#Orson Fortune

[hunnam]

Jason Statham as Orson Fortune Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre

[pedroam-bang]

Operation Fortune: Ruse De Guerre (2023)

[vodka-eh]

Operation Fortune Lock/Homescreens

I made some Lockscreens! Enjoy <3

The Getaway Car

Danny.

The Lovebirds

JJ

and our fav shot-caller

i did my best to use high-quality images, but i had to extract most of them from the trailer since the VOD release won't be until may here in germany because of that (and because of all the movement in the trailer) sometimes the quality of the images is a bit underwhelming

software: adobe photoshop font: articulate CF bold (adobe fonts) & custom handwritten typeface

they are opimized for iPhone 13 (in terms of the ios UI) but work also fine on iPad

feel free 2 use, reblogs / likes are highly appreciated <3 thank youu

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Richard Burton had great talent. He's ruined his great gifts. He's become a joke with a celebrity wife. Now he just works for money, does the worst shit. And I wasn't rude. To quote Carl Laemmle, "I gave him an evasive answer. I told him, 'Go fuck yourself'."

- Orson Welles

Orson Welles on a lunch with Richard Burton. It’s hard to disagree with Welles’ astute judgement of the poor choices Burton made in his personal and professional life that led him to squander such acting talent. And Welles should know because he made the same bad choices.

[air-mechanical]

Just thinking of Krennic and Partagaz talking about Ronan and Dedra, their high achieving favourites who rose from nothing. Krennic makes a big show of how he can drink anyone under the table if he wants to. Partagaz lies that he only drinks on special occasions and will do his best to keep up. After the same amount of drinks, Krennic is nicely drunk and Partagaz is practically sober.

They both think they have the upper hand over the other. They both agree The Empire is best served by people from their kind of background, and that they have a duty to elevate others to at least their level.

He may have a rich aristocratic accent and a supremely self-confident bearing, but Partagaz is from the same lower levels that Krennic and Dedra and Ronan and a handful of other high ranking Imperials clawed their way up from.

[saltyfilmmajor]

Me watching any spy movie made after 2018: it's alright, but it's no Mission: Impossible - Fallout

[schlock-luster-video]

Inktober Day 10!

Drew a new portrait of everyone’s favorite reclusive cinematic oligarch, Citizen Kane for today’s “Fortune” prompt!

[danisha-tdh]

Man this guy looks good that I ended up drew him

Orson be interested about him since he's the owner of the Casino as new. So-

Oooooo scamson wøndergotten ref sheet lol love this zest fest

Info about him:

-he is heavily inspired by snakes

-his cane is a cane sword

-he is blind in his right eye

-the Hart clip on his scarf is a locket

-he has a kind of hypnotic ability hens the swirly eyes

-eye one scarf only opens when he's using his powers

-his scarf acts as a third arm

-he is bisexual

-he has a big ego

-if he doesn't have a weapon to fight with he will resort to bighting (this man can't do hand to hand combat)

-he a casino man and big gambling man (his game was apush your luck gambling game called casino king)

(wøndergotten by @danisha-tdh føol's escape by @lazymonth )

Lol almost forgot to put these here

OG design and concept

[evesfallen]

── ❆ METHOD ACTING

— pairing: sarah fidel x reader

— summary: As a film actress, your troubles have never landed you farther than the Hollywood sign. Yet, all that seems to change when you find yourself being blackmailed by a rather striking spy agent. In order to keep your secrets safe, you must take on the hardest role of your career; playing Sarah Fidel’s fake celebrity girlfriend.

— word count: 2,572

— a/n: requested! anon you have caused me to fixate on operation fortune LMAO

This was the last time you’d ever cover up for your cousin.

No matter how much you attempted to help the man, somehow he always managed to threaten the reputation of not only himself but your family as well. The latest scandal involved petty shoplifting, a crime he hadn’t needed to indulge in due to the amount of money you made in a year. He simply did it for fun. Never did he thank you for paying the store hush money to avoid leaks to the press. To your cousin, you were just A stuck up actress who followed in your parents footsteps. You never attempted to argue with him, after all he had always been irritated that your father hadn’t allowed him to intern alongside him. An argument would just prove pointless.

