#under the condition that he would never return or contact the family again) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

staratdawn · 9 months

Text

I thought about au with blind Regulus and deaf Sirius. It is not congenital, most likely acquired after 5 years of Sirius and 4 years of Regulus at Hogwarts. Their mother's unsuccessful punishment spell hit both brothers. Total blindness forever for Regulus, too much damage to do anything about it, even magic is powerless. Sirius rolled down the stairs, hitting his head on all corners, causing serious damage to the head, including the auditory cortex. The predictions of the Black' personal doctor were positive, of course, no one was going to upset them. But the hearing does not return to Sirius in a year or two.

And this difficult for them, almost impossible to make contact, despair splashes, their psycho-emotional state is not just a light wind, it's a fucking storm, like, they never can be ok again. They need more than a one year to talk to each other again. It's been hard before, don't think they don't love each other, we all know true, and yet their family didn't anticipate the possibility of healthy communication among its members. But now it takes a lot more effort to talk. Sirius can't hear, but he can speak. Regulus can speak and hear, but cannot see. So, Sirius speaks. Sometimes Regulus answers and Sirius lip-reads, it gets better and better with the years but never perfect the meaning of some phrases is inevitably lost, but that's something they can at least handle. Sometimes Regulus writes — he remembers good how it's done, but still a little awkward, not nearly as perfect as it used to be, and yet understandable enough. They learn to use it more often. Talk more often. It is important for them not to lose connect. They seem to have lost it all their lives and only learned to fix it when it was too fucking late.This was exactly the moment when Sirius runs away from home and starts living with James. And Regulus needs time, his parents are careful with him, they no longer try to be as cruel as they used to be, mostly just words, and over the years he managed to develop a good immunity, they do not hurt as much as they could. Sirius hates himself for not being able to take Regulus. They still didn't talk back then, it was so difficult for them and Sirius couldn't just ask Regulus to come with him, he didn't believe he could protect him and felt incredibly vulnerable. But he offers in a year and Regulus agrees.

When they get back to Hogwarts, things clearly change. Honestly, even too much. Regulus has a specially trained guide dog, this is a collie named Lyra (actually, in honor of the constellation, but he did not tell anyone about it except Pandora), she is big, soft and fluffy, and she is also smart and really very strong helps him. He also has a cane inlaid with many spells, so he knows Hogwarts quite well, much better than the first years (which is a dubious achievement, but nonetheless).

Sirius is trying to cope with his condition, mostly not really knowing what to do. I'm thinking of a spell he might have found one day to help take notes, literally translate the words spoken by the professor into text (I know there's nothing like that in canon, but it would be fair if there was, and generally, I just don't care about canon, I REALLY don't care, it's there because I made it up right now). He carries around a notepad and pen so that people can write what they want to say to him, but he also often understands what they are saying by watching their lips move. He can also talk, but he can't hear himself, so it's often very loud/very quiet, he prefers to write, but in the company of marauders, he doesn't care if he seems stupid or awkward.

I think Regulus, even after losing his sight, plays the piano, it is important for him to hear and feel the keys under his fingers, it grounds him, calms him down, makes him feel whole. Sometimes it is unbearable, but more often it gets easier than worse. (As he gets older, there are days when his hands shake too much and he can't find the right keys. Then Lily kisses his temple and James puts his hands over Regulus', they play slowly, making Regulus feel more, feel integrity, pushing the keys until he's finally okay)

And sometimes their duet with Sirius is also heartbreaking. Sirius can't hear but can guide his hands, he just feels, he has enough feeling, he doesn't really like to play. He desperately wants to help Regulus. And he sees the keys, he may be his eyes.

So, speaking of marauders. Honestly, James was the first to know. I think Sirius ran away to him somewhere in the middle of summer vacation, so James went to Hogwarts already fluent in sign language and actively continuing his studies. They met Peter during that time, so he definitely found out, even if Sirius didn't want to show it, and sign language was incredibly difficult for Peter, but he tried!! (damn, he tries so hard to be tactful, I just know it, he doesn't want to offend him, he doesn't even speak in his presence, but mostly writes on a notepad to make Sirius comfortable!!!)

Remus only finds out at Hogwarts, not because Sirius doesn't want to tell him, but because Sirius feels bad and doesn't want to appear weak in front of his boyfriend, ok. In this universe, there is no prank, so they are really happy together, but Sirius's disability is very difficult, and he wants to withdraw into himself and never share his burden with anyone. But he still has to do it when they meet on the train, and it's, well, never been easy, ok? Sirius also believes that he is much more fortunate than Regulus and feels guilty because people surround him with care, it seems to him that he does not deserve it.

I also think that Remus KNOWS sign language very well (I headcanon him with a large family, several younger and one older sister, I think one of his sisters is deaf so he had to learn sign language for her, I can talk about his sisters, in case anyone is wondering, I just love the concept of a big family where Remus is the middle child, and he is the only wizard, except for Lyall, if we are not talking about the fact that Pandora could be his sister. He also suffers from lycanthropy, and I think one of his sisters might, but that's another TALK....but, you know, he'll never be alone and his family is, well, a little wolf-family-pack. ..okay, just let me know if anyone is interested, this isn't even about Remus, I should fucking shut up) so that makes things a little easier? Except that Sirius himself needs time to learn sign language, but it's absolutely in his best interest, so he's trying so hard. Remus really tries to take care of him, he shares his notes with him before Sirius finds that spell (he's never done this before and it was never needed, but now Sirius is so grateful) and he's definitely taking the translator's position a bit with people who do not know sign language, he really is not a burden, because Sirius will never be a burden for him. Never.

And also I think that Regulus has a spell that makes the book read itself, which makes life easier, magic is beautiful. And he definitely learns to read braille later, but I don't think it's very common among wizards (he probably isn't at all. but over time his life is so closely intertwined with muggle world, he can't ignore it)

Let's talk about girls! I like to think that Lily was fluent in sign language before that, as if she seems like someone who will know it, or at least try to learn it. Mary and Marlene absolutely don't know but they are really good friends so they try. And Marlene is in love with being able to write constant notes in a notebook (gives atmosphere. She puts Sirius notes between textbooks, very, very many notes in a day, they become less over time, but she was never going to throw constant gossip with her bestfriend, thanks, even deafness will not interfere with her). Mary also uses her notebook to write for Sirius when she wants to say something.

I also think that Lily absolutely cares about Regulus (platonically or romantically, your choice), but she doesn't know what she can do for him, she just goes with him all the time, almost seems to blend in with the Slytherins. She reads books to him aloud because he likes how soothing her voice sounds, he actually has an amazing memory, he quotes something from what he has read before or from what he heard from Lily.

Evan and Barty don't know how to act at first. But over time it gets easier. Like there's no problem putting things back where they belong so that Regulus can move around the room with ease, at which point they're very clean. They try to spend a lot of time with him, sometimes it's even annoying, he can say it, but honestly he is grateful.

(also Lyra is absolutely delighted with Barty and Pandora, when Regulus is in bed and she doesn't help him anymore, she often goes to Barty's to get her helping strokes)

Dorcas is so excited when she finds out about this, she is actually so mad at his family. One of her best friends will never fucking see anything else because of his family (Regulus never told them the reason but they know. They all know). She is very afraid of how unsafe he can be in his house, but she obviously does not show it, it would be inappropriate and not quite in her character. She tries to be tactful and act like nothing has changed. And she's also very supportive, actually, she's just not clingy like Barty and Evan, for example, she's just expressing help in the little things, I would say. Her help is usually silent, but also surprisingly eloquent.

I didn't say much about Pandora, I'm sorry. They have an amazingly cute duo and an interesting way of getting around, when Regulus assumes his animagus form, he is also blind, but he is literally cat, so she often carries him around in her arms to his destination. It's faster. Oh, and she was the one who helped him find the spell to read!!

Also, I think Sirius's hearing will start to recover at some point, but it will never be good enough, it's just... some sounds, more sounds than total silence. I didn't mention hearing aids before and I don't think they're common among wizards, but he'll definitely use them when they get out in muggle London and, well, it won't give him perfect hearing, but it's a lot better than nothing...

(little bonus: when Sirius wants to be kissed, but he doesn't want to write about it in a notebook or make gestures because it will upset the mood, he puts his finger on his lips or on his forehead or on his cheek, my boy just wants kisses. And he spreads his arms out to the side when he's waiting for a hug and doesn't want to initiate it first. when alone with Remus, sometimes he just reaches out his palms. Oh, and he claps his hands when he tries to get someone's attention. It's easier for him not to talk than to talk so he keeps the conversations to a minimum)

art: likeafunerall

#jegulus #marauders #regulily #jegulily #lily evans #james potter #regulus and pandora #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #blind regulus #deaf sirius #pandora lupin #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #regulus and dorcas #dorcas meadowes #sirius and marlene

97 notes · View notes

youareapipedream · 1 year

Text

Aaron and Andrew

Here is a sort of guide to the twins pasts and how they met, and their relationship with each other throughout the years.

(I really hope this makes sense, do let me know if anything is confusing)

When they were separated

Tilda Minyard became pregnant after what Nicky believes is a one night stand. Once the twins were born, Tilda gave them both up to foster care a few days after they were born. Consumed by the guilt of giving her children up, she returned to the system and decided to take only one of them back. The one she chose wound up being Aaron.

Due to the fact that Tilda didn’t register the twins under a last name, Andrew wound up staying in the foster system under the name

“Andrew Doe” and bounced from family to family, none of them good, until he was thirteen. At this time, he moved in with the Spears. Cass and Richard Spear were the first family Andrew truly felt a connection to, more so Cass than Richard. Cass wanted to adopt Andrew, and he wanted to let her.

The problem was, the Spear’s biological son, Drake, started to sexually abuse Andrew. Andrew finally felt like he had a real family, a real mother, in Cass. Drake was graduating soon and he wanted to join the army right out of high school. Andrew thought that if he could last until Drake graduated, then he could have the mother he wanted and wouldn’t have to give her up because of Drake’s abuse.

Then, Officer Higgins from Oakland PD, who knew Andrew, saw Aaron who was with his mother and her boyfriend at a football game. Higgins believed Tilda was another foster parent and that the twins got separated in the system.

Higgins convinced Tilda to give him her number so he could give it to Cass Spear. She did, likely out of embarrassment and received a call the next day. Tilda told Cass that she wanted nothing to do with Andrew. Aaron, aware of what the call was about, listened on the home phone upstairs. He heard Tilda say that she didn’t want Aaron to meet Andrew. Aaron had a huge fight with Tilda but she wouldn’t budge, so Aaron went behind her back and contacted the Oakland PD. Aaron told them to give his information to Andrew’s foster family. Two weeks after, Aaron got a letter from Andrew telling him that he wanted nothing to do with Aaron, and to leave him alone.

While Aaron was trying to convince Andrew to meet him, so was Drake. Drake harassed Andrew, trying to get him to agree to meet Aaron. This was the reason Andrew refused to do it. Andrew didn’t care what happened to him at the hands of Drake, but he didn’t want anyone else to deal with it, especially the brother he’s never met. Cass convinced Aaron to try again later, and he was going to but he waited too long. Andrew decided to get himself locked up in a juvenile facility to escape Drake’s abuse. Juvie is where Andrew learned to play Exy,

With their mother

About two months after all of this happened, Tilda took Aaron and moved him to Columbia. Once Luther, Tilda’s brother and Nicky’s father, found out about Andrew, he went to interview Andrew’s foster family. A month later, Luther flew himself and Aaron out to California to see Andrew. Aaron picked up Exy in school as a way to get out of the house for a few extra hours to escape Tilda’s abuse.

Andrew noticed something was wrong and didn’t believe that the bruises came from Exy, and so he did everything in his power to get out. A year after this first short visit, Andrew got released from Juvie on good behavior, and put on probation. Luther managed to convince Tilda to take him in and so Andrew moved to Columbia. Andrew found out that Tilda has gotten Aaron addicted to drugs.

Andrew didn’t like Tilda, and made that very clear, but he and Aaron had a cautious, but somewhat friendly relationship. Andrew and Aaron made a deal, Andrew would stick with Aaron until high school graduation, and protect him from women who wanted to hurt him, on the condition that Aaron ice out anyone else. Andrew initially did this to get Aaron to stop seeing the friends who enabled his addiction. Aaron, even with the deal in place, tried to make friends and even date a few girls. One night, Andrew pretended to be Aaron and got into a fight with Tilda. Andrew made it to Luther’s house, which is how the Hemmicks found out about Tilda’s abuse. Luther called Tilda to talk but she took Andrew and left.

It’s uncertain what exactly happened to cause the car to crash, Nicky thought maybe Tilda panicked when she realized it wasn’t Aaron in the car, or Andrew did it on purpose, or if they were fighting. It is later implied by Andrew that he staged the entire accident, yet what exactly happened that caused the crash is still not known. Tilda wasn’t wearing her seatbelt and died during the accident.

Aaron believes that Andrew killed Tilda because she left him in the foster care system. Andrew says that he killed Tilda because she hurt Aaron. Tilda’s death destroyed the fledgling relationship between the twins.

With Nicky

Nicky Hemmick was in Germany when he found out about his Aunt Tilda’s death and when he came back to the states for her funeral, he was told that his father was planning to take in the twins. Nicky was miserable when he lived with his parents and didn’t want the twins to have to deal with what he went through so Nicky became their legal guardians. They got a house in Columbia and the first thing Andrew did was stock the upstairs bathroom with canned food and other supplies and lock Aaron in it, forcing him through withdrawal. Nicky got a job at the restaurant Sweeties where he and the twins were introduced to a non-addictive drug called “cracker dust” to try and help Aaron with his addiction. He found out from customers about Eden’s Twilight and got a job there by befriending one of the bartenders, Roland. Eventually he got both of the twins part time jobs at the club.

Medication

Two years before the start of The Foxhole Court, Nicky was attacked outside of Eden’s Twilight by four men because of his sexuality. Andrew stepped in and nearly beat all four of them to death. The courts rules that the violence took a step too far past self defense and Andrew’s lawyer managed to convince them to have Andrew engage in intensive counseling and be medicated for three years instead of going to prison.

With the Foxes

Andrew was scouted by Edgar Allen University, with Kevin and Riko, but he turned them down and nearly immediately signed with the Palmetto State Foxes. He signed with the Foxes because Coach Wymack was willing to sign his brother and cousin as well as let Andrew come off his medication for Exy games. All three joined the team.

During the series, the twins rarely interact with each other unless they have to, showing a distant and oftentimes cold relationship. Aaron blames Andrew for Tilda’s death, and Andrew refuses to apologize for keeping his end of the deal they made, even if Aaron won’t.

