#dark kingdom general obi

[onedivinemisfit]

*moonlight densetsu playing here*

For my Free Space on my bingo board, some Sailor Moon!AU 🌙 and a screenshot redraw to boot! This was. Omigosh so fun. 90s aesthetics, can’t best em

AnS: Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

[jarenka]

finally I finished this pic. Maybe you remember it from the post I MADE IN FUCKING JUNE... a very old post.

And here is the scene in the fic I invented the whole opera plot for:

Anakin closed his eyes, lost in memories.

He and Obi-Wan took a day off to go to the Opera House of Senra together. Even with Anakin's driving habits, it took them four hours to get there. 

The theater building, as was customary in Karati, was located in the center of the park, and Anakin and Obi-Wan managed to take a little walk before the performance. Last time Anakin went to the opera with Palpatine more than twenty years ago.

 "Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis The Wise?"

 He thought these memories would haunt him now, but as soon as he and Obi-Wan entered the theater building, all bad thoughts flew out of his head. They climbed the wide stairs, found their seats in the parterre. Until the lights went out, Anakin observed the hall decorated with intricate wood carvings and beautiful lamps modeled after different local flowers. Anakin and Obi-Wan were wearing their regular civilian clothes but the majority of spectators chose traditional evening clothes of East Catari, embroidered silk tunics. 

“Do you remember the first time you tried to dissuade me from going to the opera?” Anakin asked Obi-Wan. 

He was still very young back then, not even a teenager. In the dining room Anakin overheard other Jedi discussing the latest premiere in Galaxies Opera House. At that time he did not even know what a "premiere" was, and he saw something remotely similar to the theater play only once, when his mother's friends arranged an amateur performance for the children on... some kind of holiday? Anakin no longer remembered. He liked it. Aunt Sey portrayed a farmer and sang funny songs. 

“You were eleven," Obi-Wan replied. “Not every adult can handle opera, and I thought you wouldn't understand.”

He really barely understood anything. It was a historical drama with political intrigue at the end of which the hero was killed by his old enemy, and even as an adult Anakin found this plot to be overcomplicated. But then he was struck by the singing, and the music, and the and the actors in stunning costumes, and the soft play of light and color on stage. He sat almost motionless until entr'acte, and moved only when the curtain fell. "Is it the end?" he asked Obi-Wan, disappointed. "No, there are three acts, but in the meantime we can rest a little." 

In the opera they were currently watching there were only two acts and it took two and a half hours total. When the lights went out, the orchestra played a short overture in the dim light of the bulbs in the orchestra pit, then the lights went out, the music subsided. The hall was plunged into complete silence and darkness. 

And then a voice rang out — an amazingly beautiful contralto. Bluish light flooded the stage, illuminating the scenery of the palace garden with palm trees and bushes strewn with flowers; the palace itself was visible in the distance, a squat building with round domes; two female figures with spears guarded the entrance to the terrace where Princess Akarias was waiting for her beloved. The voice of the actress, at first quiet, now filled the whole hall, she pressed her hands to her chest, tormented by terrible forebodings. Her lover, Saria, a general of the royal army, had to lead troops to war with a neighboring kingdom, and Akarias was afraid that she would die. 

Anakin froze in awe just like years ago in the Galaxies Opera House. He had no idea that theater still could invoke such strong feelings in him.

It became a little brighter on the stage: dawn was approaching, and Akarias was afraid that her beloved would not come to her. 

This production was much simpler than any that was done at the Coruscant. No holoprojectors or complicated machinery. To change the scenery, the lights were turned off between scenes, and at some point Anakin was even able to distinguish the silhouettes of workers in black clothes who were carrying the royal throne from the stage. 

The author of the opera took the plot from the ancient history of Palia, the home planet of the current inhabitants of Carati. After the long war, the king of Asteria and king of Kadasa decided to marry their children Princess Akarias and Prince Tarr in order to establish peace between the kingdoms, but instead of becoming a pledge of peace, on the wedding night, Princess Akarias killed her husband. In the opera, this murder, as expected, was committed out of passion: Akarias was in love with the general Saria, who died in the war at the hands of Prince Tarr, and she agreed to the marriage only to take her revenge.

The last scene took place in the Prince’s pavilion decorated for newly married couple. Sitting in front of the mirror without her upper dress, Akarias sang that she still loves Saria. She prayed to the gods for her and Saria to be together in the afterlife despite her marriage with Tarr. She begged the spirit of Saria for forgiveness, and assured her that she entered into this marriage with only one goal: to do to Tarr what he did to Saria. From the bodice of her dress she took out a knife that had been with her all the wedding ceremony. The metal shone brightly in the spotlight. 

Tarr was waiting for her sprawled in the bed with only his undershirt on. He dreamed that he would finally make love with his beautiful young wife. He propped himself up on his elbows when Akarias approached him, and froze when, instead of going to bed with him, she picked up the knife. Akarias killed him, and then, after offering another prayer to the gods, she killed herself.

Only when the lights came on did Anakin notice that he had grabbed Obi-Wan's arm. He hastily unclenched his fingers and looked at Obi-Wan's palm. He felt a bit dizzy with excitement. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked. After all this beautiful music and beautiful voices his own voice sounded a bit weird to him. 

Obi-Wan replied with a puzzled look. 

"You adjusted the prostheses, didn't you?..” 

Anakin didn't adjust anything. He hadn't held hands with anyone for so long that it hadn't even occurred to him. 

“Well... I forgot.”  

Obi-Wan's gaze softened. 

“It's all right. Apparently, the factory settings suited you.” 

The actors came out to bow, and Obi-Wan and Anakin applauded them along with the rest of the audience.

[tennessoui]

the to the point of distraction au is incredible and i have so many thoughts,,, is tatooine working on taking down any of the other hutt systems, and are maybe trying to like, seduce the jedi and the sith back to see who will help their anti-slavery quest??? is kitster like, making fun of anakin in the evenings while they watch their coruscanti day time holos together? is obi-wan gonna be the jealous one this time?

oooohoho good thoughts!! to address in order,

i think any new kingdom of tatooine is going to have to eventually take down the other hutt systems, but also they'll need to strengthen themselves first - which is probably why shmi is entertaining both the jedi and the sith right now for sure. if neither faction feels good to her, she'd be fine going alone, it'd just be quicker to allow one to help her.

kitster and anakin definitely get together at night and kitster drags anakin for filth over all the shit he's said or done with darth solence because it's genuinely hilarious. kitster's never really seen anakin like this with anyone. half the time he's mooning over solence and the other half he's trying to stab him with a knife. kitster was half afraid anakin would stab him with a knife during a banquet where darth solence had, apparently, remembered his mission and was showering kitster-who-is-pretending-to-be-prince-skywalker in attention and flirty asides

which brings me to the last point where honestly i think my understanding of anakin's character in general is that he's jealous. or greedy. or possessive, which is why it shows up in my works so much. i think he's irrationally jealous a lot which then sneaks into his narrative when i write things from his perspective. im sure people are sick and tired of this facet of my anakins, but honestly it's one of the things that, for me, make his character read as a version of anakin skywalker, despite the crazy situations i put him in. sorry!

at the same time i really don't see obi-wan kenobi's character having that same nugget of irrational jealousy or greed or possessiveness that i see anakin skywalker having and that's why a lot of my fics have elements of jealous anakin but not jealous obi-wan - jealous/possessive obi-wan is more au dependent than essential to the character for me

that all being said, for this au i do think obi-wan would be jealous or possessive - after all, he's Fallen! He's dark! he can allow his jealousy to run rampant! now...how many situations crop up where he can really be jealous or possessive? like it's not kitster the manservant that anyone's trying to seduce, it's the prince! obi-wan's kitster isn't in the line of fire, so to speak, so while i'm sure there are moments where obi-wan feels that sweet sweet green-eyed monster, the plotty identity shenanigans really thwart more openly jealous obi-wan here

[snowywinterevenings]

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❄️ Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing:

From a short upcoming fic titled “A Break in Protocol”

They debrief while still on the ground, his brothers bustling around them to get everything back to the ship. Cody stands at his Jedi’s side and watches him out of the corner of his eye, noticing the things that are likely imperceptible to others, the slight droop of his shoulders, the tightness of his jaw, the stiff way he is holding his left arm, and the weight he has shifted to his left leg. The dark red smeared through his beard will look like little more than shadows on the holo, but Cody can see the cut oozing blood under his disheveled hair, the evidence of it hastily wiped away before the call.

His brothers are reduced to numbers as their campaign is discussed by beings dressed in elaborate finery who are speaking from their plush offices half a galaxy away. They are not in any danger, and the closest most of them have ever gotten to a battlefield is an argument in the Senate. The admiralty is no better. Rather than talking of them like they’re expensive meat covered droids like the senators, they talk about them like they’re less than, less than their nat born officers, less than any citizen, less than what they want. Cody doesn’t understand how they can be the last when all they do is die in droves for a Republic that doesn’t give a damn about them.

It usually makes him angry, but after losing so many over the last two weeks, it just leaves him feeling cold and empty inside. He feels small, like a cadet back on Kamino who has just learned that decommissioning means he’ll never see his batch mate again. He sees the general’s tired blue eyes flick to him for a heartbeat, and he knows the Force has betrayed him. He’ll plead exhaustion and say he'll be fine after a good night’s rest. It’s the same lie Obi-Wan always tells him after ugly campaigns where it feels like the dead outnumber the living.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I wrote a few snippets of a fic about Prince Cody having to deal with many suitors invited to the palace all at once by his father, one of them being Obi-Wan who was a minor noble from a neighboring kingdom. Cody snuck out of one of the events in palace guard armor and ran into Obi-Wan who had ditched the gathering in favor of going to the library. Cody starts running into him as the palace guard because Obi-Wan has shown little interest in him as the prince, and they quickly fall for one another. In the end there’s an assassination attempt on Cody, and Obi-Wan stops it and is surprised when he wakes up to find the prince at his side rather than his knight.

Too much research required and too many other WIPs right now, but it is a fun idea!

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Conquered - (4)

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And the so the sun began to rise, the atmosphere dense with anxiety as people filled the stalls to witness the event. The masses so overwhelming as they piled to watch the great duel, one for the queen’s hand. My hand.

I had my hair up in a tight bun, the corset of my dress wound tight such that atleast then this stress from my body might leave or be contained. I was escorted to my box where the some of my advisors and generals chose to share.

Their murmurs silenced the moment my foot crossed the threshold. It had now spread, the rumors like wild fire, each one insinuating stories of their own, my life ultimately just an entertainment for their lives.

I sunk into my seat, just enough to balance on the edge. My eyes scanning the arena for any sign of him and his rose gold armour. The flags with my kingdom's emblem fluttered in the wind, and as the sun rose, hope unfurled in my chest. That this would all end, the charade and the proposal, that by the time day arrived, I would be free.

But the wind died, the flags fell flat and the silence took a hold of me. The nightbrothers had arrived and with them arrived cloudy skies and mist. Hope was now subdued to become fear.

So he was like all the reports I had read. He was a beast, whose face remained one that would haunt you in nightmares. In the fading sunlight my eyes caught the glint of armour, my knight’s armour and without a thought I stepped closer to the balcony, in the hopes he could see me and he was, his eyes focused on my profile before he looked ahead to his opponent.

The opponent was not one for coyness and yet today, there wasn’t a sound or a cheer, just an icy presence of anger, of even having to be here for this demonstration. I could see a lone figure, engulfed in a dark cloak, his face hidden from everyone.

He rose to take the first step and with it all the flames were snuffed, engulfing us into a state without light, except for Obi wan’s shining armour. But as I watched this figure make his way towards my knight, he paused, lifting his head ever so slightly to assess me. It was soon over, as two guards entered my stall. Their armour clad in black, their voice sounding mechanized as they spoke.

“He would like for you to be seated in his tent.”

I turned to them, meeting such individuals would have caused me to fear in the early days of my reign but now,

“You can tell your master, I will be seated where I like.”, politeness masked my tone but it’s meaning was quite potent.

“It wasn’t a request.”, they pressed on further but I stood my ground.

“And you thought my answer was?”, I clasped my hands behind my back,

“Leave.”, I command, but they continued to stand by the doorway.

As I leveled my shoulders, unyielding to their request, they finally retreated.

The tightness in my chest grew, this game had soon become unfamiliar. I was playing against someone who was highly out of my league. Too powerful. Too sinister.

I find my place again, this time sinking into the cushions with some vain hope that my knight will survive. The people held him in high esteem. I was worrying about nothing, this threat will soon be on its way, back to whatever hole they had crawled out from.

The trumpet blares and a hush falls over the attendees, the sound of my heart echoing in my ears as I held my hands together.

Hope.

Believe he will win, I begged my mind. But being a ruler came with the curse of always trying figure out the worst outcome. And the worst outcome for this event was quite simple, that my subconscious replayed it in my head just so it could keep me rooted in the present. To keep me guessing what was to happen.

The worst outcome.

My knight on his knees, his armour splatted with blood as he crumbles in the ground beyond my reach. That even by the time I could run to him, fate will only grant me enough time to see his eyes flutter to a close.

I willed my eyes to look at the field. I needed to have faith in him. He will come back to me, because he said so.

And I watch, as he retrieved his sword, it’s metal catching the light to give it a hint of blue. He stepped forward, his stance confident, his eyes however slipping to find mine for a second, as though I was his hope.

The herald spoke, his voice breaking the silence.

“Now begins the duel for the hand of the Queen of Estella.”, he announced.

But the quiet was long gone as I heard a mechanical whir and the sound of pieces slotting into place. The warlord had brought out his weapon, a double edged sword it’s metal glistening as though it was made out of obsidian. The fear gripped my heart again. I had only heard of him. His stories and his menacing scars, the manner in which he terrorized the towns under his domain, all in pursuit of vengeance, for what reason it remained to be unclear.

He had made himself known among the nobility out of nowhere. It was vaguely hinted he had been close with the emperor long ago but the pieces to that puzzle never aligned properly.

The blades clashed against each other, my knight looked graceful and nimble against his brash and intimidating stance, but it was only a matter of time before it almost began to look like a dance between day and night. Obiwan's glistening armour against the swirling cape of the warlord that fluttered like wisps of the dark sky.

Obi wan held his ground and my mind wandered to think if it could be true, if he would win this and sit by my side. My reverie was lost when I heard the warlord yell out in pain, a bloody slash across his torso.

“Kenobi”, his voice boomed.

This would slow him down I thought when it only proved to me how unpredictable this enemy was. His searing pain had somehow made him stronger. That his advance now was much swifter and his blows landed with immense impact that I could observe my knight struggle to keep his ground.

Back and forth, each trying to topple the other, people now tossing their ballots in favor of this warlord. Have they no faith! I grew angry.

I turned to witness this match reluctantly, I couldn’t watch it. I heard the sound of a rip and caught sight of Obi wan clenching his side, and as he pulled his glove away, it was stained red. The warlord did not stop, he pressed on but even in the state he was in Obi wan tripped the opponent to then knock away his blades.

