Well generally I
get like 3-6 ko-fies a month?(usually on about 5 dollar)
I also have one
donator who gives me a big sum each time they donate so that makes me
extremely grateful as I use their donation to pay some of my medical
bills ^^
Also thank you! I do my best with my writing!
Well generally I
get like 3-6 ko-fies a month?(usually on about 5 dollar)
I also have one
donator who gives me a big sum each time they donate so that makes me
extremely grateful as I use their donation to pay some of my medical
bills ^^
Also thank you! I do my best with my writing!
Closing his eyes and flopping back in
his seat, Obi-Wan groaned quietly as a clever hand continued slowly
rubbing his scalp. “Oh thank the Force that feels lovely my sweet
one.” He sighed in pleasure.
Padme laughed softly at that. “You
looked like you had a headache.” She hummed softly as she continued
working his scalp with her fingers. “Which doesn’t surprise me,
there is a lot of work my dear Emperor.” She eyed it all.
“Mmmn, Tarkin and another petition.”
Obi-Wan grumbled. “I’m considering making an example of him with
what happens to former Palpatine supporters who push me.” He
sneered.
Humming at that, Padme turned the chair
a bit and sat down on Obi-Wan’s lap, petting the silver and white
robe the other was wearing as the Emperor. “Or you could tell
Anakin and he would deal with it all.” She smiled. “It would be a
good test in your training of him.”
She leaned in and nuzzled into the
crook of his neck as Obi-Wan mused over the idea. “Maybe, he is in
time for a challenge…” He hummed before shifting when both heard
a little whine.
Padme slipped of his lap quickly and
moved to the travel cot, cooing as she picked up Luke and cuddled the
four month old. “Oh baby, did you have enough of a nap?”
Settling his elbow on the desk and his
head on his hand, Obi-Wan watched her and Luke with a soft smile on
his face as Padme just suffused the Force with her love for her
babies, both of them.
Standing slowly, Obi-Wan flickered his
fingers so a whining Leia floated up from the crib too, chuckling
softly when she instantly started giggling at being floated around as
he reached out and wrapped her in his arms.
“What have I told you and Ani
about floating them around?” Padme huffed even as Obi-Wan gave her
a wicked grin over Leia’s head.
“That
we shouldn’t but they love it, don’t you little star light?”
Obi-Wan crooned at Leia, snuggling her gently and nosing at her soft
cheeks. “My little princess~” He nosed at the soft hairs of her
head too.
Rolling
her eyes, Padme snuggled Luke some more and then took him to change
his diaper, content to leave Leia with her second dad.
Stroking
the soft chestnut hair slowly, Obi-Wan moved to the window to peer
out at the Jedi temple in the distance before looking down at her.
“One day, you’ll have everything here. I’ve already seen the
great Sith and leader you’ll become.” He whispered to Leia as she
grasped at his robe and held onto the silver fastenings of it. “No
one will stop you when I’m done and this empire will be left in
your capable hands but you’ll need to look after your brother.”
He stroked her chubby cheek gently with a finger, smiling at her
delighted little giggle. “But that is many years into the future.”
He murmured. “Many many years.” He returned to staring at the
temple.
For
now Obi-Wan was the Emperor with Padme at his side as his political
advisor and beloved wife and Anakin as his bodyguard and darling
husband.
And he
would be fighting tooth and nail to make an
Empire worthy of Leia and Luke when they grew up.
Yellow
eyes reflected back in the window as Obi-Wan nuzzled Leia gently
under his chin.
Closing his eyes and flopping back in
his seat, Obi-Wan groaned quietly as a clever hand continued slowly
rubbing his scalp. “Oh thank the Force that feels lovely my sweet
one.” He sighed in pleasure.
Padme laughed softly at that. “You
looked like you had a headache.” She hummed softly as she continued
working his scalp with her fingers. “Which doesn’t surprise me,
there is a lot of work my dear Emperor.” She eyed it all.
“Mmmn, Tarkin and another petition.”
Obi-Wan grumbled. “I’m considering making an example of him with
what happens to former Palpatine supporters who push me.” He
sneered.
Humming at that, Padme turned the chair
a bit and sat down on Obi-Wan’s lap, petting the silver and white
robe the other was wearing as the Emperor. “Or you could tell
Anakin and he would deal with it all.” She smiled. “It would be a
good test in your training of him.”
