#i love satine kryze with all my heart

[fellthemarvelous]

This one little moment always makes me so giddy.

[bosooka]

What are some of your favorite Bo Katan hcs?

oh man. i have SO many bo headcanons i genuinely don't know where to begin, and also a ton of these were crowdsourced in servers and the like. uhhhhhhh? let's do chronologically i guess???

she and satine are five years apart. they were raised together for the most part, though satine, as her father's heir, got a very different upbringing than she did. bo was relatively sheltered from the reality of the civil war raging as they grew up, while satine saw wayyyy too much at a very young age.

her mother was a member of clan vizsla who married into the kryze clan. she was assassinated when bo and satine were both very very young, so they were mainly raised by their father (and many tutors)

she was sickly as a child, and satine exceeded her in every way, physically, intellectually, etc. which was terrible on bo's self-esteem, though she did eventually catch up to her sister as they got older. this one is stolen from @underworldobsessed whose twin!kryzes live in my heart forever

the sisters being separated was absolutely apocalyptic for them both and neither truly recovered emotionally from it. satine believed bo to be dead for years, and pre in turn told bo that satine was relieved to not have to worry about her anymore.

her armor was once her mother's, per @the-obiwan-for-me's headcanon

also stolen from the-obiwan-for-me, her hair was always a point of vanity for her and she kept it very very long until a fight with pre made her chop it all off

while on the subject of pre: they were in a romantic relationship for years. this is extremely foundational to how i view bo's character in general actually!! he essentially took advantage of her when she was an impressionable and traumatized young woman, and then weaponized her against her sister for fully over a decade. it was totally scummy and abusive and terrible for her and she spends years after his death processing what happened

she was very religious/spiritual when she was young and became a jaded agnostic during the imperial era. what was left of her faith was shattered by the great purge, and she partially blames mandalorian religion for dividing her people and leaving them vulnerable to destruction

she is extremely suspicious and lowkey terrified of the armorer. i know everyone thinks they're friends and i COMPLETELY disagree, every time they're onscreen together i fear for bo's life. bo knows that the alliance with the COTW completely rests on the armorer's whim and she doesn't trust it for a second.

she loves little kids, especially grogu, whom she is teaching to read

she saved some of satine's clothes when the empire destroyed mandalore. they were in korkie's possession until he also died, so now they're hers and she looks at them when she really wants to feel sorry for herself. she takes 100% responsibility for satine's death and refused the darksaber the first time on the basis of her guilt.

in general bo is just someone who is very much a product of her environment. if she had a healthier upbringing and/or less exposure to pre she would have been an entirely different person. she is intensely principled and has the same heart of gold as satine, she is just younger and significantly easier to manipulate. her biggest weakness is that she is naive!!

idk if by favorite you meant "cute" or "extremely important to how i understand her character" so i covered...well mostly the latter but i think there are some milder ones in here???

[halfagonyandhope]

ignite the stars │ch. 1

Satine Kryze is an internationally-recognized scholar in genocide studies who recently resigned from the Department of State over her concerns regarding the agency's ethics. Ben Kenobi is a tenured professor at Georgetown University studying the use of religion to justify military conflicts. Once high school sweethearts, the two haven't spoken since parting ways for university. That is, until Satine accepts a research fellowship - at Georgetown.

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"The dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins –

but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness:

one lone candle is enough to hold it back.

Love is more than a candle.

Love can ignite the stars.”

― Matthew Stover

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She’s lost.

Satine Kryze sits on a wooden bench in a deserted hallway, rolling her eyes. If only they could see me now, she thinks. Satine Kryze, internationally-recognized scholar of genocide, once heir-apparent to the United States Department of State - lost, on her way to find her new office.

It’s not as though Georgetown University’s campus is particularly hard to navigate. But she’d just spent eight hours in back-to-back department meetings for her orientation to her new fellowship position, and she can barely recall what she’d managed to eat for lunch let alone where she’d been several hours before that. And her Metro card - the key to her catching her bus and getting home - happens to be in her office, along with her phone.

She sighs. No matter. By the sound of it, lecture is wrapping up in the room beside her, and she can ask for directions.

Satine leans against the cool marble behind her and begins to listen to the prof.

She tenses.

She knows that voice.

The last time she’d heard it - in person at least - they’d been hastily pulling off clothes nearly twenty years ago, both eighteen and about to depart for university, loath to let either of their first times be with anyone but each other.

And then he’d disappeared, off to West Point, seemingly to enlist in the war.

“Dr. Kenobi, can I get an extension on the midterm paper?” comes the sound of a young voice as the door to the classroom opens and a throng of students rush to leave. “My grandma passed away this weekend, and I need to attend her funeral.”

Satine hears a sigh. “Mildred,” comes a deep voice. “How many grandmothers do you have? By my count, you’ve lost three this term, and it’s not yet half over.”

Satine snickers, then, remembering herself, she covers her face with her arm as though stifling a cough. The stream of students slows to a trickle, and then an embarrassed Mildred exits the room. Satine stands and takes a deep breath.

Then she steps inside.

The lecture hall slopes downward so that she has the high ground. The lights are still dimmed, PowerPoint presentation still on the screen above the man behind the lectern.

Ben Kenobi looks precisely as she remembers and yet completely different. His auburn hair is neat, tidy, but there are patches of gray near his temples. Satine tenses again as she takes in his beard - now that is new. She’s not sure what to think of it.

Tall still, and lanky - still - but now, the years have filled him out. Ben is muscular and broad in ways completely unfamiliar to her. But the way he moves, every motion smooth, calculated, like a dancer - that’s all she’s ever known.

Ben ejects his thumb drive from the computer, drops it in his bag, and looks up.

Satine meets his eyes.

He can’t hide his surprise.

“Satine?”

She embraces the awkwardness. “Hello there, Ben.”

He hitches his bag further up on his shoulder. “After all these years, you're even more beautiful than ever,” he says, seemingly without thinking if the blush that spreads across his face is any indication.

Satine raises an eyebrow, but she’s amused. “And you’re still a flirt.”

She walks down the aisle to meet him at the lectern, under the dim light. And she takes in all the details she could not from the top of the room: the laugh lines around his eyes - she hopes the wrinkles are due to laughter - and the scent of sandalwood. The latter, at least, hasn’t changed, and the memories activated by the distinct aroma flash in her mind.

The twinkle of his eyes, blessedly, also remains.

“It’s still working for you, apparently,” he retorts.

Satine rolls her eyes and crosses her arms against her chest. “All those years, and yet…here we are.”

He grins. “Here we are.”

She can’t help the quirk of her lip, even if her stomach flips at the sight of his smile. “It is good to see you again, Ben.”

“Likewise, Madam Secretary,” he teases. “Or has everyone stopped calling you that?”

Satine groans internally at the old nickname. It had started at boarding school and somehow continued throughout university, amplified by her meteoric rise at State after completing her doctorate. Despite the hype, she’d resigned before ever truly becoming qualified for the position.

At her silence, Ben says, “I read your op-ed. In The Washington Post,” he adds, as if feeling the need to clarify - perhaps wondering if she’d written other critically-acclaimed opinion pieces. “It was well-written. Noble.”

“Yet not realistic?” It was the same argument they’d had twenty years ago, the same argument they’d always had.

Ben shrugs. “What I think is hardly the point. You realized the work you were doing didn’t suit the person you’d become. That’s honorable.”

“You disagree with my choice.”

“Would I have made a different choice? Yes,” says Ben, chuckling. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t respect yours. And for the record, I think you’re right - I don’t think there’s a way to work in international relations, particularly at State, without compromising your ethics or morals. But I’d rather the kind of people who are actually concerned about that be the ones who remain in leadership there.”

Satine lets out a huff. “Was that a disguised compliment, Ben Kenobi?”

“There was nothing disguised about it, Satine.”

They hold each other’s gaze for a long moment before he speaks again.

“But you didn’t stop by my lecture for a compliment,” he says. “In fact, judging by how uncomfortable you look, you didn’t plan on stopping by here at all.”

Satine sighs. “I left my phone and Metro card in my office. And I do not remember where my office is.” She narrows her eyes at him before he can speak. “It’s been a long day,” she hisses, and he throws up his hands in mock surrender.

“Did I say anything?” he says.

“You were thinking it. Very loudly.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Look, Ben, I just assumed whichever authority figure was lecturing here would know how to get back to the International Relations wing. Little did I know that no actual authority figure would be lecturing.”

He presses a hand to his heart. “A lethal blow. Well, authority figure or not, I actually know precisely where your office is.” At her questioning glance, he gives her a small smile. “I stopped there earlier today. I knew it was your first day, and it’s not far from my office. I wanted to warn you.”