Both men lay on their feet, breathing deeply, clutching to their sides but the fury still swirled. They seemed to know each other well, to read their strengths, weaknesses and tells. Obi wan had never mentioned this man before. But the warlord was on his feet, walking towards my fallen knight. He picked him up by his chest plate as though he weighed nothing. Holding him close for their eyes to meet, his mouth moving silently as it caused for fear to settle on Obi wan’s face.

He let go, making Obi wan stumble before they resumed their tired poses. They fought with their bare hands as the clouds thundered. A flash of lightning and the world was showered upon with raging rain making it hard to see the fight. The ground had begun to turn to goo as they grappled in the conditions not giving up.

But before I could yell for this stop, I watched the dark figure hit the ground and now only one stood in the middle. Bruised and triumphant. My knight. He caught my gaze and soon fell. The crowd had begun to move, the whole scene around me turning to chaos. This was just like what I had predicted.

He had won at what cost?

So I ran, the rain stinging my skin, my shoes sinking into the mud. I followed to where they were taking him, into the healers tent. He laid there on a bed as people worked at pulling away his armour but my presence in any room made the air feel tight as though the people in it held their breaths.

I only saw him, my eyebrows scrunched together in worry.

“It’s nothing.”, he eased me almost as if he could read my thoughts.

I asked the healer to continue and I sat there, holding onto his hand, watching the medic seal the wound easing my heart that he was truly out of danger.

The medic left and the tent was alone. He seemed more settled now and so I turned to him.

“You won.”, I said softly, my heart feeling free, a smile slowing forming on my face as the inplication of the statement caused me to dream for the first time in a while. The battle was won, no more pretenses and this warlord sent away.

"Barely.", he huffed.

“But the oucome doesn’t matter.”, he responded feebly and I felt the colour drain from my face.

“The emperor has set his sights on Estella. To conquer it.”, he continued and I could hear my spirit scream. His eyes found mine, to help me find my resolve, his kind smile knowing the burden this would toss on me.

“And you need his help.”, he said finally, his grip around my hand tighter. I couldn’t make sense of it, that my attempts to remain neutral in the higher courts had resulted in this.

“No.” I whispered, too tired to hold up my defenses.

“He’s waiting for you. He seems to be needing your help as desperately as you need his.”, I looked away, my skin beginning to crawl with the very thought that I would have to be a feet away from this ogre.

“This is bigger than all of us.”, his blue eyes calmed me, steadying me to think properly. He was telling the truth. This was a game too tricky to play alone.

“For you.”, I pressed a kiss to his knuckles and he gave me a satisfied nod as he fell into a sleep.

With that I left in search of this mad man who had somehow dragged the world’s problems to my peaceful kingdom.

His tent settlement was easy to find, the black flags fluttered ominously. The edges of my gown were drenched with mud, my hair still held back tight but the hairs around my face had damped causing it to stick to my forehead. I wasn’t pristine to look at and he didn’t deserve it. This will do.

I marched towards his quarters and before his guards could stop me I stormed in, pushing away the curtains.

“Where is he?”, I demanded.

The space featured an armchair that looked like a throne made out of wrought iron designed to intimidate. The floors had warm carpets and furs. Torches illuminating the area with fierce gold light helping me notice the lavish silk scattered over the furniture. For a warlord, he lived like a king. The rack to the side features weapons of many kinds. But he was nowhere to be found.

“Defiance suits you, my lady.”, I heard his rich voice from behind me and the goosebumps broke loose.

[avalkorn]

MOVIE & TV SHOW

1. Гром. Трудное детство / 2023

2. Мульти-пульти / 2023

3. Obi-Wan Kenobi / S1 / 2022

4. Treasure Planet / 2002

5. American Psycho / 2000

6. Incendies / 2010

7. Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre / 2023

8. The Fabelmans / 2022

9. Minions: The Rise of Gru / 2022

10. Andor / S1 / 2022

11. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story / 2016

12. The Office / S5 / 2009

13. Babylon / 2022

14. Нулевой пациент / S1 / 2022

15. The Pale Blue Eye / 2022

16. M3gan / 2023

17. Ms. Marvel / S1 / 2022

18. Titanic / 1997

19. Ant-Man and The Wasp: Quantumania / 2023

20. She-Hulk: Attorney at Law / S1 / 2022

21. Russian Doll / S1 / 2019

22. Escape from New York / 1981

23. Cocaine Bear / 2023

24. The Legend of Vox Machina / S1 / 2022

25. Top Gun: Maverick / 2022

26. Scream VI / 2023

27. All Quiet on the Western Front / 2022

28. Russian Doll / S2 / 2022

29. 65 / 2023

30. Shazam! Fury of the Gods / 2023

31. The Legend of Vox Machina / S2 / 2023

32. The Office / S6 / 2010

33. Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves / 2023

34. The Dark Knight / 2008

35. John Wick: Chapter 4 / 2023

36. Peaky Blinders / S4 / 2017

37. The Super Mario Bros. Movie / 2023

38. Renfield / 2023

39. Air / 2023

40. The Mandolorian / S3 / 2023

41. Dead Poets Society / 1989

42. To Catch a Killer / 2023

43. Guardian of the Galaxy. Volume 3 / 2023

44. The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent / 2023

45. Tetris / 2023

46. Morbius / 2022

47. Triple Frontier / 2019

48. Dead Man / 1995

49. Euphoria / S1 / 2019

50. Fast X / 2023

51. Ghosted / 2023

52. The Office / S7 / 2011

53. The Little Mermaid / 2023

54. Euphoria / S2 / 2022

55. The Covenant / 2022

56. Hypnotic / 2023

57. The Flash / 2023

58. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of Black Pearl / 2003

59. Locke / 2013

60. Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness / 2022

61. Blade Runner 2049 / 2017

62. Arrival / 2016

63. Красный состав / S1 / 2022

64. Barbie / 2023

65. Nimona / 2023

66. Moonrise Kingdom / 2012

67. Blue Beetle / 2023

68. Hercules / 1997

69. After Yang / 2022

70. Heart of Stone / 2023

71. Equilibrium / 2002

72. Under the Silver Lake / 2017

73. Hotel Artemis / 2018

74. Gunpowder Milkshake / 2021

75. Wild Target / 2009

76. Oppenheimer / 2023

77. Ночной дозор / 2004

78. Shrek / 2001

79. Sunshine / 2007

80. Дневной дозор / 2005

81. Interstellar / 2014

82. La Dolce Vita / 1960

83. Сергий против нечисти / S1 / 2021

84. Сергий против нечисти / S2 / 2023

85. Dumb Money / 2023

86. Molly’s Game / 2017

87. BlackBerry / 2023

88. Dracula / 1931

89. Decision to Leave / 2022

90. Logan Lucky / 2017

91. The Hummingbird Project / 2018

92. Papillon / 2017

93. Star Trek Into Darkness / 2013

94. The Hunger Games / 2012

95. The Killer / 2023

96. The Misfits / 2020

97. Napoleon / 2023

98. The Hunger Games: Catching Fire / 2013

99. The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 1 / 2014

100. Nandor Fodor and the Talking Mongoose / 2023

101. Слово пацана. Кровь на асфальте / S1 / 2023

BOOK

1. Dune / 1965

2. Supergods: Our World in The Age of the Superhero / 2011

3. Generation П / 1999

4. The Hobbit / 1937

5. The Theory of Everything / 2002

6. Elantris / 2005

7. The Nolan Variations: The Movies, Mysteries, and Marvels of Christopher Nolan / 2020

GAME

1. Baldurs Gate III / 2023

2. Cyberpunk 2077 / 2020

3. Spider-Man. Miles Morales / 2021

4. Hogwarts. Legacy / 2023

5. Diablo 4 / 2023

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Movies/shows

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#: the 100 - 15 streets - 1899 - 21 - 3:10 to yuma - 6 underground - 90210 - 911

a: after the rain - agents of shield - the alienist - all the light we cannot see - altered carbon - andor - ariza - around the world in 80 days - arrow - assassins creed - the a-team - avengers: age of ultron - avengers: infinity war - awake

b: bad turn worse - die bergretter - big fish - black death - black sails - the blacklist - blindspot - blood & treasure - body guard - bones- the boys - bravo two zero - broadchurch - buried in barstow - burn notice - the fall of sam axe

c: capatain america: civil war - caravaggio - the card counter - casanova - centurion - chambers - charmed - the clinic - the cloverfield paradox - the control room - coriolanus - the covenant - cowboy bebop - cowboys and aliens - criminal minds - crimson peak - csi:vegas

d: the da vinci code - da vinci's demons - daredevil - dark - the dark valley - dear john - deceiver - designated survivor - deutschland 83 - deutschland 86 - deutschland 89 - the diplomat - doctor strange - doctor strange in the multiverse of madness - doctor who - dominion - don't say a word - dragonheart 3: the sorcerer's curse

e: eden lake - enola holmes 2 - the expanse - extraction

f: the fall - fantastic beasts: the secrets of dumbledore - fatmagul - fbi - fire country - firefly - the following - foundation - freistatt - fringe

g: game of thrones - general hospital - gladiator - glitch - gotham - gran hotel - grosse pointe blank

h: halo - hanna - hannibal - harrow - hawaii five 0 - heaven's burning - die hebamme - hell on wheels - helstrom - hercules: the legendary journeys - hitman's wife's bodyguard - the hollow crown - horizon line - house of the dragon - how i became a superhero - hudson & rex

i: inside man - iron man - iron man 2 - iron man 3

j: jack irish - jessica jones - jesus cries - jurassic world: fallen kingdom

k: kholop/the serf -killerman - killjoys - kung fu

l: la brea - law & order - legacy - legion - lethal weapon 2 - the level - lie to me - a life less ordinary - loki - the lord of the rings: the fellowship of the ring - the lord of the rings: the return of the king - the lord of the rings: the rings of power - lucifer

m: m*a*s*h* - macgyver (2016) - the man in the high castle - mayans m. c. - the mentalist - merlin - les miserables - moon knight - a mother's instinct - mr. robot - ms. marvel - murdoch mysteries

n: ncis - ncis los angeles - the next three days - the night manager - no time to die - nypd blue

o: obi-wan kenobi - once upon a time - the order - outlander

p: patient zero - patrick melrose - the patriot - peacemaker - pennyworth - pirates of the caribbean: at world's end - pompeii - preacher -prodigal son - the professionals - proof of life - the proposition - the punisher

q: quantico - the quick and the dead

r: the raid: redemption - the recruit - the recruit (2003) - red lights - reign - remainder - reservoir dogs - the resident - rizzoli & isles - romeo + juliet - the rookie - room for rent - roswell new mexico - the ruins - rush

s: salvation - the sandman - savasci - second chance - seventh son - shadow and bone - sharpe's battle - sharpe's challenge - sharpe's eagle - sharpe's honour - sharpe's peril - sherlock - sherlock holmes - sherlock holmes: a game of shadows - the silencing - skymed - snake eyes - soko köln - spider-man 2 - spider-man: homecoming - spooks - stargate atlantis - stargate sg1 - star trek - star trek: discovery - star trek: the original series - star wars - star wars: episode vii - the force awakens - station 19 - stormy monday - stranger things - strike back - supernatural

t: tatort - teen wolf - terminator: the sarah connor chronicles - thor: the dark world - time after time - timeless - training day - trespass against us - the trial - triple frontier

u: the ultimate goal - underworld: rise of the lycans

v: the vampire diaries - virgin river

w: walker - war pigs - warehouse 13 - wedding season - wednesday - werewolf by night - white collar - the white tiger - the winchesters - the witcher - the world is not enough

x: xena: warrior princess - the x-files - x-men: apocalypse - x-men: dark phoenix - x-men: first class

y: young guns - young guns II - young wallander

z: zoo

[blue-scorpion-king]

Comparisons/influences/inspirations for Earl Zolubu in general

50 Animated/manga or comic characters + 27 live action/cartoon characters + 5 pulp fiction characters + 19 video game characters comparisons/influences/inspirations for Earl Zolubu in general: 1) Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop). 2) Giorno Giovanna (JoJo Part 5). 3) Leorio Paradinight (Hunter X Hunter). 4) Guts (Berserk). 6) Andromeda Shun (Saint Seiya/Knights Of The Zodiac). 7) Phoenix Ikki (Saint Seiya, and Shun's older brother). 8) Asura (Asura's Wrath). 9) Tanjiro Kamado (Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer). 10) Yusuke Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho). 11) Rimuru Tempest (Reincarnated as a Slime). 12) Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2). 13) Wolfgang Grimmer (Monster). 14) Alita/Gally (Battle Angel Alita/Gunnm). 15) Obi Wan/'Ben' Kenobi (Star Wars). 16) Jin Sakai (Ghost of Tsushima). 17) The Shadow (1930's New York-roooted noir agent of vengeance rooted in pulp fiction literature & an radio show). 18) Hiroshi Shiba & Kotetsu Jeeg [Since he technically makes up the head of the robot, as an cyborg] (Kotetsu Jeeg, an 1970's Super Robot anime). 19) Solomon Kane (Late 1920's English Puritan witch & heretic-hunting swashbuckler/demon & undead bounty hunter/agent of vengeance rooted in pulp fiction literature). 20) Caesar (The Apes trilogy; Rise -> Dawn -> War). 21) Ryo Utsugi/Mao Dante. 22) Akira Fudo/Devilman -> Violence Jack. 23) Raziel (Legacy of Kain series). 24) Doomguy/Doom Slayer (Doom game series). 25) Gohan (Dragon Ball). 26) Escanor, the Lion Sin of Pride (Seven Deadly Sins/But with humbleness, not pride or arrogance). 27) Josuke Higashikata (JoJo Part 4). 28) Johnathan Joestar (JoJo Part 1). 29) Trevor Belmont (Netflix Castlevania). 30) Solid Snake (NES Metal Gear 1 & 2/Metal Gear Solid 1, 2, & 4). 31) Onizuka Eikichi (Great Teacher Onizuka). 32) Kenshin Himura (Rurouni Kenshin; But not the pacifist part of Kenshin). 33) Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy VII). 34) Hank Hill (King of the Hill). 35) 'Sanjuro'/Man With No Name (Yojimbo & Sanjuro/Dollar Trilogy). 36) Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun). 37) Roronoa Zoro (One Piece). 38) Shigeo/'Mob' Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100). 39) Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen). 40) Byakuren Hijiri (Touhou). 41) Ainz Ooal Gown (Overlord). 42) Aragorn of Gondor (The Lord Of The Rings). 43) Bruce Wayne/Batman (DC). 44) Superman/Clark Kent/Kal El (DC). 45) Wonder Woman/Diana Price (DC). 46) Bruce Banner/The Incredible Hulk (Marvel). 47) Thor, Norse God of Thunder (Norse Myth/Marvel). 48) Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Marvel). 49) The Penitent One (Blasphemous). 50) Spear (Primal). 51) Madea. 52) Major Tanya Von Degurechaff (To a certain degree, with far less focus on an worrying about human resources outlook/But not being the villain). 53) Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader (Star Wars/But not becoming the villain). 54) Marianne von Edmund of the Golden Deer House of Garreg Mach (Fire Emblem: Three Houses). 55) Isaac (Netflix Castlevania). 57) Joshua Graham (Fallout: New Vegas). 58) Tatsuya Ukyo, 'The Mad Dragon of Kamurocho' (Kurohyou 1 & 2). 59) Takayuki Yagami (Judgment & Lost Judgment). 60) Django (The original Django films, not Django Unchained). 61) Dante Sparda (Devil May Cry). 62) Denji/Chainsaw Man. 63) Gon The Dinosaur. 64) Ryuko Matoi (Kill La Kill). 65) Satsuki Kiryuuin (Kill La Kill). 66) David Martinez (Cyberpunk: Edgerunners). 67) Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul). 68) Sora (Kingdom Hearts). 69) Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy Versus XIII/XV). 70) Silverbolt (Beast Wars Transformers). 71) Dinobot (Beast Wars Transformers). 72) Broly (Dragon Ball Super version). 73) Zorro. 74) John Wick. 75) Hutch Mansell (Nobody). 76) Robert Freeman/Grandad (The Boondocks). 77) Piccolo (Dragon Ball Z). 78) Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter). 79) Nico Robin (One Piece). 80) Max Payne. 81) Jackie Estacado/The Darkness. 82-90) The Showa era Ultramen, or the 9 Ultra Brothers. From Ultraman OG/Shodai to 80. 91) Kenshiro of Hokuto Shin Ken. 92) Rolf (Ed, Edd, N Eddy). 93) Ichiban Kasuga (Yakuza series). 94) Yuji Itadori (Jujutsu Kaisen). 95) Mash Burnedead (Mashle). 96) Conan The Barbarian. 97) Ray Shoesmith (Mr. Inbetween). 98) Tarzan Of The Apes (Not Disney). 99) Optimus Primal (Beast Wars Transformers). 100) Gandalf The Grey/White (The Lord Of The Rings). & 101) Vi (League of Legends/Arcane).