In The Raven King, while Nicky is trying to reconnect with his parents, Drake is waiting upstairs and attacks Andrew. Neil notices something is wrong and takes Aaron upstairs to help Andrew. Upon seeing what was happening, Aaron murders Drake to help Andrew. After the attack, the decision is made to send Andrew to rehab to get him off of his mood altering medication. He comes back and seems even more uninterested in his brother than usual.

During The King’s Men, Neil manipulates Katelyn, Aarons girlfriend into shutting him out until the twins go to counseling together. Eventually, they do start going and attempting to work out some of their issues. Later in the book, Aaron uses their deal against Andrew, if Aaron can’t have a relationship with Katelyn because of their deal, then technically Andrew was breaking their deal by doing what he was doing with Neil. Andrew angrily and reluctantly agrees to end the deal with Aaron and confronts Katelyn in the library where he tells her that even though he is allowing her to see Aaron, that doesn’t mean he approves of or likes her. He tells her to stay away from him. Aaron and Neil end up switching rooms, Neil moving in with Kevin, Nicky, and Andrew, and Aaron moving in with Matt.

After the books

The twin’s relationship improves slowly over time, but eventually they acknowledge each other outside of the counseling sessions. According to a post from Nora’s Twitter, after the twins graduate and figure out they have to leave each other “Aaron catches hold of Andrew and Andrew is the last to let go.” After graduation, Aaron proposes to Katelyn right before his fifth year at Palmetto and they get married shortly after graduation. Neil manages to convince Andrew to go to the wedding but it takes two separate favors to do so, one to get Andrew to go and the other to make sure Andrew doesn’t threaten Katelyn. Aaron and Katelyn move to Chicago after graduating from Medical school and decide not to have children because of their busy careers and general disinterest in having any. Andrew lives with Neil and they adopt two cats while having successful professional Exy careers.

#aftg #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #neil josten #nicky hemmick #I really hope this makes sense for y’all #oh look it speaks #I think about these two so much it’s unhealthy #If anyone has any questions let me know #Also do suggest ideas of other things I can try to clarify about this series #<3 #this is so many words #i am so sorry

30 notes · View notes

infinityactual · 10 months

Text

So, @sarnakhwritesthings said the Shotgun Confiscation bit sounded neat.

Context: Lasky, Sarah and a handful of other personnel and Spartans have been marooned on what was originally Skopje by ‘Cortana’ (or something posing as her) and have been going on approximately a year of guerilla warfare against Promethean forces in an attempt to either get to a UNSC friendly planet using a Forerunner portal system, or at least to a place they can make contact and get picked up. John and Blue Team finally find them after eavesdropping on comm chatter. Yes there is a hint of Johnsky because I have a brand to maintain.

---

The instant he saw a UNSC shotgun barrel, John moved to disarm instead of kill. He swatted the weapon aside with his right hand, then grabbed the barrel and slide with his left and yanked it toward him. The ODST followed his shotgun with a yelp, and as John turned he lifted with his left hand and shoved the man into the dirt by slamming his open palm into his back.

John turned to assess the condition and approximate number of the ODST’s companions as the Helljumper coughed, then yelled at him in a familiar voice.

“I LOVE YOU TOO, ASS!” John’s head snapped back toward the man picking himself up, the visor now depolarized to reveal the soldier’s identity.

Tom…?!

“Apologies, sir,” Was all John could muster. Thomas looked up at him with that comfortingly familiar annoyed look, before his face disappeared behind blue glass again.

“Can I have my gun back?” His voice sounded exasperated, rough and emotional for a split second before he recovered, and John returned the shotgun.

[Events Occur, John and Blue team follow Tom and Sarah back to their makeshift camp they’ve been living out of for the past few days]

John watched as Tom wiped himself down for the first time in weeks. He had stripped from the waist up, and it was obvious that his time on the former colony world hadn’t been easy.

Not that John would have expected it to be.

The charcoal camo BDUs hung loosely from Tom's hips, and the muscles of his abdomen, chest and arms were now well-defined. But he didn't look fitter, or even healthy for that matter. He looked diminished somehow, smaller. His face was thinner, and at first John hadn't been able to tell if his eyes were slightly sunken or if the darkness was from lack of rest. He now suspected it was a bit of both.

John wondered vaguely if Tom had seen him as similarly haggard when he'd first removed his helmet in the captain's company, and if that had contributed to him insisting that John and Blue Team were well fed, not just fed enough. The longer, wavy hair pulled back into a crude bun at the back of Tom's head looked a little silly, but it did the job of keeping the longer hair out of his face.

A deep sigh from Tom drew John back to the present. He was wringing out a cloth into the stream, then tossed it flat on a nearby boulder to dry. He pulled the black ODST undershirt back on, which hung loosely instead of hugging his torso like it normally would have under the combat gear, then gingerly picked his way across the rocky shore, swearing a few times, and sat next to John's spot on the fallen log.

"Been a long time since we came across a big enough stream to clean up even a little...feels nice to be slightly less gross."

"Mmh." John responded, and Tom chuckled softly.

John had never seen Tom with any facial hair, even in the numerous photos in his personnel file or any of the family photos he'd shared, and it almost made him itch just watching Tom smile.

John felt a sudden, overwhelming feeling he wasn’t sure how to describe. His love for Tom (It still felt strange to acknowledge their relationship that way) hadn’t faded any, but he felt disappointed that Tom looked so different and was momentarily embarrassed to admit, even to himself, that he’d been looking forward to hugging Tom around his soft middle, and kissing him without having to worry about...hair.

"Still not much for conversation, huh? It's fine, I don't particularly want to talk about the unique hell the last seven months have been. We've survived, but..." He trailed off as he scratched his jaw, paused and scratched his chin before making an irritated growl as he furiously scratched his cheeks with both hands.

"I cannot WAIT till I can get back to civilization and a proper shave, I hope you weren't wanting me to keep this."

"No, sir." John said, maybe a little too quickly. Anxiety clenched at his gut for a moment, but there was no indication from Tom that he'd read into the reply.

"Sarah offered to hack it off once, but combat knives aren't designed for faces and quite frankly, she had no idea what she was doing." Tom's voice had dropped to a near-whisper...but not low enough.

"SHUT UP, POM-POM HEAD!!" Palmer yelled from somewhere in the camp.

#halo fic #fic snippet #johnsky #thomas lasky #john 117 #sarah palmer #not really a wip per se

15 notes · View notes

entriprises · 2 months

Text

#ENTRIPRISES : an independent , low activity , mutuals only MULTI-MUSE featuring muses from all the corners of the universe ! written by birdie ( they/them , 21 + ) & exploring themes of . . . perseverance, writing the history books, in the face of overwhelming odds, humanity, family of choice, being your authentic self, stepping up, reaching out, and being a long ways away from home.

temp. info under the cut !

standard rp etiquette applies ! don’t follow if you’re under 18, ocs and multis and crossovers are always welcome here, you MUST be a mutual to interact. be kind always & hate and drama isn’t tolerated. for full rules you can check out my carrd for my other blog roster of muses :

MARK WATNEY the martian canon character , astronaut for the ares iii mission to mars , botany and mechanical engineering specialist — 36-41 , he/him , fc: rahul kohli

he earned a phd in plant biology and conservation, with an emphasis in hydropedalogy and environmental engineering. his work focused sustainability and resource management in earth’s critical zone and developing nations

a part of the ares iii mission, he was selected for his humor and good attitude, feeling it would be a good balance for the rest of the crew. he was also selected to experiment with plant growth using martian soil and gravity

he was left stranded on mars for 564 days or 18 months, until being successfully rescued and returned to earth

star trek verse: a starfleet scientist, he was left behind on a planet after an emergency abort by the shuttle and subsequently the whole ship due to life-threatening conditions. he was presumed to be dead from the storm until he was finally able to make contact with starfleet again thanks to a passing by research vessel. his rescue was difficult due to being in a region of space filled with anomalies, but eventually he was recovered and became a professor at the starfleet academy

ROMEO DIXON marvel original character , affiliated with lvebug , resident of 616 , drummer & creator of the band heart attack — 19-25 , he/him , fc: omar rudberg

a student at empire state university, he’s a classics major which comes as a surprise to no one given his name, and his family, if they know them. romeo’s parents are both theater actors, who own a small company together that puts on shakespearean plays.

he plays drums, percussion, backing vocals, and is 1/3 of the original creators of the band. romeo is the brains and the anchor of the group. he’s the most responsible one in the band and typically handles the plans surrounding gigs

when he’s not busy with the band, or school, he’s got a pretty big other side job: love bug’s guy in the chair! andie eliot is one of romeo’s best friends, and a secret keeper of her identity as a superhero

CHARLES ‘TRIP’ TUCKER III star trek: enterprise canon character , chief engineer & commander for the historic enterprise nx-01 — 30-40 , he/him , fc: connor trinneer

self taught from working off boats, he is renowned as a gifted orbital engineer although he has a bit of a reputation for getting himself into trouble, especially as he has no restraint from sharing his opinion on something

although he can be outspoken, he’s fiercely loyal and compassionate. he believes in an individuals rights to their desires, interests, and more even if they contradict authority or tradition at times. he will never leave anyone behind and feels deeply responsible for those around him

he has an undying interest and love for engineering and studying technology, especially that of aliens. he’s also a lover of many films from the 20th century, notably horror, and enjoys classic books about travel and adventure

GUY FLEEGMAN space quest canon character adapted for star trek , historical reenactment actor , enterprise stowaway , he/him , fc: ben feldman

a frequent actor in many historical reenactment medias about the history of the federation, early flights, and starfleet. he typically plays a background officer and no important historical figures

when mistaken as an actual crew member by an alien ship, he’s mistakenly taken aboard instead of an actual officer who was meant to rendezvous with them. he spends a week getting by with the knowledge he has from his many acting roles but ultimately the mistake is discovered & he is picked up by the enterprise

with every intention to get him home, he continues to be stuck on board because they keep running into stuff and forgetting to return him. he more or less serves as a historian and part time entertainment on board

EVAN ‘BUCK’ BUCKLEY 911 canon character , firefighter for the los angeles fire department — 26-34 , he/him , fc: oliver stark

low activity request only *

ROBERT 'BOBBY' NASH 911 canon character , fire captain for the los angeles fire department — 50-60 , he/him , fc: peter krause

a 4th generation firefighter, three decades on the job, his experiences and wisdom are unparalleled in the field. for him, the firehouse is more than a place to go for 24-48 hours, it’s another home, and one he proudly leads and looks after from giving hard advice, making the tough calls, to cooking meals. his team is his family, and he looks out for all of them.

the other half of his family is his wife, athena, two step kids, may and harry, and his wife’s ex-husband. he considers him a big part of the family and a good friend.

he is an addict, and takes his sobriety very seriously, as well as the mental health of others. he’s a big advocate for getting help & continuously works on himself by attending meetings and confiding in the people in his network like his sponsor.

SAMUEL ‘SAM’ OBISANYA ted lasso canon character , right winger #24 for afc richmond — 19-25 , he/him , fc: toheeb jimoh

one of afc richmond’s very own greyhounds, sam is one of the more optimistic and supportive people around the club.

when ted starts coaching for the team it’s only his first season in the premier league, away from home. he’s still getting used to and it makes him a bit indecisive and less self assured, but he grows through the course of the football season

he’s young, full of dreams, and carries a whole lot of belief in himself and his self worth as his time goes on with the team. he takes great offense to attacks on his family, his home country, and his team.

when not on the pitch, or out with friends, sam is taking care of his own nigerian restaurant, which he named after his father, ola

HOLLY MARCH the nice guys canon character , unofficial third investigator for the nice guys agency , headcanon based — 13-17 , she/her , fc: angourie rice / olivia scott welch

daughter to a los angeles based private investigator and the parent of the two. having lost her mother in a house fire, and her dad’s attention to his habits and addictions she often takes on many of the responsibilities between them.

she’s a highly independent, curious, and brilliant mind who believes in people’s ability to be better and capable of change. she sees potential in people, although she can be snarky and sarcastic

she’s seen a lot for her age and is pretty decent at handling herself, largely in part to adding herself to her dad’s investigations

JENNIFER WALTERS A.K.A. SHE-HULK ! marvel comics canon character , mixed media influence , headcanon based ( previously found on @hulkforhire ) , marvel's premier super heroine, don't go forgetting that! — 32-40 , she/her , fc: tatiana maslany

lawyer by day, and lawyer by night. lawyer 24/7 for heroes and the misunderstood and trying to do better ‘villains’. she was a member of a national merit society for top legal scholars & attended ucla law school

cousin to bruce banner & member of various super teams including avengers, fantastic four, heroes for hire, and more. proud founder of the punch club and book club

frequently breaks the fourth wall to let her opinions be known to the audience, this may appear in threads and will be identifiable by two icons and green quotation marks! she’s talking to you, and not your muse in those moments

she can willingly go between she-hulk/green hued jennifer and her human self— capitol & lowercase, tall and small, however you wish to define the two. unlike hulk, she remains very much herself when changing between the two

#˗ˏˋ 🌷 ´ˎ˗ pinned post #updated march 10. 2024 #psd | lvebug

2 notes · View notes

softquietsteadylove · 2 years

Note

Hello, I'm a big fan of Thenamesh and your work. Your stories are so good I'm literally devouring them. A few days ago i had one of those so called "shower thoughts". A scenario where Thena is obsessive and acts like a dog defending it's territory. (It's Gilgamesh of course. He came back after the Emergence, back from the dead like I've read it in so many fanfictions.)

And the Family tries to deal with it but Thena acts so weird and possessive that they're so afraid and don't even want to go near her or Gilgamesh. I tried to write it but it doesn't work. Lack of inspiration. So i wanted to share it with you. If you want you can use it for a OneShot or a Story on AO3.

Ps: you may know me as "Hornysse", sneaking around in the comments of your stories on AO3

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

"Shit, really?" Kingo looked over his shoulder to Sersi and Sprite and then towards the kitchen again. "But I'm hungry."

Sersi gave him a tight smile. "If you're feeling brave, then go for it."

No one was brave enough to risk the wrath of the Goddess of War.

It wasn't that they couldn't understand it. Since returning from the World Forge, loved ones in hand, everyone was feeling fragile. They'd been through an ordeal, it wasn't something they denied.

But maybe it surprised them how Thena in particular had been since getting Gilgamesh back. Which was that she had taken up a level of territorial that was bordering on possessive. She didn't leave his side, didn't let others near him, barely let them near her unless absolutely necessary. And the lack of contact made it even harder than normal to talk with the stoic Eternal.