Yet, this time he had gone too far.

You hadn’t a clue how they did it. One minute you were on a flight to Madrid for your next murder mystery film, and the next your plane was hijacked by spies. The same spies who were threatening to blackmail you if you didn’t cooperate in their plan. The instructions were simple: play lovebirds with one of the spies at a charity event in order to distract the targeted individual. It would’ve been easy enough, had you been blissfully unaware of the fact that your life was on the line.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” you mumbled as your heels clicked against the wooden boardwalk.

Your gold dress complimented the color worn by your new “girlfriend” for the evening, Sarah Fidel, who you had learned was the computer analyst of the team. Part of you wondered if she had been the one to dig up the information about your cousin. Upon hearing your words, Sarah stopped within her tracks, before turning upon her heel to face you. Her coworker, Orson Fortune, quickly did the same.

“Oh sweetheart you’ll be fine,” Sarah insisted, taking a step towards you. “You just do what you’re good at, and we’ll take care of the rest.”

While the smoothness of Sarah’s voice sent a wave of ease over you, you couldn’t help but feel as if Orson and herself were trying to corner you. Taking a step backwards, you watched as Sarah’s eyes lit up in amusement.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not having to put on a show for a bunch of killers.” you huffed, gesturing towards the yacht.

“Come on, I’m sure you didn’t win all those big movie awards for nothing.” Sarah teased.

A small groan left your lips as Sarah took the opportunity to move beside you. Swiftly brushing against your hip, she looped her arm with yours. Her nails ran against your skin in small circular patterns, a motion meant to soothe your nerves. Swallowing harshly, you ignored the flutter within your stomach as you fixated on the touch.

“How do we know she won’t crack?” Orson asked, raising a brow as the three of you began to make your way towards the yacht.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his question. If he was even questioning your mental strength, why bother with the blackmail? There were plenty of other actresses in Hollywood fit for saving the world.

“Relax baby, she won’t.” Sarah insisted, and you couldn’t help but feel the slightest tug of disappointment within your chest at the pet name.

Was she with the other agent? You doubted it given the narrowed glance that painted Orson’s expression. Pushing the feeling aside, you took a deep breath as the yacht grew closer. It was just an act, you weren’t actually jealous were you? You barely knew the agent.

“Showtime.” Sarah hummed, pulling you closer against her side as the two of you stepped onto the luxury boat.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

There were a lot more people than you expected.

Laughter rang around you like a duet of melodic bells, causing your attention to occasionally drift over to the different clusters of attendees. You clung to a glass of champagne, the stem practically shaking under your anxious grasp. Bringing it up to your lips, the alcohol stung at tongue as you forced it down your throat.

“Well I’ll be damned, it’s not every day we’re in the presence of a star.”

The compliment came from Greg Simmonds, an incredibly wealthy arms broker that stood before you. The very one you had been tasked to distract. A forced polite smile tugged at the corner of your lips as Sarah gently squeezed your arm.

“That’s what you normally tell me when we’re in bed, right dear?” she teased, earning a round of laughter from the men around you.

Instinctively your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as your head snapped towards her direction. A playful smirk painted Sarah’s expression, and if you squinted you could practically see the amusement behind your eyes.

“Seems you got yourself a catch,” Greg commented, offering a wink before taking a sip of his own drink.

His old fashion somehow looked even less appetizing than your champagne.

“Isn’t she?” you replied, causing Sarah to scrunch her nose up at you.

A gesture that caused your expression to soften for a moment. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but with every second that passed, Sarah’s touch upon you felt more real than before. You bit the inside of your cheek, attempting to deter the thought away. You couldn’t think like that, you were on the job. She was just acting, just as you were. If you were even acting at all.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“So this acting style of yours, how does it work?” Greg asked, after about three rounds of drinks later.