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That’s all I want to post in this. owo

~The Bat~

[binaryeclipse]

For the WIP game, "Blueshift Chapter 4", "A/B/O Dark Royalty AU", "Martial Arts Discipline Fic", and/or "Post Order 66 Obi-Wan and Anakin raising Padawans" please? I included more than one because many sound intriguing and in case someone else already asked for the others. That said, please do not feel pressured to answer them all!

Well, since you are the second person who asked about "A/B/O Dark Royalty AU" I suppose I should talk about that one.

I'm going to set it in a Fantasy setting where the Sith Empire is expanding across the continent and one of the last kingdoms to be conquered is Tatooine, a country protected by tall mountains, an ocean coastline and a vast dune sea that is difficult to traverse.

The story opens at the funeral of the queen, who was killed in battle. Prince Anakin is only nine-years-old and cannot inherit the throne until he presents as an omega, and only if he presents as an omega (the royal line is traced through the omega since it is the only way to guarantee they are of royal blood). In his grief, his dangerous magical abilities awaken and General Kenobi, a hero of the war, is the only person qualified to even begin to help train him to control it since magic is so rare.

It would be a long slow burn following Anakin growing up surrounded by people trying to protect and/or manipulate him. He has difficult friendships with the wards/hostage royalty of other kingdoms living in exile within Tatooine (Ahsoka and Padme, primarily). As the years pass his fate and the fate of his mother's kingdom are uncertain as his presentation takes longer than usual and he grows taller and broader.

And of course, there is his growing attraction to Obi-Wan Kenobi, who is only around for half the year when heavy snows in the Mountains block the only traversable path for an army to enter the Kingdom, leaving the defence in the hand of the Royal Navy and Admiral Windu.

Obi-Wan is an alpha with the same dangerous magical powers as Anakin, though they are of a different flavour. Born as a peasant in a different kingdom, he came to Tatooine as a refugee and rose through the ranks of the army and fiercely defends his new home. He gets dragged into the politics of the Kingdom when he finds he's the only one who can help the young prince control his powers. Many people idolize him but there are also those who question his motives as a foreigner and he will need to learn to navigate court for half the year quickly if he's going to survive.

Also, he needs to learn to survive Anakin, who is extremely powerful, reckless and clearly has a massive crush on him that everyone demands must be dissuaded.

And that's just the first third of the story. This story has a twist reveal halfway through and it will be full of political intrigue and I am not even going to begin to start this until all my current WIP are complete. But I really really want to write this.

[siren-dragon]

Cultural Studies -- The Cat Returns fanfic

Hello again, guess who wrote another one-shot! Anyway, this prompt came to me (along with several others, lol) so I decided to write something for it. Also, big thanks to everyone who enjoyed my first story. Also, Haru’s outfit is based on the yukata from the Love Nikki game and I may draw something for this story at a later date. Anyway, please enjoy!

AO3 story link    Tagging: @mysticsoulgirl

Prompt: Summer Fireworks Festival

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Though the Sanctuary, and by extension the Cat Bureau itself, experienced many a visitor wishing for assistance with one thing or another- it wasn’t exactly a stationary place. True, anyone could follow Muta from the Crossroads and through the twists and turns of Japan’s alleys to locate the entryway arch, but that wasn’t truly the Bureau’s physical location. Anyone who was in need could find the Sanctuary entrance, all they had to do was merely look for it. So, while Baron was not unaccustomed to a variety of clients (even if the quantity seemed to have diminish over the years), it was always a study in new cultures when a guest appeared. Even when the cat figurine made a point to be open and courteous to a visitor, there were often a few things he gained new knowledge of.

“A fireworks festival? I’m afraid I’ve not heard of such a thing before.” He spoke, handing Haru a now size-appropriate cup thanks to the Bureau’s magic.

The dark brunette offered a small word of thanks and a bright smile before continuing. “Really? Oh, they’re great fun. Originally it was started as a festival for the dead; to mourn the lost one while celebrating life. But nowadays it’s just a fun activity to watch while eating festival food with friends.”

“Did I hear someone mention food?” Muta spoke, closing the front door behind him. “Hey Chicky, you bring any snacks with you today?”

From the upstairs balcony came a snort of displeasure. “You ever think of anything aside from your stomach,” Toto drawled, rolling his eyes at the cat’s one-track mind.

“What was that birdbrain?!”

“Oh, come on, think of a new insult piggy-cat!”

Before the fight could escalate anymore Haru, now a more convenient size for Baron’s home, rose from her seat on the sofa and lifted a bag where the scent of sugar and fresh fruit wafted throughout the room. “If you two are going to fight, then Baron and I will eat this by ourselves- including the mulberries I got special for you Toto.”

Both cat and crow immediately silenced themselves before tossing a glare at the other, “You got lucky, big chicken.”

“Sure thing, marshmallow.”

Baron sighed, taking out the necessary cutlery before Muta decided to forego the use of utensils. “Muta, have you experienced such festivals in the Human Realm?”

“What festivals?”

“The fireworks festival coming up this weekend,” Haru clarified as she handed Toto the collection of mulberries she brought.

It was here that the ex-con feline grinned, “oh yeah. Gotta love summer festivals in Japan with all their fried food and sweets. Best time to be a cat.”

Toto snickered, “why am I not surprised; you only think from your stomach.”

“Shut up!”

“There’s also games where you can win prizes and some shops as well. And at the end there is large fireworks show everyone watches to celebrate the summer season.” It was here that Haru’s excited smile seemed to dim slightly, “I was going to go with Hiromi, but she has a family reunion to attend. And my Mom will be out of town during that weekend- so I’ll just be watching it from my house.”

As a figurine being made out of wood, anything associated with fire was typically something Baron tried to actively avoid. And while he would deny it fervently later onto a rather smug looking Muta and Toto, the slightly disheartened expression on Haru’s face sent a rather unpleasant sensation through his chest sent nearly all thoughts of self-preservation out the window. It reminded him of their previous adventure in the Cat Kingdom; with her clad in a fine, pale-yellow gown and wearing a look of absolute despair despite it having been her so called “wedding day”. And so, it was not 2 seconds later that he found the words tumbling from his lips without any kind of second thought.

“Perhaps we can accompany you to this festival instead, Haru.”

That certainly caused the brunette to stare at him in surprise, yet a spark of joy danced within her caramel eyes. “Really? You guys would want to go with me?”

“Hey, if there’s food then you can count me in.” Muta shrugged, finishing his slice of chiffon cake.

Toto nodded, “I’m sure it’d be a great experience; what with the lack of clients to the Bureau.”

Haru beamed brightly with sheer delight, “Thank you everyone, I’m sure you all will love it!”

When Haru had finally left for the day, a definite spring in her step, Muta couldn’t help but turn a sly grin to his fellow feline. “Well, that was rather generous of you to volunteer us for something you didn’t even know about till 30 minutes ago.”

“I’m not sure what you are inquiring Muta. It was quite clear that Miss Haru was looking forward to this festival and it would be unbecoming of a gentleman to allow her to merely remain home alone and miss the event entirely.”

Toto nodded, “I have to say, I agree with Baron on this one. But I don’t think it was that difficult to persuade you after that melancholic expression crossed her face.”

Baron gave a displeased frown to his colleague’s rambunctious laughter, which did nothing to hide the slight tint of pink beneath his cream-colored fur. Honestly, since when was chivalrous behavior become a source of mockery? And yet… the sight of Haru’s joyful smile was more than worth it.

“So, are you going to wear a yukata?”

“A what?”

That answer only made the hefty white cat laugh louder.

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“Muta… are you quite sure that this garment is placed on correctly.”

“If the picture is anything to go by, then yeah. Besides; you can’t wear a suit with tails to a summer festival- you’ll stick out too much.” The large cat answered, glancing down at the newspaper advertisement in his hands before looking back to his much shorter friend. “Hmm, I think that’s right.”

“You idiot, tie for the sash is supposed to be in the back.” Toto commented, taking the advertisement with his beak to compare the image to Baron’s new attire. “See, there isn’t a giant bow in the front.”

“Okay first, it’s called an obi and second, stop butting in birdbrain!”

“I wouldn’t have to if you knew what you were doing, fluff-ball!”

Baron was going to attempt to silence their bickering before the sash about his waist loosened slightly causing the robe to flutter open and expose part of his chest and collarbone before the ginger feline took hold of the garment’s sides and quickly held them closed. He briefly wondered if it would perhaps be better to merely wear his typical suit before a knock sounded on the door- halting Muta and Toto’s argument. The crow quickly flew toward the door and swiftly opened the door to reveal Haru. She too was clad in a traditional yukata of navy blue with ivory and cream-colored stars swirling around a crescent moon at the hem of the dress before continuing upward. The sash wrapped around her waist took on a pale blue color while the right sleeve of her dress shifted colors; with the stars now dark and the fabric white shade. Though her hair was cut short, it was still pinned back by a blue, yellow, and orange silk flower with the latter two colors matching the shade of his own fur. To be perfectly honest, she looked quite breath-taking.

“Baron are you wearing a yukata?” She grinned, noticing his change of attire immediately which only made the statuette cling to the folds of the loosened robe all the more tightly. “I didn’t even know you had one!”

“Well, Muta saw fit to inform me this is the traditional attire for a summer festival so it is a recent addition to my wardrobe. However, I seem to be having a bit of trouble actually dressing.” He answered, unable to prevent the sigh from leaving his lips at his current dishevelment.

Haru giggled, placing her small bag on the sofa before approaching him. “Don’t worry, it’s always challenging for a first-timer. Here, you just need a little bit of adjusting…”

Despite his attempt to remain calm at the innocent offer, Baron couldn’t help the heat rushing to his face as Haru approached and began shifting the obi about his waist he had attempted to tie on earlier. He still kept his hand clenched about the folds of the yukata as Haru expertly straightened the robe, to which he gave her a very grateful smile. Soon he was now properly clothed, even wearing the haori properly before Haru stepped back to admire her handy work (though Baron felt a slight twinge of disappointment at her shift away from him). “There we go, a perfect fit.”

“Thank you, Haru. And may I say, you look lovely as well.”

She beamed at his reply as she moved to retrieve her bag. “Thanks Baron. But if you wanted to wear a yukata, I could have helped you find one.”

Muta shook his head, “that would have ruined the surprise Chicky. Plus, nothing was more amusing than watching Baron try to put it on.”

“As always, your assistance is greatly appreciated Muta.” Baron replied dryly, remembering the past hour where both his friends tried to guide him in how to wear the clothes.

As they walked through the archway of the Sanctuary, Muta walked ahead of them now on all fours while Toto took to the skies. However, as soon as Baron exited alongside Haru, he grew till he was once more a head taller than the dark-haired young woman instead of a foot-tall figurine. But the fact that his feline appearance remained gave Haru pause- knowing most would not really take the appearance of a half-cat man kindly (even if people believed it to be a ridiculously realistic mask). But it seemed her thoughts were rather evident on her face, because Baron was quick to assuage her fears. “Do not worry Haru, there is a spell in place masking my real appearance. You are the only one who can see the truth.”

“I didn’t know you can use such spells, Baron.” She asked curiously.

He nodded, offering his arm to her which she gladly accepted. “Yes, though I am afraid they are only temporary. But I thought this would make our evening engagement far more enjoyable without any disturbances from bewildered onlookers.”

“It’s no trouble at all, actually I think it’s a good idea. It does make me curious as to how your disguise looks.”

Baron paused and gestured to the glass window of a shop they were walking past, “see for yourself.”

Turning to the window, Haru looked at Baron’s reflection nearly jumped in alarm upon not seeing the familiar feline characteristics she had come to cherish. Instead, the face of a young man who looked a few years older than herself gazed back at her from the reflection. His hair was a light tawny blonde the same shade as Baron’s fur, perfectly coiffed to suit the Creation’s usual debonair attire. Where once fur and whiskers existed was now fair skin and a rather amused smile taking in her slightly bewildered expression. Yet despite the disguise, Haru took comfort in the fact that Baron’s eyes were still the same shade of mint-green.

“That is rather impressive, if a bit shocking at first.” She laughed a little nervously.

Baron frowned, “does it bother you too much?”

“No, it’s not that,” she answered with a shake of her head before beaming up at him. “I just prefer you the way you are, that’s all.”

It was the second time in the past few days that Baron found his words failing him once again at her kind, yet honest words.

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Perhaps the first thing that caught Baron’s attention were the vibrant banners illuminated by dozens of lights and lanterns. The street was lined with colorful booths, each hosting a different attraction as friends and families traveled back and forth to every single one. It was a rather jarring change from the peace and quiet of the Cat Bureau, but as he glanced down at the excited grin on Haru’s face as she enthusiastically explained each booth’s function, Baron couldn’t help the pleased smile drifting across his face. “So then, what would you recommend we do first?”

“Food, I’m starving!” Muta cried from about their legs before he bolted down the street, causing several people to laugh at the rather large cat obviously following the scent of frying food. “Takoyaki, here I come!”

Haru laughed, “well, food always is a good choice. Though we’d best pace ourselves, festival food is great, but not exactly healthy.”

“Then I shall follow your lead, Haru.” Baron added, glancing around briefly with a bit of confusion drifting across his face, “I must admit, I thought a fireworks festival would have more of that particular attraction.”

