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lonespektr · 6 months

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OCTOBER 11TH HORROR WATCH

The Wild Boys (2017)

Okay notes to help:

Black n White / gray scale

T.W. The trailer is clockwork orangey with terrible young men being terrible i.e. SA/ rape

All the boys are played by women actresses

It's french

Ok:

Island

Drinking stranded screaming for another boy

Bashed head on rock

Dog with a person mask capítan

Beset upon by sailors

He's now a halfboygirl person ?

Second look directly in the camera

Tasteful? cut away

Flash forward the boys are with their drama teacher

Play...in the middle of a cornfield?? 🤨

Narrator is asserting they were naively attracted to the professor

There in creepy masks paper mache

Who drinks something they kids give them?

Exact same descend upon scene and manner but with no tasteful cut away

So far depiction of male gang rape 🚫

Depiction of female gang rape 👍

Obviously it's the crime and the inciting incident but there's a clear juxtaposition here

Voice over justifications for why the boys "wanted to go all the way through the act

{Like as in theater?}

And not face consequences "

Wording is important here. I believe the captions are encoded onto the film as in the filmmakers choice

Style text color of font

And yes faceless masked crowds always help absolve people mostly men of their choices

Trevor? Crystal sugar skull shot

Drugged from whatever she drank tied to horse for reasons excessive semen shots

The horse is running off to a cliff not and {sigh}

Yup there's the magical mystical like a music video wild night out depiction of bound a gagged woman flying loosely off the side of a horse

So shes having a great time 👍👍

This is of course from the boys depiction perspective....

Trevor is the horse ??

Okay YIKES 😬 the voice over with the woman saying the boys were certainly very sad is not from the boys perspective it's one thing for the unreliable narrator to have a isn't rape fun perspective but who the fuck is this

The boys hatch a ridiculous lie at least they acknowledged the contrition is bullshit

Can't even keep a straight face with the lie

Prof made us drink

A room? They are outside?

Now they are saying she assaulted them

Depiction of fellow rapist as "sweet" is a choice

The gavel is another weird human mask

There are two half off screen semi nude male sentries flanking the boys as they lie???

The audacity and obviousness of the boys to basically just depict a male fantasy as testifying how she assaulted them is like next level

Very Kubrick frankly

Ooo and there it is the worst possible thing a woman can do to a man she laughed at them

Not the forced fellatio the forced drinking that didn't happen but the fake laughing at them that's the teary part

After she laughed she pissed herself and that's why she was found like that

One boy "doesn't remember" too traumatized from hang raping a woman to remember

Lawyer is listing all their past stellar behavior

Okay back to their rich house

Captain a boy on a leash a woman with fruit

Camp level of hairy fruit to consume!!

Okay the boy on the leash is a reformed rapist (lobotomy style - clockwork orange)

And now hes very well behaved

Boys have already started bullying reformed kid

Boy is going the kill them with kindness route with a dash of madness

Tanguys mother refused

Completely necessary dream sequence of scantily clad woman (capt daughter)

Tanguy snuck out to be with them on the reform boat

They are paying him

Lol he just said one more person equals less food for y'all

Nice shot / stars

Trevor?? This their bad sugar jewel skull perona

Another scantily clad dream sequence

He's tossing their shit and they are chained up by the neck to the boat

Girl was "bait for virgins"

Which we knew but...

Is there a random pornographic photo on the helm

Mean nicknames and orders that seem cruel but are really just "help with the manning of the boat"

Already more sympathy for these rich boys having to do a single day of labor in their lives than the gang raped and murdered woman

Intermittent strangling throughout the boat chores

What's with the hair

Fruit

Sails

Previous boys hair???

Okay pissing scene with a tatooed dick

Captain singles out an ally?

Dog still has demon ppl face

No that's a person it was supposed to be the dog though

WTF

In the water

Trevor?

Every one now wants to be the captains dead dog

Actually told the truth

Dick is still out

Looks like there was a mask with his face?

Very important this dick tattoo

Capt is sad about dead dog so the boys are stuck in the hold

Now they are having hallucinations

My ideals are gone

TREVOR

their ideals are bad ones

Now that that was timed perfectly

He's an expert don'tchaknow

He cut them loose

THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS MUSIC FROM SHIT WHAT HOME ALONE SEVERAL THINGS

Two seconds loose and they are back to themselves

But maybe with a psychological leash?

And why cut to his semi erect cock beneath his pants when you say this

Why are they staring at it????

Arrival at the lush island

It's described as such i would say it's got more horror vibes but trees are supposed to be green not black and white

They are blind folded and now voluntarily holding the rope

Okay that was hilarious they all ran into each other and he just pushed they heads

E.x how Martain be doing geina sans misogyny

Okay one boy he selected is not blindfolded

The island is full of molesty leaves that are licking them and also a dick tree that's coming some milky stuff they can drink (, it's supposed to be a flower)

Please remember these actors are all women

There's also a bush you can fuck!

Camp literal human legs covered in bushes

The boy obsessed with the captin goes to look for him

The captin has 1 boob?

And we have found severine?

Whoever that is

She knows about the new recruits

He's upset about the dog

Went from grayscale to true black n white???

We lost subs

Oh shit they were speaking English

She runs the outfit

Oh yea mushroom mention earlier

She wants to fight

Shes choking him

Now they are in the water

Why did she come up unconscious when he went under being choked

Now he's molesting her

Gun in the mouth

Let's equate desire with assault

Now they are making out

How did severine used to look?

Boys predictably fell asleep near the dick tree and the fuck bush

Severine is going after his lil fav who is stuck in some goo

Urinating on self to escape the good per severine recommendation

Severine has two boobs so is morally superior to capítan

They are already going back

Don't think they're fixed

They all want to leave except for the ringleader who wants to look for the fav who is still with severine

Jumps in ocean at last min they already left

Swimming after the rowboat

Look at these visuals

Atheists

Another oyster reference

The island is a giant oyster and I'm it's pearl

Back on the water

Literally how was the island trip supposed to help

They aren't tied up anymore

Obviously he didn't do any solid brain washing

Thought he was an expert

They mutiny

Say i'm Trevor!

Stabbed his one boob gotta molest it first

He gets up but tips into the water storm

No plausible reason why the brainwashing failed or was poor they could have at least said he was unwell due to the dog

Another look into the camera

Back to the island

Munitions??

True freedom more hallucination?

Random booze ashore?

Wolf howling thinly veiled homoeroticism fight

Actual orgy

Literally who decided feathers

Ring leader thinks he finds the left boy

It's severine

They made a scarecrow corpse of the captains

With a bigstick so we don't forget about the tattoo dick

Ringleader has escalated to necrophilia

Taunting

Important to molest the one boob first

Something came out of the capitan mouth

One of the boys has boobs now

And one of the boys junk has fallen off

Plop

And now is immediately subject to violence by the boy who doesn't have boobs yet

Immediately another rape

This one is depicted as more violent because the character is a boy?

Mid rape his dick has fallen off and now the other boy is perfectly fine after they attack and is playing with licking the balls

Suddenly the clarity of being dickless heals trauma from being raped by your friend and heals naturally your violent assault desires too

The big they left has the biggest best boobs and has freed them in the goop with pee from the trees severine is there

One of the boys bodies refuses to become a woman

Obvs happened to the doctor

Stayed in the island because doesn't want to be a girl on the mainland

But figured out how to dose so boys don't physically change but aren't violent ??

The kid is just clinging to any adult

That's how he ends up alone and beset upon

Hallucinations aren't explained

Severine gives them the gun

Explore is another interesting euphemism here

One kid ran off

Now they are having sex with the sailors

Severine is monitoring on swivel with a torch??

The boys are boys

The sailors are adults btw

The boy who ran off is back to being molested by plants again

He hides with he sees they are leaving the island

Killed the sailors and took their boat

Naturally the one boob kid is the new captain

Macbeth reference again

They are of course shirtless constantly now that they have boobs when they were not before

Back to TREVOR

Okay well if you want a trippy french version of clockwork orange there you go

Post credit scene in new captin alone on the island

#the wild boys #graywatchhorror23 #horror

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 57

The Great Game

It was a wretched day, but I have Oreos, a weighted triceratops stuffed animal, and the promise of Jim Moriarty to combat it before manga leaks come out tonight.

“The Great Game”

Ten years ago I definitely was the kind of grammar stickler Sherlock is in the opening scene, but luckily I’ve grown and find that at best tiresome.

Poor John has to put up with Sherlock shooting the wall and severed heads in the fridge

Hey. So why does he not know that the earth goes around the sun but knew about some supernova in the 1500s or whatever the fuck it is in the last game

I almost forgot about the explosion at 221b

It would be so infuriating knowing the Holmes brothers…I couldn’t do it. They’re so petulant and annoying they it’s only fun from this side of the screen

I feel for these people Jim holds hostage, I really do. But……..I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also love him a little through it anyway

JIM!!! 🥰🥰🥰

I hate how season four erases the shared starting place Sherlock and Jim had with Carl Powers

Why does Mycroft sign his texts?? I try not to cringe at things (doing this, I have little room to), but come on, man

The part I remember the most about this second puzzle is the fact that the car company is called Janus Cars but someone once pointed out that the font kinda makes it look like anus ars(e) with a fancy design next to it.

Oh oh oh!! The…the husband faked his death and the wife is supposed to join him later, I think…oh, sorry. She’s just collecting the insurance money from his “death.”

Might I spend most of this remembering the outcomes of all the puzzles? Ok. Connie Prince…I can’t remember if it’s JUST Raoul or him AND the brother. No no no…it was just Raoul but in defense of her brother and how she treated him on the show.

I love John thinking it was the cat, though. Just adorable. He’s so proud. SO PROUD. And SO wrong.

Oh this poor, poor woman…

Mmmm, yes, the art museum security guard with an astronomy hobby who could first tell that the missing Vermeer was a fake

Stargazing in the middle of London???

The brother killed the guy Mycroft wanted Sherlock to investigate!! (I did watch his QUITE a few times back in the day.) He stole the top secret plans and then threw the body onto the train afterward, thinking it would go much further before falling off

Back on my “why the hell would they film it this way??” The scene in the planetarium this time. 1) good luck if you have any light sensitivity, especially flashing lights. 2) you can barely tell what’s happening

Man were my dates off for the vanburen supernova…1500s…1858, same difference, right??? 😬

Do you wanna get kidnapped John? Because this is how you get kidnapped.

Also?? That first time you watch and for a split second you think the person behind it all WAS John for a second before you realize he’s being controlled like all the other people?