You could’ve swore the yacht was rocking back and forth. Taking a deep breath, your cheeks remained a soft shade of scarlet as Sarah sat upon your lap. Your arms remained lazily wrapped around her waist in a natural manner. Almost as if the two of you had done this before. Her own arm was draped over your shoulder, tracing idle circles as you talked.

“Hm, method acting?” you asked, tilting your head. You resisted the urge to shiver as Sarah’s tracings grew close to your neck. “It’s simple really. You put yourself into the headspace of your character in order to understand them better. Some actors will go for weeks acting like the part in their daily life.”

Greg set down his glass, astonishment laced within the creases of his face. “Incredible. Did you do that for your recent movie?”

You giggled softly against Sarah at the question, your answer leaving your lips before you could even think.

“Well, I always do method for romance films. I’m in a romance movie every time I step into Micheala’s presence.”

Thankfully you had used Sarah’s pseudonym, despite your clear drunkness. Turning her attention towards you, a chuckle slipped from Sarah’s lips as she gently reached for your chin. Tilting it up with her free hand, she paused for a moment as if she were calculating her next move. You wondered if her brain operated similar to the computers that always occupied her fingers. She was so intelligent, so diligent, that you honestly were surprised when you had heard she had been new to the team. Her gaze flickered to your lips for a moment before pressing a gentle kiss against them. You smiled against her lips as you tasted the red wine that lingered upon them.

It was for the act, you reminded yourself.

It wasn’t real.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t say the same for the storm of butterflies threatening to erupt from your stomach.

As she pulled away from the kiss, her fingers still remained upon your chin for a moment. A faint pout formed upon your expression at the absence of her cherry wine lips, causing herself and the group around you to laugh.

“The power of a woman.” Greg joked, raising his glass in honor of Sarah.

Everyone else followed suit, their glasses mirroring the billionaires. Through a flustered state, your own glass is raised. Sarah grinned at the motion before dramatically bowing at the gesture.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night.” she joked.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“Sweetheart?”

Sarah’s words tugged you from your thoughts as you immediately shift your attention towards the brunette. Greg really needed to stop buying you drinks. He had introduced the two of you to another group of billionaires, though frankly you hadn’t been listening enough to catch their names. They simply appeared as two tech geniuses. Though, you figured if they had been put in a room with Sarah, she could easily outskill them.

“Hm?” you responded, slightly dazed.

Keeping her arm around your waist, she gently squeezed it as she stood beside you. Pulling you into an embrace, you melted as her lips brushed against your ear.

“We’re clear to head back.” she whispered quietly.

Your expression faltered at her words.

Going back meant going back to reality.

Going back to simply being co-workers at the very most.

“But we haven’t won the bid yet.” you protested, earning a confused smile from Sarah.

“What do you mean?”

“The painting you liked. The one with the couple picnicking in Italy. I haven’t won it yet.”

Sarah’s eyes softened for a second. Tracing small patterns against the back of your neck, she smiled.

“Oh honey, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” you insisted, before shifting your attention over to the auctioneer.

Setting your glass of champagne down, you waved him over. Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but before the words could leave her lips you quickly asked for the price of the painting.

“This one is half a million, madam.” the auctioneer explained.

Sarah’s eyes widened as you reached into your clutch. Swiftly, you grabbed your checkbook and began to write.

“I’ll take it.” you replied, slipping the check into the auctioneer’s hand.

Greg chuckled at the sight as he slapped his hand against your shoulder.

“Atta girl. I must say Michaela, I’m jealous. You must be a witch to have this one wrapped around your finger.”

Sarah innocently laughed as she waved her fingers dramatically.

“Watch out or you’ll be under my spell next.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

While Sarah had to practically drag you off of the yacht and away from Greg’s antics, the mission had been a success. Giggling softly, you stumbled against Sarah as she helped you onto the private jet’s leather sofa. JJ, another agent on the team, widened his eyes as he raised a brow at Sarah.