She leaned in and nuzzled into the
crook of his neck as Obi-Wan mused over the idea. “Maybe, he is in
time for a challenge…” He hummed before shifting when both heard
a little whine.
Padme slipped of his lap quickly and
moved to the travel cot, cooing as she picked up Luke and cuddled the
four month old. “Oh baby, did you have enough of a nap?”
Settling his elbow on the desk and his
head on his hand, Obi-Wan watched her and Luke with a soft smile on
his face as Padme just suffused the Force with her love for her
babies, both of them.
Standing slowly, Obi-Wan flickered his
fingers so a whining Leia floated up from the crib too, chuckling
softly when she instantly started giggling at being floated around as
he reached out and wrapped her in his arms.
“What have I told you and Ani
about floating them around?” Padme huffed even as Obi-Wan gave her
a wicked grin over Leia’s head.
“That
we shouldn’t but they love it, don’t you little star light?”
Obi-Wan crooned at Leia, snuggling her gently and nosing at her soft
cheeks. “My little princess~” He nosed at the soft hairs of her
head too.
Rolling
her eyes, Padme snuggled Luke some more and then took him to change
his diaper, content to leave Leia with her second dad.
Stroking
the soft chestnut hair slowly, Obi-Wan moved to the window to peer
out at the Jedi temple in the distance before looking down at her.
“One day, you’ll have everything here. I’ve already seen the
great Sith and leader you’ll become.” He whispered to Leia as she
grasped at his robe and held onto the silver fastenings of it. “No
one will stop you when I’m done and this empire will be left in
your capable hands but you’ll need to look after your brother.”
He stroked her chubby cheek gently with a finger, smiling at her
delighted little giggle. “But that is many years into the future.”
He murmured. “Many many years.” He returned to staring at the
temple.
For
now Obi-Wan was the Emperor with Padme at his side as his political
advisor and beloved wife and Anakin as his bodyguard and darling
husband.
And he
would be fighting tooth and nail to make an
Empire worthy of Leia and Luke when they grew up.
Yellow
eyes reflected back in the window as Obi-Wan nuzzled Leia gently
under his chin.
“Nothing you promise or plead will with save you now.” Anakin
hissed at Palpatine, barely bothering to listen to the first words
the man had given him. “Did you think threatening mine would get me
you my sympathy?” Anakin dodged a cut towards his head as he kept
his voice low so no one but Palpatine would hear him. “Obi-Wan had
you pegged from the moment he meet you and he’s been keeping me on
my toes.”
Palpatine hissed, ready to attacked before his eyes widened, barely
dodging Obi-Wan’s blue saber as lighting sparkled around him.
“Nice try with the padawan-jack there little tiger but I’m afraid
the master position has been never been vacated.” Obi-Wan drawled
as he joined Anakin’s side with blood on his tunic, eyes sparkling
yellow as the Force pulsed with Obi-Wan’s steady darkness.
Dark or light, they still slotted together like the perfect puzzle
pieces, the very physical manifestation of their symbol fleet of the
open circle.
When Anakin went low, Obi-Wan went high.
When Obi-Wan went on the defense, Anakin was the offense.
Lighting sparkling over Obi-Wan’s frame and harmlessly bypassing
Anakin’s body to hit where Sidious had been moments before.
Anakin would give the man that, he was quick in both avoiding and
deflecting their sabers even with the two going after him with all
they could.
Well, Obi-Wan was doing his best even injured with blood on his
tunic.
It was making Anakin’s rage pump, Palpatine had attacked his
Obi-Wan, had almost killed him if not for Padme intervening and then
Anakin felt that whispering thrill of the dark that he sometimes
heard when Obi-Wan wasn’t hiding, seductive and quiet in his ears.
“Are you scared yet?” Obi-Wan hissed as Palpatine backed away
from them steadily. “Can you feel it yet Sidious? The quickening
pulse of the Galaxy? The racing fire of the dark side? The end of
your plans as we get ever closer to you? You can barely dodge anymore
or meet our sabers. There will be no escape for you, you wanted my
head? I will have yours.” Obi-Wan hissed in delight, the dark
delight suffusing the Force with Obi-Wan’s emotions.