💖💖💖💖💖

GUYSSSSSSSS, THE AMOUNT OF JIM’S DIALOGUE I WAS STILL ABLE TO SAY RIGHT ALONG WITH HIM??? A would be embarrassing amount. It was nearly all of it, but like…of COURSE I knew it. The NUMBER of times I used to watch that scene. JUST that scene? Obscene.

Jim’s just so silly and yet…manages to be a true threat at the same time. I fucking love him. His facial expressions, his Irish accent and the way he practically sings so many of the lines. He was the best part of the show

(I’m rewinding it to watch again as I type this. Who knows how many times I will watch it??)

If you ever need to know my type:

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #sarah makes it through ONE rewatch of the pool scene without saying all of moriarty’s lines challenge: impossible

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mariorivs · 2 years

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The Seven Emojis of Grief

BY Emily Winter 4-6 minutes

Sometimes your favorite app changes its font. Sometimes your boring but trusty eggplant ghosts you (without even a 👻 for good measure). Sometimes you make a new friend and muster the courage to invite her to brunch with a clear, concise text, only to have her flake on you with an emoji of a constipated monkey. When these instances arise, it is imperative to work through your feelings via these seven emojis of grief, so that you can heal.

First Emoji: 😱 It’s normal to comment 😱 after stumbling upon an Instagram post of your friends at a party that you weren’t invited to. Spotting a photo of your friends looking thrilled despite your absence will initially result in disbelief, and would make anyone want to scream, but, because you’re in your therapist’s waiting room, that’s not an option. Expressing yourself through an emoji that surely makes Edvard Munch turn over in his grave is the next best thing.

Second Emoji: 🙃 O.K., you weren’t invited to the party, and all of your friends were, and they clearly had a blast. You accept this. You’ve moved through 😱. But what you haven’t accepted are your feelings. You tell yourself, “Everything’s fine, everything’s great, everything’s 🙃.” You’re simply a little dizzy. That’s totally normal. You’re being hit in the gut with an invisible sack of bricks. But stranger things have happened! Have you heard of Roswell? Or potato chips that look like Jesus? In the grand scheme of things, this is no big deal! 🙃🙃🙃

Third Emoji: 😬 😬 is one of the most challenging emojis of the grief process. Suddenly, you realize that you could have been at that party, in that photo, if you’d only tried harder to befriend the host, after meeting her a few months ago, at a friend’s guacamole contest. You could have used more open body language in several group settings. You could have complimented her stupid Teva flatforms when you saw her on the street last week. In your mind’s eye, you see an alternate version of the photo: you, smack in the middle, beaming in a high-necked crop top, hair tousled in that cool, carefree way. It’s O.K. to feel 😬, but, if you use this emoji too much, your remaining friends will get annoyed and abandon you. Text it once, and then let it go.

Fourth Emoji: 😤 Not gonna lie—this emoji scares people. It implies that you might do something rash, like hurl your phone (no!) or make a deal with the devil to trade twenty-five per cent of your battery life to be in that photo. Unfortunately, nary a listless Gen Z-er wants to deal with your 😤. There simply is no good response. Still, 😤 is a necessary part of the grieving process, so it’s recommended that you set up an emotional burner phone to work through this phase. Simply text the emoji as often as you’d like to a proxy number that belongs to no one.

Fifth Emoji: 😑 You might think that your next emoji is 😭, but no. That emoji is a clear cry for help. You’re so dash-space-dash-return-long dash right now that you can’t even engage in phone-based human interaction. When you text an emoji with eyes and a mouth made of literal flat lines, you’re signalling to the world that, for the moment, you’re dead. In real life, you just need to be alone with your misery. People will respect this.

Sixth Emoji: 😐 The angel opens her eyes! Your rebirth begins. Of course, you still feel remnants of all the emojis that came before. You can’t completely leave them behind, but there’s no need to scroll up and relive them; you’re through the worst of it. When you text this emoji, the world will know that you’re passive but functional. At this point, you’re the perfect vessel for #content, so don’t be surprised if Instagram suddenly doubles down on targeted ads, which, admittedly, you very much enjoy. In fact, purchasing a $22.99 green jumpsuit from a cagey Internet vender with no return option is an integral part of the healing process.

Seventh Emoji: 💅 Congratulations! You’re back. Quick, post a selfie with the caption “💅💅💅.” Trust me, everyone will get it. Your emotional stock is up. You’re movin’ and groovin’! I mean, you’re still in your therapist’s waiting room, but to your followers you’re clearly a beacon of poise and effortless self-possession. Honestly, who even needs therapy when you’ve just promoted 💅 to your most-used emojis? Might as well just skip your session, head to Chipotle, and find out what you’ve been missing on Twitter.

#the new yorker magazine #emoji #funny haha

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steveroger · 3 years

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I recieved a request from @favreaus for a tutorial of a particular gif in my Steve Rogers edit. My psd files are always peppered with chaotic editing, but I’ve tried to make it as simple as possible here!!!

This tutorial is written for those with basic gif and photoshop knowledge.

For this gif, you'll need to work with two psd files: one of your silhouette layer, and one of your ‘base’ layer.

STEP 1 is your silhouette. I used a neat animation from the CATWS credits.

Basic gif creation: load layers, convert to frame animation, convert to smart object. The usual drill.

Editing the gif: Thankfully in this gif I only want to edit out his name. In other gifs this might require more work, such as editing frame by frame 😬

- I’d also recommend an adjustment of brightness/contrast set at 100+/100+ to have a complete black+white silhouette. I left mine with an off-white colour rather than #FFFFFFF, but as long as it’s an image of only two contrasting colours.

Flatten the gif: After all your editing etc, you’ll want the entire image to be made into a single layer - this makes things easier later on, instead of having multiple layers in a folder.

- Select: all layers, then Filter: convert for smart filters all the adjustment layers etc are gone, and you’re left with a single smart object layer of your silhouette animation

STEP 2: Now I’m going to work on the base layer, which is the clip of the Valkyrie jet flying through the clouds

Basic gif creation: load layers etc and get your smart object

Editing for adjustments: I have a simple curves, photo filter, and a rather strong colour balance adjustment to aim for the colour theme of my gifset, which is yellow. The more this gif comprises of a single colour, the more colour contrast the end result will be. A base gif that is very greyscale will end up looking equally as greyscale with the overlay, while a richly coloured gif will look very vibrant. If you’re unsure about this, wait til you add the silhouette overlay and experiment later.

STEP 3: With the base layer done, I will now begin to overlay with the silhouette.

Duplicate the silhouette single layer from the first psd to your base psd

Change the blending of the silhouette layer to EXCLUSION. Difference works too I think? This gives the colour contrast with the black and the white.

Trim and adjust the size/timing/etc to your liking. It’s important you trim the gif so that both the base and the silhouette gif are both visible in the timeframe. In the screencap below, the silhouette is shorter than the base gif so I’ve trimmed the gif to fit it all in.

9. Adjustments on top of the overlay gif layer: This is all to enhance the contrast between the base gif and the silhouette. I used adjustment layers of brightness/contrast, hue/saturation, vibrance and selective colour. My aim was for similar hues to the other colours of the entire gifset. You can also experiment with the first group adjustments.

10. Add text: - I wanted a font similar to the original credits text, so I chose Acumin Variable Concept, Extra condensed semibold, and eyedropped a colour from the gif

- The text layer blending is set to Colour Dodge (Screen works too, but I preferred the textures of Colour Dodge) - I placed the text layer under the second adjustment layers.. Idk it looked nice.

- I also wanted a fade in similar to the original, so I dragged a fade to the text layer. I had to go back and forth to make sure it lined up nicely with the entire animation.

11. Export for web / save gif - my final file dimensions are 540x360 pixels and 119 frames - GIF settings at adaptive + diffusion, and I cheated with dither 99% (I figured it's a silhouette animation so mehhhhhh I can get away with it) + bicubic smoother quality - I ended up with 9.563mb

Disclaimer: I’m no pro at editing and I’m still learning and experimenting, I honestly don’t know wtf I’m doing in Photoshop most of the time! I just mash away until something works 😂

I’m happy to answer any questions for further details, and I welcome any feedback too. I’d love to see how others have done something similar!

#gif tutorial #photoshop tutorial #gif overlay tutorial #gif silhouette tutorial #completeresources #fyeahps #dailypsd #dailyresources #chaoticresources #allresources #quirkyresources #**mytutorial #lauriegifs

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avarkriss · 3 years

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of castles and magic: proelium

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader (magic royalty au)

Rated: M for Mature

Word Count: 4.691k

Summary: War comes to Coruscant

Huge special thanks to @beskars ((and her sith!obi anon)) for being a font of encouragement and a second set of eyes

Warnings: sad Padme, bastards doing some bastarding, some angst, canon-typical violence, berserker rage mode Obes, mentions of blood, I'm sorry about the ending

Image credit: unsplash

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry it’s been about a month since the last update! You all have waited long enough, please enjoy a few hours ahead of schedule. Everything will be okay, I promise. 😬 Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

“Something is wrong with Anakin.”

You roused at the sound of Padme’s distress, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

“What’s going on?”

Your voice creaked from the early morning hour, scratchy from crying Obi-Wan’s name into the night. You sat up slowly, pulling his thin sheet around yourself as you climbed from the bed.

“We’re about to figure that out my darling,” Obi-wan soothed, crossing the room to take a robe from his armoire, holding it open to let you slide it over your shoulders before tying it around your waist.

Your fingers grazed his elbow as you walked beside him before pulling a chair close to Padme, taking her hand in yours.

“There’s something wrong with Ani,” she repeated quietly, tears welling in her eyes once more.

“What happened?”

Obi-Wan rubbed her shoulder as you asked, sending waves of calm through the room as he did.

“I woke up and he was gone and I was going to leave to find him but then he came back and we went to bed. When he woke up I asked him where he went and he didn’t remember leaving.”

You gently squeezed her hand while Obi-Wan hummed his understanding.

“And his eyes,” she continued, sniffling as she wiped her own. “They weren’t right. I have no idea what’s going on.”

She began to cry in earnest and you pulled her into a hug, gently smoothing down the back of her hair.

Obi-Wan stroked his beard between forefinger and thumb, closing his eyes as he thought.

“Padme, perhaps you and Ari will study in the tower today? I will find Anakin and see if we can get this sorted.”

“I can levitate things now,” you joked, squeezing her to your chest.

She offered a weak smile as she pulled away from you, nodding her head in agreement.