“How much did you let her drink?” he asked, baffled as Sarah shot him an annoyed glance.

“Greg kept buying rounds for her.” she insisted, as you held your arms out for her.

“He was so cool, you’re so cool,” you rambled drunkenly.

Sarah ran a hand through her hair before gently patting your thigh. “Mhm sweetheart.”

Peering back at JJ, she mouthed for him to grab you a glass of water. Quickly moving towards the back of the plane, he reached into the mini fridge before pulling out the nearest bottle of water. Tossing it to Sarah, she twisted the cap off before holding it up to your lips. You pouted against the rim.

“Drink.” she commanded, narrowing her gaze at you.

You shook your head in protest. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Sarah groaned quietly as JJ chuckled.

“Have fun with that.” JJ snickered.

“Thanks.” Sarah shot back sarcastically.

Turning her attention back to you, she thought for a moment before sitting upon your lap. Instinctively, you let out a soft gasp, giving Sarah enough room to tilt the water into your mouth. Your cheeks reddened as you wrapped your arms around Sarah’s waist. Pulling the bottle away, Sarah grinned in triumph as you rested your head against her shoulder.

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” she teased, rubbing gentle circles against your back.

You didn’t respond, but Sarah hadn’t expected you to. She could feel the steadiness of your heartbeat as you drifted off to sleep.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The next time you had fallen victim to Greg’s infinite round of drinks, you were in Turkey.

It was another job, one you had drunkenly agreed to on the Yacht. Frankly, you hadn’t even remembered agreeing to until Sarah had reminded you of the next morning. Her gaze towards you had shifted over the past couple of the days, her eyes holding a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

“So, how’d you get into character for this?” Sarah asked curiously.

She stood across from you in the lavish hot tub that sat within Greg’s estate. The sun had fallen now, leaving the two of you alone outside. Sarah wore a black bikini alongside the diamonds that adorned her neck. You couldn’t help but fixate on the way her hair barely grazed against the water. Realizing she had asked you a question, you quickly snapped out of your staring before taking a sip of your margarita.

“Hm?”

“Acting. Did you use method for all this too?” she asked, raising a brow at you as she mirrored your action with her tequila sunrise.

Laughing quietly, you set down your drink against the edge of the hot tub before shaking your head.

“I don’t need to use method for this.” you replied, earning a curious smirk from Sarah.

“Oh?” she asked, shifting against the water. “Why’s that, sweetheart?”

You shrugged as your attention shifted towards the sky. The stars seemed almost more vibrant in Turkey, though you never had time to study them in Hollywood. Back home it was always work and never anytime to actually take in the world around you.

“Method would mean that I would have to get into a headspace that I don’t have, or embrace feelings that I don’t already feel.” you explained.

The tequila was making your body feel warm. Something flickered within Sarah’s glance, something soft and warm.

“Oh? Are you telling me that you already have feelings for me, Miss Hollywood Star?” she teased.

Once again, the tequila spoke for you.

“Who wouldn’t? You’re incredible. The way you carry yourself from how smart you are, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who is as well versed as you are. You make everyone laugh, even when the room was silent before. Not to mention you’re stunning, and I just,” you rambled, cutting yourself off as you feel Sarah’s wide eyed gaze upon you.

Instantly you turn a cherry red.

“You just what?”

“I just really like you.”

A gentle smile tugged at Sarah’s lips as her own cheeks held a hint of pinkness to them. Pushing herself from the wall of the hot tub, she gently reached out for your hands to pull you into her. Rising to your feet, you stumbled slightly as your arms found their way to her shoulders. Studying you for a moment, Sarah gently tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear before letting her fingers linger upon your jaw.

“You’re cute when you’re drunk, you know that?” she whispered, grinning quietly.

“Does this mean you like me too?”

“Oh my god, you dork. Yes I really like you too.”