Gilgamesh was still healing, still regaining his footing in his second round of life. He wasn't in any condition to try and wrangle his fiercest protector. But if Gilgamesh couldn't do it, it really left the question of who could. And the family had yet to find a real answer to that.

"We can't let her go on like this," Druig spoke up from his place beside Makkari, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. Gilgamesh was relearning how to cook for himself first, and his trusty guardian Goddess was by his side, of course. "S'not good for her."

"Would you like to try and talk to her, then?" Sersi gave him a somewhat reproachful look. He clammed up, as she had expected him to. "You're right. But if you have any ideas on what to do about it, then I'm sure we'd love to hear it."

"Can't we just let her," Sprite shrugged her shoulders, rustling her growing auburn hair, "get it out of her system?"

Will she? Makkari asked, looking into the kitchen from her angle. Gil was at the table, taking sips of whatever he'd made. Thena was prowling around behind him, waiting to pounce on whomever would dare to disturb them. Get it out of her system?

"It might get worse before it gets better," Phastos suggested as he returned from his nightly chat with Jack and Ben. "She's got a lot of feelings to sort through--having him back. And that was never a strong suit of hers."

The rest of the family quieted. Phastos was right. It was easy to forget that Thena had a certain fragility under that shell of hers. It wasn't just Mahd Wy'ry, or what they'd all been through together.

Thena and Gil had always been inseparable, since the moment they'd awakened. The first day they ever spent on the planet, each of them could recall the two warriors together, hand in hand, all smiles and camaraderie before they'd established it with anyone else. And that didn't change at all in their thousands of years on the planet together.

They had built a house--an entire life their family had only been able to get a glimpse of in passing.

"I'll talk to her," Druig declared, but was pushed back down into his seat by Kingo.

"Let me try," he said quietly, giving Druig a much softer pat on the shoulder. He raised his hand and waved his fingers by his temple. "She probably doesn't want you rooting around either of their heads."

Druig scoffed at the suggestion that he would, but let Kingo bite the bullet.

Gil looked up as Kingo walked in, smiling. "Hey, Kingo--there's soup, if you want some."

Kingo kept his eyes on Thena, who was measuring exactly how close he could get before he was too close. When he hit that line she leaned off the counter behind Gil and uncrossed her arms. Kingo stilled, keeping his hands in his pockets as a sign of good will. "I'm good, but thanks, buddy."

"Suit yourself," Gil continued on, all but unaware of the tension around him.

"T, how are you feeling?" Kingo asked more directly, watching his sister closely. She really was on high alert, muscles tensed and palms probably burning hot from the energy under her skin.

"Fine."

"Really?" Kingo asks, sliding his foot forward another inch. Thena leaned forward, gripping the back of Gil's chair in one hand. The other remained free. "'Cause we were talking and, uh, we think you seem kinda stressed."

Gilgamesh abandoned his next spoonful of soup and looked up at her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she repeated, keeping her eyes on Kingo as if they were about to start a standoff any second. "Finish your soup."

Gil furrowed his brows, finally - just now - noticing how tightly wound she was. "Thena?"

"I know you're worried about him, T," Kingo pulled his hands out of his pockets slowly, raising them with his fingers splayed and his palms turned towards her. "But we're family, okay? You can relax, you know that."

It was a bold claim for him to say it so factually. Thena was practically growling at him.

Gilgamesh looked between the two Fighters. Kingo didn't move a muscle. Thena was still tense behind him. Gil pushed his seat back, with none of the fear that Kingo - and apparently the rest of the family - had about spooking the Warrior Eternal.

Thena watched Gil's every move, as if looking for a crack that would make him shatter in the air before her eyes.

"Hey," he said softly as he stood, moving so he could take her vision away from Kingo completely. His hand raised up to hers gently, and the golden glow of her temper waned. "What's wrong?"

Thena's eyes searched over him, looking at every little tiny detail. But she also looked far away, like she was experiencing everything in a dream.

Gil caught her eyes drifting to Kingo, who was trying to slide out of the room again without incident. He tilted her chin back to him. "Just you and me."

Thena's placid mask slipped, just enough for him to see how the words struck a painful and familiar chord with her.

"You've been taking care of me since I woke up," he attempted a smile, trying to bring hers out with it. But she wasn't there yet, so he slid their fingers together. It anchored her to him further, encouragingly. "Now talk to me."

Thena's lip twitched. It didn't even manage to full on wobble, but the walls were coming down, they could both feel it. Her other hand trembled its way up to his cheek, touching him as if she would shatter him. "You're here."

"I'm here." He was patient, letting her dictate their course and decide their pace. He would wait as long as he had to.

"You weren't, though."

"I know," he nodded, and his eyes drifted down in an apology of sorts. He had always been so attuned to her; their hearts shared the same rhythm. But there was now part of her that he had never experienced. Part of her had now experienced what it was like to lose him--to live without him. And while he wanted to ease her pain, he wasn't sure he was strong enough to experience it for himself.

"And," Thena continued, her voice starting to unravel. Her throat went tight and tears sprang to her wide, green eyes. She started to shake, but Gil's hands encircled both of hers. Her breath came in short puffs. "What if you're not again."

"But I'm here."

"What if I blink and you're not," she whispered, her hand pressing against his cheek more firmly. "What if I turn my back and you're gone again?"

"But I'm right here."

"What if none of this is real?"

It was the question everyone hated thinking. Thena wasn't cured of Mahd Wy'ry just because they had escaped--just because Gilgamesh was back. Her mind was still wounded from their lifetimes upon lifetimes of memories.

"What if you're not real," she sniffed, her tears running down her cheeks purely because she was too filled up to keep them in anymore.

"But I am." He repeated it again and again, whispering it to her as he wiped her tears off her cheeks and gripped her hands when they started to pulse gold again.

Thena shook her head as he held her cheeks, her chest jumping as she tried to breathe. "My entire world...in the blink of an eye."

"I know," he nodded before pressing their foreheads together. "But Earth is safe, because of y-"

"Not Earth."

Gilgamesh closed his eyes as her head tipped up and she hovered there, neither too close nor too far. He could feel her breath on his lips, and he was sure she could feel the same.

"You," she whispered, and it was a question, an answer, a plea, a promise, a vow--so many things she had never gotten to say the first time around. "I can't do it again. I won't--I won't make it-"

"You don't have to," he rushed out, making his own promise to her. They could both feel how fragile that was as soon as it hit the air. "I...I know I broke that promise before. But...never again. I'm right here, Thena. You and me."

Thena inhaled, breathing in the words he'd said as a promise when they ended up in Australia. She had begged and screamed for him to leave--to not resign himself to her and her burdens and her sickness and her violence. But he had stayed - could never have considered leaving - and said it was them. "You and me."

"You and me," he smiled again, and this time he did get just the slightest hint of a smile from her. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the corner of hers, where the hint of her smile promised more in the future. And he had ever intention of actually seeing out this Eternity to its fullest. "There she is."

She pulled away to look at him, his thumb swiping away the last of her drying tears.

"My Thena," he smiled softly, drinking in the sight of her.

It was such a simple title, but the way her hands gripped his made him want to keep using it, over and over.

She let out her breath slowly and gently as he kissed her cheek with a sense of finality to it. And she uncoiled herself, as much as she was capable in the moment. "They're scared of me."

"Well, you can be pretty scary when you're cranky."

"I am not cranky."

"You can be," he chuckled, feeling more energized just for the easy and familiar rhythm of their exchange. "As much as I appreciate having your protection, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Not with them."

Thena sighed. "I know. But-"

Gil pulled her into his arms more completely, leaning back on the table as he held her and she laid her head on his chest. "I'm all yours. I'm right here."

Two simple little promises, and they screamed his understanding of her very soul. He understood her protectiveness, knew what was driving her to possession. He couldn't fix what had already been done, but he could offer what he could to comfort her in the aftermath. "It'll get easier. It'll get further away. But I'm right here, right now. Nothing is going to shatter that."

Thena unwound a little more in his embrace, breathing out a long held breath. "Fine. They can have some soup."

Gilgamesh just chuckled, relishing the way she buried her face in his chest as he did, as if unable to get enough of it. "You'll let them in the kitchen?--with us?"

Thena nodded silently against him, having been fully satiated by his embrace. "But I'm staying close."

Gil grinned against her soft plume of blonde. "You think I have a problem with that?"

#Thenamesh #Thena #Gilgamesh #Eternals #I hope it's something like what you imagined #thank you so much!#you always have such kind and encouraging words for me #I hope you like it!#Thenamesh AU

39 notes · View notes

roleplay-abiogenesis2 · 1 year

Note

[Surprise Uno Reverse! >:3c Would you be willing to share more details with Cyno's connection to Hermanubis?]

//Always a pleasure to talk headcanons~ Thanks for sending this! Ilu A~

Most of this, I've covered in previous headcanon posts (including my main headcanons on Hermanubis post here) but it never hurts to go over it again and maybe shape up some details.

Do keep in mind that this is mostly headcanons and, because I like to be canon compliant, may be subject to change as we get more aspects confirmed on Cyno's past in future updates.

With this disclaimer said...

There are different takes on how early in his life Cyno came into contact with Hermanubis. I have settled my choice for his middle teens, based mostly on the knowledge that the incident occurred coincidentally during the two years in which Lisa studied at the Akademiya. We know Lisa graduated less than 4 years before the beginning of Genshin impact, so the time she met Cyno (and Cyrus took him under his wing) shouldn't have occurred earlier than 5-6 years ago, when Cyno (if the unconfirmed age guesstimations are correct, putting him at 18-20 by the beginning of the game) was about 12-15yo.

Before this, I write Cyno as having lived a relatively lonely life, both as a desert dweller and as an Akademiya student (which I typically headcanon his birth family to have boarded him for by age 9-11. I know some prefer to think he was an orphan and did not join the Akademiya until Cyrus took him in, but there is no real confirmation on this); being ostracized and distrusted by the other scholars, he kept to himself and bounced from a Darshan to the other without a real direction.

One thing Cyno excelled at was exploring tombs, which allowed him to delve deeper into dangerous and typically forbidden areas. This eventually caught the attention of senior scholars, who decided to exploit his ability by sending him into more dangerous places to gather data on their behalf. Something that Cyno complied to in an attempt to get accepted and make friends, naively.

One fateful day, one of these instances sees Cyno being urged to intrude the infamous Temple of Silence. What occurred here is mostly a mystery, but it is during this investigation that the young scholar unwillingly disturbs the Priest of Hermanubis.

I am leaving the details of this incident vague on purpose. It is possible that Cyno was captured and subjected as a sort of sacrifice to the spirit who possessed him; or perhaps the boy was forced into a situation where making a pact with Hermanubis was his only way out. Whatever the case, Cyno would leave changed forever.

The initial stage of the possession were terrifying and painful, with the spirit of Hermanubis pushing through to take control of Cyno's mind and body at all times. It is mentioned in the events of Windblume that the spirit used to cause Cyno great suffering, and this is how I have decided to interpret that.

In this state, it wouldn't take long for the Akademiya to take notice. Taking interest in his condition, the Sages decided to conduct research on the boy, tasking Cyrus, a lead teacher of the Spantamad Darshan, to gather data and perform tests on him.

To Cyno's luck, Cyrus took pity on him instead, and taught him how to subdue and repress the surging power of Hermanubis. Cyno's quality of life greatly improved after this. It is from this point that he considers Cyrus as his father figure and benefactor.

I personally headcanon that the idle animation Cyno performs with the Eye of Hermanubis is such ritual (see icon above), and that he regularly uses it on himself to placate its power from time to time (I compare it to taking a sedative or calming medicine.. or having a smoke to ease the nerves, if you will). It works as a sort of self-hypnosis: it first puts Cyno into an unconscious state, and then directly affects and soothes Hermanubis as the spirit comes forward to take control. As the spirit is quelled, Cyno returns to his senses in a better state of calmness and control.

The sealing spell Cyno used on Collei was a more powerful version of this same ritual, as well.

Regarding the Pactsworn Pathclearer: while Cyrus' teachings help Cyno subdue and repress Hermanubis' influence on his mind, this has nothing to do with his abilities in combat. The real catalyst to this form is in fact the headdress on Cyno's head.

The head of the jackal is in fact an ancient artifact that Cyno later retrieved and paid to be restored. Made in lacquered wood and cloth, its craftmanship belongs to ancient times and not everyone is capable of replicating it to perfection.

Through this artifact, Cyno is capable of controlling the spirit of the Priest of Hermanubis and bend it to his will; more appropriately, it is better to say that the spirit and his soul become one mind. While Cyno is in control of his movements and power, Hermanubis' thirst for justice and ruthless drive to see evil punished is what drives every choice he makes in this state.

The effect lasts 18 seconds, and during this Cyno is unstoppable; he will keep fighting even if his body is rendered to shreds, sensing no pain or sluggishness no matter how severe the injuries on his body may be.

Should the headdress of the jackal be broken, destroyed or taken from Cyno, he would be unable to control the Pactsworn Pathclearer. This however doesn't necessarily mean he wouldn't be able to call him forward, at the cost of his presence of mind. What would happen in this scenario is unknown and for good reason.

Outside of this, Cyno's co-existence with the Spirit of Hermanubis is mostly peaceful. Some of those who know of this secret may be inclined to believe that the General's most perplexing quirks and personality aspects may be a side effect of the spirit's presence within him. This is all up to debate however, and the only way to really know would be to rid him of the Spirit's presence entirely. But is such a thing even possible?

Cyno does not use the word 'pact' casually when he describes his relationship with the Spirit of the Priest. This power came at a cost, and one that the General Mahamatra is committed to pay someday. When that day will come, he does not know. Only knowing that somehow, someday, the voice of the Priest will beckon him back to the Temple of Silence for the final time. A call he will not be able to resist. All Cyno can do is perform his duty and ensure his heart remains on a just and righteous path, so that he may face the Scale without fear. The souls weighing lighter than Maat shall be granted immortality, and move on to the next cycle.

#v18 || genshin impact #gi01h || cyno [headcanons]#//thanks for the ask!#I love going over these things~#and always terrified that the next event will destroy them but #rebuilding is part of the game!\\

4 notes · View notes

skeleton-in-a-hoodie · 1 year

Text

After the Shredder dies in Ghost Splinter 2, the Hamato family have a lot going on.

Under a readmore cause this is another long one

After they celebrated the Shredder's defeat, they all fell asleep in the common area. The turtles grabbed the pillows and blankets off their beds, as well as any spare blankets they could find, then threw some of them across the floor so everyone would have something softer to sleep on. The rest were reserved so people could curl up underneath them.

April and Casey both got permission to stay the night, and Karai sent orders to her Foot Clan to stay alert and contact her if anything happens. She doubts anything will - Shredder's remaining men will need time to regroup now that their master is dead, and it's not like she or her siblings left any of them in condition to do so immediately.