“Sorry to ruin your morning.”

“I won’t hear a word of it Padme. Besides, his majesty was likely already awake. You know the seniors like to rise with birds.”

Obi-Wan’s snort pushed you and Padme into a fit of giggles as you grasped her hand and pulled her towards the door, pausing to throw a cheeky kiss over your shoulder. You found Obi-Wan shaking his head, lips turned up in a lascivious grin as he slowly lifted his shirt over his head, making a small show of readying himself for the day.

You almost walked into the doorframe when Padme tugged at your arm, chewing your lip with a stifled laugh when she looked at you with a knowing smile while you walked back to your rooms.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Across the channel Palpatine and Count Dooku were taking an early morning stroll around the castle gardens, a slight chill prickling their skin from the northern breeze.

They were engaged in conversation when Thomas quietly approached, offering the pair a polite bow.

“Breakfast will be served in a few minutes my lords.”

Palpatine looked the young man up and down and scowled from under his crown. Dooku dismissed him with a wave of his hand, scoffing when he retreated back to the castle.

“Staffing will be among the first things to be addressed,” Palpatine grumbled. The pair slowly made their way back to the castle, entering the open dining room to find Abigor and Mara seated at the long table, waiting for their company.

Thomas pulled a chair out for the emperor to ease himself into, catching a heated glare from the count before he turned his attention to the king and queen.

“I see the princess is a late sleeper,” he baited with a smile, knowing full well that you were tucked away in Coruscant.

“Yes, well, there has been a small set-back,” your father offered, signaling to one of the maids to scoop eggs onto his plate.

“She’s in Coruscant -”

“Betrothed to Kenobi,” Dooku glowered.

Mara sent Abigor a cautious look - they hadn’t mentioned that to them. It was unsurprising that news of the happy announcement would reach the shores of Ziost, just that it would get there so quickly with Ziost’s limited trade.

Abigor cleared his throat before pressing on.

“There’s no contract as of yet. We told her that our barrister was taking leave when he’s actually been working on a contract with our terms. I’m certain she’ll accompany the Coruscanti barrister here when they complete their documents and when she does, we’ll send her off with you.”

A crash rang through the hall from Malkyn dropping a platter of fruits to the floor. All four sets of eyes turned towards her as Thomas rushed to her aid, helping her pile the fruits back onto the tray and ushering her out the door.

“Hard to find good help these days, you may want to find a suitable handmaid for our daughter and replace that one,” Mara snarked.

Palpatine murmured something unintelligible as he sipped from his glass and Dooku furrowed his brows, sending a hard look down the table to the king and queen.

“Don’t disappoint me again.”

Palpatine’s eyes flashed when Mara shifted uncomfortably in her chair, swallowing her comment when her husband knocked against her foot under the table.

“Why do you want to destroy Coruscant?” Palpatine questioned, ignoring the plate of food in front of him in favor of his goblet, filled with an acrid liquid that Dooku had poured from a flask concealed within his robes.

The crepitation in his voice betrayed his age, and Abigor flashed Mara an almost amused smirk.

“Well, your majesty, Aquilae's kyber has been bound to Coruscant for a century. Kenobi wouldn’t put an end to the agreement, and we have much to gain from a more global trade and a bit more land.”

Palpatine smiled broadly now, bearing his teeth like a rabid loth-cat.

“Wasn’t that a blood pact?”

“It was, but the old ways are long dead. It’s time to move into the future.”

Palpatine and Dooku shared a laugh with Abigor and Mara, but where the king and queen of Aquilae were laughing in excitement, the tsis lords were laughing at their stupidity.

They had no idea what they were housing under their own roof, and Dooku couldn’t wait to prove just how wrong they were.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You and Padme had made your way to the tower library and you were now pulling various books off the shelves. You set your stack on the desk and began to focus on them, whispering your quiet words as the books began to float.

“It seems like Obi-Wan has taught you well,” she smiled before gasping, grabbing your hand with her own. Your concentration broke and the books came clattering down.

“He finally gave it to you.”

She was turning the band on your finger as she held your hand up to her eyes, finally noticing Obi-Wan’s gift from the night before. The kyber sparkled in the morning light and you smiled broadly in response to her enthusiasm.

“Why study when we have a wedding to plan!”

You laughed as she shoved your books to the side, pulling out a roll of parchment before inking a slender quill.

The two of you talked for hours as she asked you about your favorite colors, the flowers you liked, the way you wanted your hair styled and the music that you hoped to hear played. You even found yourself able to settle into the force around you, feeling a steady thrum of connection flowing between your bodies.

As the day wore on you found yourself able to lift and move things about the room while still being engaged in conversation, much to Padme’s delight.

“Is this a good thing?” you laughed, sending a smaller book back to its place on the shelf.

“Of course. It means your connection is strengthening and becoming second nature. Soon the old magic will flow through you as it does all of us. Just stay open to it.”

You nodded before she jumped onto another question, jotting down your answers on what had to be her third piece of parchment.

There was a brief moment of silence when you sat back against the window seat, glancing up at the sun in the sky.

“Padme, I know Obi-Wan said to stay up here… but you have so many flowers that we don’t have on Aquilae. Might we visit the gardens so I can see some of the flowers you’re talking about?”

She quickly agreed and hooked her arm through yours, walking with you out of the room and down the stairs.

On the way to the gardens the glint of a familiar crooked crown caught your eye, causing you to pause mid-stride.

“Your majesty,” you said politely, offering Obi-Wan a delicate curtsy.

“Ladies,” he said with a bow at the waist, his normally cheerful expression dulled.

“Any luck with finding Anakin?”

“Unfortunately no. I searched for him all morning, he wasn’t in lessons with the younglings and no one has seen him in the yard. I have a council meeting now and must take callers in the throne room after, but I sent Artoo to look for him.”

You and Padme nodded before she explained that you both were headed to the gardens, selecting colors and flowers for the wedding.

“Very well,” he smiled, bringing a soft hand to your cheek. “Have fun.”

You placed a featherlight kiss to his thumb before parting ways, feeling his eyes linger on your back as Padme brought you down the hall.

She guided you through the winding paths of the gardens, pointing out several flowers that would still be in bloom in a few weeks. You were stooped over a small patch of plom blooms, taking in their dark scarlet color when you heard Padme run off, standing quickly to find her waving down Anakin. You cautiously trailed behind her, not wanting to encroach on their space.

“Are you going somewhere Ani?” Padme questioned, coming to a stop in front of Anakin and General Tarkin, Artoo and Bandit happily at their heels.

“Admiral Tarkin has received reports of a rogue narglatch roaming the forests at the northern border,” he responded mechanically, avoiding Padme’s eyes.

“No one has been able to find you all day,” she pressed, her voice hushed and bleeding disappointment.

“Don’t worry,'' he murmured, glancing at you as you approached Bandit, kneeling next to him to scratch at his ears and under his chin. “It’ll all be better soon.”

He placed a quick kiss to her cheek before offering you a curt nod, turning on his heel with Admiral Tarkin, leaving the two of you behind. Artoo whined and Anakin called him to his side, telling Bandit to stay with you and Padme.

You shared a concerned look with her before rising, suggesting you pay the king a visit during his call hours. Bandit followed behind you until he was distracted by a group of younglings calling to him, eagerly running to join them for more pats.

As you traveled down the great hall you could hear the buzzing of dozens of voices before you could see the doors to the throne room, squeezing Padme’s hand as the two of you wove through the crowd of people. When you finally made it into the room you could make out Obi-Wan looking uncharacteristically small in his throne, attempting to calm the anxious voices calling to him from every direction.

His cheeks were flushing with frustration and his crown threatened to topple off his head. You could hear shouts of “narglatch,” “northern border,” and “tsis,” fear growing in the room as people shouted over each other in a desperate attempt to be heard.

Padme started to guide you to the dais with a firm but gentle hand on your back.

“He needs your help.”

“Padme, I can’t,” you hissed. “I’m nobody.”

She stilled you with a serious face, squeezing the hand she had clasped in her own.

“You are not nobody. You are the future queen of Coruscant. And right now, your husband needs your help.”

You swallowed thickly before glancing over your shoulder, taking in Obi-Wan’s paled knuckles from where he was squeezing the armrest and the tight tick in his jaw. You let out a shuddering breath before slowly ascending the shallow stairs, turning to face the crowd as you placed your hand on his shoulder, greeting him with a slight bow of your head.

He held up a quieting hand which barely calmed the mass of people, struggling to conceal the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” you tried to assert, voice cracking under the weight of your own anxiety.

He lifted his hand to yours and squeezed your ring finger, once again trying to call for quiet.

You shook your head to clear it before taking a deep breath and a half step forward, leaving your fingertips pressed firm against Obi-Wan.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the court, please.”

To your surprise your voice was strong and several people paused to look at you, wondering who you might be.

“His majesty has been informed of the events at the border and must take a few moments to discuss plans with his council. Someone will return to take your questions and concerns shortly.”

A quiet murmur rippled through the crowd as Padme beckoned you to the side door, holding it open. Obi-Wan stood quickly behind you and bounced down the steps of the dais, turning to offer you his hand as you descended. Villagers and courtiers alike parted to allow you and Obi-Wan to swiftly enter the council room where he promptly let out an exhausted sigh as soon as Padme closed the heavy door.

“News travels quickly,” he finally said, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. You brought him to a nearby chair and started to rub at his shoulders as Padme recounted your run-in with Admiral Tarkin and Anakin in the garden.

He made a noncommittal grunt before explaining that Tarkin had received the first alerts of the narglatch.

“He must have told Anakin who agreed to go dispatch it,” Padme wondered, bracing her hands against the well of a large window overlooking the cliffs.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” he muttered, relaxing into your touch.

There was a knock at the door and Obi-Wan called out an enter. The whole jidai council filed in and took their seats around the table, turning expectantly towards their king.

You cleared your throat and withdrew your hand, standing behind his chair as Padme stood behind the one unoccupied by Anakin. You listened quietly as Obi-Wan explained the situation to the council, watching as they all murmured in response.

“So it was just Anakin and General Tarkin that left to take out the narglatch?”

All eyes were on General Windu as he spoke, giving voice to the fear that had been buried in the back of everyone’s minds.

“No,” General Koon responded. “Commander Wolffe, if you’d explain what you saw please.”

“Yes, sir. I was at the armory when Prince Skywalker and General Tarkin came by to stock up on weapons, attended by about ten soldiers.”

Obi-Wan nodded his head.