I wanted to give you a head’s up so that you wouldn’t find out your ex works down the hall from you, potentially in front of all your new coworkers.

The additional explanation goes unsaid, but she hears it anyway, and she is grateful. Then all of his words sink in.

Satine blinks at him. “You kept tabs on when I was starting?”

“You’re joining my department,” he says pointedly.

“You’re in International Relations?”

“The tone in which you delivered that was another lethal blow. Yes, actually, and I was just granted tenure last year.”

She tilts her head, considering. “You weren’t among the faculty I saw when I interviewed.” She would have remembered seeing him.

Ben shifts his weight. “I was on sabbatical last semester. I didn’t spend much time on campus, much to the horror of my postdoc and grad student.”

“Pray, please repeat yourself because I must not have heard that correctly. Ben Kenobi, the man who once swore hither and yon that he would never go into teaching, is now a tenured professor with a postdoc and a doctoral student?”

“Technically, she’s a master’s student.”

Satine bites her lip.

“Probably wise to remain silent,” says Ben, smirking at her, “if you’re counting on me to rescue you. Further verbal abuse and I’ll just get you even more lost.”

He gestures with his hand for her to lead the way out of the lecture hall, and she climbs the steps in front of them, pondering over his words. He’s right, she realizes, but not for the reasons he thinks.

She’s already irrevocably lost - she had been the moment she’d locked eyes with him again.

[the-bad-batch]

Reader Masterlist

Melissa Schemmenti 

Make you Feel My love -  Set after Season 2 Episode 18. You go home to find Melissa upset and angrily sorting her closet after the events of the staff room argument. You comfort her as she confides in you with a new insecurity.

Coffee Mugs & Cronuts -  Melissa has a bad weekend, unfortunately for you, you catch her on a bad day. After breaking her coffee mug and spilling the coffee all over yourself, you argue. Melissa says things that break your heart and you spend the rest of the week avoiding her. Both of you unaware of the love you share for each other.

Finding Happiness with You -  Jacob and Janine are back at Melissa's for further cooking lessons. Neither know that you and Melissa live together, after falling in love when you join the school as the new third grade teacher.

I was meant to love you - You were seven when your soulmate tattoo appeared.

"You’re bleeding, are you alright? I’ll kill him."

You’re the only redhead I want -  Melissa overhears a conversation between you and Jacob and mistakenly believes you're in a secret relationship and unwilling to tell her. She begins to avoid you until you're forced to take action.

She’s everything I’ve been prayin for -  After a one night stand with a beautiful redhead, you rush out of her home and to your new job only to find her sat in the staff room. To your delight she seems to have enjoyed the night before just as much as you do and can't help teasing you about it.   18+ 

What We Do In The Dark - Melissa x OC

Forced to take time off work after a breakdown, Melissa finds herself taking her sisters advice and going to an sex club which her sister had mentioned, just to prove that Kristen Marie has terrible ideas. There she finds a new place to let loose and a woman she only knows by the name of Ell, who will change her life forever.   18+ 

I think this is when I set myself free - A year ago, you left your home with Melissa, leaving your engagement ring in her hand after she'd told you to leave. Now, you stand in front of her at the annual Schemmenti party, ready to finally get the closure to leave before you try to move on from her.

If only moving on from her was possible.

Bo-Katan Kryze

She will change everything series: 

A Future Uncertain - You find yourself following Din to Kalevala to check in on Bo-Katan after her home is destroyed. You're yet to take the creed and get your armour. Having been told to take time to discover yourself and see if the Creed is meant for you. You're Certain of your future until the former Princess of Mandalore stands before you.She's going to change everything.

Show Yourself -  Mandalore is being restored. Bo has rebuilt on Kalevala. You're now a Mandalorian having finally taken the creed but you can't get Bo off your mind. So you find yourself stood in front of her palace, unsure why you can't get the former Princess off your mind.

Hit me with your best shot -  Satine’s mark is simply “Duchess.

”She’d begged Bo to show her the moment it had appeared and she’d refused until her pleading got too much. Satine had smiled, big and toothy like she always did whenever she was truly happy. All she’d uttered was how appropriate.

Lady Bo-katan Kryze, people have always told me of your beauty, wish they’d warned me about how hard you hit.

One under the light of Mandalore -  You organise a party at the palace and invite the new republic cities, as well as those who you believe will benefit being aligned with Mandalore. Your wife sits upon the Throne and you find yourself playing diplomat when you run into an old friend. 

I want you Mentally and Physically -  After Bo confirms that all you are is fuck buddies, you decide to wind her up by flirting with your closest friends. What could possibly go wrong? 18+ 

Bo-Katan Kryze & The Armorer 

Forever & Ever Series

I think I could love you forever -  A nomad former Jedi, you find yourself on Mandalore after saving a Mandalorian child from Storm Troopers. There you meet the Manda'lor and her adviser plus a friend from your past you thought was lost. Convinced you would be better off on your own, your thrown into turmoil when you realise your connection the Manda'lor and her Advisor is more than just attraction.

Ghosts of our Past -  As your relationship with both Bo and The Armorer continues, your past continues to haunt you. You can't forget the night everything changed for you, when your friends and family were killed by the Empire during Order 66. Luckily for you, you have supportive partners and friends.

In My Dreams -  Although you're married to Bo, you can't help but wonder what it would be like if you both introduced Ahsoka and The Armorer into your bedroom and Bo, ever the perfect wife wants to make your dreams come true. 18+ Only

Fennec Shand

You can confide in me - The first time you see Fennec, she hasn't slept for days. Slowly, you manage to get her to confide in you and eventually, you begin to confide into you.Jedi/Book store owner reader.

Agatha Harkness 

May Angels Lead you In -  Agatha mourns the loss of her lover after her lover has lost the battle with her mental health. She receives comfort from the one person who can understand her loss. *Trigger Warning for Suicide here* 

Miscommunications and M&MS -  “Are you jealous?” You can’t help but be amused as Agatha continues to move around your room in the new and improved Avenger’s compound.

“No, I’m not!” She huffs and you lean against the sofa as you continue to watch her pick up her books and pile them on one of the many small tables scattered around the room.

“Oh, you really are jealous!” You let out a laugh, before your smile fades slightly. “Wait, why would you be jealous?”

Lin Beifong 

Stop Talking -  You are Zhu Li's little sister. You've managed to get a job as Lin Beifong's assistant and are tired of watching her work herself into the ground. It had nothing to do with the giant unrequited crush you'd got on her right?

Are you Mine? (I’m yours) -  You bring Lin her dinner but she's not in the mood to eat. *Explicit Smut* 18+ 

You don’t see me (Not how I see you) - You've been with Lin for years but you've never been her priority. So you leave.

Desperate for you -  Lin's tied up in front of you, desperate for you and you've never seen anything sexier. *Explicit Smut* 18+ 

Maria Hill

I can’t lose you -  You're injured as the Avengers battle Abomination, Maria reacts.

I’m Home (In your arms) -  Maria returns from Space after a year and you're just happy shes home.

[separatist-apologist]

Hi MB!

I hope you had a wonderful May 4th!!

I’ve just recently gotten into StarsWars (specifically the clone wars) and have discovered Obi Wan and Satine. Are you a big fan of them?

Is Satine only in the clone wars or are there also books that she is in? And what are your favorite Obi wan books?

If you do ship them are there any fics that you have read that you recommend?

I consulted @melting-houses-of-gold for this list, anon- anyone looking for a SW fanfic rec should ABSOLUTELY hit her up (AND FOLLOW HER), she is a compendium of knowledge!

Had You Said The Word by @velidewrites:

*crawls out of delusion box* But what if Satine DIDN'T die?

OR

TCW Season 5 Episode 16 reimagined to spare our feelings and simp for Dark Side!Obi Wan.

a map toward honor by @/galateagalvanized:

"Wait, I’m sorry, Satine, did you—did you steal two million clones?”

“‘Steal’, Obi-Wan? You can’t steal free-willed people." Satine laughs. "No, my dear. Kal sent me the access codes for every landing pad, door, and defense network the Kaminoans had, and we shut it all down. I don’t think even their automatic toilets were working by the time we walked through their front doors. After that, well. We had a nice chat with the clones, and we killed every single Kaminoan that tried to stop any of us from walking back out.”

Or: Satine steals some clones, steals a Jedi, and saves the universe. This is the way.