When Splinter sees the kids all getting settled down, he tries to get up and make his way towards his own room. Leo blocks his way and orders him to sit back down. Beside him, Mikey softly asks for Splinter to stay with them.

There's a part of him that hates being ordered about by his children.

The rest of him doesn't have the heart to refuse.

And he's too exhausted to put up much of a fight. Splinter lays back down, gets comfortable, sleeps.

He's asleep for three days.

To say they were worried sick would be an understatement. What do you do when your ghost dad won't wake up? They've already been through this when Leo was in a coma, and they have no idea when Splinter will wake up.

At most he'll look at them for a moment, then immediately drift off to sleep again. Sometimes they'll hear him sleep-talking, but the snippets of conversation they catch make it impossible to know if he's talking to himself, them, or someone else.

On one memorable occassion Mikey had poked him, then shrieked when Splinter grabbed his arm and curled up around him. It's a little bit like when Mikey and his brothers were very small, and Splinter would curl up around them to keep the four of them warm. Mikey spent most of that day pinned - every time he tried to wiggle away, Splinter either tightened his grip or rolled over.

Raph may or may not have laughed... until Mikey grabbed him.

When Splinter wakes up on the 4th day, he's groggy and doesn't seem like he's all there yet, but he's awake and that's the main thing. His body also seems more solid than it did when they first returned to the Lair. Donnie takes some samples and with his limited knowledge of ghosts says that he thinks Splinter is more stable. Not completely stable, but not on the brink of literally falling apart.

Splinter assumed that'd mean he'd be able to turn back now, so tries it. His arm just sort of quivers, then settles back into its ghostly appearance. He tries again and again and frustration turns to panic. Donnie doesn't know why it won't work, so can't provide an answer to his father's frantic questions.

Someone suggests maybe Splinter's been in his ghost form too long and can't change into his original form now. Whoever suggested that regrets it immediately - it did not help Splinter calm down and no one else liked that idea either.

As much as anyone can in a situation like this, they try to carry on as normal.

Karai goes back to the Foot Clan, with the promise that she'll see if the Foot or Shingami have any resources that might be helpful.

Training ends up being run a little differently. Splinter's hands keep melting, so he decides against sparing with them. The last thing they need is for his hands to give way when he's holding a weapon and accidently hurt one of them. So training ends up relying on them sparing against each other, or in teams. The teams are never the same as the previous session, and they're not always the same size. Sometimes Splinter will change a rule part way through a match, or tell at least one of them to swap teams.

And when they're not sparing, he starts giving them each a turn at being the sensei in a session - Mikey surprises everyone by being a really good teacher!

Doing it this way also takes some of the pressure of Leo. Everyone having a turn at being the teacher means they all have an idea of what it's like and Leo isn't being forced to be their sensei when he's still a child himself.

After one training session Donnie and Mikey ask if they can do one together. Splinter asks what they have in mind. It's pretty much an assault course. It'll take some time to build, but as long as they don't get carried away it should be good.

One morning, someone suggests Splinter train with Karai to get his powers under control.

Not everything is smooth sailing though. Now that Shredder is actually dead, a power vacuums has opened up and gangs all across the city are fighting for what remains of Shredder's crime empire.

Leo's stratergy meetings with Splinter revolve almost entirely around how to put a stop to the gang wars. In an odd way, those meetings help them bond again. It's nice for Leo to know that the pressure isn't all on him, and the more he talks with Splinter the more the idea that yes, this is still his father, sinks in. Slowly he starts being able to look at Splinter again without feeling like a failure.

Donnie spends the day repairing and upgrading their equipement with Casey and Raph's help. Mikey is good for bouncing ideas off of - the orange turtle is more than happy to listen to Donnie rant until he has a breakthrough. Also this way Mikey can make sure those three have a break once in a while.

April keeps an eye and ear out during the day, and uses her blog to keep track of the gang war. Whenever she arrives at the Lair, she'll go to Leo and Splinter and tell them what she's learned. It helps them adjust their plans and make new ones.

Karai also sends them information. Most of it's updates on how the Foot are doing, how much territory they've managed to defend or take back the previous night. It gives them another valuable perspective. She has meetings with Leo and Splinter, so the Hamato and Foot clans can coordinate their efforts.

Splinter also joins his children on patrol too. Rumours, if you can call them that, of his death have spread, which have only intensified the fighting. Patrolling with his children is just as much about doing his part and keeping them safe, as it is about putting those rumours to bed. Soon enough, the rumours of his death are placed with frightened whispers that the head of the Hamato Clan has turned into a monster.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au #ghost splinter 2 electric boogalo

2 notes · View notes

findingahomeonthevolleyballcourt · 1 year

Text

When a Team Becomes a Family

When life gets tough, it’s important to surround yourself with people who will lift you up again. As a college athlete, who now has one season under my belt, I can say first-hand how true this is. My first year of college athletics didn’t go as planned, but I am surrounded by a group of people who want nothing but the best for me.

Coming in as a freshman on the Endicott College Women’s Volleyball Team, I expected to be faced with the average college challenges, such as learning to navigate life as an adult, learning time management, and the physical and mental challenges that college athletics face you with. I never expected to be forced to take a step back from what I love most.

In early October, I pulled myself out of an important conference game because of some shoulder pain, and never thought that it would have been the last time I touched the court for months. The pain that I felt that day was worse than any pain I had felt in my time as an athlete. I remember coming off the bench and turning to my teammate to tell her how I was unable to put my arm above my head. She told me I should tell our coach (Tim Byram), but in fear of letting my team down during such an important game, I refused. I went back in for my next rotation, and came off the court, on the verge of tears. I walked over to my teammate again, who turned to me and said “one game is not worth the rest of your career. You have four more years ahead of you.” As hard as it was to comprehend at the time, I can now say how right she was. I walked over to Coach Byram and told him about the pain I was in, and he immediately pointed me in the direction of the trainer who was working the game.

I was put in a sling out of caution, as the trainer thought I may have torn my bicep tendon. I stood on the bench for the rest of the game, trying to avoid eye contact with my parents in the stands who were terrified about what was going on. So many thoughts were racing through my head. I was worried about letting my team down, and was fearful that my coach would be disappointed. After the game, I was able to remove my brave face, as I cried in the hallway with my parents. I didn't want my team to see how much pain I was in, because I was expecting to have a quick recovery and return to play. Coach Byram instantly came and found my family in the hallway. He helped us make plans to get an MRI in the following weeks, and was ready to step in wherever necessary. He showed me true compassion, and proved that he wanted the best for me as a person, rather than just an athlete on a team. That day was hard, as I was terrified of not knowing what was wrong with me, and felt bad about not being able to provide for my team physically, like I had been training to do.

Over the next few weeks I visited three doctors, had two MRI’s, and received one unfortunate diagnosis. A neurologist at Massachusetts General Hospital diagnosed me with Thoracic Outlet Syndrome (TOS). TOS occurs when a person's blood vessels, nerves, and arteries are compressed by surrounding muscle and bone. It can cause pain, nerve damage, swelling, and a lack of strength when the arm is raised overhead. While I was grateful that my bicep was not torn, I was uncertain of what this new diagnosis would mean for my future as an athlete. I soon learned that I had several options to treat my condition, including surgery, injections, and physical therapy.

The second I walked out of my appointment I checked my phone, and noticed I had received a good luck text from my teammates and coach. I responded to Coach Byram, and told him I would be back on campus soon to talk about how the appointment went. While this was not the news I was hoping for, I knew I had a village surrounding me, wanting to help me get better. I walked into Coach Byram’s office later that day, upset that I had to give him rather unfortunate news. The plan was to start with physical therapy, but the process to getting back on the court would most likely be long. I didn’t want to have to tell my coach that this was the end of my season. We had a long conversation, about next steps for my recovery, and the time range we were facing. We were already about halfway through the season, and I most likely wouldn't be back on the court by the end of the season. While this was hard to face, Coach Byram made me feel as if I was still a part of the team. He and I both wanted me back on the court, but he reminded me over and over again that I still had my whole career in front of me.

The week after my diagnosis, Coach Byram pulled me into his office for a quick meeting. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to talk about, however when I walked in, I was greeted with a smile. He sat me down and asked “how are you doing? I know that this can be really hard.” Going from playing volleyball every single day to not being able to play at all is a huge adjustment. I didn’t know it at the time, but it also comes with a large mental toll. Many athletes, like myself, feel lost without their sport. When my coach first asked how I was doing, I lied. I was scared of showing weakness or emotion, as I wanted to be strong for my team. I told him I was doing just fine, and was just eager to get back on the court.

Several weeks later, after finding out that my physical therapy had made my condition worse, I was forced to be honest with my coach. I told him how hard it has been adjusting to my new routine, and how frustrated I was that physical therapy (the least invasive solution to my condition) didn’t work. I was now going to have to look at surgery or injections, which both had possible complications. Coach Byram let me cry in his office, and told me that if I ever needed to take a day off, that would be more than fine. He explained that he has dealt with injuries before in other athletes, and understands that sometimes we need what he called “a mental day.” That conversation showed me how much my coach cared, and wanted me to get better, both mentally and physically.

When I first got injured, my fear was letting my team down. I had worked hard to earn a starting spot on the court, and did not want all my hard work to go to waste. I wanted to be able to support my team in the ways that I was trained to do. Just about six months later, I can now say that my team never once thought about me letting them down, and in reality, just wanted me back on the court so they could see me happy again. The first week after I got hurt was difficult. My team understood that, and did whatever they could to make sure I still felt at home while in the gym. They made me a “get well soon” basket full of all my favorite candies to cheer me up, and welcomed me with extra love every time I entered the gym.

TOS is something complex that doesn't have an easy fix, which has made the past few months extra difficult to manage. I still attend and participate in every lift and practice with my team, and help out where I can by doing things such as shag balls or help run drills. Lifts are not as fun as they used to be, as I have to perform adapted exercises that don’t use my arms. I am often separated from the team to do this, but they make sure to cheer me on and welcome me back with open arms when we are reunited again. While this isn’t fun, and some days it’s hard to be in the gym, my team and coach have been supportive and understanding the whole way through.

From the very first doctor's appointment I had after my injury, Coach Byram proved that he was going to be with me every step of the way. He would wish me good luck before big appointments, chat with me after to make sure we were on the same page, and meet with me periodically to see how I was doing. Being out with an injury is difficult to cope with, and he understands that. He communicates with me and my family to make sure we are doing well, and always offers to help wherever he can. Although I am not on the court physically, he has been able to make me feel involved with the team in every way possible.

Coach Byram has built an atmosphere for the program that ensures every athlete is a part of a family, no matter the circumstances. After hearing some disheartening news a few weeks ago about my progress, I felt like I needed some space from volleyball to collect myself and decide what my next step was. I had been approved for injections in my shoulder, however I found out that I would not be able to get them for at least a few months. I had planned on taking a night off, to talk with my family about my other options, as I was discouraged that my initial plan for injections had fallen through. My team had gathered together in the gym to watch the Endicott Men’s Volleyball game that night. I ended up going to the game with my family after discussing our next steps and plan of action. I was greeted with hugs, jokes, and smiles by all of my teammates. They had been filled in by our coach on what had been going on, and did everything they could to make me feel as if I still belonged. My coach came over to us as soon as he noticed we were at the game, and sat with us to brainstorm ideas about how to get me back on the court. He asked how I was doing, and even checked in with my parents, as their heads had been spinning with everything that had been going on. My coach told me that he had been talking with our team trainer to come up with other options for my injections. Coach Byram and the rest of my team showed me that I have a strong support system, and don’t have to do this all on my own.

While sometimes it feels like the easiest option is to be alone, this team has taught me how much easier it is to get better with the help and support of those who care about you. My team constantly gathers together to show me how much I still matter to them, even if I can’t be on the court with them at this point. They are constantly reminding me how important I am to the team, and encouraging me to keep working hard. Several weeks ago I received a message from a teammate telling me not to give up, as she knew that, “I will be back on that court someday.” These encouraging messages go a long way, and have shown me just how much I still matter to the team.

While I physically cannot practice with my team on the court, this program has made me feel at home in every way possible. I have a family on and off the court, who want the best for me, even if it may take longer than expected. Coach Byram has built a team chemistry and atmosphere that is so strong, it is impossible to feel like you are right at home, even on the hardest of days.

0 notes

abloodlineunraveled · 1 year

Text

Jacen's Verses

General Verses

A Long Time Ago - Jacen’s fifteen or sixteen with his whole life spread out in front of him but no idea what to do with it. (No Vong unless specifically stated otherwise)

Death Doesn’t Discriminate - Jacen’s reaching adulthood in the midst of a war that could be the end of the galaxy as he knows it, fighting alongside his family and friends for survival and their way of life against an enemy like none he’d ever faced before. (Vong War Verse)

After the Storm - After the war things are slowly trying to return to normal, Coruscant is rebuilt and the Jedi try to find their footing. Jacen is helping, as best he can, while still healing from his experiences during the war.

Awoken - TFA verse, Ben/Kylo Ren is Jacen’s older brother and Jacen has been active in the Resistance as a scout while hiding the training he had as a Jedi though he hadn’t yet reached the rank of Knight when Ben turned and the Academy was destroyed. But upon feeling his father’s brush with death he’s returned to the Resistance base to be with his family while Han is in bacta and critical condition, reconnecting with his twin sister who left with their father all those years back.

Teen Rebel - Pre-Movies TFA verse; Han and Jaina have left, Anakin is presumed dead, and Jacen is growing up on a series of resistance bases with Leia.

Of Royalty - Leia stepped up as Queen of New Alderaan after the New Republic was up and running, with Han as her Consort. Jaina is her heir and Jacen is about to step up as Senator for the New Alderaanian people. Though all three children trained at their uncle’s academy under their father’s name to protect their identities only Anakin continued on to become a Jedi, as the twins felt their other duties necessitated them dropping out shortly before they would have been knighted.

Wanderer - Takes place during his post-Vong journey of self-discovery. Jacen’s wandering the Outer Rim, searching for peace and trying to reconnect with the kind of Jedi he’d been before the war.

A Knight’s Tale - After returning from his years of wandering Jacen dedicates himself to the Order once again, traveling as needed to serve the people of the Alliance. He remains a knight, turning down the offer of a promotion to Master as he doesn’t feel he’s ready for that title just yet.

Earth Born - Modern/Earth AU where Jacen is a wildlife photographer and zoology student, son of UN Ambassador Leia Organa, who attended a fancy international high school with his sister and friends as a teenager.