Laughing softly at your drunken question, Sarah gently pulled your face towards her before pressing her lips against your own under the starlight. Yet, out of all of the stars in the sky, the only one she truly cared about was right there in her arms.

[filmgifs]

Jason Statham as Orson Fortune in Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre (2023) dir. Guy Ritchie

[santoschristos]

“Each atom of the Holy Spirit is intelligent, and like all other matter has solidity, form, and size, and occupies space.” — Orson Pratt

“The descent into matter must be complete before the ascent to spirit can commence.” — Dion Fortune

Atomic Spiritual Power Img by --m.b

[hunnam]

Jason Statham as Orson Fortune Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre (2023)

[danisha-tdh]

So basically I was gonna answer this one, but I accidentally private answers to @kokoronbain

So here's my answer:

Okay, uhh chill gurl

That's a lot of questions u got there-

But I can answer that in possible way.

So first of all-

They all unfortunately not in the same universe (Except Goldy, Grosvenor and Gonzalo). According to my thoughts where I put them...

So yeah, Maddox was used to be in Wondergøtten, but it's unknown why he jump to another universe.

Second, relationships to each others

Goldy and Gronvor are known each other ever since they were young, especially Gonzalo. All of 'em equally acts like families to each other, but sometimes Goldy and Gronvor fights each other for a bet while Gonzalo tries to stop them and made a decision. They haven't seen each other after they grown up.

Between Goldy and Kazimer is likely similar to the past, but not sure if Kazimer by any chance to get into Goldy's universe since he's being forgotten by me (hehe..). But practically, he's just the same when seeing Paloma for the first time. Oh boy, better be careful right in front of Goldy himself.

Kazimer and Maddox doesn't met each other, not even a single interaction.

And lastly, I may not have a lot lore to say about it. But I can tell much what I have-

- Grosvenor's grandfather was used to be an orphan ever since he was born with no parents, only a coal flame when sun goes rise up. Soon he was adopted by humans that treat him with kindness. Which is possibly that his father come from his grandfather's genetic, but I'm gonna thinking about develop a strange species about Gronvor as his family genetics.

- Maddox was once a member of the House of Fortune. He was the first before the twins, having a deal with Orson. But in 10 years, the incident of the fallen Intemporelle Theatre happened. He was held captive to be meeting the Judgement. But one day, he escaped and steals one of the Great Sorcerer's inventions. He is nowhere to be seen..

- Goldy's parents are a famous dancer, but since they stopped as they wanted to retired. His triplets sisters, based on the lm3 universe, they are the magicians. But equally, they may or may not go to school because needing to their educations.

I do thinking that Maddox doesn't realize that Carmeni is in kirby universe. But uhh, someone better tell him before he gone coocoo crazy-

Well that's all I have for today. But I know you're curious more about them. But I'll tell ya if I had many ideas to think of.

So, hope you have a nice day!^^

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/18/2024) Episode: Back to Reality

Noemi and Luigi popped home just long enough to drop off their Batuu souvenirs and bags , then headed right back out to pick up Skye and Blossom.

“It was great to have some time just for us” Noemi said as they climbed the steps to Isra and Rhy’s place “but I’m ready to see my baby!” Luigi just smiled and nodded. He didn’t feel nearly as ready to dive back into “that parenthood life”, but he wasn’t about to disappoint her by saying so.

They waved at Isra and the kids through the door, but as soon as little Skye spotted his mom he took off like a tiny parent-seeking rocket.

Isra wasn’t able to catch him in time and the toddler smacked face first into the nearly invisible glass. Fortunately, maternal comfort was close at hand. “Shhh, you’re OK, mommy and daddy are here now, we missed you so much.” Noemi whispered as she wrapped him in a hug.

“momma back now” Skye echoed, his tears subsiding quickly under her loving ministrations as his little friend played happily beside him, quite used to his drama by now. Luigi was hanging back to let Noemi handle it when Isra stepped up next to him to have a quiet private word.