It should scare him.
Obi-Wan should scare him but he knows how long Obi-Wan’s been
looking for revenge and Anakin understands revenge like no other Jedi
ever could. He himself has tasted it after the death of his mother.
He wonders, would it have tasted sweeter if he had waited for cold
revenge and plotted like Obi-Wan?
It did not matter.
The path from the past were set and now the future ones were in the
making.
The rise of an Empire at Obi-Wan’s waiting fingertips, his beloved
talon bird sitting highest among the mighty with their names being
shone on by millions of stars.
Because he knew his place in this Empire that will be built, Padme
and Obi-Wan’s husband, Emperor consort and bodyguard to a man who
attracted trouble like honey attracted bees.
And as his saber effortlessly slices through Palpatine’s neck as
Obi-Wan led the red saber down to the floor with his blue one, Anakin
knew they would be victorious in the coming days as Obi-Wan’s eyes
sparkle with the vindication and glee from almost fourteen years of
planned vengeance finally coming to its culmination.
And perhaps he can be forgiven in that moment of adrenaline and Force
maelstrom he’s caught in when he pulls Obi-Wan into his arms and
seals their lips in a deep kiss as lighting bounced harmlessly off
both of them until Obi-Wan stopped it.
Why should he deny himself anything anymore?
There was no need to hide anymore.
Obi-Wan’s eyes glittered as he pulled back with the darkness
leaving him to display only the green of his eyes with the edge of
terrifying yellow circling them, smile full of teeth on display. “An
Empire for us. No more yielding for the light, no more yielding to
the Jedi, no more yielding to Senators.” He whispered. “No more
waiting.”
“Nothing you promise or plead will with save you now.” Anakin
hissed at Palpatine, barely bothering to listen to the first words
the man had given him. “Did you think threatening mine would get me
you my sympathy?” Anakin dodged a cut towards his head as he kept
his voice low so no one but Palpatine would hear him. “Obi-Wan had
you pegged from the moment he meet you and he’s been keeping me on
my toes.”
Palpatine hissed, ready to attacked before his eyes widened, barely
dodging Obi-Wan’s blue saber as lighting sparkled around him.
“Nice try with the padawan-jack there little tiger but I’m afraid
the master position has been never been vacated.” Obi-Wan drawled
as he joined Anakin’s side with blood on his tunic, eyes sparkling
yellow as the Force pulsed with Obi-Wan’s steady darkness.
Dark or light, they still slotted together like the perfect puzzle
pieces, the very physical manifestation of their symbol fleet of the
open circle.
When Anakin went low, Obi-Wan went high.
When Obi-Wan went on the defense, Anakin was the offense.
Lighting sparkling over Obi-Wan’s frame and harmlessly bypassing
Anakin’s body to hit where Sidious had been moments before.
Anakin would give the man that, he was quick in both avoiding and
deflecting their sabers even with the two going after him with all
they could.
Well, Obi-Wan was doing his best even injured with blood on his
tunic.
It was making Anakin’s rage pump, Palpatine had attacked his
Obi-Wan, had almost killed him if not for Padme intervening and then
Anakin felt that whispering thrill of the dark that he sometimes
heard when Obi-Wan wasn’t hiding, seductive and quiet in his ears.
“Are you scared yet?” Obi-Wan hissed as Palpatine backed away
from them steadily. “Can you feel it yet Sidious? The quickening
pulse of the Galaxy? The racing fire of the dark side? The end of
your plans as we get ever closer to you? You can barely dodge anymore
or meet our sabers. There will be no escape for you, you wanted my
head? I will have yours.” Obi-Wan hissed in delight, the dark
delight suffusing the Force with Obi-Wan’s emotions.
It should scare him.
Obi-Wan should scare him but he knows how long Obi-Wan’s been
looking for revenge and Anakin understands revenge like no other Jedi
ever could. He himself has tasted it after the death of his mother.
He wonders, would it have tasted sweeter if he had waited for cold
revenge and plotted like Obi-Wan?
It did not matter.
The path from the past were set and now the future ones were in the
making.
The rise of an Empire at Obi-Wan’s waiting fingertips, his beloved
talon bird sitting highest among the mighty with their names being
shone on by millions of stars.