Muse-Specific Verses:

Tryptich - The Solo Twins are the Solo Triplets. Jaina, Jacen, and Julian Solo are all on the Myrkr mission when Julian is lost in the destruction of the Voxyn Queen.

Lost and Found - Jacen disappeared in the Vong war and was never actually seen again, the Jacen Solo who returned and became Caedus was a clone created by Vergere so that she could hide the original at a secret home of hers in Wild Space. Eventually he finds his way back, only to discover that his face is reviled and someone committed heinous crimes in his name

Knight Follows Queen - After the war Jacen spent a single night with the Queen Mother of Hapes, a culmination of the feelings they’d been forced to put on the back burner by circumstances, before leaving to try and figure out who he was to become in the aftermath of such a devastating conflict. He essentially fell off the radar and completely out of contact with everyone he had known, thus never learning of the daughter he and Tenel Ka shared. But when said daughter is kidnapped he senses Tenel Ka’s uncharacteristic rage and rushes back to discover what went wrong and how he can help.

Sideways - A freak hyperspace accident launches Jacen into a parallel world, one in which the local version of him was consumed by darkness and became the Sith Lord Darth Caedus.

Aldera - Fantasy AU! Jacen has been sent to the courts of the Hapan Empire to gain their protection for the shattered remnants of the kingdom of Aldera. The nobles back home hope he will marry the Empress, Tenel Ka, but he’s content to simply negotiate a protectorate status for his people. Unless love so happens to bloom on its own.

#i've been out here too long alone;jacen #there's a place in time for me;jacen verses #jacenv;a long time ago #jacenv;death doesn't discriminate #jacenv;after the storm #jacenv;awoken #jacenv;teen rebel #jacenv;of royalty #jacenv;wanderer #jacenv;a knight's tale #jacenv;earth born #jacenv;tryptich #jacenv;lost and found #jacenv;knight follows queen #jacenv;sideways #jacenv;aldera

1 note · View note

i-am-robie · 3 years

Text

Thanks to @coffeeshib for letting me steal the amnesia + wife prompt... I couldn’t help myself. This is not what I thought would come out (content warning for canon typical violence and injuries), mostly this is just Kara being a whole entire idiot and Alex facepalming and Lena just being glad Kara is there for her, as her fake wife while she recovers from another quarterly attempt on her life:

“Supergirl! You have to go!” Alex is yelling at her as they roll Lena into the emergency room at National City General, but Kara is rooted to the spot - she can’t look away. Lena is pale, too pale, and there’s blood all over her dress, cuts and scrapes and bruises already blooming on every piece of exposed skin. She isn’t moving, isn’t breathing on her own right now; the only air making its way into her body is through the ambu bag being operated by a nurse, as women and men in scrubs crowd around the moving gurney, shouting orders. And all of that is terrifying enough, but it isn’t the thing that’s paralyzing Kara.

The reason Kara can’t move, the reason that she is barely breathing, is that she can’t hear Lena’s heart.

“Kara.” Alex is closer now, she steps gently in front of her sister, dropping her voice so that no one else can hear her. “Kara, you have to go, they’re getting away.”

“Alex - “ Kara takes a step forward, as if to walk around her sister, to head towards the doors that Lena and the medical team are disappearing behind.

“I know, Kara, I know,” Alex says, gentle and quiet. The doors shut, and Kara’s eyes snap away from it to her sister's face. Alex looks as terrified as Kara feels; she’s wearing an expression Kara has only seen on her before when it’s Kara who’s hurt. “You can’t do anything for her right now. But you can get the guys who did this.” She reaches for Kara’s arm, squeezes - the pressure is grounding. “You need to go. You need to go right now.”

So Kara goes.

__________________

She returns seven hours later, after dropping the men who carried out the attack on Lena at the DEO and declining to help in the interrogation. She nearly killed them, doesn’t think she has the stomach to listen to them talk. She’d still been in the field when the hospital reached out to let her know that they’d been able to stabilize Lena, restarting her heart, but that she hasn’t woken up yet. Alex had relayed the message to her, but now Alex only shakes her head when Kara asks if there are any updates.

Her sister pulls her aside when Kara says that she’s going to hospital to talk to the doctors, telling Kara quietly that she needs to go home and clean off her suit. When Kara looks down, she sees that Alex is right. She’s covered in blood - some of Lena’s, some of it the men she’s apprehended, none of it hers. It makes her want to sob.

But when she gets out of the bathroom after showering, pulling on soft joggers and a hoodie, Kara finds that she can’t settle. Every time she closes her eyes, every time she blinks, she sees Lena’s lifeless body in the rubble that had been her office, can feel Lena in her arms the moment her heart stopped, and the fact that Lena is supposedly stable doesn’t help at all because she hasn’t woken up.

What if she never wakes up?

Suddenly, Kara can’t breathe. Her chest is tight, the walls of her apartment seeming to flex and close in on her. Her heart rate speeds up and she’s taking choked half-breaths, clenching her fists and blinking away tears.

She can’t lose Lena like this, not after she worked so hard to get her back. Kara looks at the clock. It’s just after midnight. This is definitely not visiting-hours at the hospital, and Lena’s not awake anyway - but Kara needs to see her. Needs to know she’s alive.

Needs to hear her heartbeat again.

It’s all of this - the panic, the desperation, the single-minded focus on getting to Lena - that Kara will blame later when she’s trying to explain what happens next in the weeks to come.

The hospital is deserted except for the staff when Kara walks in through the main entrance and goes up to the ICU where she knows Lena will be. She heads straight for the desk at the front of the unit when she arrives, and introduces herself to a nurse before asking if she can see Lena.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Danvers,” the nurse says, and she does sound sorry in the face of Kara’s distress, “visiting hours aren’t until ten a.m.”

A man in a basketball sweatshirt and jeans walks past them, he scans a small badge that says ‘VISITOR’ in capital letters on a machine at the end of the desk, and nods at the nurse before he disappears down the hallway.

“He’s visiting,’ Kara tries, her voice bordering on frantic, “he’s visiting and I need to see her, you don’t understand, I’m not going to be okay if I don’t see her. Please, just let me...”

“I’m so sorry, honey, it’s immediate family only after hours.”

“I’m her wife,” Kara blurts out. “Please. I’m her wife.”

“You’re her…that’s not in the notes…” The nurse trails off, looking down at the computer in front of her.

“I’m her emergency contact, I’m her wife, please.”

““Oh, yes,” the nurse starts nodding, “I do see that marked here, they called you when she came in. Hmmm...Someone clicked the wrong box under ‘relationship to patient.’” She moves her mouse and clicks on something, then looks back up at Kara. “I’ve fixed that for you, Mrs. Danvers. Let me print you out a visitor badge so you can just scan it in next time.

Kara can feel her panic recede a little. She’s going to see Lena. The nurse takes a blank badge and feeds it into an electronic printer. She hands the finished product to Kara, then gets up and gestures for Kara to follow.

“Now,” the nurse starts as she walks Kara down the dark hallway, the lights on half since it’s night, “she looks a little rough, but I assure you, she’s receiving the very best care there is. Normally you would have been called for consent before we initiated the hypothermia protocol, but since she had an advanced directive on file already, the team went ahead and started it.”

Kara’s barely listening to her, has started to strain her ears for the only sound she’s wanted to hear all day. She nearly collapses in relief when she finds it, below the beeping and the whirring and the buzzing of the machines, unlike any other beat in the building. Lena’s heart is steady, slower than usual, slower than Kara’s ever heard it, but it’s there, rhythmically thumping away.

The nurse brings her to a halt in front of a patient room, Lena’s name on the board outside with a bunch of notations that mean nothing to Kara. She’ll ask Alex to translate.

“She’ll be cold to your touch, that’s alright,” the nurse continues. “The key right now is to try to stop or slow any of the damage she’s suffered as a result of going into cardiac arrest. She lost a lot of blood, and her left femur is broken, along with her right ulna, but there are a lot of reasons to be hopeful. We’ll know more in the forty-eight to seventy-two hours once the protocol is complete.”

Kara refuses to think about most of this. Lena is alive. She’s alive and she’s right on the other side of this door. She clears her throat. “How long...how long can I stay?”

“As long as you like, dear. We’ll round on her in the morning and if you’re still here you can talk to the attending. Also, we’ll be in to check on her, but most of the monitoring is electronic since she’s in a medically induced coma for at least the next two days. There’s a chair that reclines by the bedside, I can grab you a blanket?”

“Please,” Kara says. She stops with her hand on the door, turns back to the nurse. “Thank you.” It comes out wobbly.

“Of course.” The nurse smiles at her. “Go on in, I’ll be right back.”

_____________________

Kara’s woken up by the medical team the next morning during rounds, just as the night shift nurse had promised. She blinks awake and rubs at her eyes, stretching and going to stand up when the team enters.

“Hi Mrs. Danvers, we saw you’d arrived,” a tall woman in a white lab coat says, walking over to Kara on the far side of the room and sticking out her hand to shake. “I’m Dr. Sheldon. We’ll do our best to bring you up to speed now, I’m so glad you were able to make it last night.” She gives Kara a warm smile. “Believe it or not, it really does make a difference when patients are supported, even when they aren’t aware of it.”

The team walks her through their care plan for Lena, how long she’ll have to remain like this before they start the re-warming process, what they’re concerned about and what they’ll be looking for. Her arm and femur have been set and immobilized, but it’s likely that the femur will need to be rebroken and repaired surgically if and when Lena does wake up. Given the invasiveness of the procedure, the delicacy of her present condition, and the unknowns about her cognition, that decision will keep.

When they leave, Kara texts Alex. If the doctors think that it will make a difference for Lena’s recovery to have her here, then she’s going to stay. She’s owed time off anyway. This is the best use of it she can think of.

Two hours later, the door opens, and Kara looks up from the bed, relieved to see Alex standing there, holding a backpack with the food and change of clothing Kara asked her to bring.

“Oh gosh, am I glad to see you,” she says, letting go of Lena’s hand and standing up. She walks around the bed to where Alex has stopped.

“Yeah, yeah,” Alex says, and she’s frowning at Kara. “You have some fucking explaining to do.”

“What?” Kara stops abruptly.

“What?” Alex parrots. She narrows her eyes. “Are you being serious…?” At Kara’s confused expression, Alex rolls her eyes and reaches behind her to shut the door. She walks over to Kara, pulling some take out from the bag and handing it to her, before pulling up one of the swivel chairs a doctor had been using.

Kara takes the food and goes back to her seat.

“So?” Alex prompts.

Kara looks up from the styrofoam container, already having broken apart her chopsticks. “So what?”

“What do you mean...Kara!” Kara freezes, chopsticks frozen in midair clutching a piece of kung pao chicken. There is real frustration and confusion in Alex’s voice. “Imagine my surprise when I sign in at the front desk and the nurse says that my sister-in-law is stable right now. Wanna tell me why the fuck you’re playing house to visit your best friend in the hospital?”

Kara sets the chicken down. “Alex…��

“Kara, you have ten seconds to explain why the entire staff thinks you and Lena are married and the answer had better not actually involve marriage or I swear to god I’ll…”

“They wouldn’t let me in to see her!” Kara bursts out. “I got here last night and I needed to see her, Alex, I needed to. And apparently it’s immediate family only and I panicked, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” Alex says, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. “I know Lena is important to you, but Kara, you could have waited ten hours and seen her.”

“I couldn’t.” Kara looks down at her food, not hungry anymore. “Alex, I couldn’t. I almost had a panic attack after you sent me home last night. I couldn’t wait.”

“Oh kiddo.” Kara looks up at that, all the frustration is gone from Alex’s tone. Her sister lets out a sigh. “Lena’s going to get through this and she’s going to get better. And when she does, you have got to tell her how you feel.”

“She’s my best friend.” Kara’s mouth twists. This is not a new conversation, but the stakes seem higher with Lena in the bed beside her, unconscious and battered.

“She is,” Alex agrees. “But she could be more.”

And oh, Kara wants more with every fiber of her being. But more than that, she wants Lena in her life, wants the easy love and affection they’ve finally gotten back to. And she’s been worried about rocking the boat.

“And by the way,” Alex says, pulling her back to the present, “lying to medical professionals is not a good look.” Kara grimaces and ducks her head.

“I know,” she says, glancing at Lena, the ventilator moving her chest up and down slowly. “But they said it’s good for Lena to have someone here, talking to her, holding her hand, even if she doesn’t know. And you know Lillian isn’t going to do that. And Lex is the one who put her here...just let me do this, okay?”

Alex hums. “You’re so lucky I didn’t blow your secret.”

Kara looks over at her sister. “Thank you.”

“Some of us are actually good at lying under pressure. I’m surprised you didn’t tell them she was married to Supergirl.”

“Well I wasn’t dressed as Supergirl.”

“Thank god for small mercies.”

______________________

Lena doesn’t wake up for the next three days.

In the interim, all of their friends visit, but Alex has already warned them about Kara’s new relationship status and other than Nia’s constant giggles, no one comments. Kara doesn’t leave the hospital. She keeps vigil in the chair, occasionally leaving for short periods of time to go down to the cafeteria, or to stretch her legs.

On day four, Alex convinces her to at least go to the DEO to shower and check in with J’onn about the duties he and M’gann are covering for her.

She’s just getting ready to head back to the hospital when her phone rings.

“Mrs. Danvers?”

“Yes?”

“This is Dr. Sheldon. Your wife has woken up and she’s being evaluated now by neuro, but we wanted you to know first thing.”

Kara has to sit down in the middle of the DEO, the concrete hard and probably cold underneath her, but it’s better than the alternative, which was just going to be letting her knees give out. She closes her eyes tightly. “I’ll be right there.”

She flies back to the hospital, landing in a nearby alley and running into the building with just a touch of superspeed. She makes it onto the unit just in time to see Lena’s care team leaving her room and turning down the hall to the next patient, and as much as Kara wants to get an update from them, the urge to see Lena herself is too much. She walks through the open door and nearly runs into a nurse, who’s moving some of the equipment out, now that Lena is conscious. It’s a nurse Kara is familiar with, her name is Bernadette, she’s been on shift the last two days. Her eyes light up when she sees Kara.

“Your wife is here,” Bernadette says, over her shoulder before Kara can stop her. She smiles warmly as she turns back to Kara. “I’ll leave you two alone.” She slips past Kara and into the hallway.

“My…” Lena’s eyes go wide as she sees Kara standing helpless in front of the now closed door. Her voice is still scratchy from the extubation. Her hair is greasy and all over the pillow, her right arm and left leg are completely immobilized, there are wires running through the top of her hospital gown, her whole body a tapestry of garish purples and greens and stitches. But she’s awake. Kara has never felt more relieved in her entire life, but it turns to ice in her veins as Lena struggles to speak, clearly confused. “My - my - oh god.” Her eyes start to fill with tears and Kara panics.

