigious university scholarship. They even dated until they broke up to go to different universities and lost contact. Now Uncle Ben keeps showing up to all their school functions, and Miss Kryze comes to a family barbecue one Saturday with her nephew in tow, who looks suspiciously like Uncle Ben, but apparently Korkie’s name is really Bruno, because they don’t talk about that. But really. Their resemblance is eerie. They even do the same chin stroke thing.
The conversation changes when Luke’s weird boyfriend arrives. The one who won’t take off his sunglasses. Ever. Who always brings along this insanely adorable gremlin child, and only says, ‘He goes where I go,’ when asked. They have matching t-shirts with a mudhorn on the sleeve.
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ladyanidala · 7 months
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Star Wars prompt for Letting go:
Korkie loves when grandpa Qui-Gon visits. This time Qui-Gon gets sick a day or so after arriving. ( cold/ flu your choice)
Poor Korkie is upset cause grandpa is soooooo old ( 😂 he thinks he is anyway) and never gets sick.
Love the fluff…. With a little angst 😝
Tada!! I hope you like it!! It was a BUNCH of fun to write, I love little 4 year old Korkie :')
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bart1607 · 25 days
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Cat
Hello there!🤗 This is my fanfiction for Satine's week, day 4, prompt "Cat" I hope you'll enjoy this fic!❤️
Summary: Satine feels lonely and raises Korkie, as a single mother. Every day looks the same and is routine but everything change, when one morning Korkie finds a stray loth-cat.
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None! 😀
Word count: 1,114
Link to AO3:
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callmevexx · 9 months
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Did six characters fanart! It was so fun to do and I like how Satine turned out 🥰
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iidigestive-readerii · 7 months
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Day One of Obitine Week
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Prompts: Korkie, Triumph, Sunrise
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Korkie. Pronoun. First name. Origin: Kalevalan Mando. Meaning: Unknown
Triumph. Noun. A victory or conquest by military force. ; Verb. To achieve a victory or success
Sunrise. Noun. The time in morning when the sun(s) appear in the sky and daylight begins. Often signals the beginning of the workday and -
Korkie sighed, pinching the bridge of his own as he stared at his datapad. This was supposed to be an easy assignment. Just write a few paragraphs about what each word meant to oneself, or an experience with each one.
He'd had the unfortunate luck of drawing his own name - pronoun, what your name means to you - and triumph…
Triumph. Revered by any Mandalorian. He'd never known a time where he didn't know the triumphs of his ancestors.
Against the Jedi. The Galaxy. Each other.
The bloodshed. The terror. The pride.
The whispers and rumors that his mother had squashed it all.
His mother. Satine Kryze. Ruler of the Mandalorians. A Duchess with no Manda'lor.
A Duchess with a bastard child. One that was born as the sun rose, literally and figuratively.
Born as the sun rose after four days of grueling labor. Alone, because her family was dead and she never mentioned his father except on the rarest occasions.
Born as the light of a new age shown on their people, a new dawn, where fighting would be for history and not the battlefield.
He sighed again, leaning back in his chair. The dorm living room was quiet - his friends and roommates had left for dinner not too long ago. There was a part of him that wanted to join them, but he always preferred the silence and eating alone after a long day like today.
With a shake of his head he rose from the small kitchenette, taking his datapad into his room. It was the only solo in the room - being a damn prince had some perks.
His comlinks was blinking, indicating a call had been missed. Frowning, he glanced at it briefly - his mother. Twice.
The Duchess only called him more than once if it was a political issue.
"...duty calls, eh?"
His mother didn't pickup - someone else did.
"General Kenobi - umm - hi." Korkie cleared his throat, suddenly self conscious. What could he say to the man that controlled a tenth of the biggest army in the galaxy, a well known and respected Jedi, the killer of the only Sith in one-thousand years, who protected his mother during the civil war, who was dating his mother?
"Korkie!" Obi-Wan greeted cheerfully, if a bit groggy. "My apologies - your mother went to bed, she must have left me on the couch - give me a second."
Korkie pulled a smile, nodding as he was set down and heard footsteps walk away. His heart was pounding.
"Korkie!"
He jumped, letting out a short laugh as his mother slid into view. Her hair was eschew, falling from it's braid she so carefully put it in every night.
"Hi Buir - sorry, I was doing course work."
His mother smiled, crossing her legs under her. "Never apologize for living your life. It's my fault for poor planning."
"What's this about?"
"Any chance you can come home for the upcoming holiday? I have some time off too, I was planning on spending some of it at Castle Kryze. Reconnect with some distant family, make some new memories."
Korkie glanced to the door when he heard his friends come back, laughing and shouting and probably a little tipsy. He wrinkled his nose and looked back. "No plans - that sounds wonderful."
Satine laughed, covering her mouth in excitement. "Oh thank goodness - we were worried."
"We?"
"... Obi-Wan's coming for a bit too, he has leave as well. …do you mind? I would love to spend some time together with my favorite people."
"... not at all. You need to live your life too." There was a knock on his door. "I have to go - send me the details later, I love you."
"Love you too - thank you!" As she hung up, he could hear excited chatter.
Korkie sighed, closing his eyes. He had some things he wanted to ask - interrogate - his mother about. Castle Kryze would be helpful perfect place.
Neither party could change the subject easily there, with nowhere to run.
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Little late in the date, but I have a lot happening this week so this is a nice distraction. Enjoy my dears! It'll all be gathered onto AO3 at the end of the week.
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impossibleprincess35 · 8 months
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[weekofobitine] "Peace" | Preview #1
Because if I keep debating this, I might not post it at all. Here's a peek for @weekofobitine:
And in a fleeting moment of peace in between contractions, his hand would reach for the swell of her bare belly, round all over, soft, and warm to the touch. He would seek out the signs of life that had formed within, like the steady thumping of a heartbeat, and then another, hers, thundering in the background. And as her belly would tighten underneath his touch, indicating that a contraction was nearing, he would know that the moment of peace had come to an end yet again. The little mysterious world that resided within her fascinated the Jedi padawan. She fascinated him. He waited by her side as she labored and felt in awe of her, how she had spent her pregnancy rebuilding Mandalore while simultaneously growing life within her womb. It seemed typical of her, for if she did anything easily, it was nothing at all. The newly constructed dome over Sundari seemed like a grander scale model of her expectant abdomen, how it grew in a similar way, curved and wide, to protect a world that she felt so fiercely protective over. And inside her womb, another world existed where their child formed so perfectly in peace that only a mother’s form could provide.
(Updated on 9/17: Here's the actual fic on AO3 now that it's Obitine Week!)
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Chin rubs run in the family.
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the-obiwan-for-me · 9 months
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I totally missed the fact that She Said the Word turned 3 years old on Sunday, and I feel kinda bad. It felt like forgetting my child's birthday, considering how much time and energy I have invested in what is now a nearly half million word series. I would say the lock down era thought game of "what would life look like if Satine had said the word?" kinda grew legs and ran away with me.
Anyway, this story occupies a huge portion of my brain, and I know that's true for lots of others, too. So, to celebrate three full years with this story and family, ask me anything! Whether it's about the story, the writing process, the characters, or where I see them going, I want to talk about it!
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iwouldratherbeahobbit · 7 months
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Week of Obitine
@weekofobitine
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.”
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