Morning Star by @/kurenaino: this is a series, so check out each work for the summary

The Jedi And His Duchess by @/sulis57:

Satine Kryze is a pacifist because of the Mandalorian civil war. But the idea first takes root in her mind after watching something terrible happen to Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The story of how Obi-Wan and Satine fell in love when they were young, and how their feelings reemerged when they reconnected during the Clone Wars.

Told in dual timelines. Graphic Violence. Takes place pre Phantom Menace/post Clone Wars episode Duchess of Mandalore.

“Calm yourself, young one.” Qui-Gon’s large hands stroked her cheekbones. “Where is Obi-Wan?”

She stared at him with wild eyes, tears still running down her face. “They took him.”

Qui-Gon’s look changed instantly, his features fell as fear gripped his heart. “Where?”

“Down the mountain, by the river.”

“Who was it?”

“Five bounty hunters. Obi-Wan could sense them coming. He told me to run.” Her chin began to tremble. “But I heard him scream so I went back.”

Only Hope by @/tessiete: Another series, again check out the individual summaries!

She Said The Word by @/the_obiwan_for_me:

In one universe, Jedi padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi is not asked to stay by the love of his life, Duchess Satine Kryze. We all know how that story goes.

In another, she said the word.

How is the galaxy effected when the great Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi never existed?

What does a galaxy torn to pieces look like with family man/consort to the Mandalorian Duchess Obi-Wan Kenobi in it?

[dindjarinmandalorian]

Bo X Din.. “No longer Alone”

Part One..

Bo and Din stand alone at the front of the ship examining the Horizon.. No other Mandalorians in sight.. Din: “These are the reasons I serve you Lady Kryze..” Bo turns to look at Din.. her face is soft.. Din: “Your song is not yet written.. I will serve you until it is..” Din places his hand on his heart.. He turns and begins to walk away. Bo: “Din..?” Din stops in his tracks and slowly turns back to Bo.. she meets him and closes the distance.. Bo: “ I never thanked you..” Din: “Thanked me for what?” Bo takes a step closer to him Bo: “Had you not gone to the mines.. I’d be dead..” Bo looks to the floor.. Din: “Had you not saved me in the mines, I’d be dead.. You’ve saved me more times then I can count..” A small smile appears on Bo’s face.. a silence between them.. Din detects it.. Din: “Lady Kryze..” He again turns to leave when he is stopped.. Bo grabs his hand and turns him back to face her.. she suddenly bring her hands to Dins helmet. She connects her forehead to his.. Her breathing quickens slightly.. she doesn’t care about the possibility that others can see them.. Din hesitantly places his hands at her waist.. Bo: “ I don’t want to be alone Din.. I’ve lost so many people.. so many things I care about.. I don’t want to lose you too..” Their heads still rest against one another.. a tear runs down Bo’s face.. Bo: “ I lost Mandalore.. I lost my Sis- I lost Satine.. I’ve been alone for so long.. I don’t feel alone with you Din.. You and Grogu are all I have left..” Din moves his hand to wipe the tears from beneath her eyes.. He caresses her hand before slowly moving his hands to his helmet.. Bo’s face slowly turns to shock as she begins to realize what Din is doing.. Din slowly removes his helmet.. he slowly lets it fall to the wood floor of the ship.. A small smile forms on Bo’s face as she lays eyes on Din true face for the first time.. Din again takes her hand.. for the first time he stares into her eyes intensely.. she stares into his eyes in return.. Din: “Bo.. I can assure you that as long as I’m around, you will never be alone.. you will never feel alone.. ever again.. you have my word..” A tear again falls down Bo’s cheek.. She slowly places her hands around Dins neck and softly connects their lips.. it’s filled with passion and emotion.. two souls become one.. they break the kiss and again connect their foreheads before looking into each others eyes.. Bo: “ Mhi solus tome” Din’s face softens in surprise.. Din: “Bo?” Bo: “Mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde" Din: “Bo I come from nothing.. I have nothing to offer you.. Bo: “You have everything I want Din.. A family.. A home.. and most importantly you have you.. I want you.. You’ve shown me so many things over these last months.. for the first time since I lost Satine.. I’ve felt.. happy.. Happy with you.. I’ve smiled.. because of you.. I couldn’t even remember the last time I did that..” Din doubts it as he looks down.. Bo’s hands hold Din’s face.. Bo: “ I want you Din.. You and Grogu.. You are my family.. I love you.. Marry me.. Become a part of clan Kryze.. be with me.. please..” Din looks to her eyes.. A tear falls down Dins face.. Din: “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde" Bo smile shines bright as she closes the distance between their lips again.. they hold onto each other as if it’s the last time they will.. Din: “ I love yo Bo.. More then you’ll ever know..” The light of the full moon shines bright on Clan Kryze..

Mandalorian Wedding Vows..

Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde

=

We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."

BODIN FOR THE FREAKING WIN 🔥

[bad-batch-pretty-boy]

Pretty - Satine Kryze x fem!Reader

A/N: The universe knew I’d be too powerful if this were me, so I had to write it instead, lol

It’s my second fic in the fandom and my first one for Satine so please be nice. I’m still working on proper characterization. Please do let me know if I missed a warning, though!

I’m also maybe channeling a crush of mine, which is why there’s so much angst 🫢 Definitely not projecting or anything. Nope. Not at all

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

CW: probably ooc Satine; arranged marriage au; mild but important Satine x Obi-Wan; angst; Reader is younger, but meant to be read as about 20; pining; femme Reader; nsfw; smut; explicit sexual content; mild shame; mentioned sex dreams; Reader is a lesbian who doesn’t like men; light teasing; kissing; making out; breast worship; breast play; I think this counts as subspace; praise; fingering; duchess kink; cum tasting; implied multiple rounds

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Your soft footsteps hurry past the open balcony door. They pause, and slowly return.

You peek around the edge of the door, quietly watching. She’s out there, dressed in a luxurious silk nightgown, so thin you can practically see the dips of her body through the fabric.

She’s talking, voice low and achingly soft. Your heart wilts at the sound. You want it to be you she’s talking to. But you know who it is.

For weeks now, ever since the alliance of your planet to Mandalore, and your subsequent wedding, she’s been talking to someone. A man. A Jedi.

His name is Obi-Wan and Satine is so in love with him and not with you.

You weren’t exactly expecting her to instantly fall for you, given that it was a political marriage. But you’d at least hoped…

You pull back, fiddling with the hem of your nightdress. It’s the companion piece to hers. Short and wispy and so delicate you were afraid it would fall to pieces. You’ve never felt prettier in your life, but you know it doesn’t really matter.

Not now that you’ve gone and fallen in love with your wife.

It’s made worse by the fact that you’re still young. Perfect childbearing age. Still anxious with desire and bottled up hormones.

She’s elegant and older and has a son. A son. He’s barely a few years younger than you. It’s no wonder she hasn’t fallen for you like you have for her.

But oh, how could you not?

You take another peek, gaze slowly tracing the way the gown smooths against Satine’s skin. For a second you allow yourself to imagine what it would be like to trace along her skin with your tongue. To follow the dips and lines of her body to the place you ache to see the most.

Her dress shifts. She turns and you don’t duck out of the way fast enough. But you still move, and for a moment you just hold your breath.

Even footsteps. And a perfectly measured voice. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

You curse the stars, but can’t help but answer the call of her voice. You step back into her sight, head ducked like you’re a shamed creature. “The bed was cold.”

It’s not a lie. It’s never quite warm enough without her. But that wasn’t why you’d been woken up. You can still feel the heat of your dream, the way you’d gasped awake moments before satisfaction.

She hums in consideration, studying your face. She reaches out, lifting your chin. You slowly meet her gaze, your breath catching at the sigh. Stars, she is gorgeous.

“Obi-Wan wants to meet you.” The sudden change has you thrown off. For a moment, you just stare at her. “He… what?”

“He wants to meet you.” A tiny smile dances across her lips and you immediately crave the sight.

“Why…?” You ask, half distracted.

“You are my wife now,” she replies smoothly. “And he is one of my oldest friends.”

You almost snort. He most certainly is not just a friend to her. But you hold back. Instead, you nod politely and look away. “I see.”

She looks at you for a long moment. “I think you’ll like him,” she says softly. “He’s very charming and is more wit than I know what to do with.”

You hate to admit that you also think you’ll like him. Or at least, begrudgingly respect him. But you don’t say that.

Instead, you murmur, “With all due respect, I’ve long known I don’t like any man. He’s simply not my type.”

It’s a very poor joke, and you regret it as soon as you say it.

Satine’s eyebrow quirks. “Your type?” She tilts her head a little. “And what, exactly, is your… type?”

You swallow. Your throat is suddenly very dry and your feet have never looked more interesting. “Oh. You know. Women.”