“Luigi” she began “I have to tell you; Skye was a little… aggressive while he was here. He was fine with the older kids, but we had some issues with the infants. First, he bit Orson when he tried to take a toy Skye was playing with. Then yesterday, during a playdate with Beau and Breanne on the beach, he hit Betty after she accidently messed up his sandcastle. We convinced Beau not to bother you, but he’s pretty mad. You should talk to him.”

Luigi didn’t know what to say, finally landing on “I’m sorry about that. I know Skye likes things just so and he’s not used to sharing.”

Gesturing towards the back patio where Noemi had settled with the tiny terror in question for a game of peek-a-boo he continued “He was obviously missing us too. I’m sure now that we’re back, he’ll calm down. Also, thanks for the heads up about Beau, I’ll call him soon.”

Isra followed Luigi outside to join the others. Wanting to make sure she knew he was taking the information she’d provided seriously Luigi wasted no time filling Noemi in: “Honey, Isra was telling me that Skye here wasn’t very nice to the little ones while we were gone.”

Noemi was appalled when she heard what had happened, immediately telling Skye: “We don’t treat other sims that way! We have to be nice to our friends or they won’t want to play with us. Now you say sorry to Ms. Isra, and then we’re going to go find Orson and say sorry to him too.”

“Sorry” Skye parroted, looking vaguely in Isra’s direction “Thank you” she replied “Everybody makes mistakes. I’m sure Orson will forgive you too.”

As Noemi led Skye inside to the nursery, where Isra indicated the twins had just woken up from a nap, Rhys appeared. “Welcome back man!” he greeted Luigi “Can you believe the hype around the video you posted of your wedding dance!?”

“What hype?” Luigi said, all ears. “Part of the Batuu experience is avoiding interaction with the outside world as much as possible.”

Rhys shook his head in disbelief “Oh wow, they really keep you isolated at that theme park. Well, come on upstairs – you’ve got to see this.”

Luigi could hardly believe the millions of views listed under his SimTube video. “People are talking about it, and you, everywhere” Rhys told him “I know the PR department at work is going to want to capitalize on this while it’s still viral. I’d say you’re a proper celebrity now – congratulations!”

Thanking Rhys for the good news Luigi hurried downstairs to find Blossom and leave. He was eager get home and take a serious look at his SimTube analytics dashboard. His older videos were sure to be seeing an uptick in viewership thanks to this, and he was dying to review everything.

Noemi wasn’t thrilled to be the other half of the dance video that was apparently sweeping the nation, but she tried her best to take it in stride. She knew Luigi loved the fans and the fame, and she loved him. It was why she’d agreed to let him film them after all.

Collecting Blossom from under their friend’s couch, they agreed to catch up again soon before heading down the beach towards home.

In game I actually moved Skye into Isra’s household to live “that NPC life” for a couple days while I took his parents on their honeymoon, and this is what I came back to 🤪🤭!

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[satinewars97]

The incident

The grand opera house on Coruscant shimmered under the glow of a thousand chandeliers. Mon Mothma sat in her family's private box, her face a composed mask of grace as the music swelled, though her thoughts were scattered. Leida, seated beside her, was engrossed in the dramatic performance below, while Perrin fidgeted in his chair, his attention flitting to the murmurs of the crowd.

Mon’s aide, a young man named Tavo, entered the box discreetly, his expression tense. He hesitated, glancing toward Perrin and Leida, before leaning down to whisper in Mon's ear.

"Senator, there’s been an incident in orbit. Director Krennic’s state is critical."

Mon froze, the world narrowing to those few words. She turned slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "What happened?"

"A shuttle accident, Senator. He’s been taken to the Imperial Medical Center."

Mon inhaled sharply, her calm demeanor faltering for a moment. She glanced at Leida, whose eyes were still fixed on the stage, then at Perrin, who was now watching her with faint annoyance.

"I have to go," she said softly, rising from her seat.

Perrin’s brow furrowed. "In the middle of the performance? This is hardly the time for Senate business, Mon."