“No, Lena, no, it’s not - “ she starts saying, taking quick steps towards the bed.

“Oh god, oh god, Kara,” Lena chokes out, twisting a little in bed and flinching, “they said I only lost a week, they said my memory seemed okay, that there’s no - ”

“We’re not married!” Kara yells out trying to stop the clear spiral Lena is on. Lena’s eyes go wide, but she does stop looking like she’s about to start sobbing. “We’re not married,” Kara repeats, in a normal voice this time.

“Then why…”

Kara winces. “I might have told the hospital staff that we are. Married, that is.”

Lena looks wary, small and weak and confused in the bed, and she’s frowning a little at Kara now. It doesn’t even matter, though, because the feeling of seeing Lena awake is returning with every word she speaks, and Kara feels something in her chest open up. She has to resist walking over and climbing into bed with her and holding her, knows she needs to explain first.

In every single way Kara played out this moment all week in her head, not once is this how it went - she wants Lena to be smiling, to be okay, or at least as okay as one can be after coming out of a medically induced coma, with a number of near catastrophic injuries still to be dealt with. She certainly didn’t imagine she’d be contributing to the disorientation and isolation Lena’s projecting right now.

Lena’s eyes dart around Kara’s face. Kara takes a deep breath.

“The first night you were here, I had to see you.” She starts twisting her hands together, takes another step towards the bed. “And it was late, and even though I’m your emergency contact, they said no after hours visitors except for family and I panicked.”

“You panicked.” Lena sounds like she’s unsure how panic would lead someone to pretend to be married, and honestly, now that Kara is having to explain the decision, she’s not really sure either. The only thing she knows is that she doesn’t regret it. Would do it again, in fact.

“I knew if they thought I was your wife, they’d let me in to see you. And Lena, I had to see you. I had to. You were - “ Kara cuts herself off, can feel the tightness in her chest, closing around her heart like a vice. “Your heart stopped before I could get you to the hospital. The last time I saw you, I didn’t know if - “ A small sob works it’s way up her throat, and Kara’s eyes are burning. She feels a tear break free from her lashes. “I needed to hear your heartbeat.”

An unreadable expression crosses Lena’s face as Kara takes the seat by her bed that she’s occupied for the last week. To Kara’s great relief, Lena reaches out her left hand, lays it on the edge of the bed, palm up. Kara grabs for it with both of her own.

And Rao, the feeling of Lena’s hand, still cold, but undeniably warmer, squeezing back when Kara grips tightly - she doesn’t know how to describe this feeling. It starts a fresh wave of sobs in her, of relief this time, rather than terror.

“Hey,” Lena says, punctuating it with another flex of her fingers around the back of Kara’s hand. “Hey, I’m okay. I’m here. You saved me. I’m okay, see?”

And really, that just makes Kara cry harder.

“I’m supposed to be comforting you,” she chokes out.

“You are,” Lena says, disengaging their hands and bringing her fingers up to Kara’s face, wiping at the tears. “You are, god, I was just thrown. I thought...I thought, it doesn't matter what I thought.” She tries to laugh and ends up flinching.

“Oh no, are you okay, should I call the doctor?” Kara immediately reaches forward, lays a hand on Lena’s hip above the sheets and wipes furiously at her face with the other.

“It’s the broken ribs,” Lena grits out, jaw flexing as she drops her hand away from Kara’s face and back onto the bed. “Fuck that hurts.”

“I’m just so glad you’re awake,” Kara says, leaning forward again and brushing some of the hair out of Lena’s face, trying to tuck it behind her ear.

That’s how Bernadette finds them when she returns, Kara gently touching Lena’s forehead, and rubbing her hip, the two of them so close that Kara might as well climb in next to her.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she says, smiling at the two of them. “The attending would like to pop in with the head of ortho to talk about surgical options for your femur. Should I tell her to come back later?”

Kara moves to stand up, she doesn’t want to delay anything about Lena’s care, but Lena reaches for her hand again, and Kara’s powerless to do anything but lace their fingers together and sit back down.

Lena takes a shallow breath, “Can my wife stay?”

My wife. Hearing it come out of Lena’s mouth does something to Kara that feels a little dangerous, makes the room spin a bit. Her heart feels as if it’s expanding and being squeezed at the same time. My wife. My wife. My wife.

“Of course, she’s more than welcome to stay,” Bernadette says. “It’s probably a good idea, actually, now that there are care decisions to make.”

_____________________

“Let me get this straight,” Alex says, her head in her hands. Kelly reaches out to rub her back. “You’re still pretending to be married, and Lena is playing along with it?”

Kara nods. They’re sitting down in the cafeteria while Lena gets a sponge bath, something that Kara is trying very hard not to think about. It’s been nearly three weeks, one major operation, and thankfully no more complications.

And Kara has been here through it all. She’s started leaving for blocks of time during the day (it turns out she didn’t have a month worth of vacation saved up and Alex had nearly had an aneurysm when Kara asked if she was allowed to use family medical leave act time), but she’s spent nearly every night in the hospital with Lena since. The medical team loves them, has started talking to them about how devoted Kara is. Maybe Kara’s playing into it a little, bringing flowers, and Lena’s favorite foods, and always, always touching her in some way when she’s in the room.

“You know they’re going to build her discharge plan around you, right?” Alex squints at her. “Have you considered that?”

Kara flushes. “Actually,” she brings a hand up to rub at the back of her neck, adjusts her glasses for good measure, “we’ve agreed that I’ll just move in with Lena for a little while. She can hire someone during the day, but I’ll be around at night and I can help with the rehab. So, um, it’s fine.”

“You’re both fucking idiots.”

_________________

“I’ve been home for an hour and I’m already regretting every choice in my life that’s lead to this point. This is humiliating.”

“Oh my gosh,” Kara laughs, “no it isn’t.”

“Kara, you’re washing my hair in the kitchen sink because I can’t even wash myself right now with this fucking cast and brace on.”

Kara grins, squirting shampoo onto her hand and setting the bottle down on the marble countertop. Lena is sitting in the wheelchair, left leg propped up on the supports. She’s leaning back with her head over the edge of the sink, rolled up towels supporting her neck and her eyes are closed. She’s frowning, but it’s the frown she wears when she’s trying too hard not to smile. It makes Kara want to kiss it right off her face. She takes a deep breath, instead.

Kara is just so grateful that she gets to see Lena like this, hair stringy from the hospital, oversize sweatshirt with one sleeve bunched up over the top of the lime green cast on her right arm. The post-surgical femoral fracture brace looks uncomfortable, but Lena hasn’t complained about it at all. So, fine, maybe this nearly debilitating urge to kiss her best friend, to ask her if the last few weeks could be real, instead of fake (not the marriage part, not now, anyway, but the relationship part sure), is getting more and more intrusive. That doesn’t mean Kara can’t continue to ignore it until Lena’s better.

She finishes washing Lena’s hair and if she takes extra time massaging in the conditioner and making sure the water temperature is absolutely perfect, well, that’s just being a good caretaker. She sets Lena up in her bedroom, then goes back to the kitchen to clean up

“Ok, Lena,” Kara says, walking back into the bedroom. “You officially have zero edible things in your apartment. I’m going to make a list and head to the grocery store for supplies, ok? Your next meds can’t be taken on an empty stomach.”

“You’re underestimating my iron constitution.” Lena frowns unhappily in bed. “We can just order some, you don’t have to go.”

“I’ll be back in a jiffy, okay?” Kara smiles at Lena.

Sure, they could order groceries, but she wants to go get them, to pick them out herself, and bring them back. It makes her feel so good to be able to do things like this: wash her hair, go get groceries, make her something to eat. The best part of this whole terrible ordeal is that she’s gotten to take care of Lena, to show her, not just tell her, how important she is to Kara. It warms her up from the inside out.

“You sure I’m allowed to be by myself?” Lena teases, breaking Kara out of her thoughts. “I haven’t been left to my own devices in weeks now. Just imagine all the trouble I could get into.” She raises an eyebrow.

Kara laughs and shakes her head, drawn closer to Lena like a magnet. Lena’s tucked into bed, leg propped up on pillows to keep the brace comfortable, two books on the nightstand beside her, a glass of water within easy reach, and the next round of medications in a small porcelain bowl that Kara repurposed from the kitchen. Her hair is still wet from being washed, and although there are dark circles around her eyes, and her cheekbones are too sharp from the weight she lost in the hospital, Kara doesn’t think she’s ever seen anything more beautiful than Lena right at this exact moment.

She walks over to the bed and sits down next to Lena, reaching over to move the glass of water back from the edge of the nightstand and onto a coaster. “You’re going to be fine. I’ll bet you a whole order of potstickers that you’re asleep when I get back.” She reaches across Lena, adjusts the towel covering up her pillow to keep it from getting wet.

When she pulls back slightly, she’s startled by how close Lena’s face is to hers. Lena is looking at her with such unadulterated fondness, that Kara can’t help reaching up and tucking a wet tendril of hair back behind Lena’s ear. “I’ll be back so soon you won’t even know I was gone.”

“I always know when you’re gone,” Lena says, the corners of her mouth lifting up, her eyes crinkling lightly. Kara’s hand has drifted from Lena’s ear to the back of her head, her thumb brushing gently at the soft skin just below Lena’s jaw.

When she retells the story of what happens next later, Alex will roll her eyes and mutter under hear breath, but Kara will swear this is the truth: without even thinking about it, she leans forward and kisses Lena on the lips, quick and soft, then stands and turns to go, pulling her phone out of her pocket so she can start making a grocery list.

“You can drop the act now,” Lena says, a little stiffly.

“Huh?” Kara whips around, more at Lena’s tone than at her words, and looks at her in confusion. Lena’s face is bright red.

“Kara, we’re - I’m home, there’s no hospital staff to convince anymore.” She sounds a little upset and Kara, feels her forehead crinkle as she replays the last several seconds in her head: she moved Lena’s water, adjusted the towel behind her head, smoothed Lena’s hair, and…

“Oh Rao, oh gosh.” She takes a step forward, then back abruptly, as she realizes that she’s just kissed Lena on the mouth. She puts one hand on her forehead and the other on her hip, spins in a small circle. “Lena, I’m so sorry. I didn’t - ”

“It’s fine,” Lena says, her voice sounding calm and even now that Kara is having a meltdown, but her heart is doing some sort of high speed gallop in her chest and it’s giving Kara the impression that this is not actually fine.

Oh no, oh gosh… “Lena, I’m sorry, - ”

“I get it.” Lena cuts her off, holding up a hand to stop her. “The whole act, it’s a hard habit to break.” She drops her hand to the bed and laughs lightly, picking at the blanket. “Honestly I’m surprised we made it this long without accidentally doing that.”

“Accidently. Yes.” Kara’s nodding so hard, she feels like her head might come off. “It was an accident.” That might be a convenient way of putting it, but it doesn’t change the fact that Kara’s been wanting to kiss Lena, wants it to be as un-accidental as possible. And aren’t accidents things like tripping on the carpet, or spilling a drink at dinner? She may not have been thinking when she did it, but Kara knows there’s nothing accidental about that kiss.

But Lena’s giving her an out, and Kara can’t bring herself not to take it.

“I’m just going to - ” Kara gestures over her shoulder and then she flees.

“Alex, I kissed her.” Kara’s made it outside the apartment, but her heart hasn’t slowed down. She didn’t even bother making a list after walking out of Lena’s bedroom, just went straight to the elevator, dialing Alex before she’d even hit the lobby. Her stomach is squirmy, she feels like she might throw up.

“Finally,” Alex says, letting out what might be a relieved sigh.

“What do you mean finally?” Kara feels hysterical.

“I mean finally, idiot. Watching the two of you for the past three weeks has been the most painful experience of my life, I’m glad you finally did it.”

“She thinks it was because of the act!” Kara nearly yells. A man walking by looks at her, narrowing his eyes and giving her a wide berth. “She thinks it’s because of the act, Alex!”

There’s silence on the other end of the line for a moment.

“Kara Danvers, are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“No,” Kara wails. “I didn’t even mean to do it! Or, well. I meant to do it, but I didn’t know I was doing it. I was making sure she had everything she needed and then I was leaving to go to the grocery story and somewhere in the middle I kissed her! And she got kinda upset even though she said she wasn’t and she says it’s fine because it was an accident. And it was an accident, at least in the sense that I wasn’t thinking when I did it and god I didn’t even ask if she wanted to kiss me, but I meant it, Alex, I meant it.”

Kara can picture Alex right now: that tight, unhappy expression on her face, fingers pinching her nose between her eyes.

“Okay, I swore to Kelly I wasn’t going to do this, but that was before you lost your damn mind and kissed her.” Kara can hear Alex take a deep breath. “You need to go back upstairs right now and confess, Kara.”

“What?” Kara practically screeches. She spins in a circle. “No, this isn’t the right time. I’m supposed to be helping her, I’m supposed to be taking care of her, I can’t put this on her right now. What if she doesn’t feel the same, what if this ruins everything, what if - “

Thankfully Alex cuts her off. “That argument worked before you kissed her and decided to let her believe you didn’t mean to do it. And before you argue with me, you might not have known you were doing it, but you absolutely meant to do it, Kara.”

Kara is now facing Lena’s apartment and gently knocking her forehead against it.

“Kara, I heard that crack, stop headbutting the building.” Kara stops, keeps her forehead pressed to the cool limestone. Alex pauses, and her voice is gentle when she continues. “You gotta tell her, kiddo. You’ve been down the whole lying path with her before and while I don’t think this is the kind of lie that would cause her to try removing our free-will again, I do think that you guys decided on honesty as your way forward. You either own that, or you don’t.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right.” Kara squeezes her eyes shut. “If we can get through that, we can get through this.”

“That’s the spirit. And hey, if for some reason things don’t go well and you feel like you can’t stay with her? Kelly or I would be happy to swap out for you tonight. Just in case you need some space.”

“Thanks, Alex.”

“But Kara, I think you’re gonna be just fine.”

Kara doesn’t feel much better when she hangs up with Alex, but she knows her sister is right. She’s got to tell Lena.

And to be honest, Kara can’t imagine a world in which Lena would be upset with her for having feelings, regardless of whether they’re reciprocated. They’ll be able to work through this, even if it hurts for a while. She’s had friends fall in love with her before, and she’s always been able to keep them as friends afterwards. God, maybe Winn has some advice for me, she thinks.

So Kara takes a deep breath and goes back inside. Groceries can wait.

She’s trembling when she lets herself back into Lena’s apartment. It’s nerves, anticipation more than anything. She’s about to confess something that she can’t, won’t take back and it will change things between them, even if only for a while.