“Women.” There’s a note of amusement to her voice. “Hmm. What type of women?”

You stop breathing. You can’t look up. She knows. You know she knows. And she’s teasing you.

It’s so cruel, but you know she’s not doing it to be mean.

She hums softly at your silence and gently tips up your chin. You meet her gaze for the second time, heart caught in your throat.

“Am I perhaps your type?” She murmurs, gaze not quite soft but not without affection. You swallow and give a tiny nod.

After a moment, you manage to croak out, “Why?”

She smiles sadly. Wistfully. Mournfully. “It was brought to my attention that I've been neglecting my duties to you as your wife.” Her thumb trails along your cheek. “We haven’t even had a proper marriage night, have we?”

You stay silent. You can’t breathe. There’s no way this is happening. You must’ve fallen back asleep and this is just another dream.

“I should’ve seen it sooner,” she murmurs. “Am I too late, or will you let me fulfill my duty to you?”

Your heart shatters and leaps at the same time. Duty. That’s what you are to her. Nothing more than a commitment of honor. And yet…

You can’t find it in you to say no. A stronger women would, perhaps, but not you. You’re just so weak when it comes to her.

You nod, not trusting your voice. She gives that sad little smile again and leans in.

Your heart stops when her lips press to yours, so soft and gentle. It’s like kissing a cloud. You can’t help it; the way you respond so eagerly. You lean into it, melt into it, chase her lips with yours when she pulls back.

Your hand comes up to cup her face, pulling her back to you. You press into her, desperation filling every inch of your body.

She doesn’t stop you. In fact, her lips part and her tongue gently swipes against your lower lip. You immediately part your own and she licks into your mouth. You moan, soft and high-pitched and needy.

You gasp when she suddenly presses you back, guiding you back against the wall. She pulls away for just a moment, and you’re suddenly filled with fire.

You twirl her around, caging her up against the wall. Your hands fall to her hips, slide up her sides. Your lips move to her neck, fueled by the burning need to taste her skin. You suck gently, leaving small marks you know will fade.

Your hands come up a little higher, resting just below her bust. You’ve wanted to touch her for so long. To kiss your way down to her breasts and lavish them with love.

You finally have the chance now, but the moment is marred by the breaking of your heart in your chest. It’s not what you wanted, but it’ll have to do anyway.

Your fingers gently trace along the neckline of her gown, shying away from what you crave so badly. You’re so conflicted; your tongue lightly tracing along her skin.

Satine lets out a soft little sigh, almost impatient sounding. It jolts you from your thoughts, pulling you back into the moment. You swallow. Take a breath. And finally cup her breasts in your hands.

Even through the thin fabric of her nightwear, her breasts are soft. Warm, with pebbled nipples. You want to touch them. You want to kiss them. You need to.

So you do. You slip down the neckline of her dress, gaze wide as her skin is revealed to you. Dusky pink nipples, smooth milky skin. You’re pressing your mouth to her before you can even think about it.

You kiss her breast, closing your lips around her pebbled nipple. She makes a soft sound, yearning and aching. It ignites your body, sending heat straight between your legs.

But you remain gentle. You worship her breast, alternating between sucking and licking at her nipple. Then you switch breasts, head getting dizzy with overwhelming relief at finally getting to taste her skin.

You pull away, nuzzling your face against her chest. You can barely think, so breathless and desperate with need. You want her. You need her.

You don’t realize she’s wrapped her arms around you until you feel her gently rub your back. Her voice breaks through your haze, soft murmurs of praise filling the air.

She gently pulls away and you bite back a whimper of loss. But she takes your hand, a unreadable look on her face. “Come, sweet darling. It’s not a proper marriage night if we ignore our bed.”

You follow her, head slowly clearing of fuzz. It’s a little embarrassing, how easily you melted with just a few kisses to her breasts. But she doesn’t seem upset.

In fact, she guides you to the bed, laying you down with a pillow under your head. She presses a kiss to your lips, running her fingers up and down your thigh. “You’re such a pretty girl. I’m sorry for not seeing it sooner.”

You’re too distracted by her hands, more heat gathering in your core every time her fingers get close to your pussy.

“Let me work for your forgiveness, darling,” she murmurs. “I want to know my pretty wife.”

You melt at her words, dazed at her praise. “Please,” you whisper, and she finally smiles warmly.

“Such good manners.” Her fingers slide higher up your thigh, just barely teasing the edge of your soaked panties. “I’ve got you, darling. Just let me take care of you.”

You nod, and then whimper as she slips her fingers under your panties. Her fingertips dip between your folds, smearing slick as she traces from your hole to your clit. Pleasure spikes as she circles it, making you squirm and moan.

Her fingers feel so much better than yours, your arousal so much stronger. You feel like you could cum just like this, from the barest of touches.

“Please, Satine,” you gasp out. “Oh, please, Duchess!”

The use of her title seems to be the key because she listens. Her fingers press to your hole, pushing two inside without hesitation. You take them greedily, slick gushing from your pussy as she starts to scissor her fingers. Stretching you out and rubbing against your walls at the same time.

Her fingers are longer than yours, and you arch with a cry when she presses against a spot inside you. She shushes you with a kiss to your stomach before bullying her fingers against the spot.

You writhe, moans and eventually sobs spilling from your lips. It feels so good. And when she rubs her thumb against your clit you come with a cry of her name.

She fucks you through your orgasm before gently pulling out. She lifts her fingers to her lips, making direct eye contact with you as she sucks your slick from her hand. It sets your skin ablaze and you just gaze with wide eyes.

“You taste as good as you look,” she murmurs, a smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes seem to gleam, and you know. It doesn’t matter if she’s doing this to duty or for love. All you know is you’re in for a long night.

And you’re determined to enjoy every moment of it.

[impossibleprincess35]

The Echo and the Stain | ch 25

[Excerpt:]

“Do you miss your parents?” Obi-Wan asked softly.

She thought about it. Habit told her to just say yes, to do the polite thing and give him the answer he was probably looking for; but Satine felt as though she could be honest with him, too, and so she hesitated in thought before finally admitting, “No. I miss the idea of them.”

The padawan’s eyebrows raised slightly and he responded, “The idea of them. Hm.”

“You understand what it feels like to be homesick,” Satine said. “I am sick for all of it. For my home, for my parents. There is an ache that exists deep within me that I cannot cure, and I believe it has always been there from the time that I was a small child. Long before I was ever hurt or made to feel inferior, that ache existed, like a defect from my birth.”

She paused, staring out into thin air.

“Sometimes I wonder if my parents were guilty of all the shortcomings I have accused them of, or were they doomed to fail because I was too difficult to love.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth opened slightly, as though he would have gasped, but he remained quiet. He wanted to reassure her that she was not alone, and that she was not deserving of the self-disdain that she had for herself in this moment; and most of all, he wanted to tell her that she was not difficult to love. She was quite easy to love.

But her behavior was puzzling, as Satine was not emotional.

The Mandalorian girl with hair the color of starlight appeared rather rejected in her body language, slumped forward with her hand resting on her chin. Her jaw was tightly shut and her eyes were now aimed down at the ground where she used the toe of her boot to draw circles in the dirt. Her Force signature was one of resignation and acceptance. There was no warring nature to her when the matter of her lovability was up for debate, for Satine Kryze had accepted a long time ago that she was difficult.

Obi-Wan frowned as he wondered how many people had ever made her feel that way.

Then he bowed his head when he realized that he had been one of them.

Satine failed to notice this as she leaned forward to hug her knees and she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, “I want to be a good daughter, but not at the expense of my own morality. I suppose that has always been the heart of the matter with me.

“You’re lucky, you know,” she said as she tried to sound cheerful. “You don’t have the burden of disappointing your parents. It stays with you, like a stain upon your skin that never fades.”

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Chapter 25 is up.