“That happens at the end of the night, mainly because it’ll be darker and it’ll give us a chance to see most of the booths before we have to find seats to watch the fireworks. But we’d best find Muta before he manages to pilfer too many snacks.”

Baron chuckled, “I think it’s more of his charming attitude that wins him such favors.”

Haru couldn’t help but laugh at that, and judging from the faint cawing above their heads, Toto heard it as well. “Well, we’d best hurry before that charm gets a bit carried away.”

The couple soon found their way further into the festival and managed to find Muta, who looked rather smug at having charmed a piece of taiyaki from a group of teenage girls. True to her word, Haru managed to procure a few treats for them all to try, ranging from takoyaki to kakigori to some onigiri before they walked to where Toto waited upon a nearby but isolated tree. Muta had nearly claimed all of the takoyaki while Toto took a liking to the plain onigiri and the roasted chestnuts Baron was eating. Though Baron was not overly found of the deep-fried food, he couldn’t deny that the kakigori Haru offered was quite delicious.

As the sun soon sank below the horizon and the sky turned dark with the coming night, many people started moving away from the bright lights of the festival stalls to await the oncoming fireworks display. “We don’t really want to be too close to all the larger crowds, so we’ll stay on the outskirts instead.” Haru informed them, taking a seat beside the grass. “And I wanted to thank you guys again, for coming with me.”

“Nonsense Haru, this was most enjoyable and we were happy to accompany you.”

“Even though you had to forgo your suit?” She replied with a teasing grin.

Baron gave a slightly sheepish look, “I will admit that dressing did pose quite the challenge, but well worth the effort.”

“Even still, thank you for being such a good sport about it. And I’m glad you had a good time.” Haru chimed happily, turning to look at the ever-growing groups awaiting the final event of the festival. “Hopefully we’ll be able to see everything with so many people…”

“Well, we merely need a seat with a view; and I believe I may have a solution.”

“What do you mean by that?”

The ginger gentle-cat only offered her a hand with a secret smile, “Just trust me.”

At the familiar words, Haru rested her hand upon his and watched as the world around them seemed to stretch upward as her height plummeted to its usual size whenever she visited the Bureau. Toto then landed beside them, offering a place upon his back with Baron holding on tightly the Stone Creations black feathers and Haru wrapping her arms about his waist. Once they were situated on the now gigantic crow, Toto rose high into the air (though not before snatching Muta in his claws much to the large cat’s displeasure while muttering something that sounded like “always a showoff.”) before gliding through the evening sky.

They were only flying for a few minutes before a high-pitched whistle sounded only to be followed by a large explosion of white and gold lights as the fireworks show began. Haru watched in silent amazement as they soared the atmosphere as each of the colorful illuminations danced around them like falling stars. She a joyful laugh at sheer sight of the fireworks show from a literal bird’s eye perspective, “alright, now this is a view.”

“I must agree,” Baron added, though it was hard to hear over the sound of the fireworks.

Moving her head forward, Haru placed a gentle kiss upon Baron’s fur-covered cheek before leaning to rest her cheek against his back. “Just for the record, this is the best fireworks festival I’ve ever been to.”

And for the third time in Haru’s presence, Baron found himself at a loss for words as a pleasing warmth started to overcome his face. Yet as he turned to watch the brilliant lights display with the young woman beside him, he had to admit that it certainly was an enjoyable evening.

[jasontoddiefor]

Title: would you be so kind Ship: obikin Second: Ten years ago, Obi-Wan Kenobi met Anakin Skywalker, a charming young mage from Naboo, but as fate willed, they could not be together. A decade and thousands dead later, Alderaan’s High Court Sorcerer meets a Forger and his excited apprentice. AN: I forgot to post this on tumblr apparently, but here’s the first chapter of my second long WIP I am working on!

Then

The ship was crammed, filled to the brim with people clinging to one another, staring either at the home they’d lost or the home they hoped to be sailing to. Hundreds of ships had left Dromund Kaas already, carrying refugees across the ocean to safer harbors. The tension was high and sharp enough to cut as they sailed away from the doomed country and only relaxed when the pressure of the country’s shields finally left their shoulders.

“An awful sight, isn’t it?”

Anakin startled, instinctually pulled his coat around himself. Were he in a better shape, he would have lashed out immediately, winds, bindings, blood—

But the power flowing through his veins was too constricted, caged like a wild beast. Instead, Anakin just turned to look at the person who’d addressed him. An old woman with snow-white markings and long lekku stared at the dying country just as he had moments before, grief and resignation painting a sorrowful picture. “I never thought I’d leave this place. Did you?”

Wordlessly, Anakin shook his head. No, he certainly hadn’t thought he’d ever leave this place again. He’d been ready to be buried under the ashes of marble altars, not see this new dawn.

“I was born here, married too. All my children were born within the boundaries of this country and perhaps that is the reason they all left,” the woman continued. “I am glad that they weren’t here. If I think about what could have happened to them were they anywhere near the capital… I apologize; I hope you don’t mind my rambling. You looked like you needed company. Are you traveling to Naboo?”

He opened his mouth to reply, to give an affirmation, but stopped. He hadn’t quite thought where he’d go, except as far away from this place as he could. Naboo was certainly an option; Padmé would be glad to see him, he was sure. She’d take him in without asking a single question and defend him against the storms that were sure to come.

But Padmé was his friend and Anakin couldn’t allow her to shoulder his burden.

“No,” Anakin heard himself saying. “I’m not traveling to Naboo.”

“They are quite defenseless right now, yes, you are right. The fact that it’s the first stop of this ship is tempting enough for most to disregard what troubles might find them there.” The woman nodded in understanding. “I’ll be going to Alderaan myself. My eldest lives there, and in a country as strong as that, a tragedy like this can’t strike.”

She turned to look at the remains of Dromund Kaas again. The coastline used to be covered by beautiful large trees; his Master used to tell him how vital they were for its defense.

Now there was nothing but ash and darkness. Even here on the outskirts, where it had taken the longest for the remains of the catastrophe to reach, nobody was safe from it. Dromund Kaas had been in a pitiful state after the last war, which had made it an easy place to hideaway in. Alderaan might be stronger, the blooming center of magical education, but Anakin doubted they’d be able to defend against an attack like this. Nothing could save them from an attack such as this.

But Alderaan’s distance to this cesspit of disease was enough to provide a different kind of security.

Thousands of refugees would search for safety there, and Queen Breha was as cunning as she was kind. No one would be turned away and Anakin could slip in just right with them.

“I’m going to Alderaan as well,” Anakin replied.

The woman looked him over, then she beamed as if she were a young child and not already among the older members of her species.

Her smile was the first Anakin had seen in weeks. “Looks like we’ll be traveling companions then! You must tell me your name, young friend. I’m Raya Tano.”

She held out her hand and Anakin awkwardly shook it with his own left.

“My name is—”

Now

“Anakin Skywalker! Your automaton is ruining my kitchen!”

Sighing, Anakin let the spell sink back into the metal and settle into it. So much for working on his commissions today. A quick glance around the workshop told him that it was not one of his automatons running wild. Artoo was currently charging up and Threepio was keeping himself busy cleaning up. All the other small automatons Anakin crafted when he was bored were either asleep and charging or hurrying around the workshop, washing up the floors and putting away the tools Anakin had been using.

Anakin tugged off his gloves and threw them to a tiny and eager little automaton before picking up his softer everyday gloves. The leather was still quite resistant and had more runes stitched into it than most people dared to weave into one cloth, but they were nowhere near as excellently crafted as his work gloves. The dragonhide gloves were worth a fortune and so they never left his workshop unless Anakin had to. Anakin watched the little automaton put the gloves in their usual compartment until he could hear the click reassuring that the lock was in place. At first, that had only been a measure against thieves as he hadn’t had much to his name, but by now, it was a habit.

And it discouraged Ahsoka from stealing them for her own projects.

Anakin walked out of his workshop and crossed the courtyard to the small cottage he called his home, finding a kitchen in disarray, Raya standing on a chair with a small red automaton attempting to clean the floors.

“Look what a mess it’s making!” Raya said accusingly. “Instead of polishing my floors, it’s dirtying them!”

“I can see that,” Anakin hummed. He waited until the small automaton had reached his feet, then he bent down and pressed his hand flat on its small back, stopping it. Ahsoka’s handiwork was getting better; this little guy had kept moving for a while despite her absence. Anakin had no idea what the formal apprenticeship for forgers entailed, when they ought to hit what milestone, but he was willing to bet that Ahsoka was years ahead of her peers. Her spells were strong, her rune work fantastic, and very few actual weaknesses were left to explore in her automatons.

But Anakin was still a Master and Ahsoka only an Apprentice. Her work was not yet good enough to keep out foreign interference. Without much thought, he deactivated the automaton completely.

“This was your granddaughter’s handiwork,” Anakin commented. “She’s improving in leaps and bounds.”

Raya huffed and stepped from her chair. “I’m glad to hear that, but weren’t you meant to teach her control?”

“I am,” Anakin said, the argument an old and fond one. They returned to it frequently, mostly to annoy the young Apprentice. “And were she still as much of a mess as three years ago, she hardly would be able to craft such a fine automaton. Can’t do anything about her manners.”

Especially since she’d become a teenager. Anakin didn’t remember being as much of a pain as Ahsoka could be.

“And here I was thinking Masters were supposed to teach their Apprentices a medium of decorum.”

Anakin snorted. “Yeah, well, that’s what she has you for, doesn’t she?”

Raya’s expression softened. “That she does.”

Anakin sometimes wondered how Raya managed to stay so kind and calm when the world had taken so much from her. Her husband, country, her children— and yet she still stood straight, caring for the fellow traveler she’d never allowed to leave and the granddaughter that had been dumped on her with just a warning for Ahsoka’s generally explosive tendencies.

“Where is Ahsoka anyway?” Anakin asked, looking around the kitchen as if she would jump out in the open any moment. “I sent her on an errand earlier this morning, but she hasn’t returned yet.”

Unfortunately, Raya couldn’t tell him either. “I have no idea where that girl is running around—”

“Anakin!”

Speak of the dark and it shall appear. The door was thrown open and Ahsoka rushed inside, tracking even more dirt all over the floor, causing Raya to throw up her arms in defeat in a way Anakin knew meant Ahsoka would be left with all her favorite chores for the next week.

“Welcome back, Ahsoka,” Anakin said. “You’re late.”

“Yes, yes,” Ahsoka replied and rolled her eyes, obviously disinterested in what he had to say. “I got all you asked for and ordered the new metals, but look at this!”

Ahsoka raised her hand, revealing a ripped-off poster. It was tasteful in design, fine cursive writing on light blues, gold ornaments in the corners and, of course, the royal crest right in the middle of it.

Her Majesty the Queen of the Kingdom of Alderaan, Breha Organa, invites all Alderaani Practitioners of the Mythic Arts to attend the festivities in the capital of Aldera—

“Absolutely not,” Anakin said before he could even read the rest of the text. “We’re not going to Aldera to some festival.”

“Why not?” Ahsoka shot back. “It’s no summit, but it would at least be something.”

Her bitterness did not go unnoticed. Ahsoka had begged for months to attend this year’s summit. Every five, all magic practitioners gathered on Tython to exchange notes on their craft and pretend they were not also discussing the politics of their respective countries, forging alliances and the like. Anakin hadn’t been to the last summit, it having been just after Dromund Kaas, and the one before were tainted by the memories that followed, no matter how sweet the time had been. Ahsoka, of course, had begged to attend this year’s one, but it would only be foolish and reckless. He couldn’t just walk into the biggest gathering of mages in the whole continent and expect to get out of it without anyone realizing who he was, asking questions, concluding what he’d done.

Anakin had too much to hide, too much to lose, and he wasn’t going to risk his little Apprentice for it.

Not that Ahsoka knew any of that and wasn’t in the least satisfied with Anakin’s reply and immediately made her displeasure known.

“What would you even want to see there?” Anakin asked, trying to downplay how entertaining such an event was. “It’ll just be all the posh court sorcerers showing off with their fancy focusing crystals. It’s utterly boring and uncreative.”

“Like you wouldn’t use a focusing crystal if you had one,” Ahsoka muttered, arms crossed. “It’s just— there’s nobody else around here who can do magic. And all you ever do is work on machines.”

“Which requires a lot of concentration as it’s not just the manipulation of one aspect, but—”

“—but many, yes, yes, I know the speech,” Ahsoka said and dutifully listed all elements that went into their craft. There was a reason why not many forgers existed. Most mages lacked the talent, patience, and education to learn this craft, or were just plain afraid that they’d permanently damage their ability to use magic at all.

And with the speed technology was evolving and magic weaponized to terrifying new heights, not too many people still had use for forgers. Where two-hundred-years ago, you wouldn’t have gone out to hunt a dragon with a simple sword, but only with one crafted by a Master forger, nowadays you didn’t necessarily need one. Battle magic was on the rise again, especially with more and more countries growing uneasy, peace treaties falling apart. Combined with the threats from the northern continents, it was no wonder people cared less and less about expensive forgers when they could mass-produce and enchant simpler items.

“I just hoped you’d allow at least this,” Ahsoka finished. Her shoulders dropped. “Should have known better. I’ll go finish my readings.”

Ahsoka turned around, her shoulders still hanging, her head low.

Damn it.

Anakin knew that she was doing it on purpose. His Apprentice was cunning and had learned how to play into his every weakness. Slowly she marched into the direction of the door, dragging her feet behind her for effect and dramatics.

Raya raised a brow at him. She usually stayed out of Ahsoka’s tutelage, knowing next to nothing about magic herself, but even with his past being little more than a mystery to her, she could read him better than anyone else.

“Urgh, fine,” Anakin heard himself say. “Fine, we can go to the festival.”

Ahsoka turned around quicker than light and jumped up. “Yes!”

“But that means you’re not going to bring up the summit again!”

“Yes! Of course!” A moment later, Anakin had an armful of an apprentice. “Thank you so much, Master, you’re the best!”

Once she let go of him, she went to hug Raya and hug even her dirty automaton to her chest, still radiating happiness. “I need to go pack my bags immediately!”

“The festival is not for another week—”

Ahsoka obviously didn’t care. So caught up in her joy, she rushed upstairs, heading to her room to start packing. It shouldn’t surprise Anakin that she was so motivated. Ahsoka was a person who thrived on interaction, being surrounded by other people. While the people of their village were friendly, none of them were mages or even just sensitive to magic. It was one of the reasons Anakin had decided to stay without too much fight. But growing up so far removed from other mages had made Ahsoka twice as curious to meet others.

The thought made his stomach churn. He’d have to give Ahsoka formal lessons about their trade now, just if somebody asked questions that were too pointed. She’d also need a bit of the know-how on how you usually interacted with other mages and which pretentious bastards to call sorcerers before they threw a hissy fit. All these capital folks were much too sensitive about terminology after all. Anakin had never bothered to tell her the differences before, but Ahsoka would kill him if she accidentally embarrassed herself because he hadn’t seen it fit to instruct her properly. Forget teaching Ahsoka how to improve her automaton, the next week would be full of etiquette lessons. Skies, there’d be people trying to steal their spellwork too. Had he even mentioned that kind of theft before? Anakin honestly couldn’t recall.