Because he knew his place in this Empire that will be built, Padme
and Obi-Wan’s husband, Emperor consort and bodyguard to a man who
attracted trouble like honey attracted bees.
And as his saber effortlessly slices through Palpatine’s neck as
Obi-Wan led the red saber down to the floor with his blue one, Anakin
knew they would be victorious in the coming days as Obi-Wan’s eyes
sparkle with the vindication and glee from almost fourteen years of
planned vengeance finally coming to its culmination.
And perhaps he can be forgiven in that moment of adrenaline and Force
maelstrom he’s caught in when he pulls Obi-Wan into his arms and
seals their lips in a deep kiss as lighting bounced harmlessly off
both of them until Obi-Wan stopped it.
Why should he deny himself anything anymore?
There was no need to hide anymore.
Obi-Wan’s eyes glittered as he pulled back with the darkness
leaving him to display only the green of his eyes with the edge of
terrifying yellow circling them, smile full of teeth on display. “An
Empire for us. No more yielding for the light, no more yielding to
the Jedi, no more yielding to Senators.” He whispered. “No more
waiting.”
“Why, welcome Mr Palpatine.” Obi-Wan’s voice is polite and warm
as he meets the man in the Rotunda’s halls with guards and
simpering Senator’s around him, a smile on his lips and his eyes
practically twinkling after yet another dismantling of power for the
former man and the inclusion of yet another former CSI planet into
the fold of the Republic now that a Jedi is the actual Chancellor,
one that’s actually been on the battlefield and seen the horror and
pain and is still a high General. “I must admit, I wasn’t
expecting to encounter you.” Obi-Wan’s head tilted curious, sun
caught in the lighter copper of his hair and had any of his lovers
seen him at that moment they would have called it a birds grace and
promptly ravaged him in private.
As it is, most just call it a curious head tilt.
Palpatine calls it mocking.
‘He knows…’ All those careful plans, all those lain out steady
and carefully over decades, ruined by this man and he knows it.
He knows he’s been pulling the threads of Sheev’s plans apart
slowly and steadily, bit by bit.
Pulling first Sheev’s seat of power out from under him, taking his
future apprentice from him, taking apart the CSI…
And then those green eyes light up with predatory yellow.
Only for a parasecond.
Sheev snarls as he understands just how far he’s been lead behind
the light as his lightsabers slides out into his palms from his
sleeves.
And just like that, the Force screams out as the bells rings.
Regardless who is victorious today, it will be the start of the end
and Palpatine will have to flee.
No more cloned bodies.
No more hidden power grabs.
But he will have Kenobi’s head!
()()()
The Rotunda explodes in a maelstrom of Force, dark, light and gray
all mixed and reaches all the way to the Jedi temple where several
master’s feels their heads pound in pain and shock as the darkness
pervades everything, even the light.
No one is sure what has happened.
No one except Knight Skywalker who is on his feet and running already,
towards the hanger where he has a speeder rearing and going before
anyone else can figure out what to do.
“Skywalker! Where are you going?!” Anakin responds to the comm
unthinkingly and almost curses himself out as he hears Windu over the
comm. But he responds like a dutiful Jedi should.
“Obi-Wan’s in trouble.” He snaps back. “And the Rotunda is
practically a tornado of Force. You can’t tell me its not him and a
Sith fighting and that’s where I’m going.” He does a reckless
dive with the speeder that would have had Obi-Wan and Padme yelling
at him.
There’s another curse and then Windu hangs up.
But at least it will garner them backup.
And as if magically summoned, Padme comms him too.
“Palpatine attacked Obi-Wan, Anakin, he’s slowing down!” The
first words out of her mouth freezes in his veins and Anakin feels
the dragon under his skin that first had him slaughter the Tuskens
hiss in rage.
“I’m on my way. I’m on my way!” He yells even as he takes
another reckless dive and barrel maneuver.
“Hurry. Obi-Wan’s injured.”