(That's probably one of my favorite passages I've written about Satine's nature. But this is the venom-mites chapter! So, yeah. Sorry. I just had to capitalize on the opportunity to share that part that I liked so much. :D)

[juniperika]

Your soul is ill, but you will not find a cure (12598 words) by KindOfASorcerer Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze Additional Tags: Adonai Kryze & Bo-Katan Kryze - Freeform, Bo-Katan Kryze & Satine Kryze - Freeform, Bo-Katan Kryze & Pre Vizsla - Freeform, Bo-Katan Kryze & Ahsoka Tano - Freeform, Bo-Katan Kryze/Koska Reeves - Freeform, Hanahaki Disease, Non-Fatal Hanahaki, romantic and platonic love, Time Skips, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, I'm trying to be canon compliant but canon is a mess, Blood, Injury, Vomiting, Minor Character Death, Zabrak!Armorer, The Armorer has a name, Implied Sexual Content, Marriage, Happy Ending

Summary: “I’m afraid I don’t understand, Your Highness.” “You said she has it,” Father hissed, his voice cutting through the confused silence. “How long before she suffocates?” The healer sounded genuinely baffled as she answered, “Your Highness, with all due respect, no one dies from a broken heart anymore.” “Her mother did,” Father gritted out. Bo withheld the urge to look up. They never discussed Mother. She didn’t even know what she’d looked like, never having seen a portrait, and everyone around her kept saying how much the little princess took after her father with her rust-coloured hair and freckled cheeks. Or, everything is the same, except whenever Bo-Katan refuses to acknowledge her feelings, she coughs up flowers. There might be a correlation.

This is the only thing I've written these past few months apart from spamming my WIP folder, see sob story in the endnotes

[thechaoticfanartist]

The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim

Timeline: 22 BBY - 19 BBY

(Main) Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Grim Kennet, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano

Summary: A retelling of The Clone Wars and Revenge Of The Sith with a new character added into the story. One who is determined to change it. But is it possible to rewrite fate?

Rated: Teen and up

Warnings: Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Canon divergent, friends to lovers, tragedy, hurt/comfort, Jedi as found family

Series: it came from tragedy

Story Established: October 2021

OC Established: February 2020

A03 | Wattpad

Masterlist

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Age: 35 - 38

Homeworld: Stewjon

Master: Qui-Gon Jinn

Padawan: (Formerly) Anakin Skywalker, (Currently) Grim Kennet

Love Interest: N/A, implied to have once had a past relationship with Satine Kryze

Theme Song(s): A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers, Light by Sleeping At Last

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Jedi Master who is on the Jedi Council. His life is meant for infinite sadness. He knows this, and yet he hopes still. He is bright in the Force. A beacon of light against all of the darkness. Before the outbreak of The Clone Wars Obi-Wan trained Anakin Skywalker. The younger Jedi being knighted after the first battle of Geonosis. He is caring and compassionate, and a warrior both on the battlefield and with words. And he prefers to negotiate rather than fight. He can only guide his Padawans to make the right choices and stay connected to the light, although he wishes they would accept his help.

Grim Kennet

Age: 14 - 17

Homeworld: Earth

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawan: N/A

Love Interest: Ahsoka Tano

Theme Song(s): The Fixer by Brent Morgan, Atlantis by Seafret, All Things End by Hozier, I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last, Two by Sleeping At Last, Eight by Sleeping At Last, Youth by Daughter

Grim Kennet is the Jedi Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but there is far more to her than one might know. Grim originally was from Earth and was a fan of the Star Wars franchise. One day in the middle of May in 2020, Grim ended up in The Clone Wars. From then on she made it her goal to change the story of the war to favor the Jedi. She learns to navigate the blurred lines of fiction and reality. Grim keeps many secrets and struggles with the constant battle of light and darkness. She is stubborn to a fault, and is kind and caring. Although she must be wary of her anger and fear that may lead her down a darker path.

Anakin Skywalker

Age: 19 - 22

Homeworld: Tatooine

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawan: Ahsoka Tano

Love Interest: Padmé Amidala

Theme Song(s): Monster by Imagine Dragons, A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers, Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, Traitor by Daughtry

Anakin Skywalker is the Chosen One destined to bring balance to the Force. Formerly the Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin now has a Padawan of his own. He must learn how to teach his own student while navigating a war and the storm inside his heart. Keeping many secrets that it claws at him. And a dragon whispers inside "all things die, Anakin Skywalker. Even stars burn out." His life is out of his control and he wants that control back. He needs it. The darkness inside of him eats him alive, and he barely fights it anymore. His fear and anger may just be the downfall of the whole galaxy.

Ahsoka Tano

Age: 14 - 17

Homeworld: Shili

Master: Anakin Skywalker

Padawan: N/A

Love Interest: Grim Kennet

Theme Song(s): Moondust by Jaymes Young, Say Something by A Great Big World, Karma by AJR, My Way by Frank Sinatra

Ahsoka Tano is the Jedi Padawan of Anakin Skywalker. She learns to grow throughout The Clone Wars, wondering what her place is. She must learn to find herself. Navigating through war and emotions. She is kind and stubborn, and snippy at times earning her the nickname "Snips" from her Master. Eventually she must find her place in the galaxy on her own.

[zenibaa05]

BO KATAN & DIN DJARIN

Bo's first night belonging to the Din Djarin creed, might not be the most peaceful. [3k]

“The last thing I want is for you to leave.”

Author's note [This is a small fic that some have been asking me for so here it is, no, there is no smut but for the simple fact that I didn't see it as necessary… this time. if you liked it let me know!]

The blazing sun was shining brightly on the spectacle.

That morning in the Peace Park it was particularly hot, the wind was dry and the arrival of the hottest days of the year was more than imminent. Bo had noticed it right away as he climbed on the stage, the tempered glass panels of the tallest skyscrapers were burning against the relentless rays of the sun.

The turnout was considerable this time, and he could feel them getting a bit excited. Her father had been absent for a couple of months, and his subjects were in an uproar. They wanted to see the princess again with her father reciting the vows like every year, to start the festivities at the end of the semester. But Bo Katan knew that things had changed, they were no longer the same. He felt neither that illusion nor the desire to put on a fake smile in front of everyone. But he had to do it, all for him, for his father.

It was a great day, and the vast flags waved directed.

The helmets of hundreds of Mandalorians gleamed. They stood tall, imposing before one of their most loyal dukes, unrelentingly showing their clear respect and loyalty.

“I swear by my name, and by those of my ancestors, that I will walk the path of the Mandalorian and that the words of the creed will be engraved in my heart.”

Baptized by the noonday light, the youngest of the Kryze held her back firm and gazed impassively ahead. Adonai, her father, wearing his beskcar armor of his characteristic indigo blue colors, stood before her, holding in his hands the new helmet that would now belong to his youngest daughter.

He placed it on her head of silky long scarlet hair, repeating the vows and looking down at her with pride.

Bo couldn't help but stare at her father through the helmet, his clean-shaven mustache and his blue eyes shown brightly. A great man, her father and the one she trusted the most. He would give his life for Mandalore, for his own. But would he give it for her?

“This is the way.” —Her father told her then, not loud enough for the others to hear, looking into her eyes through the helmet. A promise. — "This is the way." —he repeated this time loudly and firmly, now looking at her captions, raising his arm through the sun's rays through the wind.

"This is the way," they all repeated, thus echoing the words through the air and giving himself a firm punch in the armor of over his chest.

The crowd then burst forth in praise and commendation and the new cycle of the new year was initiated.

“Bo” —His father called out to him, his eyes straight ahead and his arms folded behind his back, his cloak billowing lightly.

“Yes, father?”

“You did very well today.”

The young princess nodded, silently.

She was tired of setting expectations, she always expected more, he could always look at her with pride but never affirmed his words. Which was different when it came to her sister. Satine.

Jealousy rose in her throat then, it tasted bitter in her mouth and she tried to swallow them all, one by one. She hated herself on many occasions for feeling such feelings towards one of the people she loved the most. But she had been fighting for a long time, not to remain in the shadow...Satine's shadow. That's what everyone in the palace said, but she had no choice but to turn a deaf, foolish ear.

She didn't know at what point in her life she had begun to swear to herself; that someday, she would make every one of them swallow her damned words.

Single one of them...

It was then that the warm air stopped flowing, the flags stopped fluttering in the wind, and the sun disappeared leaving in its wake a gray, heavy atmosphere...something was happening.

“You are wicked, my weak sister.”

Bo's back tightened at the sound of her older sister's voice, her words searing into her mind, sounding in a whisper of death almost making her vomit.

Her blood froze in her veins.

She had been pinned to the spot, and could only hear her heart pounding against her eardrums. She felt like she was drowning, like she couldn't breathe...god no, it wasn't true, nothing she had thought was true.

She wasn't able to look to his left, she couldn't. Her was weak.

But it was then when she thought she had gathered enough courage to look her sister in the face, someone grabbed her hard enough to break the bones in her arms, ripping a howl of pain from her throat, which left her pinned face to face with her sister.

Satine's hair looked strangely loose, long and straight, not shining in its characteristic straw blonde, it was dull. Dead.

“Can you really believe that father could believe in you as he does in me? You, you filthy, snake-like child? Can you?”

Terror welled up in her stomach and she stopped feeling her legs when she realized that indeed, the one speaking to her was not her sister, but her mere corpse.