“Already regretting it?” Raya asked, her voice just a touch amused.

“Just a bit,” Anakin replied.

“It’ll be good for her,” Raya said, convinced and confident enough for the both of them. “And good for you as well. I’ve known you for years now and you’ve never even brought a friend over. I’m not going to be young forever, you know. I do expect to be introduced to your future spouse at some point.”

“And this is my cue to go packing as well,” Anakin announced and followed Ahsoka up the stairs with Raya’s laughter following him.

He had no intention of being with anyone, ever, unless he could find glamours that held up even when majorly distracted. On his way up the stairs, Anakin caught a look of himself in the window, saw black vines curling around his neck, inviting someone to take a closer look.

It was better this way.

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Oh yeah, you can also color this one if you wanna~

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FE8 Novelization Translation: Book 2 - Front Cover & Other Introductory Pages

Yup, you read that right! It’s time for book 2 already!

And here’s the big announcement - I recalculated the number of parts I’m going to split the chapters into, so I don’t have to take a break in-between books 1 and 2! Some chapters have more scene breaks than others, so it was an easy thing to do without compromising pacing at all.

Let’s get started!!

Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones

Book 2

Written by TAKASE Mie

Illustrated by SUZUKI Rika

Published by Square Enix

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Author

TAKASE Mie

TAKASE Mie was born on July 31st in Tokyo. She graduated from Waseda University. Her recent hobby is the cello, which she was inspired to start learning after watching a certain sailing movie. Though she has dreams of one day being able to play Bach’s cello suites, she still has a hard time with even basic scales.

Cover and Obi Design: atelier THiRD

Princess Eirika vowed to rebuild her home country of Renais, gained the help of their ally nation Frelia, and started to fight back. As her army marches, she crosses paths with all sorts of people, and grows her group of allies. Finally, they make it to Renvall Castle, a critical strategic location for the Grado Army, and attack it. During the battle, she succeeds in reuniting with her elder twin brother Ephraim, who disappeared on the front lines. However, after having only a moment to confirm each other’s safety, Ephraim states that he will march to Grado Castle. Eirika volunteers to travel to the Theocracy of Rausten to support him, but then...

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Illustrator

SUZUKI Rika

SUZUKI Rika currently lives in Yokohama. She is a freelance illustrator who has contributed to titles such as the Monster Collection TCG (published by Fujimi Shobo) and Angels of Dawn (written by KAYATA Sunako and published by Chuokoron-Shinsha, Inc.). She also created the manga Tableau Gate - Volumes 1 & 2 (published by Kadokawa Shoten).

Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones

Book 1

Written by TAKASE Mie

Illustrated by SUZUKI Rika

Table of Contents

Chapter 11: Caer Pelyn                                                                                           

Chapter 12: The Wyvern Rider’s Wrath

Chapter 13: The Desert Palace

Chapter 14: Reunion

Chapter 15: The Day the Empire Fell

Chapter 16: Repatriation

Chapter 17: The Demon King’s Shadow

Chapter 18: Encroaching Trap

Chapter 19: Night in Rausten

Chapter 20: The Lord of the Darkling Woods

Chapter 21: The Continent’s Wrath

Character Introductions    

Eirika

The Princess of Renais. She is kind, and does not like war itself, but still dedicated herself to the current war without hesitation to retake her country, a goal entrusted to her by her father, the king.

Fado

The king of the Kingdom of Renais. In his youth, he was renowned for his military prowess, and he is adored by his people as an honest statesman.

Seth

Though he is the youngest of all Renais’ generals, his loyalty and superb skills in both combat and discernment make him the ideal image of a knight.

Franz

He may have just only become a full-fledged knight, but he has a very serious and earnest personality, and is skilled in combat as well, ensuring him a promising future.

Valter

A general of the Grado Empire also known as the Moonstone. He was discharged from the army for the crime of massacring ordinary citizens for fun. However...

Gilliam

A devoted knight of Frelia with a long history as a fearless soldier. He is a man of few words, but his power is known throughout the entire Frelian Army.

Tana

The princess of the Kingdom of Frelia. In contrast to her friendly personality that is beloved by all of her retainers and servants, she also has military experience, and is an active member of the pegasus knight unit.

Hayden

The king of the Kingdom of Frelia. His resourcefulness is unparalleled, and has earned him the title “The Wise King.” He is a long time friend of Fado’s and spares no effort in aiding Eirika and her allies.

Vanessa

An outstanding knight, even among the prided Frelian pegasus knights. She is very serious, but kind.

Moulder

A priest. Within his calm appearance lies a very intelligent mind. He can not only heal with staves, but is also knowledgeable in medicine.

Selena

A mage general of Grado, also known as the Fluorspar. One of the empire’s three generals. She has vowed her undying loyalty to Emperor Vigarde.

Ross

A boy living in Ide Village in Renais. He is saved by Eirika and her allies when his home is attacked by bandits.

Garcia

Ross’ father. A former troop commander in the Renais’ army known for his dauntless courage. When his wife passed away, he retired from the army to raise his son.

Neimi

A girl born in Lark Village in Renais. Her home was burned down by bandits. She cries easily, but undoubtedly inherited her grandfather’s famous skills with a bow.

Colm

Neimi’s childhood friend. They were the only two to survive the bandit attack on their hometown. He has sticky fingers, but is kind to Neimi.

Artur

He meets Eirika and the others while carrying out the orders given to him by his monastery to purge the lands of monsters. He has a deep love of learning and is a devoted monk.

Lute

Artur’s childhood friend. Though it is true that she is an exceptionally skilled mage, the words and actions she chooses as a result of her confidence in that fact are a bit detached from reality.

L’Arachel

A young woman with a strong sense of justice on a continuing journey to take out the monsters roaming the lands. She actually appears to be of noble standing based upon the way her companions talk to and act around her.

Dozla

A warrior traveling with L’Arachel. He cannot hide the fact that he is her loyal retainer, though perhaps it is more accurate to say that he is not really trying. He’s not one to sweat the small stuff.

Rennac

He is actually a master thief, and just under contract with L’Arachel, but all she does is drag him around everywhere.

Natasha

A cleric being pursued by the Grado Army because she was deemed a traitor. She asks to travel with Eirika so she can spread the word to other nations about the strange things occurring within the empire. 

Joshua

A skilled mercenary who loves to gamble above all else. He becomes Eirika’s ally after losing a bet with Natasha.

Ephraim

The prince of Renais and Eirika’s older twin brother. He is blessed with a strong sense of justice and decisiveness. He also excels in spearmanship, and his skills are highly respected by the cavalier unit.

Kyle

A loyal retainer who has served Ephraim ever since he joined the cavalier unit. An exceptional knight who’s skilled in serving as a guard.

Forde

Like Kyle, he serves Ephraim as both a guard and close confidant. He and Kyle have been rivals since they were young. He is also Franz’s older brother.

Orson

The commanding officer of the Renais cavalier unit. He is a devoted cavalier who has served the royal family for years, and that King Fado trusts deeply, however...

Innes

The prince of The Kingdom of Frelia. He always has a strong sense of duty towards his role as a member of the royal family. He is extremely confident in himself, and has the strength and abilities to back it up.

Myrrh

A girl who is neither human nor monster, but a member of the dragon tribe. She leaves The Darkling Woods to tell the humans about the abnormalities occurring across the continent.

Amelia

A girl who became a soldier because of her respect for General Duessel. However, she feels lost when she learns that he opposes the war.

Gerik

The brave leader of a band of mercenaries. He joins Eirika’s army because Prince Innes hired him as his guard.

Tethys

A dancer whose bewitching dances attract the soldiers around her and heighten their morale. Once she joined Gerik’s Mercenaries, she became an indispensable member of the group.

Marisa

A female mercenary is rare enough, but her beauty and skills make her even more of a diamond in the rough. She is registered in the guild as a member of the same mercenary group as Gerik.

Ewan

Tethys’ little brother. He aspires to become a mage, and convinced a renowned sage to become his teacher. He is at the age where he cannot help but want to be treated as his own person.

Saleh

The sage of Caer Pelyn, and the only person of this age to associate with those of the dragon tribe. His abilities are very widely known. He is also Ewan’s teacher.

Glen

A general of the Grado Empire who is also known as the Sunstone. One of the empire’s three generals. He also questions the current war…

Cormag

A dragon knight of Grado. Glen’s younger brother. He trusts and respects his brother completely, but after a certain event happens, he leaves the Grado Army.

Lyon

The prince of the Grado Empire. He has been a friend of Eirika and Ephraim’s for many  years. His research into dark magic has made him even more knowledgeable in magic than the palace mages.

Ismaire

The beautiful queen of the Kingdom of Jehanna, known as “The Queen of White Dunes.” She has gained the overwhelming support of the people for her accomplishments in running the country since her husband’s passing.

Duessel

A general of the Grado Empire with the title “Obsidian.” One of the Three Imperial Generals. Though he has been accused of being a traitor, he is working together with Ephraim to warn the emperor of the error of his ways.

Knoll

A palace mage of the Grado Empire who studied dark magic alongside Lyon. He is one of the few people who knows the reason why the emperor, once known for his virtue, changed so drastically.

Caellach

A general of Grado known as the “Tiger Eye.” He started out as a mere mercenary, and rose up to his current position, but he is an ambitious person who wishes to rise even higher.

Vigarde

The emperor of the Grado Empire. He is beloved for his virtuous ways, including opening up the national treasury to the people in times of disaster. However, ever since that fateful day, his personality has changed completely, and he began the invasion all of the countries across the continent of Magvel...

Syrene

The commander of Frelia’s third unit of pegasus knights. She is Vanessa’s elder sister by blood, but Tana also looks up to her like an elder sister.

Mansel

The Pontifex who rules over the Theocracy of Rausten. Known for being highly educated and devoted to his beliefs, he is worshiped by the deeply devoted people as the representative of the gods.

Riev

A mage general of the Grado Empire known as the “Blood Beryl.” Ever since he learned the reason for the emperor’s change, he has served the emperor to support his dark ambitions.

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of castles and magic: dulcis

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

Rated: M for Mature with eventual explicit content

Word Count: 4.751k

Summary: You've been in Coruscant for over a week and are settling in nicely; while the tsis scheme, 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: scheming, smooches, Anakin’s nightmares, Padme is a bae, back massages, more smooches, sprinkling of spice - just a hint

Image credit: unsplash

Author’s Note: Ah yes, the scheming continues. But, you get to learn some magic which is pretty cool and I mean, I’d let Obi rub my back any day of the week. Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

The stone room was gently lit by a small fire, blocked in part by Count Dooku as he hunched over an iron pot. He gave it a few stirs before adding a handful of ground herbs, inhaling as the woody, fruity scent filled the room. It was dark and seductive, rich like a red wine known to be a royal favorite. 

After a few moments of gentle simmering he lifted the pot off the fire, setting it onto the stone counter with a quiet thud. Before it had the chance to cool Dooku bent his forward and extended his palms, nearly brushing against the scalding liquid. He relaxed his shoulders as he chanted, old words filling the space as he prayed over the concoction. 

Jirai jis.

Jirai jis. 

Jirai jis. 

As he straightened he breathed deeply, his last few words silent as the liquid stilled under his command. 

General Grievous tentatively crept forward, offering a glass vial to Dooku who snatched it out of his hands. 

“It’s imperative he drinks this daily. No more than two drops with his evening wine.” Dooku concentrated on spooning the light pink mixture into the bottle, capping it with a long dropper before handing it back to Grievous. 

“The general will meet you at Kruva pass on the southern border. Depart at once.” 

General Grievous wordlessly swept into a low bow, pocketing the bottle before striding out of the room. His footsteps echoed down the long hallway as he made his way to the surface, calling to a young page to ready his narglatch. 

While Grievous set off on his mission Count Dooku descended a spiraled set of stairs. When he entered the obsidian throne room the knelt in deference, waiting for Emperor Palpatine’s permission to rise. 

“It’s done?” Palpatine hissed, waving Dooku forward. 

“Grievous has departed, yes. The first dose will be tomorrow,” Dooku confirmed. His voice was heavy, exhausted from the strength he exerted to build the complicated potion. 

“Rest while you can Count. Coruscant will be ripe for the taking by the time the seasons change” Palpatine smirked, eerie shadows cast over his face from the sconces on the wall. 

“And Aquilae?” Dooku wondered, thinking of all the prizes the small island kingdom held. 

“King Abigor has invited us for a feast in a few weeks time,” Palpatine chuckled, curling his hands around the armrests of his throne. “Make sure you pack for a long stay.” 

Count Dooku bowed before exiting the throne room, smiling to himself as he made his way to his chambers. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Good morning my lady!” Cee trilled excitedly, pulling your curtains to the side. 

You sat up with a start, gasping for breath at the sudden sound, your room suspiciously dark for her calling it morning. You had been rising with the sun to visit the library and roam the gardens but this hour was simply obscene. 

“Cee?” you questioned wearily, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “What’s going on?” 

“His royal highness has requested that you join him for a morning lesson,” Cee smiled, opening your wardrobe to thumb through your dresses. Her curls bobbed on her head as she paused on a lilac colored gown. “What about this?” 

“Lesson…” you trailed off, climbing out of bed to take the dress from Cee, scurrying behind the dressing screen before she could offer to help you change. “What lesson?” you called to her. 

“King Kenobi and Prince Skywalker instruct the younglings on meditation, and the king has requested that you join them today,” she chirped, rifling through your jewelry box to select a bracelet for you. She clapped it on your wrist when you emerged from the screen, guiding you to sit at your vanity so she could pin your hair. 

“Is all of this necessary then,” you argued, moving to stand before she pressed a firm hand into your shoulder. 

“Yes my lady,” she nodded, “I must insist." 

"Cee," you groaned, wincing as she placed another pin. "The sun hasn't even risen yet, I can't imagine the children -" 

"Come with me my lady," Cee urged, pulling you up with her hand before hastily leading you down the path towards the tower.

"Up the stairs, hurry now," she ushered, placing a firm but gentle hand between your shoulders. When you reached the landing she paused for a moment, smoothing the front of your skirts before opening the door, gesturing you inside. 

You nodded your thanks before entering, stopping at the sight of Obi-Wan draped against the window seat. 

"Good morning," he greeted with a smile, crossing the small room to take your hand in his, offering you his customary kiss to the knuckles before pressing them to his forehead. 

"Always so formal your highness," Cee remarked, leaning in the open doorway. 

King Kenobi straightened and gazed over your shoulder, looking mildly amused by her commentary. "Thank you Cee, that will be all for now." 

She shrugged and closed the door with a gentle click.  

"I notice a lack of children at this lesson, Obi-Wan," you laughed, following him to the window seat where he helped you climb up.  

"I wanted to share this with you first," he said brightly, wiggling into the space next to you before entwining his fingers with yours and placing his chin on your shoulder. 

"Share… what, exactly?" you asked, searching the dark sky for any indication of what he meant. 

"Have patience, dear one," he mumbled, rubbing small circles into the skin of your hand. 