“They will easily be able to best the beast with those numbers.”

“That still doesn’t explain why he left without clearing the situation with at least one of us.”

You looked down the table at the unfamiliar woman with thick braided hair who had her fists balled on the top the table.

“Ambassador Amidala, didn’t you say Anakin has been acting strangely?”

Padme nodded her head in response.

“Yes, General Ti. He has been known to have visions, which may account for some of his sleeplessness. It’s possible he sensed the threat before it presented itself in a way that he could express.”

You watched the way Obi-Wan shifted in his chair, feeling a slight unease roll off him before it was masked by a tide of calm.

“We’ve no choice but to wait for Anakin’s certainly victorious return,” Obi-Wan finally said, pulling his beard between his thumb and forefinger.

“Padme, would you clear the throne room?”

“Of course your majesty.”

Padme swept out of the room with a shallow bow, quickly followed by the council members. Once the room was empty Obi-Wan held his hand out over the side of the chair and you placed yours under it, gasping when he tugged you into his lap.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, nuzzling at the side of your neck. “It can get terribly overwhelming.”

You threaded your hand through his hair and placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Well my king, if you're through with your duties for the day, I can think of a way to help you relax.”

His eyebrows shot up before mirroring your smirk, helping you stand so he could pull you through a hidden door. The short corridor brought you to a small opening concealed by a large tapestry near the entrance to his rooms.

“It’s for emergencies,” he shrugged.

You laughed as he kissed you, the nagging tug of fear quelled by his warmth.

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The next few days passed quickly, working with Padme and Cee on making ceremony decisions and finalizing the food selections for the grand ball that would be held following your marriage to King Kenobi. When you weren’t bustling around the castle you were going through cadences in the yard with Padme or studying in the tower, building your strength and your connection to the magic that flowed through you.

Your nights were spent tucked against Obi-Wan’s side, your own chambers now empty from Cee quietly organizing your move down the hallway while you worked on your magic. You were happily snuggled against his bare chest when the sound of a high pitched horn jolted you both awake in the early morning hours, light barely creeping through the windows.

He raced out of bed and hastily dressed, words of explanation thrown over his shoulder.

“Emergency.”

“Throne room.”

You pulled your robe on and called his name before he ran out the door, giving him a quick peck before dropping the crown he had nearly forgotten on his head.

“Wait here please. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

His voice was as gentle as the hand on your cheek and you agreed with a simple nod, closing the door behind him before dressing yourself. You expected Padme to come to the room at any minute and began to grow more anxious with each passing moment, hoping that nothing bad had happened to Anakin on his mission.

Time was dragging as you paced the floor so you decided to sit at Obi-Wan’s desk and thumb through one of the well worn spellbooks, landing on a few pages that depicted something called saud nirgi , which appeared to involve the manipulation of fire.

You lugged the book towards the fireplace and dropped it on the ground next to you, sitting to meditate for a few moments before fumbling through the new words, concentrating on the glowing embers in the center of the hearth.

You were deeply absorbed in the art, hand outstretched as you focused on the connection between you and the scorched wood. As you dropped in you could feel the now familiar pull spread throughout your body and you concentrated it at your fingertips, just as Obi-Wan had taught you.

With a deep breath you spoke the word “ nirgi ,” opening one eye after doing so to see if anything had changed. You repeated yourself and focused more, becoming so ingrained in the task that you failed to hear the door open and were oblivious to the soft footsteps of the person approaching where you sat.

Obi-Wan’s beard tickled your neck as he spoke gently into your ear.

“Try a soft g darling.”

You did, and a feeling like the fire you were calling was hot on your hands as you opened your eyes, finding the ember alight before turning to face Obi-Wan with a proud smile.

“You’ve grown so much,” he praised, kneeling on the floor as you moved to face him fully. He was smiling but it didn’t quite reach the corners of his eyes, that charming crinkle absent and giving way to a dark anger.

“There’s been a tsis attack on one of our northern villages,” he said bluntly, grasping your hand as he watched your face fall.

“Generals Koon and Windu will be riding with me and a company of soldiers, we’re bringing all we can spare. Anakin will meet us, we’ve sent him word -”

“I’m coming with you!”

“No. You absolutely will not. While you’ve grown strong, I cannot bring you into battle.”

“I can stay back and help your healers,” you protested, tears starting to gather at the corners of your eyes.

“I am sorry my darling, but I will not put you in that kind of danger. You must stay here, and I will return to you as quickly as I can. Cee and Padme will be here with you, but I must go.”

He pulled you in for a kiss and you brought your hand to his cheek, wiping away the watery trails you were certain mirrored your own.

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Obi-Wan was leading the charge to the north, racing through forest paths as quickly as Dolega could carry him. Generals Koon and Windu were right behind him on their own orbaks, followed by a company of soldiers with Commander Wolffe at their helm.

They rode for hours before coming across the smoldering village, slowing to a walk before Obi-Wan dismounted, pulling Dolega along by the bridle. He approached a group of villagers before calling one of the healers forward, seeing to it that their wounds were properly tended.

“Have you any idea who led the attack?”

Obi-Wan’s hand tightened in his glove when the man he addressed lifted his head, the name shaky on his burned lips.

“General Grievous.”

Obi-Wan thanked the man and called over to Plo and Mace, informing them of the assailant’s identity.

“He didn’t do this alone,” Plo rumbled, steadying his orbak to remount.

“No,” Mace agreed. “We need to find him. And quickly.”

The swiftly moved out, some of the soldiers staying behind to help the surviving villagers gather their belongings to take refuge back at the castle.

They didn’t have to look far, cresting the next ridge to find Grievous and his army waiting on the other side of the valley, a lone guardsman waiting halfway between. Plo signaled for Wolffe to come forward, every man in the army holding their breath as he made his way to the center of the field.

The negotiations were short and Wolffe returned wearing a somber frown, wringing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“They will accept no peace negotiations. We will defeat Grievous or he will burn the whole border down and work his way to the heart of Coruscant. Emperor Palpatine is coming.”

“So it’s war, then,” Obi-Wan grunted, lifting his sword over his head, feeling the army behind him ready themselves. Grievous did the same, his sword flashing through the air as a roar rolled down the hill as his soldiers rushed forth.

“Leave Grievous to me.”

The engraving down the blade of his sword glowed blue as he signaled his men forward, charging towards General Grievous.

When he reached the center of the fray he rolled off of Dolega’s back, placing a hand on his hindquarters and giving him a silent command to retreat to the ridge. With deadly accuracy he made his way towards Grievous, shouting his name to be heard over the din of battle.

Grievous laughed before a deep cough rattled in his chest.

“You think you can take me, Kenobi? I’d like to see you try. Your whole kingdom will burn at my feet!”

Obi-Wan was surrounded by soldiers, centering himself with a deep breath before turning to face the first guard that stood in his way.

Battle raged around him, his commandos locked in fights with rogue tsis guards as groups of them formed around the generals. Mace and Plo were working towards Obi-Wan, knowing the only way to end this battle was to capture or kill Grievous.

Though deadly and a skilled warrior, Mace took a hard blow to the knee and fumbled, being overrun with guards as they worked to bind him, stopping his attack and dragging him back towards a cart.

Obi-Wan snarled as his sword went through the next guard, blood spattering his face as he pushed towards Grievous. When they engaged, Obi-Wan parried his twin-sword attack, moving swiftly to strike at his side.

“Do you fight for her Kenobi? I’ll see to it that you stay alive just long enough to watch her die.”

Obi-Wan screamed your name as rage filled his veins, his calculating movements becoming more forceful and less accurate. Guards were pushing in tighter around them, and for every guard he took two more seemed to fill their place.

With a deep breath he pushed at the earth below a group of guards, watching them topple over each other as he fought another at this back. Metal clanged on metal as the blue engravings glowed more deeply, pulsing with every strike.

“Dooku can’t wait to get his hands on her,” Grievous growled, stalking closer to Obi-Wan. “As soon as she bears him a son he’ll be finished with her, and then I’ll get to dispose of you.”

Obi-Wan fumbled, taking a hard knock to the back that caused him to drop his sword. He ducked under Grievous’s wide swing and landed a hard punch under the jaw. Grievous stumbled back and Obi-Wan moved to pull a dagger from the back of his boot before getting tackled to the ground. The guards rushed in and pinned his hands above his head to bind him, pulling off his rings and necklace, checking every pocket to make sure not a single piece of kyber remained on his person.

“Ari,” he coughed, spitting up blood as the guards pushed him into a kneel. The next time he said your name he roared it with violent rage - a promise he knew you couldn’t hear, and a promise he hoped he could keep. He would come home to you. Feeling cool metal still pressed against his forehead he took one last chance, breathing deep before he started to recite an old and powerful spell, feeling it prickle at his fingertips until it stopped cold.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes to find Grievous standing over him, turning his battle circlet over in his hands before placing it on his own head.

“Looks a little small for you,” Obi-Wan spat, grunting when he was met with the cold armor on the back of the general’s hand.

“She was your mortal flaw Kenobi. Only fools love .”

General Grievous signaled to his men to round up all the surviving soldiers, dragging Obi-Wan to the cart by the back of his collar. He fought the whole way there and he heard Plo yelling to Wolffe to run, to get back to the castle as quickly as he could.

“Let him go,” Grievous barked, watching Wolffe make a beeline for Dolega. His guards stopped in their tracks and turned to face him.

“They’ll never be ready.”

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As the sun began to set you decided that you couldn’t stay in Obi-Wan’s chambers any longer, needing to find something to do to take your mind off his absence. You made your way to Padme’s room, knocking and finding it empty. You thought she might be in the library, knowing she went there to think almost as often as you did.

You rounded the corner and were making your way down the corridor when you heard a creak. You turned to look behind you and found the hallway empty. Thinking the sound was a trick on your ears, you started back on your path to the library, nearly walking into a narrow chest.

You barely had time to register the person in front of you, Anakin’s face wild and dangerous before your world went black.

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triflesandtea · 2 years

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About time I asked this LOL. What is your FAVORITE Sherlock adaptation, and what is one case you have solved (IRL) yourself?

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"What is your favorite Holmes adaptation?"

Sooo, that question is quite hard considering that there are so many good versions/adaptations of the Holmes stories and they're all different. I do admit I am partial to the recent movies featuring Robert Downey, Jr. simply because they are unique stories but still keep the accuracy of the time period (they even consulted actual Sherlockian experts o.o). They're not perfect, but they're great. Also, Downey's performance showcases the eccentricities that not many actors show when they portray Holmes on screen.