Lena looks up from her book when Kara makes her way back into the bedroom. She sets it down beside her hip on the bed and cocks her head.

“Well that was fast. Did Supergirl get my groceries?” She gives Kara a smile.

“I’m in love with you.” Well that’s one way to start this conversation. “And I didn’t kiss you accidentally.”

Lena’s smile drops, her eyes widening in surprise. Everything about her seems to freeze.

“Before you say anything, I need to get this out. I’m not telling you because I’m expecting anything. I don’t want anything to change, I mean, I do, clearly, but I don’t if that’s not what you want.” Kara squeezes her eyes shut and looks at the ceiling. She really should have thought this through. “I’ve known for a while, actually, I was just worried about what it might mean, if you didn’t feel the same way.” She drops her gaze back to Lena. “But then you almost died. And I pretended to be your wife. And I was planning on telling you once you’re totally recovered. Except then I kissed you without even thinking about it and I can’t lie about this, Lena. It isn’t good for either of us. So. Yeah. Just. Tell me what you need.”

Lena’s looking at her with an expression Kara can’t read, but she doesn’t look unhappy, or afraid, or upset...

“Kara, do you remember when that nurse told me my wife had shown up?”

“Yes,” Kara says, frowning, because she doesn't understand where Lena is going with this. “Of course I do, you were panicked that you’d experienced severe brain damage.”

Lena shakes her head, pats the space on the bed next to her.

Kara feels a weight lift from her shoulders: no matter how this goes, if Lena is asking her to come closer, then they’re going to be okay. She walks across the carpet.

“You’re right,” Lena says as Kara comes closer, “I was worried, but that wasn’t the only thing that made me panic.”

“What else was it?” Kara sits down and looks at her lap, bringing her hands together to fidget. She can feel Lena’s body heat next to her, but she doesn’t want to reach out unless Lena does it first. “Was it the idea of being married to me?” She laughs. She can laugh about this.

“No, darling,” Lena says. She reaches for Kara’s hands, smoothing her fingers across them to still them. Darling, that’s a good sign, right? “Kara, as terrified as I was that there was more damage, my first thought was that somehow I’d lost memories of us: of you falling in love with me, of dating and first kisses and someone proposing and a wedding.” Lena pauses and Kara stares at their joined hands. She hears more than sees Lena take a deep breath and let it out. “I’ve been in love with you for so long it broke my heart to think that those things had happened and I couldn’t remember them.”

Kara whips her head around to look at Lena. Her best friend is smiling, and her eyes are a little wet like maybe she’s overwhelmed and might cry and oh gosh, does Kara understand that feeling right now.

“You love me,” she says, feeling her own eyes start to fill with tears.

Lena nods.

“You’re in love with me,” Kara can’t help clarifying. This is something out of a dream.

Lena nods again.

“Can I…” Kara reaches for Lena’s face, trails her knuckles down Lena’s cheek and watches in awe as Lena leans into the touch. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes,” Lena breaths out, smiling, and it’s blinding. “But only if it’s not an accident.”

#this is not what I meant to be writing at all today and also it is much less funny than the tag ficlet but what're you gonna do?#robie writes #supercorp #WHAT'S PROOF READING I'VE NEVER HEARD OF IT DON'T @ME #tw canon typical violence

2K notes · View notes

spectre-fivee · 3 years

Text

Over the Moon: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8081 (wtf this is so close to Anakin’s secret password or whatever, also WOW this is easily the longest piece I’ve ever written)

Warnings: HEAVY smut, both male and female receiving oral, unprotected sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, heavy use of the word ‘master’, dom/sub play, slight brat taming, praise and humiliation kink, edging, slight force play & restraint

A/N: Hey yalllll I’m back with another smut LMAO this is a prequel to let me take care of you, my first obi-wan smut :DD this is LONG asf and includes a small backstory but I promise the majority of it includes smut scenes lol. I hope you guys enjoy and I love your feedback!! much love <3

******************

You were over the moon when you found out that you would be accompanied by General Obi Wan Kenobi on your next business trip.

Literally. Quite literally, you were over the moon. You had just coincidentally flown over Centax-3 and were now in pursuit to Coruscant's surface in preparation for your oncoming journey, and you were so beyond excited that you found it hard to contain yourself around your personal guards. Just as you entered the planet’s atmosphere, you decided you had enough of the automated briefing and muted the transmitter on your arm. You were too focused on the fact that you were going to be alone with General Kenobi for an entire day.

Well, night really. You had managed to catch that part of the briefing.

You could watch it later. As you packed, perhaps. It was fine.

Feeling like a little girl as you basically pranced back to your quarters, you lugged a small bag out of your closet and began to fill it with necessities.

Being a senator for so many years had forced you into countless situations with General Kenobi, but never such as this one. When you met the Jedi Knight in the beginning of your career, the two of you clicked almost instantly. Over time, your admiration of the man blossomed into something...different.

Oftentimes the general would escort you from the Senate Chamber itself all the way to your office on the third floor. He had always been so well spoken and full to the brim with witty charm, enough to make you feel like a total schoolgirl when you locked yourself in your office, squealing and jumping up and down after your encounters with him. Sometimes, you would accompany Obi Wan on walks both inside and outside the building. One time, he was kind enough to show you the gardens outside the Jedi temple on Coruscant. Other times, you were simply by his side in the senate halls, holding your stomach as you just about died of laughter. It was all you could do to keep yourself from absolutely melting when he looked at you with those glittering blue eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk.

Butterflies swarmed in a vicious frenzy as you packed your bag, your cheeks so hot you thought you might explode just at the thought of General Kenobi. You looked up when you heard a soft knock at your door. “Come in,” You had said before a guard stepped inside and informed you that you were leaving earlier than the time scheduled. You nodded and rose to your feet swiftly with a polite smile.

“That’s alright, I’m already prepared.”

***************

The only thing you had forgotten was to finish watching the automated briefing.

Which, arguably, should have been at the top of your list. But somehow it had just slipped from your mind. Now, you were positioned in between General Kenobi and his commander, CC-2224, but you knew him as Cody. The two men remained quiet and Obi Wan tapped through the data pad in his hand. When you glanced at Cody, you couldn’t tell what exactly he was looking at or if he even had his eyes open under his helmet, he was so quiet. Either way, you cast him a polite smile when you glanced his way.

You felt kind of awful, really. This was, on your part, a mission regarding humanitarian aid, and you were the Galactic Republic’s representative in this instance. You didn’t know anything about this planet you were traveling to, only its name - Lelroth. You didn’t know the people’s conditions nor how much territory the Separatists occupied, that is, unless the citizens had decided to stand their ground.

A clone trooper’s voice came over the intercom of the transporter. “We’ll be arriving shortly.”

You tried to peek at Obi Wan’s data pad in hopes of receiving any information. “Have you ever been to Lelroth?” You asked.

He glanced up at you. “No. Frankly, I have no idea what to expect.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” You muttered quietly. His eyebrows quirked up as he stared at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You...received the briefing, correct?” He asked, and immediately your palms began to sweat.

“Of course I received the briefing.” You responded a little too defensively. He gave you a small grin before looking back down at the tablet in his hands.

You glanced over at Cody nervously as if expecting a response. You felt stupid after your eyes fell onto his yellow helmet, hearing Obi Wan step away and enter the pilot’s cabin.

“You didn’t watch the briefing, did you?” Cody asked, his voice hushed and amused.

“No.” You said. “No, I did not.”

You heard his chuckle through the moderator in his helmet as heat rose to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but smile and punch him playfully, giggling slightly. He leaned closer and began to fill you in quietly, and all jokes fell aside when you learned of the planet’s condition.

Few months prior, Lelroth had fallen under separatist control after the population had been forced under Count Dooku’s submission. The Republic Senate had been receiving reports of just about anything you could think of to describe a humanitarian crisis. You stumbled into Cody a bit as the ship landed.

“We’re here.” The pilot announced as the hatch lowered with a loud, steaming noise.

You squinted as bright sunlight poured into the cabin, raising a hand up to block the sun as Obi Wan stepped out. Lelroth’s atmosphere was thick and humid as you followed him, listening to the dirt crumble beneath your feet as you stepped out. You gazed around the enclosing woods with a small smile, the saturation taking you by surprise after being stuck on Coruscant’s smoggy surface for so long. Though it was muggy, the air felt clean and fresh as you took in a deep breath. You swore you could almost taste the moisture on your tongue.

“Preferably tomorrow morning, yes. I’ll be contacting the council tonight and…” The general’s voice came in and out of earshot as you glanced over at the assault carrier you arrived on. You watched as the clones nodded swiftly at the Jedi’s words, saluting him one last time before the hatch closed and the ship descended through the trees. It was gone almost as quickly as it had arrived.

Obi Wan sighed and pulled the data pad back out of the abyss of his dark cloak before tapping at the screen again. “Let’s make this quick, shall we?” He murmured.

You laughed slightly. “Is my presence such a bother?” The tablet still held his attention as he flashed you a grin.

“Oh, yes. That’s definitely the reason.” He joked.

A sickening feeling started to grab at your stomach after hearing Cody describe the condition on Lelroth. You were unnerved, and regardless of the fact that you had a Jedi Knight as your company, you two were members of the Galactic Republic isolated on separatist territory.

“We should get going.” You murmured. “They’ll be expecting us soon.” you watched Obi Wan pull his large hood over his head as he murmured something under his breath, stepping forward and heading deep into the thick forest with you on his tail.

****************

The Lelrothians were a kind people. Their reaction to your arrival with the general was rather pleasant - they went so far as to throw a feast in you and the general’s honor. After meeting with the chief of the village you would reside in, you finally got a real understanding of the Lelrothians’ situation. You and Kenobi shared a grimaced glance as the chief went on to describe the state of his village alone.

He explained how a large percentage of the newfound members in his village were forced to flee the capital city after falling under a dark hand. You assumed the state of the capital was even worse than this small village as he reported substantial amounts of depleted resources. Running water had been cut off to many families and citizens could no longer supply food on their tables. The chief even mentioned the punishments some experienced for resisting - you weren’t surprised in the nearest after hearing tales of the wicked actions of General Grievous and his clanker army, but still...it was hard to hear.

“We were neutral ground,” You gazed over the chief’s descending head tails as he spoke. Dinek Kev was a twi’lek himself, his account thick and common amongst most of his species. When you glanced around the table, there had to be over fifteen different species in just the room alone. Sullustans, Ithorians, even a few Gungans and a Wookiee occupied a seat at the table. You smiled to yourself and returned your attention to the orange skin of Chief Dinek as he spoke.

“A peaceful people. Nearly everyone in this room is an immigrant or comes from one, somebody who was seeking peace. Other pacifist planets such as Mandalore seem to have been fine as they’ve remained neutral.”

“Believe me, Chief - Mandalore has been experiencing a great deal of their own internal conflict.” General Kenobi spoke.

“Forgive me, Jedi.” Dinek murmured quickly. “I’m just...desperate. I would have never taken the role of chief if it weren’t for Grievous and his army - I only want to protect my family and my home.”

You reached out and took Dinek’s hand, staring into his eyes sympathetically. “I’ll open it up for discussion in the senate as soon as I return to Coruscant. I promise you, Chief Dinek, we’re going to provide Lelroth with humanitarian aid and drive the separatists out of here.”

“I’ll speak with the council tonight.” The hood of Obi Wan’s cloak hung lazily around his neck as he murmured, stroking his beard in his typical fashion. His delicate blue eyes were glued onto his empty plate. Dinek squeezed your hand and began to thank the two of you profusely. You bit your lip, hesitant to discuss the requirements in order for any agreement to come through within the senate.

“Chief Dinek,” You started. “The villagers are going to have to learn to defend themselves.”

All you got from him in response was a simple blink, a common reaction among those the Jedi come to aid. Most planets that fall under separatist control hold peaceful populations, those who don’t believe in waging war and therefore seeing no need for a military. You desperately wished it didn’t have to be this way. It was heartbreaking seeing simple, innocent lives dragged into the Clone Wars, and one day, you hoped that the galaxy would evolve into one where war could be completely evaded.

“Defend ourselves? You mean train us to fight?” Dinek asked.

“Yes.” You replied.

“That is why we’re here.” Obi Wan explained. The chief finally slid his hand from yours and seemed to recoil at the words spoken. “The Jedi can only aid so much, Chief. The Lelrothians need to learn to defend themselves in order to be sure of complete safety from the separatists.”

After a moment of watching the chief calculate in silence, he looked up at you two with an entirely different expression on his face. He glanced around the dim room and gazed over his people with a small smile curved upon his lips. His eyes darted to yours before Obi Wan’s as he spoke.

“You’re right. The Lelrothians are never going to evade this if we don’t take matters into our own hands.” You smiled at Dinek’s words.

“Good.” Obi Wan stroked his beard again.

“I’ll leave for Coruscant at dawn and begin discussion in the senate.” You announced.

“Yes, and that is when training will begin. Tonight I will get an idea of when reinforcements will arrive on Lelroth. We’ll have a very short timespan to train, I suspect.” The general uttered.

“General Kenobi and I will stay in contact and you’ll be the first to know the senate’s decision.” You concluded. Dinek took your hand again and smiled/

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” As he spoke, music began to sound from the instruments held by those up on a small, makeshift stage. The villagers began to cheer and rose to their feet, clapping along to the tune that billowed out from various horns. You grinned as the chief stood and joined his people, taking a woman’s hand delicately and spinning her in delight.

You looked over at Obi Wan with a smile. He looked up at you and met your gaze with the rise of an eyebrow. “What?” He asked.

“Wanna dance?” You giggled. He merely scoffed.

“That would seem a bit unprofessional.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Oh, lighten up, General. They threw an entire feast in our honor, surely we can dance with them.”

He smiled at you sarcastically. “I’ll pass.”

“C’mon. You know you want to.” You pressed, nudging him playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered simply.

“Just relax. It’s not like you’ll get kicked out of the order or whatever. It’s just dancing!” He glanced up at you in his seat as you stood, grinning down at him.

“You can be very nagging, did you know that?” He asked. You offered your hand, the same stupid grin plastered onto your lips. He scoffed again and reluctantly took it, rising to his feet slowly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He muttered with a grin as you pulled him over to the crowd and were instantly submerged by cheers, laughter, and celebration, having the time of your life with Obi Wan at your side.

**********************

The celebration soon came to an end and after a brief escort from Chief Dinek and a few of his men, you and General Kenobi arrived at the motel you would come to stay at briefly. The neon lights of the vacancy sign cast a bleached hot pink color onto the gravel beneath your feet. It crunched and crumbled as you stepped, tuning out of Obi Wan and Dinek’s conversation as you were led into the cramped lobby.