Bo let out a scream overflowing from the abyss of terror as Satine's lifeless blue eyes stared straight into her face, grabbing her by the neck with inhuman strength cutting off her breath, he lifted her up before her. Her very eyes, the portrait of her sister, the ones they both shared, but lifeless.

“You are as dead and rotten as I am, sister.”

The Mandalorian stood guard that long night, Grogu was already asleep. He walked in absolute silence through the labyrinthine passages of the cavern in which his people were now hiding, keeping himself hidden in the shadows. For a moment she thought then, that now Bo Katan was also part of her clan, for her the first night spent with her own after a long time. She wondered if Bo really wanted to be there, he hadn't spoken to her after the welcome approach. She simply nodded and returned to her ship. He didn't have her take off at any point, of course, but it wasn't until well after dark that he saw her come out of the hatches. He didn't go after her, what she did or didn't do wasn't his concern, not until they worked out a plan. So he decided to give her her space.

He might have been suspicious of her, but things had changed, she had been homeless anyway and maybe she had been a little overwhelmed with the whole situation, not that her cult was the most loving or close but she had decided she would keep a distance anyway. He understood her in a way.

Din had been watching her, most of them were already resting in their rooms, or going down to his chamber on the second level of the cavern, when she decided to return.

She didn't want to feel that now Bo had become part of her responsibility, but it was he who had brought her there after all. And no matter how much he alluded to it,, he was now also the one running the show among his own, he carried the dark saber and they all knew it.

The silence of the starry night crept through the entrance as he saw his silhouette appear crossing the entrance silently, he carried his helmet, good.

Din couldn't help but think of an owl, moving in the night keeping silent, lethal and solitary, ready to strike and be clean in its execution. But always maintaining its elegance. This is how Bo Katan moved.

The Armourer worked in silence, and it was nothing but the light of the blowtorches strong torches that illuminated the room. He was casting ingots.

“Long day, Bo Katan?” —His voice sounded neutral, echoing in the empty cave.

Din did not turn his attention away from the young Kryze, leaning against the cold rock he kept he hidden in the shadows.

“That's right.” —She answered him after a few seconds of silence.

The Mandalorian immediately noticed the tiredness in his savior's voice. She was not lying.

“We all have a place to rest here, under the second level is your chamber. It used to belong to one of our own, frankly deceased, he died in a recent attack.” —A sincere but measured proposal.

The Armera skillfully removed the molten remains of some ingots, unhurriedly.

“Thank you.” —She said goodbye.

That was all from Bo Katan. After that, she had gone down to the lower levels and into what were now her new quarters. Din was sure she would not be entirely content after having been living under the roofs of a palace.

He had followed her, just to make sure nothing happened to her or she simply got lost...but he didn't even know why he had done so, it was clear that she had a much better sense of direction than he did, she had known her way around a planet in complete rubble coming out unscathed.

Maybe the fact of being in charge of a child and having become a father was softening him in a way. A few years ago he wouldn't have even bothered.

After that he had continued on his watch.

It was a groan that escaped from between her lips as she awoke in the middle of the night, bringing a hand to her neck and sitting up on her cot abruptly, cold beads of sweat sliding down Bo's face, down her neck, her short hair clinging to her dripping skin. The total gloom of the room was absolutely overwhelming to her, she could see nothing but a faint light sneaking under the heavy doorway to her chamber.

It took her a few long seconds to realize that it had all been part of a nightmare, her heart was still pounding hard in her chest and her mouth felt dry. All a nightmare...just that. Nothing was real, nothing was real.

He closed his eyes tightly taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself, holding a hand to his chest.

Bo Katan could count the exact days he hadn't dreamt about his sister. They were those kinds of nights when he was more and more aware that he was not completely over her death...it was then that he wondered if the death of a sibling is ever really overcome in life. Or that of a father...If she would ever really learn to stand alone.

This was not her place. If she was sleeping there with Din's clan it was because she had nowhere else to go, not that she had tried to form a plan with him in the last few hours, she just didn't have the strength to do it or to assimilate anything.

He got up in complete silence moving to the small table on the other side of the room, picked up the glass of water from on top of it and drank every last damn drop. He had to get out of there, get some air.

He put on his armor and before he walked through the door, of course, he put on his damn helmet...not that he didn't like it, but he wasn't in the mood to wear it, not when he was still short of breath. But she had to.

She closed the door behind her. Nothing, absolutely nothing on either side of the long sandstone corridor, her chamber was the last of all and to her right the cavern wall, only the subtle sound of the soft sand falling through some of the holes in it accompanied her.

The light of the moons did not reach there, so she took out her illuminating sphere to see through the gloom of the passages.

She intended to leave through the main door through which everyone entered and left, but halfway, in the corner of one of those long passages, she noticed the bluish nocturnal luminescence sneaking somewhere in that irregular sandstone wall. She turned off the sphere, and driven by curiosity walked cautiously towards the light. She heard the wind whistling through the rock...a way out.

She didn't know if any of the clan knew of the existence of that crevice wide enough to exit through. But he didn't think twice about going through it.

Bathed in the light of the moons Bo felt his boots sink lightly into the slippery sand. The place overlooked the outside yes, but it was not what her had expected beforehand.

The cosmos was unfolding in the sky like an infinite sea of stars losing itself in the vast dunes beyond. A small esplanade surrounded by sandstone walls between passages, that's what the crevice looked like.

He pulled his helmet upwards, leaving his face uncovered, letting the night wind caress his face once and for all, taking a deep breath and letting his lungs fill with fresh air.

Yes... that was all he needed.

“What had we agreed on?”

Not even a blink and his blaster was already aimed at the owner of that fortuitous voice.

Bo's heart had accelerated so much that now he could only hear it beating against his ears, at what point had he become so defensive?

He could have recognized that silver armor of pure beskar in any of his scenerys.

“Din.” —his name escaped her lips in relief, lowering the weapon and bringing it back to its holster.

The Mandalorian stood impassively leaning against the uneven sandstone wall, illuminated by the midnight light, he watched her silently with his hands folded in front of his hips, he remained calm.

Then she noticed how his gaze slowly shifted to the helmet clutched in his other hand.

“I needed to get some air.” —She excused herself at once, keeping her gaze on him. —”I'm not used to wearing it for such a long period of time like you and yours. I don't know how you do it.”

“You're lucky this is a secluded place.” —He replied, gracefully moving away from the wall, shortening the distance that separated them.

Bo followed him with his gaze at all times...with a fleeting thought, he would never admit that he found her way of moving somewhat attractive. Perhaps it was because of the armor...in a way it intimidated him. And he still wasn't quite clear if he was doing it on purpose.

"Since when do you stay so defensive?"

A question she didn't even want to ask herself, she supposed she had more than a single reason to be.

“The odd thing would be if she wasn't.” —Din had closed the distance between them, but without either of them losing their personal space.

“There was a time when I behaved like that too.” —A small confession from the bounty hunter.

It was then that a somewhat dense silence broke through. Bo was looking at him as if he could see through his helmet. She had seen him from the back, but never from the front...she could only see his brown hair worn in a classic cut.

She cleared her throat and looked down slightly for a few seconds. He too seemed to notice her certain discomfort.

“So you're not going to follow the creed.”

Those words elicited a small smirk in Krtze, snapping her out of that little trance.

“Did you think I was going to do it?” —she sounded somewhat incredulous —”You see Din...when you haven't been raised as that belief since you were a child it's...weird, complicated. You know why I did it.”

“To keep you safe, I understand you.” —He was surprisingly flexible, shrugged his shoulders slightly and began to take small steps around the room, now with his hands folded behind his back.�� “Leave whenever you want.”

Those last words made her stiffen, she found herself holding the helmet tighter than she had estimated. Her gaze hardened, now Din had his back to her again.

“Wow, you say that as if you had already made up your mind.” —Bo's tonality had changed completely, now she was colder. As if any wall that could have been destroyed between them had been in vain.

“Understand that if you want to stay, so that we can all fight together again, you must follow the creed. You're putting me in a bind if you go about taking off your helmet without rhyme or reason, they're not like other Mandalorians you've met. So do me the favor of putting on your helmet for once, at least for as long as we stay here.” —Bo was surprised at how harsh he was with his words. Was he making a plan? To fight together? —”If you're caught without your helmet I'll be forced to throw you out and I'm afraid you won't be able to come back.

His jaw tightened. What, in an engagement, huh? Asshole.

Driven by anger, she threw her helmet to the sandy ground without a second thought, making the sound of the beskar sound hollow and bouncing off the sandstone walls, caused Din to turn around immediately.