Jeremy Brett comes as second simply because his performance in the first season is really, really good in my opinion. The actor's health got worse in the second season, though, and his performance seemed to diminish in believability (is that a word? I think so), so I can't force myself to watch any more of the Granada show right now. 😬😅

But... I think we all are aware of the very obvious fact that the original literary Canon is the best of them all. 😌

"What is one case you have solved (IRL) yourself?"

Hmmm. That is an excellent question, and I'm afraid I don't have nearly as excellent an answer. 😅 I suppose don't get many opportunities to "solve cases" in real life—that's quite sad, come to think of it—but I think I'm always figuring things out. :P

OH, and I wrote a case and solved it through my main character; does that count? 😏😆

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becesswonderwall · 2 years

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One of my customized bedsheets I ordered last year. Just second time using this one. Most of my bedsheets aren’t ready-made. They’re being manually tailored coz this bed needs slits for its legs, that is if I want to use bedsheets with sheers in all its sides. And I’ve been browsing online for its curtain coz I used to have 2 bed curtains. Like a canopy one but it was completely damaged by the siege.

It’s cold weather today. I just made my hot lemon tea. ☕️

And I think I need new throw pillow covers too. And I’ve been eyeing cute bedsheets online with duvet covers which are very affordable pero dko magawagawa mag check out. Gusto ko kase bundle kukunin ko para mkatipid.🥲 Gusto ko tlga ung merun duvet covers para makachange nrn ung mga duvets ko dito. And...not for now muna.😩

First in the morning when I got up early. Sipping coffee. Coffeeholic with oats at the bottom of my coffee😬 coz my nurse-sis told us not to drink coffee with empty stomach. And I think oats or wholegrains are healthy to add on. Coz I’m trying to cut-off my sugar and salt intake too. But today, I tried ChekHup chocolate drink. My first try which is not bad, it has been a long while since I had chocolate drinks. How I miss cadbury chocolate drink.~ But these malaysian products are so guilt free. 100% Halal coz you can find the halal certification clearly on their products with clear fonts, and all made from Malaysia.

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of castles and magic: aestus

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader (magic royalty au)

Rated: E for Explicit, the smut has arrived

Word Count: 4.706k

Summary: Anakin continues to spiral while you and Obi-Wan grow closer

Huge special thanks to @beskars ((and her sith!obi anon)) for being a font of encouragement and a second set of eyes

Warnings: Cee has terrible timing, poor Ani, an absolute bastard appears, a band of merry… dressmakers?, more bastards, a worried Padme, a lot of kissing, female masturbation, the royal boning (ft. some lite biting and hair pulling, female receiving oral, teasing, unprotected sex) and a force connection, but make it sexy;; the smut is not important to the overall plot so if you’d like to skip it you won’t miss anything important, but it is much softer/less explicit than what I typically write

Image credit: unsplash

Author’s Note: The smut we’ve all been waiting for! Also, uh, sorry about the ending. 😬 Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

Your sheets felt cold on your skin as you crawled between them, missing Obi-Wan’s warmth. Bathed in the golden silks you longed for him to overwhelm you once more, unabated heat still pooled between your legs as you twisted against the fabric.

You flopped onto your back with a huff, staring into the abyss of the ceiling before letting your eyes close and your hands drift, reaching between your legs to sooth the gnawing ache. You thought of his hands taking the place of your own, groaning as you circled your throbbing bundle of nerves.

Destroyer, he had said, his voice heavy with lust as he spoke against your lips. In that moment your desire overwhelmed your curiosity and you kissed him back, parting your lips so he could slide his tongue against yours. You rolled your hips against your fingers at the memory, sliding one inside with a quiet moan as you thought of the way he had cupped your breast, lazily circling your nipple with the edge of his thumb over the thin layer of silk.

He had been pressed into your side, gently kissing every centimeter of your exposed décolletage and savoring your delicate whimpers while you gently tugged at his auburn locks when he was interrupted by Cee throwing open the door, exclaiming that you hadn’t returned to your chambers. Her cheeks burned scarlet when she saw your dress draped over the corner of the bed and the way Obi-Wan had leapt up to sit in front of you, guarding you from her eyes and covered in his own flush.

You grunted away the thoughts of her ill-timed concern, focusing instead on the way Obi-Wan’s beard had tickled the very edge of your breasts and how he had curled his index finger into the edge of the sheet, ever so slowly dragging it down your chest while you ran your other hand across his muscled back.

Your breathing became more rapid as you searched against your upper wall, thinking of the way Obi-Wan had kissed your neck while he closed your dress, letting his hands linger on your waist. You climbed higher as you thought of the way he had kissed you outside your room, his arousal still evident as he held you tight, reluctantly opening your door before capturing your lips one last time, leaving you breathless and wanting.

The heat in your stomach grew to a breaking point when you thought of the way Obi-Wan was likely taking his pleasure in the same manner you were, reliving the brief intimacy you had shared. You whined his name into the darkness when you came undone, slowly rolling onto your side as your mind began to stray.

Destroyer… the word played itself in your mind over and over again as you gave in to sleep, bubbling apprehension temporarily quieted by your thoughts of Obi-Wan’s comforting embrace.

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Anakin sat upright in bed, his head and chest pounding. He rubbed at his temples before glancing over to Padme, relieved that she hadn’t woken when he startled. Restless and unable to figure out why, Anakin pulled on a thin robe and his linen pants before shuffling out of their rooms, setting out on an aimless walk around the castle.

He was rounding a corner when he caught the sound of his name, grabbing at the small dagger in his pocket as he struggled to reach into the darkness, mind heavy and clouded.

"I apologize for frightening you," Admiral Tarkin said gruffly, shadows bouncing across his long nose and illuminating his greying hair as he extended his open palms in a gesture of peace.

"That's okay Admiral," Anakin said slowly, straightening himself at the shoulders. "It's awfully late, what are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same question, your highness," he offered, bending his head in a subtle bow. "But since we're both here, why don't we walk together?"

Anakin nodded and fell into an easy stride with the Admiral, their footsteps quietly echoing along the wide stone corridor.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Tarkin pressed, head turned slightly to watch Anakin purse his lips at the question.

“Haven’t been sleeping well lately.”

Anakin was wringing his hands together as he shuffled along, looking distracted and unsure of his destination.

“That’s quite unfortunate your highness. Have you been suffering with this for long?”

Anakin let out a gentle sigh as he thought. “It’s been a few weeks,” he mumbled, stopping near a large window.

The twin moons were full, bathing the stained glass in light that stained the hallway brilliant red.

“A few weeks,” Tarkin wondered, running his hand along his chin. “About the time the princess arrived?”

“Actually… yes,” Anakin confirmed, dropping his arms briefly before wrapping one around himself, holding onto his elbow. “But I don’t think her arrival has anything to do with -,” he started, a joke dying in his throat as Tarkin gave him a bored look, words failing to form the way he wanted them to.

“It must be hard,” Tarkin said quietly, resting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “Things will change once they’re married.”

“I don’t -” Anakin started, stammering into silence as Tarkin pressed on.

“He spends too much time thinking about her, with her. I fear the kingdom will suffer due to his distraction.”

Anakin raised a hand to protest, only to lower it as his eyes glazed over.

“Do you think he’ll have any time for you or anyone on his council? He’s wrapped around her fingers, surely you see that. She’s going to destroy him. Destroy Coruscant and all we’ve built. Aquilae has always longed for more power, and now they’re going to steal everything away, right underneath our noses.”

His nostrils flared as he spoke angrily, a sly grin spreading across his face as he looked into Anakin’s eyes, catching the faintest aurous flecks at the edges of his irises, sparkling in the moonlight.

He leaned closer, whispering into Anakin’s ear. “But you can stop her, Anakin. You can save Obi-Wan.”

“I can?” Anakin mumbled, beginning to sway where he stood.

“You can. You must save Coruscant.”

“Save Coruscant,” Anakin whispered, taking a shaky step forward. “Save Obi-Wan.”

“Let’s get you back to your rooms, your highness,” Tarkin offered, hooking his arm under Anakin’s to support some of his weight. “You seem exhausted.”

Once in front of the door, Tarkin swung it open and shoved Anakin inside, quickly closing it before making his way back to his own quarters.

Anakin walked heavily to his bed, dropping his robe to the ground before wrapping himself around Padme, settling into the pillow with her tucked under his chin.

When day broke he woke up slowly, finding Padme’s side of the bed empty. He sat up and was surprised to find himself wearing his linen pants, shrugging it off to getting cold during the night. Quietly he climbed out of bed and began to get ready for the day, the remnants of an odd dream pushed to the recesses of his mind.

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“Good morning Ari!” Padme sang, pulling back the heavy curtains as you rolled over in your bed.

Still heavy with sleep you started to sit up, memories of the previous night flooding your skin with an embarrassed heat.

“Cee, I’m so sorry about last night I -” you started, stopping when you felt Padme hop onto your bed to rub your upper arms.

��Cee is out at the markets,” Padme smiled. “What are you apologizing for?” she cocked her head to the side, laughing as your eyes widened with sudden wakefulness.

“Nothing! It was nothing,” you stammered. “Nothing at all, just a little embarrassing thing, nothing really.”

You clambered out of bed wrapped in your sheet while you searched for the night shift you hadn’t bothered to put on.

“What, did she walk in on you and King Kenobi?” she laughed, stilling for a moment as you stood upright, suddenly rigid.

“She did didn’t she?” Padme exclaimed, scrambling to stand in front of you as you pulled the thin straps of the dress over your shoulders.

“We weren’t really doing anything.”

You took one look at the way she had her arms crossed and the look on her face before letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“My back hurt,” you explained. “So he was giving me a lovely massage, and a clip was digging into my back so I undressed. One thing led to another and we were kissing and then Cee burst in because I wasn’t in my rooms.”

“Maker above,” Padme laughed, gently shaking her head before pulling you into a hug. “So how was it?”

Ignoring her question you peeled yourself away from her.

“What brings you in so early?”

“I told you, I was having the dressmaker come in first thing this morning so we can work on your wedding gown,” she smiled, glancing to the door when a knock echoed through your room.

“And that must be him now!”

Your jaw dropped when the dressmaker flounced in, a troop of people following after, carrying several trunks and a large wooden block.

“I’m so glad to finally make your acquaintance your highness,” the tall, slender man said with an accent foreign to your ears, kissing you on each cheek before shuffling you onto the pedestal.