"It’s not Senate business," she replied curtly, her tone brooking no argument. Turning to Leida, she placed a gentle hand on her daughter’s shoulder. "Stay with your father, darling. I’ll be back as soon as I can."

Leida nodded, though her curious eyes searched her mother’s face for answers.

Mon swept out of the box, her long cloak trailing behind her as Tavo led her through the opulent halls of the opera house. Once outside, a speeder was waiting, and she climbed in, her heart pounding.

The Imperial Medical Center was a stark contrast to the elegance of the opera house. Mon’s footsteps echoed in the sterile corridors as she followed a droid to the intensive care unit.

Krennic lay on a medical bed, surrounded by blinking monitors and a med team working with quiet efficiency. His face was pale, a deep gash running along his temple, and his breathing was shallow.

Mon approached cautiously, her chest tightening at the sight of him so vulnerable. Despite all his bravado and ambition, Krennic had always been a force of nature—unyielding, commanding, and infuriatingly confident. Seeing him like this was unsettling.

A doctor stepped forward, a human woman with a calm but serious expression. "Senator Mothma, I presume?"

Mon nodded. "How is he?"

"Director Krennic sustained severe injuries in the crash. We’ve stabilized him for now, but the next 24 hours are critical. He’s fortunate to have survived at all."

Mon swallowed hard, stepping closer to his bedside. She hesitated, then reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand. It was cold, lifeless.

"Orson," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "What have you done now?"

Her mind raced with questions. How had this happened? Was it truly an accident? The timing felt suspicious, but now wasn’t the moment for speculation. She squeezed his hand gently, her voice firmer this time.

"You have to pull through this," she said. "I’m not ready to lose you."

For a brief moment, she thought she saw his eyelids flutter, but the monitors remained steady.

Hours passed, and Mon remained by his side, her thoughts a storm of worry and guilt. Perrin’s disapproving voice lingered in her mind, but she brushed it aside. Krennic’s life hung in the balance, and she couldn’t bear the thought of him slipping away without her there.

As dawn broke, the medical droid returned with a report. "The Director’s condition has improved slightly. His vitals are stabilizing, but he’ll need extensive recovery."

Relief flooded through Mon, and she allowed herself a small, weary smile.

"Good," she said softly. "You’re too stubborn to go out like this, Orson."

She settled back in her chair, prepared to wait as long as it took.

Mon lingered by Orson’s bedside, her hand still resting lightly on his. As the doctor turned to leave, she stopped him with a quiet but firm question.

"Doctor," she began, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her, "why did they call me? Surely there are others—colleagues, subordinates, or…" She hesitated, unwilling to let the unspoken words linger too long.

The doctor paused, turning back to face her with a measured expression. "Director Krennic listed only one emergency contact in his file, Senator Mothma. That would be you."

The words hit her like a sudden gust of wind, leaving her momentarily breathless. "Just me?"

"Yes, ma’am," the doctor confirmed. "I assume you were notified because he trusted you to make decisions on his behalf if necessary."

Mon blinked, her gaze shifting back to Krennic’s unconscious form. Trust was not a word she often associated with Orson, their relationship built more on mutual respect and an unspoken understanding than anything resembling vulnerability. Yet here it was—his declaration, hidden in bureaucratic data.

"I see," she murmured, her fingers unconsciously tightening around his hand.

The doctor offered a polite nod. "If you need any further information or assistance, please don’t hesitate to ask. For now, he’ll need rest and monitoring."

"Thank you, Doctor," she replied, her tone softer now.

As the door closed behind the physician, Mon let out a long breath and leaned back in her chair. She studied Orson’s face, the sharp lines softened in unconsciousness, and a thought crept into her mind that she couldn’t quite banish.

"You trusted me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Of all people."

Her chest tightened again, but this time, it wasn’t fear—it was something far more complicated.

[empresskrennic]

♟️👑 Empress x Krennic Chapter 5

Imperial equipment can be so unpredictable. Especially when someone's not paying attention to the maintenance schedule...