The ostracized princess of her own planet was facing her only and last hope. This time she had been the one to close the gap between them, but now with the difference that she had left no personal space between them.

Little more and her nose would brush against the cold armor of the Mandalorian.

“In a compromise? Dare to repeat it.” —His words carried the characteristic bittersweet taste of threat. —”Who are you supposed to be here now? The damn boss?” —She accused him with her finger on his chest armor. Din was silent, she knew he was staring at him through the helmet. She could feel it. —”Do you think they respect you for who you are? The only reason they all follow you is because of that damn saber you have wrapped on your belt. Without it, you're nobody to them.” —Bo knew what he was talking about, he knew it all too well. —”As soon as you no longer belong to them, they'll cast you aside like they did me.”

A queen without a throne.

They spent a few seconds in silence staring at each other. But there was nothing that bothered Bo more than the damn helmet that kept covering Din's face. He couldn't see his damn expression or the sparkle in his eyes. It was when he thought of that that he noticed her reflection in the shining beskar of his armor, tears falling silently down her cheeks.

Then he gently grabbed her by the arms, pulling her apart little by little in a controlled manner.

“Deep breaths Bo.”

It was then that she realized how rapid and irregular her breathing had become, as if she had again just woken up from a bad dream.

He felt himself getting dizzy, his legs were shaking and he was losing his balance.

She clung tightly to Din's arms, closing her eyes tightly and digging her nails in, trying to follow his words.

“That's it, it's over...inhale...exhale, come on, again.”

Inhale and exhale, just as he told her, she immediately felt strong enough to open her eyes again. And when she looked up, there he was looking at her through the helmet, just like seconds before.

“Bo?”

His name being spoken again through his lips brought her back to herself.

“Forgive me. I'm...I'm fine.” —She pulled her grip off Din almost immediately, he did the same with her

“Are you sure?” —Bo interrupted him immediately.

“Very sure. I apologize again.” —She was ready to get out of there, she was feeling so embarrassed that I couldn't even look him in the face again. It had been a long time since she had suffered one of those episodes.

It was as she was turning in her footsteps that someone grabbed her arm firmly.

Din.

“It is I who owe you an apology.” —A short pause. —”The mistake was mine...I should have been more careful with my words. I…”—Another silence. —”The last thing I want is for you to leave.” —Bo was catatonic at his confession. —”I just...I don't see anyone else helping me in this Bo. I need you by my side to win this war. I guess...I got scared.”

Bo Katan could not believe the Mandalorian's honest confessions.

Still feeling the slight grip on his arm he slowly turned to face him again. And although that helmet still covered his features, he knew Din wasn't lying.

[shadowmaat]

Missing Heir

Since @decepticonsensual is running a poll regarding Korkie Kryze's parentage and my own answer of him being an actual blood relative is being left in the dust, I thought I'd spin off into my own indulgent little theory.

Meet Noran Kryze. Eldest sibling. Golden Child (despite being a red-head). Heir Apparent. Groomed since childhood to take on the mantle of leadership from his father. Satine lived in his shadow. She looked up to him. Admired him. Was always thrilled with any attention he gave to her.

And then Noran met a local girl. It was your standard "noble falls in love with a peasant" type story, except the "peasant" in this case was Mandalorian. Sure, Serri Rodarch still had pale skin and she didn't wear armor, but she owned several pieces and believed it was important to remember her heritage even if times were changing. She was a teacher who made sure kids learned Mando'a in addition to Basic. Kind but stubborn and always looking out for the best interests of children, regardless of their background.

When all attempts at persuading, bargaining, and threatening Noran to leave Serri for a "better" match failed, Adonai formally disowned him, stripping him of any titles or inheritance and scrubbing his name from the family records.

The fighting was loud and vicious and Satine watched from the shadows. She was appalled at the aggression (Noran and Father never struck each other, but teacups and decorative pieces still got broken) and terrified to see her perfect brother (not her brother any longer) being thrown out onto the streets with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Satine now found herself in the role of Eldest Child and Heir Apparent. Her father continually reinforced the importance of her learning and pedigree and how vital it was for her to carry on the family legacy. She took it all to heart, determined not to fail the way her not-brother had. If she also internalized a lot of "violence=evil," well, that was all for the good, wasn't it?

As far as she was concerned, the man who was not her brother lived a life of destitution, bitterness, and hate. This was certainly what her father implied had happened and it wasn't something she ever wanted to experience for herself.

Noran's actual life, of course, was actually one of happiness and contentment. He and Sarri might not live in a palace, but they had a nice home with room to grow, and grow it did with the birth of Korkie.

All likely would have remained well except that a terrorist bombing managed to kill Noran and Sarri, leaving Korkie an orphan. Thanks to Noran being a canny SOB he had backup copies proving Korkie's relation to Clan Kryze.

Satine was informed of his existence and circumstances. Her father would have told her that Korkie was nothing to her and not part of the family, but her conscience wouldn't let her ignore him, so she brought him into the palace, changed his surname from Rodarch to Kryze, and formally recognized him as her nephew. His parentage went unacknowledged, leading to a lot of curiosity from those who weren't aware of Noran's existence. Rumors spread, but Satine and her people simply ignored it, carrying on the fine Kalevalan tradition of "what I don't see/hear doesn't exist."

[canonskyrissian]

🔥 ok i wanna hear unpopular opinions on female sw characters

alright let's do this! how unpopular these are I don't know, but let's go anyway^^

I love ahsoka, she's my favorite, but the way her character has been used since rebels has me fear she's turning into a mary sue

rey should've been a skywalker the entire goddamn time (and if I ever get around to write a shitshow trilogy rewrite she will be)

I don't mind padmé dying of broken heart because it is a thing (see: debbie reynolds) but I wish the script had worded it better than her having terminal sads. it's the delivery that irks me

rose tico deserves the entire galaxy (this is probably not unpopular)

I think qi'ra is a fantastic character

as much as I love the "leia will throw hands and shade" things, I wish the canon media and fandom alike would explore her softer side a bit more

jannah has so much wasted potential that stems from her being introduced in the last installment of the trilogy. she should've been introduced earlier to make an actual impact

every female character in the solo movie was brilliant and they all deserved better, either in movie (val and l3) or post-movie (qi'ra and enfys nest)

enfys is one of the most interesting characters in star wars and I hate that the fandom, myself included, keeps forgetting about her. I gotta do better

satine kryze had her heart in the right place

I think bo-katan is worthy of the title of mand'alor

mon mothma being hypocritical at times makes her character more interesting

that's all I can think of right now^^

send me a 🔥 for unpopular opinions (please give me a topic)

[halfagonyandhope]

ignite the stars │ch. 2

first chapter (x)

Satine Kryze is an internationally-recognized scholar in genocide studies who recently resigned from the Department of State over her concerns regarding the agency's ethics. Ben Kenobi is a tenured professor at Georgetown University studying the use of religion to justify military conflicts. Once high school sweethearts, the two haven't spoken since parting ways for university. That is, until Satine accepts a research fellowship - at Georgetown.

---

“And here, Madam Secretary,” says Ben with a flourishing gesture, “is your office.”

Satine opens her mouth to thank him. But before she can, she catches sight of the nameplate on the wall by her door.

Satine Kryze, PhD

And then she sees the nameplate next to hers, labeling the adjacent office: Ben Kenobi, PhD.

How on earth had she not noticed this morning?

She grimaces before she can arrange her features. She knows better than to hope he hasn’t caught glimpse of her face.

“You see now why I wanted to warn you,” says Ben.

She can’t help but burst into laughter, and he joins her. “Forgive me,” she says after a moment. “As I said, the first day was long, and I just didn’t expect…”

“To run into a past lover? To be blindsided with the knowledge that your office is right next to said past lover’s office?”

“Ben,” she hisses, looking around. But the hallway is empty, and all the office doors are closed.

“No one’s around,” he says, pacifying. “Vos and Ventress don't teach or come to campus on Mondays, Windu is teaching halfway across campus at the moment, and Billaba’s on sabbatical this semester.”

Satine rolls her eyes. “You know as well as I that their grad students are likely floating around. Grad students live at campus.”

“Touché,” he says. He softens his tone. “I shan’t bring it up again.”

Satine curses internally, finding herself melting at his accent. Ben’s parents, a pair of successful Foreign Service Officers, had been assigned to the American embassy in London when he’d been born, and he’d learned to speak there. Though he’d lived in America for the majority of his life, the posh dialect had remained, and it had been one of the things that Satine had fallen for first.

“Thank you,” Satine says, satisfied, and moves to unlock her door.