You hummed as you settled back against him, eyes threatening to close until the break of morning started to shine at the horizon. Rays of sunlight glittered against the edges of ocean peeking through the trees while the sky slowly blossomed into a watercolor canvas of pinks and oranges. 

"It's beautiful," you murmured, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. 

"And yet it pales in comparison to you," he whispered, placing a quick kiss on your shoulder. 

You warmed at his words and struggled out a quiet but earnest thank you, relaxing into him to watch the remainder of the sunrise. You thought he was watching too, but instead he was marveling at the golden rays reflecting in your eyes and the softness of your skin, breathing in the gentle scent of your perfume. 

"I have something for you," Obi-Wan said softly, untangling his fingers from yours. You shifted to look at him, watching him pat around his robes until he found the pocket he was searching for, pulling out a round polished piece of yellow kyber, hanging from gold so fine you would've thought it an invisible thread if it didn’t glint in the sun.

"Obi-Wan," you started, unsure of what to say as he hung it around your neck. "I -" 

He smiled, watching you run your finger across the edge of the stone. 

“Come, let’s not be late.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Ani, no!" Padme cried, reaching out for his hand. 

He was falling, falling -

Falling backwards into a bottomless darkness; ears filled with screams. 

He tried to yell, unable to form the sound as his body was consumed by fire - 

“I loved you Anakin!” Obi-Wan screamed, his voice echoing in his head. “I loved you!”

Padme was shaking Anakin as he thrashed on their bed, early morning light streaming in through the windows. 

“Anakin!” she shouted, grabbing a cup from the bedside table to splash water onto his face, ducking a hard swing as he came into consciousness. His breathing was labored as his eyes searched the room for the threat, finding only himself and his wife. 

“Padme?” he croaked, turning towards her with heavy eyes. 

“It was just a nightmare,” she reassured, gently rubbing his arm. “You’re okay now. Do you want to -” 

“No,” he interrupted, firmly shaking his head. “Just a… a nightmare.” He took a deep breath before rubbing at his temples, quietly sniffling as Padme rubbed his back. 

“I can send for someone to tell Obi-Wan you won’t be joining this morning,” Padme offered gently. 

“The younglings are expecting me. He’s expecting me,” Anakin explained, standing from their bed. “I can’t disappoint him.”

“Anakin,” Padme started, placing a consoling hand on Anakin’s arm. “I don’t think there’s anything you could ever do to disappoint Obi-Wan. He loves you.” 

Pain flashed in Anakin’s eyes for the briefest moment before he wrapped his fingers around hers, giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“You’re right,” he sighed, shaking his head to rid himself of the lingering images. “Help me dress?” 

“You still have some time before you’re due,” Padme smiled, laying back against her pillows. “Why don’t you come lay down with me and I’ll tell you about my dream instead?” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You pressed yourself against the cool stone wall, begging for it to make you invisible. For now it seemed to be working, the group of very young children clambering over one another for King Kenobi’s attention. You guessed they weren’t much older than seven.

“Now, now.” His voice was firm but gentle and the children began to settle, some still sitting on top of each other as they stilled to listen to him speak. 

“Today is our first lesson together, right?” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he lit up when he was speaking to the kids, bright and sincere. “It seems that Prince Skywalker is running behind today, so I’ll start by introducing you to my friend.” 

He looked up at you from where he was seated on the floor, nodding you over with his head. You were about to protest but thought it unwise to argue with the king in front of a group of impressionable children. 

“Hi,” you waved meekly, sitting on the ground next to Obi-Wan. You mirrored his position, crossing your legs over each other, waiting for him to continue. 

“Before we begin, does everyone have their channel?” 

There was a small chorus of yeses as the younglings fished through their various pockets and places of safe-keeping to produce kyber crystals of all different sizes and shapes, holding them proudly in their palms. You touched the polished piece at your neck, wondering if it was more than just a simple gift. 

“And why do we need a channel?” Obi-Wan questioned, searching their eager little faces for someone that knew the answer. It seemed, however, that excitement had gotten the best of them and they all exchanged looks of uncertainty. 

“Very well,” Obi-Wan smiled, pulling his crown off his head. “We have a channel -” 

“Because without it, we could not perform the art of qyasik. Qyasik ties all things together, and so we must be connected to our own channel to manipulate it,” Anakin finished from the back of the room. 

The children murmured and shifted where they sat, watching Anakin stride over to sit on Obi-Wan’s other side. “I do apologize my lord,” he offered, sheepishly smiling at Obi-Wan’s knowing grin. 

“Prince Skywalker is correct. Let’s have you all spread out in a circle, with us in the middle, okay?” 

Before you could blink the younglings had rearranged themselves, eager to start their lesson. 

Obi-Wan leaned over to whisper in your ear. “You can follow along if you like Ari, you may surprise yourself.” 

You smiled politely at him, quietly listening to their lesson. 

“Find a comfortable position, whatever feels natural,” Anakin instructed, shifting to take a very similar position to the one Obi-Wan was seated in. 

“And hold your channel close to you,” Obi-Wan continued, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. 

You watched the children move around, some kneeling, some sitting, one even laying on her back as she held her crystal to her forehead. The air shifted, making your hair stand on end as an inexplicable calmness flowed from Obi-Wan while Anakin continued to speak gently. 

“What do we say to strengthen our connection?” he asked. 

“Qyasik nayir vestiki,” the young girl offered as she sat up, and Anakin nodded his head. 

“Very good little ‘Soka,” Anakin said proudly. She beamed at him before closing her eyes once more, holding her kyber to her head as she laid back down. 

You closed your eyes as you listened to them all chant, feeling a pull to come along. Tentatively you raised a hand to your chest, holding the kyber between your fingers. 

"Qyasik nayir vestiki," you whispered, adding your own voice to the melody around you. Something pulled on you harder, and you whispered it again, sinking into an odd sense of familiarity despite the foreign words on your tongue. 

You relaxed, giving in to the tug, whispering the holy words as your hand warmed. There was a gentle breeze and you lowered your hand, feeling weightless yet anchored to everyone around you but especially - 

"Obi-Wan?" you murmured quietly, slowly opening your eyes to find all of the children staring at you with Obi-Wan’s hand wrapped around yours. 

"Well done," he smiled as Anakin gathered his jaw from the floor, quickly offering his own congratulations. 

"I don't understand," you started, concern growing in your chest despite their praise. "What did I do?" 

The children shared a few small giggles before Anakin cleared his throat, sending them all back into their meditative poses. 

"You allowed yourself to connect to qyasik, the force that flows through you and all things around you. This is the first step in learning to manipulate it." 

You sat back from him and stared at your hands, dumbfounded. Your whole life you had been told that the old religion was dead, that anyone still practicing was a liar or a con. But yet here you were, surrounded by it, able to connect to it. 

"If you'd like I can teach you -" 

"Yes," you responded quickly, cringing at how eager you sounded. "Yes,” you started again, quieter this time. “I would like that very much." 

A tall, bald man with dark skin entered at the back of the room and nodded towards Obi-Wan. You recognized him as the man that had brought the younglings to watch Obi-Wan and Anakin spar. ]

"Very well my darling, but I'm due to take grievances in the throne room," he sighed,  offering his hand to help you from the floor from where he stood. "We'll continue after dinner." 

You thanked him as you made your way to the door, offering a polite curtsy to the man Obi-Wan introduced as Mace Windu, an advisor on his council. 

"Do you all instruct the children?" you wondered, closing the door behind you. 

"We're all deeply invested in them as they are our future," he said fondly, waving at a group of older students as they walked by. 

You arrived in front of the great carved doors of the throne room, finding them propped open to reveal his golden seat atop a simple dias. 

"Let me not keep you any longer," you smiled, offering him your hand. He brought it to his lips and forehead before sweeping into the room, welcoming those that had already begun to gather for their audience. 

You briefly thought about staying to observe but the morning meditation had you so curious that you made your way to the tower library instead, settling into your window bench with a large tome and a cup of tea, determined to learn something while he worked. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your brows furrowed as you read over a theory passage for the fourth time, understanding each of the words used but unable to make sense of the phrases as a whole. A knock had you lifting your eyes with a sigh, calling for your visitor to enter. You had expected the caller to be Cee but were happily surprised to find Padme entering the room. 

“I thought I might find you up here,” she smiled, walking past the burdened shelves. “Anakin told me about your lesson.” 

“Ah yes it was… quite exciting. I wanted to learn a bit more but this text is heavy,” you joked, lifting the large volume up and setting it down with a heavy thud. 

Padme’s laugh was light and genuine. “The books are great for theory but if you want to really learn, you have to practice.” 

“King Kenobi said we would try more after dinner,” you said proudly, swinging your legs to sit at the edge of your seat. 

“I was going to the yard if you’d like to join me,” Padme offered. “I’m not as skilled a teacher but practical application is far better than reading some stodgy old book.” 

You happily joined her side and left the tower, making your way to the training yard once more. 

“I’m guessing your channel is your necklace,” Padme questioned, grinning as you instinctively lifted your hand to where it rested. 

“I guess so,” you shrugged, hopping down the steps and realizing how ridiculous you must look in your lilac gown entering the training yard. 

“Mine is my dagger,” Padme said, pulling it from the small ornate white scabbard at her waist. The white kyber at the end was faceted, delicately catching the light. “Most of us have one or two, and it’s normally integrated with a weapon.” 

You hummed as you watched her hurl it through the air, a loud thunk echoing through the space as the blade drove itself into the wooden target. 

“Have you much weaponry experience?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. 

You bit your lip for a moment before shaking your head no. “My parents didn’t think it was very becoming, so I had vibrano lessons instead.” 

Padme looked at you in shock before realizing you were serious. “That certainly won’t do,” she asserted, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the racks of blunted practice weapons. “Go ahead,” she urged, gesturing to the assortment before you, “pick what calls to you.” 

“I really don’t think a weapon is going to -” you started, catching her side-eye as you remembered Prince Skywalker’s words from the lesson. You carefully looked over battle axes and long swords, overthinking each until you stilled yourself and closed your eyes. 

After a few moments you opened an eye, peering at Padme as she watched you. “This isn’t working,” you mumbled, closing it again when she tutted. 

“Relax,” she guided you. “Listen.” 

You rolled on your feet before settling again, placing the tip of your finger on your necklace. After a moment you felt a familiar tug, and you slowly opened your eyes before turning and taking a simple short sword into your hand. 

“Easy enough,” Padme grinned, taking another and heading to the center of the yard. “Come on,” she called. 

“There are several ways to meditate and find your connection. With enough practice, it will come naturally,” she continued, setting her sword down briefly to adjust the grip you had on yours. “But you must be able to defend yourself.” 

You mimicked the stance she took and slowly followed her through several basic cadences. In a short time your arms grew tired from the weight and you started to falter. 

“Ignore your body,” she encouraged and you scoffed at the thought. 

“You don’t need to think about where you are. Only where you want to go.” 

You nodded as you breathed in deeply, becoming more comfortable in the basic movements. 

Determined, you pushed through the ache in your back and shoulders, feeling the air shift around you as Padme sunk further into her meditation, calling you to join her. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were buzzing as you dressed for dinner, excited to see Obi-Wan and to spend more time with Padme and Anakin. Cee guided you through the castle to a small dining room, smiling as she pulled open the door for you. 

When you walked in Obi-Wan stood from his chair, pulling yours out beside him. 

“I heard you had quite the day,” he smiled, pouring you a glass of wine. 

“Well Padme found me in the library and drew me out, she is an excellent teacher.” You raised a glass to her and were met with three others, taking a small sip as bowls of clear broth were placed on the table. 

“It’s only because I had an excellent teacher myself,” she laughed, pausing when Anakin grimaced next to her, slowly turning his cup in his hands.  

“Are you okay?” she asked, turning to him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he mumbled, rubbing underneath his lip. “I think I bit myself is all.” 

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed, studying him for a moment. “You’re certain?” 

“Of course,” Anakin confirmed, picking up his spoon to stir his soup. “So tell me Ari, did Padme hit a target today?” 

She scoffed and you stiffled a giggle as Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “Her aim with her dagger is impressive,” you complimented. “I felt drawn to the short sword there and she guided me through several cadences.” 

You were proud of your accomplishments and Obi-Wan was happy to hear the joy in your voice. As the meal continued the conversation slowly shifted to politics and you exchanged a tired look with Padme. 

“Despite being nearly bored to tears by a case over some rogue chickens, I do have some good news,” Obi-Wan stated, tearing into a loaf of bread before handing it off to you. 

“The court barrister has nearly finished the first draft of the marriage contract, it will be ready for your review next week and we can send it off to your parents.” 

You paused, your time on Coruscant had been so enjoyable you nearly forgot that little detail. 

“I suppose that means we’ll have to begin making formal preparations,” you grinned, tossing the bread across the table to Anakin who mocked Obi-Wan’s mild disapproving look. 

“Anything you wish, just say the word,” he said gently. His smile was so pure you knew you could make a home in him, feeling more at ease in Coruscant over the course of a week and a half than you had ever felt in Aquilae. 

“Honestly I would most like my shoulders to stop aching,” you mumbled under your breath, stabbing at the roasted vegetables Obi-Wan had heaped onto your plate. 

Nonetheless you smiled as you chewed, listening to Padme share the details of her wedding to Anakin a few seasons ago. You nearly dropped your fork as she gasped, struck by a sudden realization. 

“Your gown!” she exclaimed, leaning forward in her seat. “Tomorrow we’ll call the dressmaker in. You must look flawless.” 

“I’m sure she will,” Anakin laughed, wrapping his hand around hers as she continued on in her animated way. 

“Maybe we’ll wed at the turn of the season?” you suggested. Obi-Wan nodded in agreement and Padme happily clapped her hands, joyfully describing the way the trees would be ablaze with color. 

When the meal finally ended Obi-Wan stood to pull out your chair and the two of you lazily trailed behind Padme and Anakin, stopping at an open window to take in the cool breeze and twin moons. 

“If you’d like to join me in my rooms I can help ease your backache,” Obi-Wan mentioned casually, curling his pinky finger around yours as you leaned against the open window. 

“You heard that,” you laughed. 

“You’re not as quiet as you think my dear, I believe that the stable hands heard you as well,” he joked. 

You moved to pull a face at him and he joined your laughter. 

“Come then,” he started, pulling on your hand. 

When you reached his room he gestured to his bed, pausing to unlace his boots by the door. The golden silks matched yours, and as you climbed into the expanse you found yourself softening at that cedar mint scent you had come to know as his own. 

“It’s me,” he rumbled, leaning against the edge of the bed. “I’m just taking your shoes off.” 

You warmed at his touch as he gently rolled the hem of your skirts, removing your shoes before carefully setting them on the ground. 

“Relax my dear,” he asked, the heat of his palms spreading into your back. You groaned as he rubbed against your skin, melting against his fingertips. As he rubbed against your sore muscles you felt the pain begin to dissipate, until a clasp bit into your skin and made you yelp. 

“I do apologize,” he rushed, pulling his hands away from you. 

“No, no it’s -” you started, turning to see him in just his linen pants. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him and you swallowed heavily before continuing. “It was the clasp on my gown, not you,” you soothed.  