“Why, welcome Mr Palpatine.” Obi-Wan’s voice is polite and warm
as he meets the man in the Rotunda’s halls with guards and
simpering Senator’s around him, a smile on his lips and his eyes
practically twinkling after yet another dismantling of power for the
former man and the inclusion of yet another former CSI planet into
the fold of the Republic now that a Jedi is the actual Chancellor,
one that’s actually been on the battlefield and seen the horror and
pain and is still a high General. “I must admit, I wasn’t
expecting to encounter you.” Obi-Wan’s head tilted curious, sun
caught in the lighter copper of his hair and had any of his lovers
seen him at that moment they would have called it a birds grace and
promptly ravaged him in private.
As it is, most just call it a curious head tilt.
Palpatine calls it mocking.
‘He knows…’ All those careful plans, all those lain out steady
and carefully over decades, ruined by this man and he knows it.
He knows he’s been pulling the threads of Sheev’s plans apart
slowly and steadily, bit by bit.
Pulling first Sheev’s seat of power out from under him, taking his
future apprentice from him, taking apart the CSI…
And then those green eyes light up with predatory yellow.
Only for a parasecond.
Sheev snarls as he understands just how far he’s been lead behind
the light as his lightsabers slides out into his palms from his
sleeves.
And just like that, the Force screams out as the bells rings.
Regardless who is victorious today, it will be the start of the end
and Palpatine will have to flee.
No more cloned bodies.
No more hidden power grabs.
But he will have Kenobi’s head!
()()()
The Rotunda explodes in a maelstrom of Force, dark, light and gray
all mixed and reaches all the way to the Jedi temple where several
master’s feels their heads pound in pain and shock as the darkness
pervades everything, even the light.
No one is sure what has happened.
No one except Knight Skywalker who is on his feet and running already,
towards the hanger where he has a speeder rearing and going before
anyone else can figure out what to do.
“Skywalker! Where are you going?!” Anakin responds to the comm
unthinkingly and almost curses himself out as he hears Windu over the
comm. But he responds like a dutiful Jedi should.
“Obi-Wan’s in trouble.” He snaps back. “And the Rotunda is
practically a tornado of Force. You can’t tell me its not him and a
Sith fighting and that’s where I’m going.” He does a reckless
dive with the speeder that would have had Obi-Wan and Padme yelling
at him.
There’s another curse and then Windu hangs up.
But at least it will garner them backup.
And as if magically summoned, Padme comms him too.
“Palpatine attacked Obi-Wan, Anakin, he’s slowing down!” The
first words out of her mouth freezes in his veins and Anakin feels
the dragon under his skin that first had him slaughter the Tuskens
hiss in rage.
“I’m on my way. I’m on my way!” He yells even as he takes
another reckless dive and barrel maneuver.
“Hurry. Obi-Wan’s injured.”
Humming a bit, Obi-Wan lifted his forearm off his eyes as fingers
tickled his feet, smiling at Padme who was standing at the end of the
couch with an amused look on her face as Obi-Wan rested on his back
over Anakin’s lap.
“That can’t be comfortable.” She noted.
“It is actually. Anakin pours heat like a furnace and it feels very
good against my spine.” Obi-Wan chuckled before lifting his head.
“And I have this pillow over my head and my shoulders so nothing
ache.” He sighed happily.
“And Anakin petting your stomach has nothing to do with this?”
She grinned, outright laughing when Obi-Wan practically purred as her
husband rubbed Obi-Wan’s stomach.
“Well perhaps just a little, Anakin has marvelous hands.” The
redhead praised.
Leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Anakin’s cheek, Padme smiled
softer at that. “Don’t I know it, he’s good at pampering.”
She noted.
“If you two are trying to make me blush, its not going to work
unless one of you gets nude and dance around in body paint.” Anakin
noted, tone hopeful.
Both Padme and Obi-Wan outright laughed at that as Padme moved to
order some food for all three and Obi-Wan let his head drop back down
on the pillow to enjoy the hand still rubbing his stomach steadily
and carefully.
Obi-Wan sighed in pleasure then smirked a bit, feeling a swirl in the
Force that brought a shiver down his back and almost made him purr,
especially when Anakin glanced around in confusion. “Felt that did
you?” He teased gently.
“Yeah…was that you?” Anakin blinked down at him and tilted his
head confusedly when Obi-Wan shook his head. “Then…”
“Palpatine is losing his touch.” Obi-Wan sniggered softly.
“Was that him?” Anakin’s eyes widened in shock. “He’s
going to expose himself to the Jedi if he continues like this.” He
settled on and watched as Obi-Wan laughed in utter delight while
wiggling a bit on Anakin’s lap.