🚫 18+, MINORS DNI

Chapter 5: Falling Suddenly 🔥🔥🔥🔥

EMPRESS POV

The maintenance report sat innocently in my datapad. Cargo Lift 2-A: scheduled for routine hover mechanism inspection. How fortunate that Director Krennic's quarters were on Level 2. And how convenient the lift had mistakenly been loaded with a sled full of heavy drive shielding.

I smiled at my reflection in the turbolift's polished walls, adjusting my uniform. After yesterday's... demonstration... on the bridge, I needed to regain control of this game.

The lift doors opened onto Level 2 just as Krennic rounded the corner. Perfect timing—as planned. His cream-white uniform was pristine as ever, but there were shadows under his eyes. Had he been up late working on the project?

What was he really doing with those hands?

"Your Majesty." He inclined his head, those ice-blue eyes watching me carefully. "This is an unexpected pleasure."

"Director." I gestured to the cargo lift. "Join me? I'm inspecting the lower levels."

His eyebrow ticked up slightly. "The cargo lift, Your Majesty?"

"Is there a problem, Director?"

"Not at all." His voice held that dangerous edge again. "After you."

The cargo lift was massive, designed for heavy equipment. And empty, just as I'd arranged. As the doors closed, I positioned myself carefully—close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body, but not quite touching.

The lift hummed to life. Three... two... one...

The hover mechanism failed with a grinding shriek, as planned. I let myself stumble backward, knowing he would catch me—

His hands caught my hips, yanking me against him. But instead of steadying me, they slid up, cupping my breasts through my uniform. I sucked in a surprised breath.

"Careful, Your Majesty," he murmured, his fingers brushing over my nipples. "These old cargo lifts can be... unpredictable."

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be in control, supposed to—

"Orson," I gasped under his touch, the name slipping out before I could stop it.

His hands stilled. "What was that, Your Majesty?"

I tried to focus, to use the Force to restart the lift, but his touch was scattering my thoughts like stars. "Director—"

"No." His voice was soft, dangerous. "Say it again."

"I don't take orders from—"

His teeth grazed my neck. "Say. It."

"Orson," I whispered, and felt him smile against my skin.

"Good girl."

The words sent a shock through me. I spun in his arms, ready to remind him exactly who he was dealing with. Suddenly, I found myself pinned against the wall, his hands grasping my hips like he owned them, his body pressing into me.

"You arranged this, didn't you?" His eyes burned like frostbite. "Thought you'd play another little game?"

I lifted my chin. "I don't know what you're—"

"Your move was obvious the moment I saw the maintenance schedule." His gloved hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my lower lip. "I am Imperial Weapons Director. An engineer. I read these things at breakfast for fun. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"

Stars, I was wet. And he knew it. I could feel his satisfaction, dark and hungry.

"What are you going to do about it?" I challenged, my gaze roaming over his lips.

Not my finest line, I admitted. Zero finesse.

He smiled, and it was all teeth. "Nothing, Your Majesty. That's your punishment." He stepped back, releasing me completely, and straightened his uniform. "After all, we wouldn't want to be unprofessional."

The lift hummed back to life. It must not have been as damaged as the report mentioned. As the doors opened, he bowed slightly.

"Good day, Your Majesty. Do try to be more careful with Imperial equipment in the future."

He strode out, leaving me trembling against the wall. Blast.

Before the doors closed, he turned. “Though I do love to see you amongst all that greasy hardware there, my Empress. Somehow, it suits you.”

I blew out a breath and glared at him. As he turned away, I caught the hint of a grin creasing his face.

Nobody had been here to see what just transpired, so I hadn’t lost face. Or points.

But he did. He had. The only one who mattered.

Orson Krennic, I thought, watching his fluttering, creamy cape disappear down the corridor between the closing doors. You cunning bastard.

For the first time since becoming Empress, I wasn't just on the back foot.

I was falling.

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