“Maybe I can -” 

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he interrupted, holding his palms in front of himself. 

You started to climb off and he quickly turned around, unsure if you were undressing or gathering your shoes to leave. When your gown pooled at your feet you glanced at the silks on his bed, pulling the top sheet off and wrapping it around yourself before climbing back in. 

He turned back at the flurry of movement and nearly tripped over your discarded outfit, the sight of you wrapped in his sheets sending several thoughts through his mind. He gathered the garment and hung it over the corner post of the bed, returning to his ministrations. 

You made several appreciative noises as his fingertips traced down your spine, pausing to rub away stress you didn’t even know you carried. His breath was warm at your shoulder as he enveloped you, hands firm against your muscles. 

Your breath hitched when he placed a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder, the whiskers of his beard tickling the sliver of skin he had managed to locate as he worked over you. With every whimper and groan he exhaled, attempting to clear his mind of all the ways he wanted to hear those noises. 

His breath shuddered when you moaned, feeling a tight knot at your shoulder blade dissolve under his hands. You were so soft below him, pliant and warm. You could feel your own arousal growing, chewing the inside of your cheek as he slid his hands across your skin, nearly cursing the golden silk as it started to stick to the beads of sweat building along your back. 

You crossed your ankles to relieve some of the new tension building in your tummy, closing your eyes as he kissed the back of your neck, whispering quietly at the shell of your ear to ask how you were feeling. 

His voice was honey thick when he spoke, the sticky tone hiding the edge of strain from swallowing his immodest deliberations. 

You turned your head to face him, eyes heavily lidded and cheeks warm with bliss. “Much better, thank you.” You began to roll on your side and he left an arm languidly draped around you, rubbing his palm up and down your ribs. 

“It’s lonely up here,” you whispered, and he quickly stood to join you, crossing his legs as he leaned against his pillows. When he opened his arm you snuggled against him, pulling the sheet tighter around yourself. 

He thumbed gentle circles over your shoulder, searching for a topic to ease the tension of the room. 

“You never told me about your nickname,” he murmured, shuffling down to let you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“I’ll tell you if you tell me what this means,” you chided, poking the tattoo on his clavicle with your chin. 

He chuckled, adjusting again to face you a little more. “It’s the old language, but it means strength.” 

You hummed as you settled against him. “My nickname came from my grandfather. Ari is a shortened word he used to call me, but I never knew what it meant.” 

“What was the word?” he continued, eyes fluttering as he relaxed with you. 

“Ardyti,” you offered, gently shrugging your shoulders. 

His eyes snapped open as he studied your face. “Ardyti?” he asked, and you nodded in confirmation. 

He laughed for a moment before pulling you in for a kiss, resting his forehead against yours. 

“My sweetness,” he beamed, tracing your jaw with his thumb. “That’s the old language.” 

“What does it mean?” you breathed, unsure if you truly wanted an answer. 

He pulled you in for another kiss and you met him with eagerness, parting your lips to allow his tongue entrance. When he pulled away his breath was heavier, his eyes darkened with want. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke one simple word, letting it hang in the air - waiting for you. 

“Destroyer.” 

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The High Crown - Obikin Royalty AU

True love or the crown? A question Anakin thought he'd never have to answer.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25884949/chapters/62899801

Summary: Every eye in the Kingdom of Tatooine is on their young prince, Anakin Skywalker, as he goes into an arranged marriage in order to claim his place as king. However, Anakin finds himself wishing things were different when he meets the dashing knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi. A connection is forged between the two men in the shadows, and thus, a burning attraction they simply cannot ignore. Love, secrecy, and lies all fall into the path of the young Prince Skywalker as he makes his way to his rightful place as king.

ch 1 & 2 under and on a03 <3

Chapter one - Prologue

In the land of Tatooine, a large country surrounded by sea and forest, there once lived a young prince called Anakin. He was devastating and gorgeous, often pretending he was not a prince, but a knight instead. He liked the workers more than his cousins, he hid in the kitchen cabinets to avoid his responsibilities, and often found himself in all sorts of trouble.

“Anakin, I know you’re in here,” called out Qui-Gon, a member of the royal guard who had elected to watch over Anakin.

“I know you don’t want to do this your grace,” Qui-Gon said, laying eyes on the young prince, at last.

It was the morning of his mother’s funeral. Anakin was roughly eleven, twelve if you directly asked him. Qui-Gon picked up a piece of bread that had been reserved for the funeral, broke it in half, and sat down at the table with the young prince. He handed him a slice, to which he took with suspicion.

“What if it gets on my funeral clothes?” Anakin asked, already taking a bite. Qui-Gon felt poorly for the boy, knowing that this day would likely live in his memory forever. Not as a son who’d lost his mother, but as the young, expectation-laden prince of Tatooine. Qui-Gon took a bite before replying.

“Then we’ll both have crumbs, I suppose.” Anakin quietly laughed at Qui-Gon, who was grateful more than anything to see him smile. After a moment’s rest, the two stood up and Anakin paced  closely behind Qui-Gon. He didn’t want to go to the funeral reception but would follow Qui-Gon anywhere he said to. Even before his mother had passed away, Qui-Gon had always taken care of him.

Without ever admitting it- Anakin was terrified.

He’d liked his mother very much. She had long, brown hair, always smelled of fruit, and knew exactly how to make him feel better. She didn’t see him as anything other than a boy, which Anakin greatly struggled with when finding worthwhile companions.

Anakin did all but take Qui-Gon’s had as they walked out to the courtyard, where the funeral reception was being held. He did the rounds with the general, begrudgingly saying hello to various royal representatives. He received wet, perfumed hugs from women he did not know, aggressive handshakes from tall, intimidating men. If everything had gone his way, he would have run off with Poe, a worker’s son that Anakin revered as his one and only friend close to his age.

After walking around with Qui-Gon, Anakin eventually grew tired and slipped away, anxious to get to his favorite hiding spot on the castle grounds. He ran up the cobblestone stairs to the tallest point in the castle, where archers and guards used to patrol while members of the royal family still lived there. Anakin reached the top, breath heavy from running and body warm from his heavy funeral clothing. He went directly to his spot at the ledge of the roof when he saw him, a boy.

The young prince quickly hid behind a pillar, hoping that the sound of his footsteps hadn’t alerted the stranger of his presence. He peered from behind the object, careful so that he would not see him. He was far older than Anakin, appearing to be eighteen at the very youngest. He had long, blond hair that hugged his face, and had perched himself at the edge, dangling his legs and looking down at the reception.

“You might come and talk with me if it would please you,” he said, his voice smooth and low. Anakin could feel something in his chest when he heard him but couldn’t quite place his finger on it. He’d never felt so nervous, not even when he’d spoken to adults.

The boy stood up, a solid foot and a half above Anakin. He wore a tight, black shirt and pants, he held out his hand to Anakin, “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Anakin stood there, unable to move at the closeness of the stranger. He jerked out his hand to shake Obi-Wan’s, whose long fingers surrounded all of his hand. This interaction only made the young prince more nervous, as the feeling of Obi-Wan’s warm, strong hand around him made him feel odd. Perhaps he’d been stung by something or waved his hand too close to a lit candle.

“I’m Anakin,” he replied, softly, knowing that Obi-Wan’s entire demeanor would change once he knew who he was. A blip of silence filled the space between the two boys while Anakin waited for the inevitable, he looked down at his shoes.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Anakin. Would you like to sit with me?” Obi-Wan asked. Anakin looked up at him, still silent at the never-ending pressure of the boy’s attention.

Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin, “we don’t even have to talk if won’t have it, I promise,” Anakin quickly nodded at him, shocked at how normally he was being treated.

Usually, when people realized who he was; the motherless, pathetic Prince of Tatooine, they treated him like a glass object to be gawked at in a display case. Obi-Wan made him feel like just a boy. Nervous, but a boy none the less. The two walked toward the edge in silence and sat down only a few inches from each other, legs dangerously hanging off the edge.

“Are you a knight?” Anakin asked, looking up at Obi-Wan.

He smiled at the young prince, “I’m training to be one, actually,” Obi-Wan replied.

Anakin sighed loudly, “they won’t let me be a knight. What’s your training like?” Obi-Wan laughed quietly, his warm breath puffing clouds into the air before he began explaining to Anakin the going-abouts of his day.

Anakin smiled back at him; nobody he’d met before at any royal event had ever treated him so normally, made him feel quite so seen.

The pair talked until the reception was over, going back and forth from Anakin asking questions to Obi-Wan answering them, trying to change the subject, and Anakin immediately going back to his Knighthood. Anakin was sad when his new friend had to leave, save that he knew very little about him, and had only interacted with him for a few hours.

However, as the days progressed, Anakin couldn’t help but wonder about him when he saw the statues of armor lining the hallways. He couldn’t help it as thoughts of Obi-Wan Kenobi, the knight in training, filled empty spaces in his mind as time and time went by.

-

Eight years passed as the country of Tatooine watched the young prince grow up. Every eye was on Anakin as he approached his twentieth birthday, the year he would take his mother’s spot as ruler of Tatooine. Whether or not he would like it, twenty would also be the year he was to be married.

He sat across from Qui-Gon as he had so many times before while they ate a quiet breakfast. Poe, Anakin’s valet, usually joined them. However, today he would be with the rest of the castle workers arranging for the visitors that would be arriving later in the day.

“You needn’t be nervous,” Qui-Gon said, bringing his usual cup of coffee up to his lips while he waited on Anakin to take anything more than a bite from his meal.

“I’ve never met her,” Anakin stopped and took a sip of his water, “Padmé.”

“Your betrothed?” Qui-Gon asked, witnessing Anakin’s body recoil in nerves at the statement.

“She’s not my betrothed,” Anakin said, wary of how bratty he must have sounded. He’d known this day was coming his entire life, it was not as though he’d gone unprepared for the day he’d enter into his arranged engagement. Which was a simpler way of describing an arranged marriage. Anakin wrapped his fingers around his cup and tapped the glass with his nails, “why do they call it an arranged engagement rather than an arranged marriage?”

Qui-Gon lifted his eyebrow at Anakin, “I know your tutors have explained this to you,” he took a final sip of his coffee. “Your royal advisors are not against you, they want you to be happy, so they have provided several months for you to get to know Padmé before you enter into a marriage.”

“Is the illusion of choice better than the discomfort of being forced to do something General?” Anakin asked, throwing his head back in his chair and pouting. Before Qui-Gon could get another word in, they heard a loud knocking at the kitchen door.

Poe walked into the room, dressed in his nicest clothing and dark hair gelled back. He looked at Anakin angrily, “do you not care what you look like when you meet the Princess of Naboo your highness?”

Anakin stood up to respond to him, knowing that he would soon be taken away to get ready with Poe. He stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking his head, “don’t bother, come with me.” Anakin shot a quick wave at Qui-Gon as he left with Poe to get ready.

He stood in front of a tall mirror that was propped against the wall in his room as Poe slipped his jacket over his large shoulders. Anakin looked at himself, confused, wondering how it was he was allowed to be wearing clothing that looked like this. It was the coat of one of his uncles, he’d recognized it from the paintings in the hallway. It was a dark, velvet jacket with stamps of ornate designs rolling up the sleeves, so intricate that he looked as though he’d been steeped in gold. He furrowed his brow, questioning the judgment of whoever had allowed him to look so grown-up.

“Are you well your grace?” Poe asked, taking a comb to his hair briefly, knowing that Anakin would swipe it away in a matter of moments.

“I’m very well,” he responded, staying still so that Poe could fix the crown on his head. It was the only one he liked; small, brass-colored, and more reminiscent of his mother’s than anything that had been made for him. “Thank you,” he said, looking up at Poe.

Anakin was more than capable of getting himself dressed, but valued the time spent with Poe. There was also the fact that he could somehow never replicate how he felt when Poe dressed him with anybody but him. He’d been his only friend, save Qui-Gon, ever since he could remember.

“Are you ready, Prince Skywalker?” Poe asked, his use of Anakin’s formal title making him laugh. He always knew how to bring out the best of him.

“I suppose,” Anakin replied, admiring the designs on his coat, considering wearing it every day of the week that he was allowed. He stepped out into the hallway en route to the Grand Foyer, where Princess Amidala would be waiting to be formally introduced to Anakin, who was doing his best to calm his nervous heart. Something about today felt so different, he hadn’t quite felt like this since before. Like he was standing on the precipice of something that would change his world forever. After all, his marriage to Padmé would be the catalyst to his reign as King of Tatooine, a role he’d been preparing for his entire life.

He stopped at the double doors, where Qui-Gon was waiting for him. He wore his formal military attire; a look Anakin only saw at balls. As the retired General of the Tatooine royal guard, Qui-Gon was well decorated. The sound of trumpets echoed through the lonely hallway as Anakin walked through the room, Poe trailing at his coat like a guard dog.

Anakin opened his mouth to greet the princess, but found himself caught on a word the moment he saw her; Padmé Amidala.

She was beautiful, dark brown hair tied up in an intricate braid, a light blue ballgown draping off her shoulders like it would be a crime if anybody wore it other than her. She was stunning, encapsulating, and the object of Anakin’s undivided attention; had it not been for the man standing next to her.

“Good morning, princess,” Anakin said, taking her hand and placing a warm kiss on her knuckles. Anakin could feel his face growing red, and not at the closeness of the princess. He was sick under the attention of the soldier she had at her side, was everyone from Naboo gorgeous? Anakin wondered, and have I seen this man before?

“Good morning, Prince Skywalker,” she replied with a quick curtsy, “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Anakin did his best to move his gaze to Padmé.

“Yes, and the same to you,” he replied, choking on his words. He’d never been so inarticulate before in his life. But he couldn’t stop looking at him, the soldier with the dark blonde hair. He was clad in white and gold armor that showed off his cut muscles and frankly, regal posture.

“This is the General of my royal guard, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Anakin let out a repressed laugh that sounded more like a cough.

“Kenobi, your highness?” Anakin cleared his throat, “Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

“That is what she just said, your grace,” Poe whispered into Anakin’s ear.

The General of the Naboo royal guard held out his hand, “it’s a pleasure, your highness.”

Anakin reached his hand out to shake it, feeling his body shoot back in place at the feeling of Obi-Wan’s fingers touching his, wrapped around him. He’d gotten taller and stronger since Anakin’s mother’s funeral, but no less captivating.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Anakin replied, failing to take his gaze off of the General. He felt Poe kick at his heels, bringing him back to life. Padmé awkwardly laughed, doing her best to remain collected in an already tense situation.

“We will join you tonight for dinner, Princess,” Qui-Gon said, bowing to her and motioning for Anakin to leave. Anakin and Poe bowed as well, their short-lived interaction with Padmé Amidala coming to an abrupt end.

Surely the meeting was meant to last longer than all of two minutes, but Anakin was embarrassing the country of Tatooine with his behavior. Even after he was out of sight, his mind could only focus on General Kenobi.

“Have you been stabbed, your grace?” Poe said, throwing his hands in the air at Anakin the moment the double doors closed.

Anakin shook his head, eyes focused on the ground. He hadn’t thought of Obi-Wan Kenobi for years and was positive the knight didn’t remember him at all.