“I know! Isn’t it utterly delightful? He’ll be the mark of his
own destruction via exposing himself to the Jedi and I’ve already
started to dismantle his hold on the Senate and the planets under his
care. Of course there are the political ramifications of the
Seperatists but that will be dealt with too as time passes but if he
continues like this I won’t have to lift a hand against him.”
Obi-Wan sat up on his lovers lap and kissed him. “He’ll be the
maker of his own undoing~” He purred.
Contagious as Obi-Wan’s joy was, Anakin laughed with him and
wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan as Padme returned to the couch to get
the news out of Obi-Wan.
She too laughed when he explained and gave both her Jedi’s soft
kisses. “I like how he’s throwing a tantrum like a five year old
being taken away their toys.” She settled on with a grin.
“Oh I know, its utterly delicious.” Obi-Wan cooed before sighing
in bliss and leaning in to nuzzle his and Padme’s noses together.
“And I couldn’t have done it without the two of you helping me.
Dear beloved ones.” He smiled softer and peppered Padme’s face
with gentle kisses before repeating the gesture with Anakin. “My
beloved ones.” He murmured, eyes flashing golden.
Humming a bit, Obi-Wan lifted his forearm off his eyes as fingers
tickled his feet, smiling at Padme who was standing at the end of the
couch with an amused look on her face as Obi-Wan rested on his back
over Anakin’s lap.
“That can’t be comfortable.” She noted.
“It is actually. Anakin pours heat like a furnace and it feels very
good against my spine.” Obi-Wan chuckled before lifting his head.
“And I have this pillow over my head and my shoulders so nothing
ache.” He sighed happily.
“And Anakin petting your stomach has nothing to do with this?”
She grinned, outright laughing when Obi-Wan practically purred as her
husband rubbed Obi-Wan’s stomach.
“Well perhaps just a little, Anakin has marvelous hands.” The
redhead praised.
Leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Anakin’s cheek, Padme smiled
softer at that. “Don’t I know it, he’s good at pampering.”
She noted.
“If you two are trying to make me blush, its not going to work
unless one of you gets nude and dance around in body paint.” Anakin
noted, tone hopeful.
Both Padme and Obi-Wan outright laughed at that as Padme moved to
order some food for all three and Obi-Wan let his head drop back down
on the pillow to enjoy the hand still rubbing his stomach steadily
and carefully.
Obi-Wan sighed in pleasure then smirked a bit, feeling a swirl in the
Force that brought a shiver down his back and almost made him purr,
especially when Anakin glanced around in confusion. “Felt that did
you?” He teased gently.
“Yeah…was that you?” Anakin blinked down at him and tilted his
head confusedly when Obi-Wan shook his head. “Then…”
“Palpatine is losing his touch.” Obi-Wan sniggered softly.
“Was that him?” Anakin’s eyes widened in shock. “He’s
going to expose himself to the Jedi if he continues like this.” He
settled on and watched as Obi-Wan laughed in utter delight while
wiggling a bit on Anakin’s lap.
“I know! Isn’t it utterly delightful? He’ll be the mark of his
own destruction via exposing himself to the Jedi and I’ve already
started to dismantle his hold on the Senate and the planets under his
care. Of course there are the political ramifications of the
Seperatists but that will be dealt with too as time passes but if he
continues like this I won’t have to lift a hand against him.”
Obi-Wan sat up on his lovers lap and kissed him. “He’ll be the
maker of his own undoing~” He purred.
Contagious as Obi-Wan’s joy was, Anakin laughed with him and
wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan as Padme returned to the couch to get
the news out of Obi-Wan.
She too laughed when he explained and gave both her Jedi’s soft
kisses. “I like how he’s throwing a tantrum like a five year old
being taken away their toys.” She settled on with a grin.
“Oh I know, its utterly delicious.” Obi-Wan cooed before sighing
in bliss and leaning in to nuzzle his and Padme’s noses together.
“And I couldn’t have done it without the two of you helping me.
Dear beloved ones.” He smiled softer and peppered Padme’s face
with gentle kisses before repeating the gesture with Anakin. “My
beloved ones.” He murmured, eyes flashing golden.
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