He walked a slow circle around you, studying your body in a way that had you crossing your arms over your chest.

He stopped in front of you to pull your arms down before leaning against one of the trunks. “My name is Hondo, Hondo Ohnaka. I’ve been dressing King Kenobi and his court for years.”

You nodded as you watched two of his helpers begin to open the trunks, fabrics of every color and texture piled high inside.

“I brought several samples in the traditional Aquilean blue.”

He dropped them back into the trunk when he saw you wrinkle your nose at his suggestion.

“Not a fan of your home’s traditions? Please, I do love gossip,” he grinned, throwing his long braids over his shoulder. “The stories I could tell, so many of them true.”

You chuckled at that, watching Padme rifle through the trunk nearest to her. “You had a piece of fabric when I got married last year,” she called over to him, thumbing through several purples before dropping them back into the drunk.

“Darling I had dozens of fabrics last year, you’ll have to be more specific,” Hondo said with a click of his tongue, perching on the edge of the now open trunk.

“What are your thoughts?”

You hummed for a moment before describing your ideal gown, watching him nod as he stroked his dark beard. He started to pull out several yards of scratchy white fabric, draping and pinning it against you while Padme continued her hunt.

After several hours of draping, pinning, redraping, and setting, you were finally satisfied with the way the dress hugged your body, accentuating your favorite features.

“What about this one?” the young man named Jiro tiredly asked, holding out a pale pink fabric with a delicate stripe pattern. You shook your head and he sighed, diving back into the pile of fabrics to find something you hadn’t turned down.

“Lunch is here!” Cee cheerfully called from your doorway, rolling in a cart with enough food to feed a small army.

“Look at you,” she beamed, walking towards where you stood. “Oh! This is quite pretty.”

She paused near an open trunk, reaching deep inside to pull out a delicate gold lace.

“That’s it!” Padme cheered, leaping over to Cee to open the fabric further, calling Hondo’s attention away from the apple he was about to enjoy.

“If you had said ‘Hondo, do you still have the hand made Rhinnalian bobbin lace’ I would have said yes,” he said with a heavy eye roll, draping the fabric over your shoulders.

You nervously picked up the fabric, your skin clearly visible through it.

“Hold your thoughts for one moment.”

Waving one spindly finger in the air before spinning on his heel, Hondo grabbed a yard of black shimmersilk. He plucked the lace from your shoulder and spread the delicate fabric over the silk before laying it over you once more.

“What do you think of that, princess?”

Cee was nodding her head rapidly, her short curls bouncing almost comically while Padme beamed at you, tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks. You slowly turned to look at yourself in the large mirror, breath quickly leaving your lungs.

“Oh.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“I heard you’ve selected your wedding gown,” Obi-Wan smiled at you from across the table, pouring wine into everyone’s goblets.

“I did,” you nodded, taking a small sip before looking over at Anakin, finding him glowering at his glass.

“Are you alright Ani?”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, his jaw set in a tight line. He looked like he was about to yell before heavily blinking his eyes with a subtle shake of his head.

“Yes, I just didn’t sleep well last night,” he grumbled.

“Where were you all day?” Padme asked sincerely, reaching across the table for his fingers. She frowned slightly when he pulled his hand into his lap, losing himself in thought.

He wracked his mind, searching for an answer to Padme’s simple question. Where have I been all day?

Obi-Wan placed a gentle hand on Anakin’s shoulder, quietly saying his name and snapping him out of his trance.

“I was with the pack, doing some training. You know how stubborn Artoo can be sometimes,” Anakin lied, placing his napkin in his lap.

“I do.” Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed while he watched Anakin fiddle with his spoon.

“I want them in tip-top shape for the celebratory wedding hunt,” he continued, more confidently this time around.

You shared a look with Obi-Wan, humming your agreement when Padme suggested everyone retire early after supper.

“That’s probably best,” Obi-Wan conceded. “Make sure he rests.”

Padme nodded and Anakin gave a weak smile, dipping his spoon back into his soup.

“As for you, the barrister gave me the marriage contract if you’d like to review it before we send it to Aquilae.”

Anakin choked on his soup, muttering about the temperature of it while casually ignoring the way Padme pursed her lips and Obi-Wan furrowed his brows.

Padme finally broke the uncomfortable silence, offering to send Cee home for you while you hid your face in your hands, Obi-Wan’s gentle rumbling laughter filling the room as Anakin reached to his calf, adjusting the placement of the dagger in his boot.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hidden under the cloak of night, Emperor Palpatine and Count Dooku boarded a small Coruscanti sailing ship, pirated by one of their loyal captains. No one would suspect they were aboard, and no one would question its presence in the Aquilean docks with the increased trade and travel thanks to the upcoming wedding.

Standing on the upper deck, Palpatine lowered his dark hood, wrinkling his nose in displeasure at the scent of the ocean.

“Grievous is clear on the plan?” he grumbled to Dooku, who nodded in confirmation.

They would land in a few hours time and from there all of their schemes would rapidly come to fruition. Once the tsis leaders seized control of Aquilae and Coruscant, there would be no powers strong enough to stop them from achieving planetary dominion.

Smiling to himself, Palpatine silently thanked young Skywalker. The prince was proving to be most useful in keeping Tarkin updated on Kenobi's whereabouts, setting things in motion for their grand take over and when his usefulness was exhausted, he would rot in a pit with the rest of the Coruscanti court and council.

“Good,” Palpatine chuckled, gripping the rails tightly before barking out a short laugh. “Good! And Abigor and Mara?”

“They suspect nothing,” Dooku smiled.

“Keep them that way.”

Palpatine turned from the edge of the deck and descended into his chambers to rest before docking at the foreign port.

Once they stepped onto Aquilean soil, Palpatine took a deep breath, smirking at Dooku from under his hood. They could feel the power of the kyber deep below the surface, raw and untapped, begging to be taken. To be used by someone that understood the value of the great reserves, not the magicless royals that sat on the throne now.

Dooku and Palpatine sat in silence as they travelled to the castle, sharing their thoughts through a single qyasik connection. They were mutually unimpressed by Abigor’s castle, but politely strode behind the king and his wife as Dooku made a mental map of the place, noting easy entry points and areas of weakness to reinforce later.

With a simple goodnight they each entered their rooms, preparing to rest for the coming days.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“So what do you think, Ari?” Obi-Wan asked from where he hovered over your shoulder, anxiously pacing behind you as you examined the marriage contract on his desk.

“These terms are very fair,” you commented, scanning the final lines. “Just as you promised. Our people will mutually benefit from the union, though I’ll have to find a regent in my absence once I take over the rule of Aquilae.”

“Perhaps,” he murmured, leaning against the edge of his desk. “Rule here is different than what you’re used to. Once Anakin is ready he’ll take the throne and train his own successor. We’re closer in age than most but… once Anakin rules Coruscant, we could go back Aquilae.”

“We have plenty of time to figure that out… I have no suggestions and happily accept these terms.” You smiled up at him before sighing.

“Assuming my father also agrees and signs the damn thing.”

“I hope you don’t take this offensively, but they seemed quite eager to give you away,” Obi-Wan chuckled and you joined him, knowing that he was right.

“I have another gift for you.”

He rounded the desk to pull you to your feet before guiding you to the balcony with his hand at the small of your back. You leaned against the railing, taking in the sweeping trees bright under the moons and stars. When he placed a tentative hand on your hip you turned to him, smiling as you straightened the crown in his hair.

He caught your hand when you pulled it away and gave it a gentle squeeze before sliding an intricate gold band onto your finger, studded with small pieces of kyber in your favorite color.

“Obi,” you started, looking at your hand before he brought it to his lips, kissing each of your fingers before pressing your knuckles to his forehead.

You slowly trailed your hand down his cheek before leaning in to kiss him, wrapping your arms behind him as he brought a hand to the back of your neck, parting your lips with his tongue. You pressed yourself into him and sighed into his mouth, chasing his lips when he pulled away.

With a raised brow he tilted his head to the side and you nodded with your own cheeky grin, laughing as he pulled you back through the balcony doors before kissing your temple.

“You’re sure?” he asked gently, running his thumb just below your lower lip.

“Absolutely,” you breathed, leaning forward to taste his lips again.

“About that… about this.”

His hands tightened around you as he kissed you, breaking away to trail kisses along your jaw, slowly walking you back towards his bed. He tossed his crown onto the mattress and leaned against the edge as he buried his face against your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses across your skin as you tangled your fingers in the tie of his robes while his danced along the top of your dress.

“May I?” you said in unison, your cheeks heating under his heavy gaze.

“Go ahead,” he encouraged, letting you undo the knot and push away each layer, humming when you ran your fingernails across his chest. You kissed the hollow of his throat before kissing his tattooed clavicle, slowly pushing the fabric from his shoulders.

You paused for a moment, looking across the expanse of his chest. You wanted to map every scar, every freckle, every line of each tattoo but he had other plans at the moment, turning you and pulling you back against him.

Obi-Wan’s hands traveled over the front of your dress, squeezing your breasts with a heady sigh before returning to your back, deftly unhooking each clasp of your dress. Much like he had when you were wrapped in his sheet he slowly opened your dress, tasting every bit of skin that became exposed to him.

When he reached the last clasp he helped you slide your gown from your shoulders, leaving you fully bare. With a kiss to your arm he switched places with you again, holding your waist as you hopped onto the bed, hooking your ankles behind his back to pull him towards your chest.

Slowly he tweaked one of your nipples, letting the edge of his teeth grace the delicate skin below your ear. With a moan you pulled him in tighter, dipping your fingers below the band of his trousers when you felt his arousal brushing against you. He gently brushed his hands away, whispering against your skin as he kissed you.

“We have a lifetime my darling, there’s no need to rush.”

And so you let him slowly work down your body, pausing at the spots that made you shiver to gently nip at your skin, letting small marks bloom across your flesh. He was making his own map of you, leaving a trail he intended to follow every single day if you would let him.

When he reached the apex of your thighs you moaned his name, running your hands through his hair as he slowly knelt before you, placing your legs over his shoulders. He purred your name back, tracing his fingers along your glistening folds before slowly licking across you, settling against your clit while gently easing a finger into your entrance.

He lapped against you slowly, dragging his finger against your walls at an aching speed. When he met that spot on your upper wall your back arched from the bed and he flattened his palm against you, holding you still.

“Let me hear you,” he rasped, noticing the way you swallowed the sounds of your pleasure. “Let all of Coruscant know who makes you feel this way.”