“The General will come to dinner tonight,” Anakin said, hungry to know more.

He walked past Qui-Gon and Poe, knowing that they would pester him about his behavior and do their best to coach him into acting better, which he was well capable of. Anakin would act better, be charming, and formal as a good prince should be to a princess.

However, until then, he’d hoard his excitement to see Obi-Wan in his warm palms. He continued to his quarters, thinking back to the day of his mother’s funeral. He disregarded the calls of an exasperated Poe as a small, a secret smile began to line his lips.

Chapter 2 – Enchanted

Anakin found himself dreaming of him, The General Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Some dreams unremarkable and some that gripped his chest tight enough to rip him out of sleep. He’d had one in particular that’d plagued him on the fourth anniversary of his mother’s funeral.

The setting was always the same, the two were joined together at the ledge of the castle, their feet off the edge, neither looking at the other. Except, Anakin wasn’t the scared, small eleven-year-old anymore. He was fifteen, he was older and had grown taller, bigger. Obi-Wan always looked the same no matter how many years had passed. Gorgeous, sun reflecting off his blonde hair and making it look like perhaps it was sparkling.

Neither boy would talk to the other, and the dream always ended at the same point. Anakin would turn to Obi-Wan and ask him to stay with him.

The ending would never change, either.

Obi-Wan would reach his hand over and place his palm on top of Anakin’s fingers. Anakin could feel the warmth of his skin as though he’d physically touched them himself. Anakin would fold his fingers into his, taking the older boy’s hand. It would be enough to jolt Anakin awake, his body drenched in sweat and leading to a sleepless night.

He recalled every moment of his pained, long dreams about Obi-Wan as Poe helped him dress for dinner. He couldn’t quite place why he’d dreamt about the general so much. Or why someone he’d only met once, and for a few hours, had such an intense lasting impression on him.

“You’re awfully quiet prince,” Poe remarked, sitting on a small stool in front of Anakin. “Is it the General?” Poe asked, raising his eyebrow at Anakin.

“What should you mean by that?” Anakin started, before Poe interrupted him.

“You used to look at me that way,” Poe said, smiling up at him.

It was true, the pair had a complicated history. Poe was the first person Anakin ever had feelings for, besides Obi-Wan. They’d had a brief affair that ended in true friendship, as Anakin’s title would never allow him to marry outside the monarchy. Though, Poe taught Anakin nearly everything he knew about courtship- talking, kissing, almost everything.

“Just make me look dashing as always,” Anakin requested, a wicked smile peeking out from the side of his smirk. “And not for the General, for my betrothed.”

Poe hummed, motioning his hands to Anakin for him to stand up. He started to roll his sleeves back down to his wrists. “You shouldn’t fool me for a moment, my prince,” said Poe, pining a gold circle into the cuff of his jacket.

He’d dressed Anakin in a dark green jacket, one of his favorites to prepare him for the dinner. Nothing quite helped the young prince feel better than a well-tailored suit. He would need it to face them both, his childhood obsession and his soon to be bride.

“Just remember as I taught you, your grace,” Qui-Gon said as he escorted Anakin down to the dining room. They could not have a repeat of this morning, where Anakin had to be honorably removed from the Grand Foyer due to his incompetence around Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“I swear to do better, Qui-Gon,” Anakin replied, placing a hand on his large shoulder, “though I’d feel much better if you joined us.”

Qui-Gon shot a small, careful smile at Anakin, “I believe you to have far more friends than you can handle, at the moment, prince.”

Qui-Gon opened the gold-crested double doors for Anakin, releasing him into the dining room. Until now, the grand, decorated table had been bitterly out of use. Since Anakin’s mother had passed, there was seldom any kind of gathering that merited so many placemats. Anakin wondered how the castle workers were able to remove eight years of dust in one night.

He scoured the many seats that were available, running an index finger over the decorated, ornate ridges that lined the top of the chairs. Anakin chose a seat in the middle, one that would face Padmé. He ignored the head of the table, feeling all too peculiar about taking the seat he’d last seen his mother sit in. His palms went clammy at the thought of her; he wished that she could be his side more than anything, that night.

“Princess,” Anakin said, standing up immediately as Padmé entered the room.

She looked stunning, not to Anakin’s surprise. She wore a long, pink dress that showed off her arms, making them look soft and dipped in glitter. He smiled at her, offering his hand across the table and pressing a cold kiss to her knuckles. She sat down at the seat facing Anakin, General Kenobi following closely behind and sitting next to her.

Anakin sat back down at his seat, awkwardly. He’d grown taller and bigger than he’d liked, which meant he struggled finding places that his arms did not feel cramped. He thought it was quite un-prince-like of him. Padmé and Obi-Wan filed into their seats and exchanged a quick whisper. Anakin felt a smooth pang of jealousy, though unsure who the jealousy was placed for.

Conversation presumed as normal, exchanging formal pleasantries about their nights. Obi-Wan kept quiet, as though he was merely a statue on the wall instead of a person at the table.

“Would you tell me about your childhood, your highness?” Padmé asked, pulling a glass of water up to her perfectly lined lips.

Anakin laughed into his cup of water. Not at all that his childhood was a topic of humor, but more that he always found the subject of his late mother as the most interesting of dinner conversations.

He held up the empty wine glass in front of him, imagining that he would need more than just water to get through the night. One of the cooks quickly filled it halfway with a dark red liquid. Anakin shot a quick glance at general Kenobi, who was still clad in his gold and white uniform.

“My mother raised me in the firm belief that fathers were not necessary figures of the household. She was a fine queen and an even better mother.” he brought the glass up to his lips and took a sip. “Though, passed away when I was very young.”

Obi-Wan awkwardly folded his hands together in front of them, Anakin couldn’t help but imagine what they looked like underneath his gloves. He questioned if his knuckles went white when his hand was in a fist, if scars decorated his fingertips.

“I’m so sorry my lord,” Padmé quipped in her bird-like princess voice. She couldn’t help but be good and genuine in everything she did.

“It’s all well princess, I have grown well and passed it. There was a lovely funeral I remember fondly,” Anakin said, Obi-Wan folded his hands tighter.

Anakin took another sip, his gaze still locked onto the young General. He thought, for a moment, that Obi-Wan had been looking at him. He should’ve, if Anakin was talking about his mother’s funeral. He’d expected some sort of physical reaction from Obi-Wan, something to signal to Anakin that he’d without a doubt been the boy at the top of the castle.

“I believe your General was there,” Anakin said, already feeling a light dizziness grow in his head. Obi-Wan set his glass on the table. The tension at the dinner was so palpable Anakin could have taken a knife and popped it like a bubble.

“I beg your pardon, your highness,” Obi-Wan replied, with more words than Anakin had heard him use in his entire time at the castle. It threw a bolt into Anakin’s throat, hearing the young General call him by his title.

“You heard me correctly, General, I believe I met you once my mother’s funeral reception, unless I am to be wrong,” Anakin said, continuing to drink. He could feel the panic that was no doubt settling into Qui-Gon from all the way across the castle.

Obi-Wan looked over at Padmé as if to ask for permission from the princess to reply to Anakin.

“I apologize, you must have me mistaken, Prince Skywalker,” Obi-Wan said, his accent thick and smooth like velvet, “I am a soldier, I’m afraid I’d never be invited to the funeral of a queen.”

Anakin felt a burning rage pill inside of him under the burning lens of Obi-Wan’s eye contact.

Or was it something else?

He wondered, his chest fluttering like a caged bird. He took another drink.

“The apology is all mine, General Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he replied, careful to enunciate every vowel, as though to signal to the General that he knew he was lying. Anakin was never wrong and would especially not be wrong about something like this.

The rest of the dinner carried on awkwardly, as Padmé would attempt to make conversation and Anakin would deflect it immediately. He’d never caved like this before, but under the undying attention of the Naboo royal circle, he couldn’t help but neglect up every word that came through his mouth.

Despite his interaction with Obi-Wan during the middle of the meal, he found himself undeniably drawn to the young General. He watched him eat, drink, breathe.

Anakin wondered, carelessly, how it felt to be the wine at the back of the General’s throat.

He pushed his knees together under the table, foolishly fearing that anybody could read his thoughts.

“Tonight was quite pleasant, prince. Will I be in your presence tomorrow?” Padmé asked, standing at the double doors with Anakin.

The dinner had not been as pleasant as Anakin had hoped. However, any moment was made infinitely sweeter in Padmé’s presence. Anakin breathed in a long sigh of her perfume and took the Princesses’ hand, doing his best to rip his mind away from her young General.

“Tomorrow princess,” he replied, bringing her small fingers up to his mouth.

He liked Padmé, there was no doubt concerning his affections for her. She was beautiful and kind, it was only the fault of Anakin that he be so distracted at the company of her General. He heard a quick shut of one of the back doors to of the dining room, Obi-Wan’s absence already penetrating the room.

Padmé smiled at Anakin as she left down the hallway, her pretty teeth peering through an utterly tiny mouth. Anakin watched her leave, and not to look at her any longer, but to realize exactly the moment he could go looking for Obi-Wan.

Anakin searched the hallway for any sight of him, feeling foolish beyond his years that he couldn’t locate someone in his own castle. He nearly gave up his search for Obi-Wan when he caught the feintest smell of his cologne. It was enough to stop him in his tracks; the dark, cedar and amber smell that he recognized from his childhood. He’d stopped in the middle of one of the corridors when the General peered around the corner, stopping in place as well when he saw Anakin.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin blurted out, the wine having obviously gone to his head for not referring to him by his formal title.

He pressed a few fingers to his forehead, a headache already brewing. Anakin stepped on his coat as he approached closer to the general.

“Tell me you remember me, I know you do,” Anakin breathed, heavily.

Obi-Wan looked around, careful to check if Padmé or anybody of the sort was nearby. He walked toward Anakin, soon enough only a few inches away from his face. Obi-Wan was always taller, in Anakin’s mind. He’d taken off his gloves since dinner, Anakin had to stop himself from staring at the General’s hands.

“I-“ Obi-Wan stopped, closed his mouth and looked down at his shoes. Anakin was careful to keep his breath soft and quiet at his apparent closeness. “I haven’t the faintest your highness, my greatest apologies.”

“I don’t believe you,” Anakin remarked, the disguise of angst and frustration fading at Obi-Wan’s closeness. In anger he’d pushed a hand up against the wall next to Obi-Wan’s face and cornered the General, close enough to feel the heat of his body. Anakin suddenly felt a pool of anxiety rise at the bottom of his stomach, as he realized how close he was to the general.

“My apologies gneral,” Anakin replied, backing away. quickly His leather shoes clicked on the hardwood floor in the obvious, painful silence they shared. “The wine must have gotten to my head.”

Obi-Wan curled his fingers into a fist and then uncurled them, Anakin watched painstakingly. The General walked towards Anakin’s direction but not to him, undoubtedly, to retire to his bedroom for the night.

“The apology is mine. Goodnight, Prince,” Obi-Wan said, finally.

However, as he walked away, Obi-Wan’s knuckles softly brushed Anakin’s hand. Anakin quietly gasped, feeling his stomach tie into a series of sailor’s knots. It had only been for a moment, a quiet, fleeting second where their hands were touching, but a moment, nonetheless. Ungloved, warm and rough.

He listened to Obi-Wan’s steps as he walked up the stairs and to his quarters, leaving Anakin alone in the sepia-tinted nighttime of the castle. He lifted his right hand, the one that Obi-Wan had brazenly touched and held it to his lips. And thought, perhaps, he had passed away and was doomed to an eternity of standing in the space where he had first touched Obi-Wan’s hand.

-

The country of Tatooine on a late summer’s day was Anakin Skywalker’s favorite kind of afternoon. It was hot, warm enough for him to roam the castle grounds. He often did this alone, or with Poe. However, today was the exception. He walked the gilded hedge mazes with Padmé Amidala today.

The white sun bounced off her shiny hair like a reflection in water, she wore an orange dress that draped off her shoulders and down to her feet. Prettiest of all, he thought, were the small, golden rhinestones that glittered her eyelids.

Anakin thought she was beautiful; and she was the undeniable object of everyone’s affections had it not been for the quiet footsteps of General Kenobi.

The two had not spoken since their encounter after dinner. Anakin, in fact, had seldom even made eye contact with the young General. He couldn’t, lest he be burned into a pit of ashes at the mere flinch of Obi-Wan’s eyesight. For whatever reason, Anakin couldn’t breathe as long as he was in Obi-Wan’s presence.  A man he’d not even known for all of one week.

Yet, he could not escape the memory of being eleven years old and a young, dashing Obi-Wan telling him about his training. From Anakin’s adolescence, the ever-persistent figure of a Knight in shining armor took the figure of a beautiful, blonde, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He couldn’t let himself revel in the fairy-tale of it all. There would be no happy ending. Not while the General persistently stood a solid five-foot distance from the prince, and not while he was engaged to the Princess of Naboo.

Anakin Skywalker did not know, however, the blip of danger he stood in on the sunniest day of the year. Anakin reached over to a rose bush, looking for a flower to give to Padmé. Danger, a man in the shadows, moved forward as Anakin found himself blissfully unaware, and his back seemingly unwatched.

He drew his bow and pointed it directly at Anakin.

“Prince!” Cried out Obi-Wan in desperation, as the General had spotted the man right as they’d shot a steel, sharp arrow in Anakin’s direction. Devoted to keeping him safe, Obi-Wan threw his body toward the young Prince, tackling him to the ground as the arrow shot right above them and into a neighboring tree.

Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan, his hands shaking in adrenaline. Obi-Wan had saved him, he’d been attacked.

“Th- thank you,” Anakin stuttered, finding it difficult to get a word out. Obi-Wan, who’d still had Anakin’s wrists pinned to the ground, looked back at the Prince, eyes fearful but relieved that Anakin was okay.

“Of course, my Lord,” Obi-Wan said, also finding it difficult to speak normally in the light of current events.

Though Anakin had only been inches away from a bloody, arrow-wrought death, the one persistent thought on his mind did not sit with the attacker.

His brain did not collect in fear over the fact that he’d almost just been killed, or if he was still in danger. Unfortunately, obviously, the ever-present object of his impervious thoughts was with how close Obi-Wan had been to his lips, and the fire-catching feeling of the General’s fingers holding tight to his skin.

[tennessoui]

i was fully prepared to read ur new fic whenever you posted despite the fact that bottom obi wan is generally not my cup of tea bc im hooked on ur writing BUT i saw that it would be inaccurate to greek mythology and i hate to say it but i cannot watch my 10 year hyperfixation be slandered like that lmao i would shank MYSELF 😭

best of luck w editing tho!!! <3

babe absolutely!!! and sooo not a problem i completely understand!

i really thought of doing something much more stockholm syndrome-y and dark, but I only wanted a one shot and also a one shot with a happy ending so the biggest inaccuracy is instead of the hades character kidnapping the persephone character as soon as he sees her, vader woos obi-wan over an indeterminable period and only carries him off to his kingdom when obi-wan says he loves him

it's 100% fair and thank you for being willing to support my bottom!obi-wan tendencies 🥺🥺