Before she can, though, Ben steps forward. “Are you heading home? Can I walk you to your bus stop?”

Her hand extended toward the door, Satine mulls this over. “I’m not sure that is a good idea.”

“It’s dark,” says Ben, “and you’ve already gotten lost once.”

Satine groans, rolling her eyes at him. “You’re not going to let me forget that, are you?”

“There’s very little I can tease you about, and I dearly love to laugh. More so if it’s at you.”

She smacks his shoulder in good fun.

His eyes widen in mock surprise. “Have you renounced your pacifist ideals? Have the years taught you that you were once too optimistic? That your goals were unrealistic?”

“Dr. Kenobi, I can honestly say that yours is the only face I have ever wanted to punch.”

Ben laughs deeply. “I’m honored, Dr. Kryze.”

She brandishes her keys in front of her. “Only you could turn my doctorate into an insult.”

“You misunderstand me,” says Ben, still chuckling. “It’s just…” He shrugs. “We’d always talked about going to grad school, back when we were younger and…stupider. Knowing what I know now about academia, I’m amazed we both did it.” He steps closer. “And I’d never insult your doctorate. I actually cited your dissertation within my own.”

Satine gapes at him and almost drops her keys. “You cited my dissertation? In your dissertation?” She hates the way her heart flutters, but it’s the most romantic thing she thinks she’s ever heard.

Damn him.

“Of course,” says Ben. “You finished yours before I completed mine - because I did a tour in Afghanistan between undergrad and grad school - and it was a fundamental text in the argument I made.”

At this, she does drop her keys. “You actually read the whole thing?”

He nods. “And so you know I’m not lying, I believe it was, what? Two hundred and seventy pages long? Including references, tables, and figures, of course.” He kneels to pick up her keys and then hands them back to her.

Satine turns to the office door. “I’ve changed my mind,” she says sharply. “You may walk me to my bus stop.”

Ben just grins.

---

Satine shuts the door to her condo and leans against it. “Fuck,” she says.

True to his word, Ben had walked her to her bus stop, his elbow out so she could slip her arm around his as they walked over icy sidewalks. She had been pleased for her decision to wear heels so that she could see eye to eye with him, but the trek across campus had turned that feeling to regret quickly. After almost slipping once, she’d held onto his arm a bit too tightly.

But he hadn’t complained.

On the bus heading home, Satine had looked up the route from her office to the bus stop, wondering why the walk had seemed shorter this morning. Her jaw had fallen when she’d realized he’d taken her the long way around campus.

And now, searching her feelings, she can’t find she’s mad about it.

She should be mad. She should be upset. After all, she’d spent most of undergrad rejecting any attempts from potential suitors to court her - and she’d spent all of those years comparing anyone she let close to her to the standards Ben had set. For a time, she’d wondered if perhaps maybe she wasn’t attracted to men after all, such was the dismal state of her love life.

The only way she’d managed to move forward was to keep the break clean, and she hadn’t once wavered in that choice.

Though Ben had clearly kept tabs on her, Satine hadn’t allowed herself the same luxury when it came to him. She’d never searched his name online - though she’d wanted to more times than she could count - or asked once-mutual friends about him. 

The flood of new information about him she’d discovered today is like oxygen to a starved set of lungs, and she muses over the bits and pieces of him she’d never known.

He’d gone to war.

He’d earned a doctorate.

He’d cited her goddamn dissertation in his dissertation.

And perhaps most intriguing of all: he hadn’t been wearing a wedding band.

That had surprised her, when she’d noticed. Whenever he’d crossed her mind since their parting when they were eighteen, she’d imagined him settled down with a partner and perhaps a child. Satine had wished him every happiness in her mind. But she’d never actually considered that he would end up alone; his charm had made that seemingly impossible. She feels a twinge of sadness in her gut.

Satine runs a hand through her hair, then drops her bag to the floor.

It’s possible, of course, that he’s seeing someone and isn’t actually single. But even though Ben is a flirt, he was never the type to be overly flirtatious to others when he’d had someone waiting for him at home. A lot has obviously changed over the years, but Satine can’t imagine that aspect of him is different. So, no, she decides. He likely is unattached.

Grumbling, she kicks off her heels, hangs up her jacket, and heads to the kitchen, flipping on lights on her way there. Her mind continues to wander as she heats up the meal she’d prepped the day before, and she eats standing up, too preoccupied to make her way over to the table to sit.

What if…

She puts down her fork a little too forcefully.

No, she tells herself firmly.

First, there is the matter of it being completely unprofessional to date within the workplace. And second, there is the other, infinitely more ominous matter of her heart being so shattered after her original parting from Ben that she is still picking up the pieces nearly twenty years later. She doesn’t think she has the strength to put it together again, should they try to pursue a romantic relationship and it not work out.

However…Satine is also self-aware enough to know she won’t be able to prevent herself from falling for him this time around either. 

She leans forward, elbows on the countertop.

“Fuck,” she says again.

[ao3feed--reylo]

"I let her steal into my melancholy heart"

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by Anonymous

Rachel (Rey) Kenobi and Benjamin Solo have been engaged since they were children and used to be close. But ever since Ben entered adulthood he has been cold and distant, leading Rachel to believe he no longer cares for her. The truth is that Ben believes he is protecting Rachel from himself.

Words: 6407, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kaydel Ko Connix, Armitage Hux, Tahiri Veila, Leia Organa, Padmé Amidala, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Angst and Fluff and Smut, friends to strangers to lovers, Werewolf Ben Solo, Lord Ben Solo, Lady Rey, Yorkshire, Arranged Marriages, canon age gap, Bodice-Ripper, Rey & Ben Solo are Childhood Friends, Tahiri flirts with Ben, But Ben loves Rey, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Ben thinks he's no good for Rey, Runaway Bride, bridal carry, Rey sprains her ankle., Gretna Green, Wolves, The author took many liberties with History, minor mention of Ben killing animals and wounding people, Anakin wounded Padme, Knotting, Imprinting, Mating, Brief references to Rey’s parents dying of Cholera, Partial moster fucking because the author is a baby, Explicit Sexual Content, Penis In Vagina Sex is human only, gentle biting, Reylo Baby at the end, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Werewolf

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[astrancva]

Note: This was originally a starter that I wrote for a thread with a Korkie when I played Obi-Wan. Since it never went anywhere, I wanted to preserve it as a headcanon/ficlet.

The message had come to Obi-Wan not long after his escape from Mandalore. The anonymous source claimed to be one of Satine’s few remaining allies. It contained, the short note attached said, a recording from the late Duchess herself. Meant for no one other than Kenobi.

It had taken him days to finally decide to play the message. He told himself that there had been little time. They were in the middle of a war. Whatever was contained within could wait. But in truth, he couldn’t bear to see her face again. Not so soon after losing her.

Alone in his cabin aboard his flagship, Obi-Wan set the comm on his desk and pulled up the message.

A full body holo of Satine in miniature stood before him and he could feel the emotions begin to overwhelm him. There had been little time to truly mourn her loss after his escape. Seeing her again, out of the garb of her office brought memories flooding back to him.

Silently, he listened as the recording of Satine began to speak.

My dear Obi-Wan. I’ve entrusted this to few people and I pray that it has found its way to you. If you have received this message, it means that something has happened to me. It was shortly after Tal Merrick’s betrayal that I decided it needed to be done. There are things that I never told you, things you deserve to know.

That time we spent together when we were both so young did not come without consequences. Shortly after your departure from Mandalore, I discovered that I was with child. You told me on the Coronet that all I had to do was say the word and you would have left the Jedi Order. I knew that even when we were younger and I did not want to be the one to make you choose between me or your duty.

It was decided that our son would be taken in by one of my sisters. She loved and cared for him and I became Auntie Satine. He grew into a fine young man and I couldn’t be prouder of him.

I’ve made sure that whomever was responsible for getting this message to you also included current information on Korkie to allow you to find him.

I hope you can, one day, forgive me for the keeping such a secret from you. I have always loved you, Ben. And I always will.

The recording ended and Obi Wan sat back in his chair, his heart pounding in his ears. He and Satine had a child, a son. It was a lot to process, but there was little time for that. He pulled up the information that had been sent along with Satine’s message. As part of House Kryze, it seemed he was currently being held in captivity. Which meant that another rescue mission was in order.

Taking a breath, he activated his comm to record a message to send back to whomever had sent him Satine’s message. “This is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I have received the message sent to me from the late Duchess Satine. I have been tasked with finding her nephew Korkie.” Not a complete lie, but a stretching of the truth. “Any assistance would be greatly appreciated.”