You twisted your hand into his hair at his words, moaning his name as he sucked you into his mouth, adding another finger at your entrance when you begged for more. Happy to oblige your requests he curled his fingers against that spot, your wetness dripping into his palm as you rolled your head back, overcome with pleasure.

He gently worked you back down from your high, kissing your thighs before slipping his fingers from inside of you, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. His smile was feral in the glow of the torches and you scrambled up the bed as he worked his pants down, climbing up after you.

He kissed up your legs as he crawled over you, the friction of his beard making you mewl below him. When he had you caged between his arms he kissed you deeply, filling your mouth with a moan of his own as you gently tugged on his hair.

“I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled against your mouth, lining himself up with your entrance.

“My destroyer.”

You couldn’t help the string of curses that fell from your mouth as he sunk into you, your legs wrapping around him to bring him even closer. He gave you an amused smirk before deliberately rolling his hips against yours, dragging his cock across that spot that had you arching below him.

“Feel good princess?” he grunted into your ear, groaning as you ran your fingernails down his back. You clung to him as he rutted against you, close to another high. Sensing you were close he stilled, kissing the top of your forehead before easing out of you.

Obi-Wan quieted your whines with a kiss, sitting against the headboard before patting his lap. You clambered over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lowered yourself, groaning as he stretched you.

“Open your eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered open as he rocked you in his lap, meeting you with shallow thrusts that had you both panting. He wrapped his hand around yours, his rings hot on your skin while you lazily undulated in his lap.

You felt a familiar tug in your stomach as you felt yourself become surrounded by an essence of calm and strength, as he quietly sang against you. Taking a deep breath you slowed your motions even more, determined to give him all he gave you. You gave in to the tugging sensation, feeling yourself bleed out into the space around you. You savored the way he moaned your name as you connected to him, running your free hand down his cheek before kissing him deeply.

He breathed your name into your skin as you prayed on his, a worshipful chant as you clung to each other, hands becoming more desperate and searching as you climbed in tandem, nearing your peak.

With a low growl he pushed you back into the mattress, pace increasing with every rise in your voice. His name was honey sweet on your lips as you came apart under him, swallowing his groans as he spilled inside of you.

Full of bliss you remained wrapped together until he eased himself away from you, leaving your side to get a warm cloth from his bath. He returned to find you sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, wearing his crown in the same crooked fashion he did.

“That suits you,” he laughed, leaning in to kiss you before carefully pressing the cloth between your thighs. When he laid down you reached over him to place his crown on the small table before curling yourself around him, smiling as he rubbed small circles into your shoulder.

“That was…”

“Unlike anything you’ve ever experienced?” he suggested, smirking at the way you pursed your lips.

“Not bad, old man.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Padme woke in a panic, glancing next to her to find Anakin missing and his sheets cold.

Concerned, she climbed out of bed and walked to their bath chamber, splashing water on her face and pulling on her shift before pacing the space between the bed and door, debating about leaving to search him out.

She jumped when the door swung open and Anakin stumbled in, grumbling and rubbing at the back of his head.

“Ani,” she exclaimed, reaching for his hands. “Where have you been?”

He responded with a noncommittal grunt, wrapping her in his arms as he swayed back and forth. He shushed her and ran his hand down her hair, making his way back to their bed. He fell asleep pressed against her back while she stayed awake, mind racing with possibilities. When dawn finally broke she turned to face him, gently shaking his shoulder.

“Ani, where did you go last night?”

“What are you talking about Padme? I was here the whole time,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. As he did she noticed an unfamiliar glint of gold in his eyes, fear making her veins run cold. When he left to ready himself for the day Padme shrugged on her robe, tears falling down her cheeks as she rushed down the hallway. She slid to a stop in front of Obi-Wan’s door, rapidly knocking while glancing up and down the corridor.

He sat up next to you, pulling the sheets over your chest before slipping out of bed. After placing a gentle kiss to your cheek he dressed in his pants and tunic before quietly opening the door, lips parting in surprise when he found Padme standing there. He quickly motioned her inside, offering her one of the chairs at the small table.

“Obi-Wan,” Padme sniffled, drying her anxious tears from her skin with the back of her sleeve.

“Something is wrong with Anakin.”

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of castles and magic: potestas

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader (magic royalty au)

Rated: M for Mature

Word Count: 3.470k

Summary: You confront your captor and your parents; Padme comes to find you

Huge special thanks to @beskars ((and her sith!obi anon)) for being a font of encouragement and a second set of eyes

Warnings: mentions of blood and violence, bastards doing bastarding, a well earned just desserts, Commander Wolffe, canon typical violence, a force bond, spitting (but not in the sexy way)

Image credit: unsplash

Author’s Note: Y’all have waited long enough! Thank you so much for your patience. I was going to put another scene in this chapter but it lends itself better to the beginning of the next (and likely last) chapter in this series. There’s not much Obi, but there’s a lot going on; dialogue heavy. Everything will be okay, I promise! 😬 Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

You jostled awake with the rush of cold water thrown over your body, sputtering as the taste of blood overwhelmed your senses. Struggling to focus you blinked your eyes heavily and desperately tried to hear anything that wasn’t a pitched ring.

You twisted and tried to turn, wriggling your hands before realizing that they were tightly bound behind your back. With an unsuccessful groan you lolled your head to the side, meeting a spindly nose framed by grayed hair pointed right at you.

You tried to scream, rage boiling your skin only to be halted by the cotton that seemed to fill your mouth, your tongue numb and useless. He sneered at you, a sick little smile as he watched you struggle.

“Try not to hurt yourself dear, I’m not sure the count will accept damaged goods.”

When the scent of seawater finally settled in your nose fear gripped your heart, realizing that there was only one place you could possibly be going. He must have seen the panic in your eyes because he laughed again, sitting back on his heels just to watch you thrash in vain.

You glared at him, willing every muscle in your mouth to work. You watched him shuffle around and stand, making his way to a small wooden door - the exit to the hold. Gathering every ounce of strength you had you spat out a warning, bitter despite your clumsy tongue.

“He’s going to kill you.”

He paused with his hand on the door, turning to bare his teeth in the light.

“Not if I kill him first.”

And with that Tarkin turned on his heel, marching out of the hold before slamming the door, leaving you cold and alone.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Padme was pacing, gliding up and down the long hallway as she waited for you. You weren’t in your chambers, nor the kings. She had been waiting for you in the library but when you didn’t arrive she went searching for you, wringing her hands tightly as she argued with herself about looking for you in the gardens or just staying in the hall.

She paused when she heard the whisper of her name from a few feet away, turning around to find her husband stalking towards her.

“Ani! Why are you here? There’s been an invasion, King Kenobi needs your help.”

She met his eyes and gasped, faltering on a backwards step. Anakin reached out and caught her arm, pulling her into a hug.

“I am helping him.”

Padme pushed against his chest, trying to back away from him.

“Padme you don’t understand. I have to save Coruscant. This is the only way.”

“Anakin, this is all wrong. What’s going on?”

He tightened his grip on her upper arm, dragging her down the hallway and back towards their rooms.

“Everything is going to be fine, just trust me.”

Padme planted her feet on the floor, struggling against him as he pushed her through the doorway. She tried to pull him inside, get him to sit down and talk with her, but he moved too quickly.

Before she could react the door was slammed shut and locked from the outside and she curled her hands into fists to beat at the wood, yelling for an answer she knew she wouldn’t find.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next time you opened your eyes you could feel the deep ache in your body from laying on the wooden floor of the ship, second only to the pounding in your head. The door to the hull had been flung open and Tarkin marched in, hauling you off the floor and pushing you towards the steep steps to the deck.

“Move,” he snarled, shoving you hard in the back.

“No."

You locked yourself in place until he climbed around you and dug his fingers into your arm, yanking you forward.

“Fight all you like but your fate is sealed.”

When you screamed he just studied his nail beds, waiting for you to run out of air.

“If you’re quite finished, we can go. No one is coming to help you.”

You spat at him and he yanked you forward again, forcing you up the stairs where you were flanked by two of your father’s guards, scowling at them as they assisted you into a nearby waiting carriage.

The ride to the castle seemed much shorter than you had remembered it and you spent the duration wishing to be back in Coruscant. Your mind was focused on Obi-Wan, hoping that he’d soon return to his castle and come to Aquilae to bring you back home.

Home.

For the longest time you thought this castle was home, but now it felt cold and foreign. Every day you spent in Coruscant you learned something new, tasted something different, or grew in your strength. Your parents had limited you where Obi-Wan and his family helped you blossom, so when you rounded the familiar corner to your father’s throne room you steeled your jaw and allowed the guards to loosen your hands, shaking their grips on your shoulders to march in ahead of them with your head held high.

“Father,” you snapped, eyes flicking to the two unfamiliar men standing next to him. “What is the meaning of this?”

The curl on King Abigor’s lips made your stomach turn.

“There you are my child.”

You cast him a disgusted look and repeated your question once more.

“We had to bring you back to Aquilae so that you may marry Count Dooku.”

He gestured to the tall, greying man to his right and you swallowed the bile that rose in the back of your throat.

“The kingdoms of Aquilae and Ziost have forged a favorable agreement -”

“I’m betrothed to King Kenobi! The contract is finished and is in Coruscant, I need only send word and it can be delivered here.”

Dooku pressed his lips in a thin line and the older man, who you assumed to be Emperor Palpatine, raised a hand to his shoulder.

“No, you will marry who I say you will marry,” your father hissed, bristling with anger. “The contract for your marriage to Count Dooku is already written, signed, and sealed.”

You narrowed your eyes at them before straightening your stance, placing a hand on your hip.

“I’ve already slept with King Kenobi.”

Queen Mara rolled her eyes heavily as your father barked out a laugh.

“And you expect any of us to believe that you were pure before that? Please, do remember your manners and remain silent in the presence of your husband unless he or I is directly addressing you.”

You stomped your foot on the ground, your anger bleeding out into the charged air around you.

“No! I absolutely will not, I refuse. King Kenobi will -”

Count Dooku’s voice was cold and sharp, stopping you in your tracks.

“Enough of this.”

He swooped towards you, towering over you as he snarled his displeasure.

“I am your Maker now. I am your beginning and your end. I am the dominion to which you answer, and that is final.”

He was cold and rigid and for the first time since you had left Aquilae, you felt afraid. You stepped to the side, voice trembling as you gazed at your parents.

“Father, how could you -”

Dooku stepped back in front of you and grabbed your chin, nails biting into your flesh.

