Jan. 16th, 2017

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Jan. 16th, 2017 12:25 am
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You ever have those times where probably the only thing that keeps the vise-grip of a panic attack at bay would probably involve someone using anesthesia on you? (And lucky me, the primary anesthesia didn’t work.)

Yeah. That’s…been the last…uhm…huh. That’s been the last year and change. It just got worse lately by a factor of I Don’t Know But It Sucks.

Cut for details because this runs long, but I’m trying to provide a full picture and not fail at it, or whine any more than I am right now. (Nope, already failed at not whining. Dammit.)

This is basically me getting down on my knees and begging for survival, except my knees already hurt so let’s just pretend I did that part, okay?

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Guys. I don’t care if I have to reblog this thing ten million times. I don’t care if I have to do commission on her behalf. Help her out.
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The memory of their touch burns him even now in the cold rain as he slowly makes his way through the market on Hosnian Prime, rain dripping of his hood as he keeps it as low as possible.

Soft summers on Naboo with gentle hands brushing his legs and strong arms wrapped around his shoulders as he relaxed and looked forward to a future that perhaps could be happier then the past he had.

The yellow eyes and Padme’s intrigued expression at the promise Anakin had given her, the curve of her belly, the gentle hands resting on it as Anakin offered her the galaxy to rule with justice and peace as she saw fit.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and released it slowly as he continued walking. He had not wanted to end up on Hosinan Prime honestly but that was where the smugglers were going, he needed to reach the outer rims and hoped for a transport there. Months on the run from the two who were reaching across planets slowly but steadily.

It was amazing however how no one even gave him two looks after he had shaved his beard and let his hair grow long, no one recognizing him as the famed negotiator despite his poster hanging everywhere.

But not like the other escaped Jedi’s. His did not say wanted, his said missing.

Missing.

Missing husband of Empress Amidala and Emperor Skywalker.

He tucked his robe more around himself and glanced about warily as uneasy emotions started to permeate the Force. Obi-Wan stopped, eyes flickering around, a familiar sensation crawling up his spine.

Anakin.

He could feel Anakin.

Anakin was on Hosinan Prime.

He barely dodged the blaster before it impacted where he had been standing, screams sending the crowds scattering as he looked around wildly until he saw the clone sniper on the roof. Even from a distance he could see blue on their armor.

The 501.

Anakin’s troops.

He dodged the next blast from a different direction even as troopers appeared in each direction  of the market. Some with blue and some with orange.

The 212.

Obi-Wan was boxed in by his and Anakin’s troopers.

He needed to run, he needed to run no- “Obi-Wan.”

That voice, that impossibly calm and teasing voice. “I believe its time to stop running now Obi-Wan. You’ve lead me on a merry chase but Padme would rather you’d come home now to meet the twins.”

Obi-Wan slowly looked towards the voice, his stomach turning unpleasantly at Anakin’s smiling face and yellow eyes as he kept his own hood low. He didn’t answer and the blond sighed quietly. “Come now Obi-Wan, I don’t want to hurt you but you need to come home now.”

A fine line of exaustion trembled through Obi-Wan and Anakin eyed it with all the concern in the world laid bare. “You’re shivering, really, you are to take care of yourself more husband of ours.”

“I never stood in a church and I never said yes.” Obi-Wan rasped out and Anakin’s brow furrowed at the tone.

“Are you sick Obi-Wan?” He walked towards the man, uncaring of the danger of approaching a cornered Jedi.

Then again, he knew that Obi-Wan would never strike him down, so what did he have to fear. Obi-Wan bowed his head, he had no where to run, Anakin was right there in front of him with both their troopers on each side and stationed on the roof and this time he had no conveniently placed ship that would take him away.

He watched black boots stop in front of him before a gloved hand went under his chin and tipped his head up, Anakin’s other hand pulling the hood back enough to see him.

Surprised yellow and exhausted green meet.

“You shaved.” Anakin rested his hand against a fevered cheek. “And you ARE sick.” The other tisked before placing a firm hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “SLEEP.”

Obi-Wan struggled against the Force suggestion but exhaustion and illness finally caught up on him and he collapsed against the taller mans chest, unaware of the world as he was picked up by the Emperor of the Empire and carried away.

()()()

He ignored them at the dinner table, it was easier to ignore them if he just didn’t join them.

Sitting in the window sill and staring at the world outside as they talked softly with each other before Padme rose to her feet and moved to him, placing an elegant hand on his shoulder. “Come eat Obi-Wan, I will not have it said I starve you.”

Gentle words and touches tearing him apart from the inside even as he stood and mutely followed her to the table, settling down to a plate full of what was his favorites. He stared at it for a long time before slowly tucking in, if he didn’t eat they’d just trick him to it later.

When he had woken up after being caught, Obi-Wan had no idea how long had passed there had been three things he had been instantly aware of.