“I said enough. Now, do be a darling and take yourself to my chambers and make yourself presentable. I don’t want to catch a whiff of Kenobi on you.”

You shook his hand away and glowered at his feet.

“I will never -”

Count Dooku’s laugh shook you to your bones and you took a timid step away from him, hoping to avoid his hands finding any part of your body again.

“Never? Then you can rot in the dungeons with your parents until you change your mind.”

He snapped and the guards that escorted you into the room quickly returned to your side, four more surrounding your parents as their mouths dropped in shock.

“Get them out of my sight. All of them.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Commander Wolffe rode as fast as Dolega would carry him, leading him to a lesser known servant’s entrance at the side of the castle. He noticed it oddly quiet before hearing a familiar whimper, pulling open an old wardrobe to find Cee crouched inside.

“What in the seven hells are you doing in there?”

“Anakin was gathering all the soldiers and there’s rumors that King Kenobi is dead! I can’t find Ari or Padme and -”

Wolffe hushed her, holding his hand out to help her out of the closet.

“The king has been captured by General Grievous, I can only assume they’re coming here. We need to go.”

Cee sniffled before giving Wolffe a resolute nod, leading him to a winding staircase.

“This will lead us to the chamber hall.”

Wolffe thanked her before holding the door open, ushering her in and pulling it closed behind them. The pair climbed two steps at a time, bustling into the hall near the entrance to your rooms.

He raised his hand to rap on the door when he caught sound of a muffled yell, grasping the sword at his waist before breaking into a run down the hallway. Wolffe jiggled the handle to Padme’s room and found it locked, and Cee started to examine it while pulling out a small set of picks.

“No time,” Wolffe grunted, setting his sword back in its scabbard before pulling Cee back and banging on the door with a closed fist.

“Stand back!”

There was a small shuffle on the opposite side of the door before Wolffe landed a two firm kicks on the door, forcing it open with a crunch of wood.

Padme stormed out, hugging Cee before offering Wolffe a half curtsy.

“Where’s Ari?” they asked each other together, realizing at once that she must not be in the castle.

With an exasperated sigh Wolffe pointed down the hallway.

“We can talk on the way but we need to get to Aquilae. Cody, Rex, and a small company of men are there at the mines, I brought them supplies a few weeks ago. His majesty left them there for security - perhaps Dooku and Palpatine are there with her.”

Padme nodded and they started to run down the hallway, following Wolffe’s lead.

When they reached the servant’s quarters Wolffe had entered through, Cee paused.

“I should stay here. Who knows what state the castle will be in when you return?”

Wolffe and Padme thanked her and she ran off to hide, leaving the pair to mount Dolega and race to the port, cursing the sheer size of Coruscant shortly after starting their journey.

“I just hope we’re not too late.”

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A raven cried at the window and Dooku approached it slowly, holding his hand out to the large black bird. He read the small note before turning to his master, offering him a devilish smile.

“Grievous has captured Kenobi and Anakin waits for us at the castle.”

Palpatine laughed from King Abigor’s throne, the blood of several brave and rebellious servants now staining the ornately carved feet.

“Excellent! In no time at all Coruscant will be ours.”

Dooku nodded and released the bird with a short reply, letting the general know the emperor would be arriving shortly.

“You’re certain you would like me to stay here?”

“Yes, Dooku, you worry too much. No one is left to oppose me. Grievous will come once I hold the throne of Coruscant and you may join me there before returning to Ziost.”

“What of the girl?”

“Perhaps she’ll come to her senses before then. And if not, just bind her and bring her with.”

You had sunk to your knees in the center of your cell, reaching out to the cold floor before you and meeting the raw pulse of Aquilae.

There was such power below the surface, all of the untapped kyber making your hands shake. You took a steadying breath and leaned further down, head resting on the dirt floor as you began to slowly chant, sinking into a deep meditation.

You’re not sure how long you stayed that way, hours or maybe even days, praying into the earth, searching for some sign that Obi-Wan was okay. You focused on the way he always smelled, his steady thrum of calm, and the ultramarine of his eyes until you felt it - a small thread between your fingers, faintly vibrating against your skin.

This has to be him…

Your mind raced with possibilities and you fought to stay centered, determined to hold on to the only connection you still had with him. But it was weak - and the darkness of worry started to bloom in your mind.

So when a small rock made contact with your head you snapped up while the air crackled around you.

“Finally made peace with your fate then?”

Your father’s head was cocked to the side as he smirked at you, clinging to the metal bars of the cage he shared with your mother.

You snarled out angry words, clenching your fists until your father screamed in pain, backing away from the door as he held his hands to his chest.

“Who taught you that witchcraft?” he moaned, your mother staring daggers as she took their small jug of water and soaked a rag to sooth the burns you had caused.

“Who do you think?”

“He ruined you!”

“Don’t pretend to care now,” you said darkly, drawing more and more power from your connection to the raw earth below you. “ You were all too willing to give me away. Twice in fact."

You could feel the vibrations of everything around you, drawing it towards yourself in a way you had never felt before. Your hands shook as the energy built, eyes flashing wild with the emotions you were battling.

"I should just kill you here and -”

“Ari!”

You startled and ran to the edge of your cell, Padme’s familiar voice bringing you to tears.

“Padme! I’m over here!”

You reached a hand between the bars and waved it frantically, ignoring the way your parents had scrambled to the edge of their cage again to watch your friend run down the narrow corridor.

She quickly unlocked your cell and you fell into a tight hug, choking your sobs down as you sang your thanks.

“How are you here?”

“Commander Wolffe. He’s getting the others. We need to get you out of here.”

“And what of us?”

You turned to glare at your mother, eyes feral in the dim candle light.

“You can do what Dooku suggested and rot here for all I care.”

The air crackled around you again and Padme placed a gentle hand on your wrist.

“They’ll answer for their crimes. We must go, now.”

You nodded and took her hand in yours, leading her down one narrow corridor to another before pressing up flat against the fall, holding your index finger to your lips. You felt her grab the short sword at her waist, pressing her dagger into your hand.

The two of you popped out from your place as the other group rounded the corner and you let out a quiet gasp, Padme’s dagger nearly clattering to the ground before she caught it with a turn of her wrist, returning it to its place on her belt.

Malkyn and Thomas had their hands held open before surrounding you with their arms, Malkyn pressing several kisses to your cheeks.

“We were coming to get you out,” she whispered harshly, turning your hands over to examine them. “You’ve grown so strong.”

“What’s going on?”

Your voice cracked, nearly breaking when Thomas placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Your parents betrayed you, and the entire kingdom of Aquilae. We overheard them at breakfast when the Emperor and Count Dooku arrived. They intend to kill Kenobi and his successor, taking Coruscant for themselves. If they rule Ziost, Aquilae, and Coruscant -”

“They could take the whole planet,” Padme finished with a solemn sigh.

“Thomas, Malkyn, this is her royal highness, Padme Amidala, wife of Prince Skywalker.”

She offered a shallow bow in the cramped hallway and Malkyn and Thomas returned it before Thomas’s face fell further.

“They’re using him my lady, they plan to kill him too.”

“Where are they now?”

Your voice was granite, a hardness that tasted strange in your mouth. You followed them out of the corridor and into a larger hallway where Malkyn gestured in the general direction of the throne room.

“The Emperor left and we came to find you immediately. Count Dooku is waiting for Grievous to arrive here and then he will depart back to Coruscant.”

“That just won’t do,” you growled, storming down the hallway before Thomas and Padme ran to catch up to you.

“He’s too powerful -”

“They signed a blood pact for my marriage to him. Either I die, or he does.”

Padme paled and turned to Thomas, asking him to fetch as many guards as he could. He ran off and she returned to you, holding your shoulders.

“If the King were here -”

“Well he’s not!”

Hot tears were beginning to burn down your cheeks and Padme pressed her sword into her hand, a silent understanding passing between you as the string you were desperately holding on to started to burn.

“They’re hurting him, Padme.”

She sent you a questioning look and you held up your hand, rolling the invisible thread between your fingers.

“You found your bond to him,” she smiled. “That means he can sense you, too. He’ll keep fighting for you, Ari.”

“And I’ll fight for him, too.”

“But not alone.”

The rumble of a low voice made you turn on your heel and you were met with a small company of men, helmed by Commander Wolffe and who you could only assume to be Commanders Cody and Rex. You searched among their faces, finding Thomas standing in their ranks. He must have ran into them on their way to the throne room, sharing a common goal.

They placed their helmets on their heads and Wolffe handed Padme an axe, everyone marching towards the throne room before you threw the doors open, sword pointed directly at Dooku as energy crackled around you, the edge of your blade glowing to match the kyber of your ring.

His guards snapped to attention and immediately began to descend onto your group as you advanced, snarling his name as you pushed towards him.

Dooku parried as you swung at him, stepping sideways while he sneered at you.

“Who do you think you are?”

You took another swing, narrowly missing his chest before he thrust back at you.

“Certainly not your wife.”

He growled and turned towards you, reversing the grip on his red edged sword as he spun, an attack you narrowly dodged. Kenobi’s men were steadily taking the guards, the room growing stale with the scent of spilled blood.

Dooku kept pushing and eventually had you pressed against the wall, disarming you before wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly against your flesh. You kicked out at him but his long arms kept him out of range, the predatory smile growing on his face.

“Hush now. When you wake, you’ll be back in Coruscant. That’s what you want isn’t it?”

“Not like this,” a deep voice responded for you, silver flashing through the air before a howl of pain filled your ears and air rushed into your lungs.

Wolffe slid his arm under yours, supporting your weight as Cody and Rex stripped Dooku of his kyber, binding his hand and wrapping his bleeding stump with his cape. They hauled him to stand and you spat in his face.

“Blood is spilled, consider the contract void,” you growled.

He bared his teeth at you.

“I still live.”

Cody jostled him a little harder than necessary, forcing him to stand instead of lean on the man for support.

“Count your seconds.”

Padme joined you and Wolffe to return his axe, blood spattered across her face.

“We need to hurry, but we can’t leave Aquilae unattended.”

“I’ll stay,” Wolffe volunteered, shutting down your noise of protest. “I’m sure Thomas and I can hold our own against whatever guards remain.”

You gave him a firm hug before making your way out of the room with Padme, Cody and Rex dragging a bitter Dooku along behind them. You turned to find Wolffe casually observing the great throne before sitting in it, flexing his hands against the dark wood.

“That suits you,” you called.

His laugh was light and for a moment, just a moment, you had hope that everything was going to turn out okay.

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