One, he could no longer reach for the Force though he could feel it.

Two, Anakin and Padme were in the room with him.

And three, there was a bandage wrapped around his calf.

He had gotten his explanation for the first one, Anakin and Padme had a tracker and a Force inhibitor surgically placed into him.

To prevent him escaping again.

That had been weeks ago and his voice had become a rarity.

They still brought him to their bed and their touch still burned him but during those moments he could forget the world outside and during that time his voice could be heard as they teased it out of him with slow and loving touches.
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Credence would be able to breathe. Here is someone who is just like him - it’s a sense, a taste, a touch, something indescribable - but he knows. She is just like him. He’s staring down at her in awe and a little bit of fear, while Kamala -

Kamala looks up at him, face calm. This is someone like her, and she knows - but the revelation brings no fear, only peace, and a strange sense of recognition. This is someone who is hurting - as she hurt, before Mummy came. Before Mummy came, and made the bad people go away - Mummy, who gave her a bath and real clothes, who hugged her and told her there was nothing wrong with her. Mummy, who made himself her family, and gave her a family - it’s her and Mummy and Uncle ‘Seus, and the niffler and Pickett and Addie and everyone in the case.

This is someone like her. But he doesn’t have a Mummy.

It’s all right, though. Because Kamala is her Mummy’s daughter, and she wants to help.

Kamala holds out her hands to the shivering (so frightened, he’s so scared, and she remembers) Obscuriel.
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I think there’s actually a very good reason why Grindelwald never tried to contact the twins via mail and always ambushed them wearing another person’s face. It’s called mail wards - and I’m not sure, but I think they might actually be canon. Either way, there has to be some method of filtering the letters that one receives - case in point, Harry. There is no doubt that quite a few wizards tried to send him letters etc throughout his childhood - he was the most famous person in magical England, and real-life celebrities get how much fan mail per day? And yet he never received any of it.

It is my opinion that Albus Dumbledore of the three middle names set his personal mail wards to shred anything sent by Gellert Grindelwald. His children and the rest of their extended family followed his example as soon as it was a reasonable option - hence, Grindelwald being forced to stalk them in person.
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I think there’s actually a very good reason why Grindelwald never tried to contact the twins via mail and always ambushed them wearing another person’s face. It’s called mail wards - and I’m not sure, but I think they might actually be canon. Either way, there has to be some method of filtering the letters that one receives - case in point, Harry. There is no doubt that quite a few wizards tried to send him letters etc throughout his childhood - he was the most famous person in magical England, and real-life celebrities get how much fan mail per day? And yet he never received any of it.

It is my opinion that Albus Dumbledore of the three middle names set his personal mail wards to shred anything sent by Gellert Grindelwald. His children and the rest of their extended family followed his example as soon as it was a reasonable option - hence, Grindelwald being forced to stalk them in person.
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I think there’s actually a very good reason why Grindelwald never tried to contact the twins via mail and always ambushed them wearing another person’s face. It’s called mail wards - and I’m not sure, but I think they might actually be canon. Either way, there has to be some method of filtering the letters that one receives - case in point, Harry. There is no doubt that quite a few wizards tried to send him letters etc throughout his childhood - he was the most famous person in magical England, and real-life celebrities get how much fan mail per day? And yet he never received any of it.

It is my opinion that Albus Dumbledore of the three middle names set his personal mail wards to shred anything sent by Gellert Grindelwald. His children and the rest of their extended family followed his example as soon as it was a reasonable option - hence, Grindelwald being forced to stalk them in person.
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Yes, that would be perfect. Maybe Graves gets a new wand with a core made from one of his own hairs from when he was in unicorn form? (I don’t know how much he’ll want to use his own wand considering Grindelwald was using it for months while he was impersonating him…)
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….OMG, and it is the one version where this doesn’t end in tragedy. Because I can’t see Newt acting the way Salazar did to Muggleborns ever.
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And everything turns out sunshine and rainbows, please, my heart can’t take it. I go to the Dumbledore Scamanders AU when I want angst. Let us have our crack, pleeeeeeeease.
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relationship status: Married, and currently cohabiting with my spouse.

last song/music I listened to: Hm. Let me check my music history - I’m honestly not sure, but I think it was “I’m Still Standing”, by Elton John, as performed by Taron Egerton. …ok, so I was listening to the Sing soundtrack, it might have been that or “Hallelujah”, as performed by Tori Kelly…

top 3 shows: I honestly don’t watch TV shows very often. Top three TV shows that are currently in my mind/that I am watching clips of on Youtube: The Tudors, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, and Bleach. 

top 3 characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Percival Graves, and Urahara Kisuke.

top 3 ships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywaler/Padme Naberrie (my OT3!), Percival Graves/Newt Scamander, and Urahara Kisuke/Kurosaki Ichigo.

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