The wallpaper was faded and chipping in the room surrounding the front desk. A small Sullustan woman sat in an organically shaped velvet chair with a book open in front of her. Dinek stepped forward and quickly informed her that you and Kenobi were the reinforcements sent from Coruscant. You listened as she told the chief that there was only one room available, in which you and Obi Wan shrugged off. She thanked the two of you, passed over the room key and sent you on your way. As you trudged up the wooden stairs that led to the second floor, you heard Obi Wan sigh.

“Tired from all that dancing, General?” You chuckled. “You sure know how to get down.”

“Yes, but you on the other hand…” He trailed off, and when you looked back at him with a dramatic expression on your face, he chuckled.

You smiled and swiped the key card through the slot outside the door. “Whatever.”

The two of you didn’t think much of the fact that there was only one room available. It didn’t matter to either of you, because all motel rooms generally contain two separate beds, right?

Wrong. Apparently, all hotel rooms except this one contained two separate beds. Your jaw wanted to hang open at the sight of it, really. Obi Wan froze in his tracks when he entered the compact room.

“Not even a sofa?” you commented. The door still hung open behind you when Obi Wan turned and met your gaze almost frantically.

“There has to be a mistake.” He said.

“She said this was the only room available. Dinek said this was the only lodge in the village.” You mumbled, finally shutting the door.

“Right, well.” The general uttered and stroked his beard once again, beginning to pace as he did so. “I guess I’ll sleep on the floor.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I’ll sleep on the floor, you have to train in the morning.” You watched as he traveled over to the chairs seated at a tiny round table in front of the window. They were a brilliant orange in contrast to the faded, once flamboyant green walls.

“No. The chair will do.” He said as he sunk into the cushion. “See?” He planted his feet onto the stem of the table, pushing it back so it allowed him to stretch his ankles over the surface. You only stared at him with your eyebrows raised.

“It beats the floor.” Obi Wan shrugged. You shook your head, smiling as you sat on the edge of the bed. You were facing forward, looking at the painting that hung on the wall before you. The sheets on the mattress were an ugly plaid that was laced with oranges, reds, greens and browns. It was very dated, but at the same time it almost felt...homey.

“We’re adults, aren’t we?” You chuckled. “This is only a business trip, General. Stars, if we have to we can just build a pillow wall between the two of us.”

When you didn’t get an immediate response, you glanced over at him only to see the amused expression on his face. But it was the kind of amused look that nearly belittles you and makes you feel completely and utterly ridiculous.

“Yes, and a business trip it will remain.” He uttered. “I do hope you’re joking.”

Your cheeks grew hot in flustered embarrassment. “Uh - I mean, yeah. Totally kidding.” You darted your eyes to your feet and began to swing them back and forth childishly. You heard chuckling from the general’s end but didn’t dare look over at him. You didn’t need to, you already knew he was sitting back and staring at the data pad again.

Moments passed and you had nothing else better to do than sift through the dusty magazines that sat below the bedside table. The lamp atop the metal surface cast a warm, dim yellow light through the room. It made you feel almost cozy as you flipped through the old pages, reading the articles and gazing at some of the most beautiful alien models you had ever laid eyes on. “Wish they had a holonet in here.” You muttered, bored and wishing for some kind of noise instead of this awkward silence that hung in the air.

Time continued to drag on and it grew late enough for you to decide to head into the bathroom to change your clothes. You turned the handle and listened as the faucet began to run while staring at yourself in the mirror. The general seemed grumpy after your comment, and you weren’t sure why. It was easily played off as a joke, you thought...besides, you only wanted to save him from a little back pain and stiffness in the morning.

You were only trying to be polite. And, well...you were secretly hoping for a little more than that.

As you splashed warm water onto your face, you heard Obi Wan’s voice from the other side of the door and watched as his figure cast shadows across the tile you stood on. The automated voice of Master Yoda and Master Mace Windu echoed around the small room as the general began to discuss with the council.

When you stepped out of the bathroom and crawled under the covers, you tried your best not to eavesdrop on his conversation. You stared at the magazine in your lap blankly.

All he was doing was pacing, it was rather distracting. You wished this place had a radio or something, or that it was safe enough to take a short walk. The meeting between Obi Wan and the other Jedi Masters seemed to last eons as you found your eyelids growing heavy. You stared at the cover of the magazine, it showcased a twi’lek woman posing in front of a ship. You yawned, cast it aside and allowed sleep to take over completely.

******************

When you woke up, it was still dark outside. The lamp beside your bed had been shut off by Obi Wan, but the one hanging above the chair he sat in remained lit as he set down the data pad with a sigh. You weren’t sure what had woken you up, and as you gazed at the general while you laid on your side, you didn’t really care.

You could tell he was weary as he blinked slowly and ran his fingers through his hair. Glancing away, you felt slightly creepy as you stared at him for so long. But, I mean, could you really blame yourself?

After moments of silence, Obi Wan was the one to break it. “My apologies. I didn’t realize that the meeting would take so long.” His voice was deep and a bit croaky as it came out.

“It’s okay.” Was all you said as he reached for the light above him.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured.

“Are you sure you don’t want to share the bed?” You made sure it was apparent that you were joking as you smiled and chuckled, gazing at him as you did so. He paused for a moment, staring at you before his lips curved up into a grin.

“I see that pillow wall is still up for discussion?” He teased, and you laughed again.

“C’mon, it won’t bite. Besides, I’m only trying to save you from a little back pain.”

“Senator, are you implying that I’m old?” He chuckled.

“No, but I do understand that the dancing was already a step over the line for you.” You giggled, smirking. “Hurry up with that decision making please, I’m tired.”

Obi Wan laughed slightly before reaching up and turning off the light. To your disappointment, he didn’t stand up from his chair. You sighed softly and shut your eyes, letting go of the situation as you focused on falling asleep again.

Just as your mind began to wander, you felt a weight sink into the mattress beside you. Your eyes flew open as Obi Wan climbed into bed next to you, only to stare at the complete darkness that surrounded.

You grinned. “Did you change your mind?”

He sighed as he settled in. You could feel him, mere inches away from you as he relaxed. “Don’t make me regret it, Senator.”

You chuckled as darker thoughts began to consume you, reminding yourself that this was a business trip - strictly business. You wondered if Obi Wan thought the same, but you shot that down with another reality check as well.

You wanted to say something, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You were worried that Obi Wan was actually trying to sleep, and you didn’t want to disturb him, or worse - make things even more awkward like earlier. Now, more than ever, you knew you were never going to fall asleep with Obi Wan Kenobi lying next to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Hm?”

“I can practically feel how restless you are at the moment.” He murmured.

“Am I moving too much or is it your spooky voodoo magic?” You asked. He began to chuckle softly.

“Do you mean the Force?”

“Yeah, that.”

“It doesn’t take a Jedi to feel you staring at me.” The grin in his voice made you feel even more embarrassed as you rolled over onto your opposite side, your eyes squeezed shut.

Obi Wan hesitated for a moment before murmuring, “I never said stop, darling. I don’t mind.” His words ignited a spark that released trillions of butterflies swarming in your stomach, and you couldn’t stop the gigantic smile that was forming on your lips.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” As you responded, you felt the general’s weight shift behind you.

His voice came from above you now. “Oh, you didn’t hear me clearly?” You felt his hot breath against your ear as he spoke his next sentence. “I said, I don’t mind your staring. I just wish you would stare at me when I could see you doing it.” His mumbling spiraled into your ear and descended down your body, pausing right in between your legs. You crossed them tight in instinct, nearly gasping.

“I thought you said this trip was strictly business, General.” You breathed.

“Like you said, I already crossed the line when you forced me to dance.” He joked. “Besides, I think we’ve both waited long enough for this moment.” His voice was hushed and gravelly and Stars, sexy as it rumbled into your ear. You turned until you felt his lips were hovering over yours in the darkness, the mattress creaking as you did so.

“You didn’t seem to think that way earlier.” You mumbled, a fat smirk on your face as you teased him. He sunk himself closer to you and you swore you felt his lips brush against yours for a second.

“Nobody needs to know,” He whispered. A moment of silence passed before he dove his lips into yours, drawing out a small sound of surprise from you. You felt his forearm come down beside your head and he let out the tiniest of groans. You knew this was coming judging by your previous dialogue, but you were still in shock. For a moment, you seemed to be dead weight as Obi Wan crawled on top of you. The only thing that moved was your lips against his until realization finally kicked in.

It started with your hands, which rose up swiftly to grab the sides of his face. His beard felt scratchy beneath your fingers in the best way as you hooked your legs around his waist. You had always wanted to touch him like this, to feel and move with him as your mouths were connected and one was on top of the other. It was something you could only fantasize about for the longest time until you had to tell yourself it was never going to happen. But now, it was happening.

His lips were as soft and welcoming as the pillows beneath your head as he kissed you. It was deep and passionate and almost aggressive, and that alone confirmed to you that Kenobi wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Following your hands came your tongue as you pressed it between his lips gently, silently asking for entrance into the warm cave of his mouth. He granted permission and you felt his hand entangle in your hair when your tongues met. You sat up slightly, pushing yourself into him further as you dragged your teeth across the pink valley of his bottom lip. The grip nestled in your hair tightened in reaction and you giggled softly into him.

He tasted of fresh mint, and you found yourself wondering if he had brushed his teeth mere moments before this. He was dominating and absolutely thrilling as he rolled over, allowing you to straddle his waist and dip your chin down to his neck to leave a series of pecks down his flesh.

“Someone’s eager,” he commented, and in response you bit down slightly into his skin. He made a small startled noise in response before chuckling, abruptly flipping you onto your back. He left you breathless as his lips collided into yours again, and he groaned when you arched into him. His hands were absolutely everywhere. They ran from your jaw to your neck and then down to your forearms, back up to your shoulders and down to your breasts, down to your waist to grab at your hips...seemingly all at once.

He squeezed his fingers into the meat of your thighs and you groaned, raking your own through his hair. You felt like his touch was all you needed as your tongue slid against his.

Darkness still engulfed the two of you. Obi Wan’s skin was on fire when he caressed you, the heat between your legs was set ablaze as he dipped his chin down, his lips traveling down your neck slowly. You wanted to see him, his face when he looked down at you, his blue eyes clouded with lust. You wanted to look into his eyes and absolutely moan his name, you wanted to -

Obi Wan’s lips left your skin just above the hem of your shirt. He paused for a moment, holding himself before you and panting. “What is it?” You asked.

“Take off your clothes.” He commanded. You felt him lean to the side and squinted when the lamp was switched on. You didn’t respond as your eyes adjusted to the light, you only peered at him rather dumbly. You watched when he dragged his tongue across his lower lip. His eyelids looked heavy when he stared down at you.

“Did I stutter?” He asked. Your heart picked up pace and you grinned when you grabbed the neckline of his robes and yanked him forward.

“Why don’t you take it off for me?” You mumbled, blinking innocently. You felt your wrists fly above your head, elbows bent slightly as they tied together under an invisible grasp. You were confused for a moment as the general began to run his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your sides and traveling over your breasts briefly. It took a moment before it finally dawned on you that he was using the Force as your restraint.

He slid the fabric up ever so slowly and stared at your stomach when it was slowly revealed. He continued, his big warm hands sliding up your skin and pausing just as your breasts were revealed. He murmured something inaudible before tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you down on the mattress so his lips were level with your nipples. You moaned quietly, biting your lip as he began to kiss them. Your cunt was throbbing at this point and the muscles in your arms grew tired from being in such an unfamiliar position. You shut your eyes, but all at once the sensation on your breasts was removed as Obi Wan straightened his posture and finished ripping off your shirt. It came over your head quickly and was tossed to the side as if it were nothing.

“Can I have my hands back?” You giggled, breathless as he gazed at you.

He left soft, sweet kisses on the inside of your arms, his eyes twinkling as he had you paralyzed by the Force. “Not yet.” He said, and you didn’t have time to read the expression on your face before his lips were on your breasts again. You pushed your hips up against his chest as he continued, whining as he bit down gently onto your nipples. His lips descended down the center of your stomach, leaving slow, wet kisses on your skin before pausing just above the waistline of your pants. His blue eyes finally blinked up at you, and he was smirking.

Your cunt was throbbing so damn hard you wondered if he could feel it at this point. “Please,” You breathed. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet,” Obi Wan repeated before curling his fingertips around the hem of the fabric and dragging it down your thighs.

“This...isn’t fair.” You grunted as you tried to pull your wrists from their restraint. It was no use, it felt like your arms were paralyzed in this position. Your pajama pants were now being thrown to the side just as your shirt was, and the general was leaving small pecks up the length of your legs whilst holding strong eye contact.

“Please, general - “ your cunt felt like it was on fire when he lifted his chin to look at you.

“Did you...seriously just call me ‘general’ in this setting?” He paused, chuckling.

“Well, I - “ you were flustered and frustrated at this point. “I don’t know, what should I call you?!” You had snapped. He only grinned with a shrug before he continued, pulling at your skin with his teeth.

He dug his fingers into your sides, and in between slow kisses, he said, “Doesn’t matter...whatever feels...most...comfortable.”

You thought about it for a moment. Yeah, you supposed referring to him as General Kenobi was a bit strange as he was actively stripping you of your clothing. But it still didn’t feel right calling him Obi Wan, either. You weren’t sure why.

Your wrists were finally released as his lips reached the corner of your inner thigh just below your flaming heat. Your panties still hugged your hips when Kenobi glanced up at you, seeming like he had forgotten to hold your arms in place.

Without giving him any chance of reaction, you slid out from under him and pounced on him like a fucking animal. You giggled and he shared your smile as you sat on him and began to rid him of his robes.

Once they were off and you finally got to shower every possible centimeter of his skin with kisses, but he was quick to flip you back over so you were trapped beneath him again. You struggled to get atop of him with a grunt, but it was useless. He was already pinning your wrists to the sheets again and barricading you with his own weight.

“Behave.” Again, his voice rumbled right into your ear, hot and thick as he nipped at your earlobe. In response you arched your back into him and whined, digging your fingernails into his back.

“Let me touch you - “ you grunted. “I want to...to make you feel good. I can make you feel so good, Master.” You moaned, letting the words fall from your mouth without even a second thought. In an instant, his fingers were around your chin and you were being forced to look into his pretty eyes.

“What did you call me?” He asked.

You giggled. “You heard me.”

A minute went by before he moved his hand from your chin downwards, slowly tightening around your neck. “Say it again.” You smiled and tilted your head back, shutting your eyes and moaning the word again.

“Master.”

He let out a sound similar to a growl before he rolled over, positioning yourself on top of his lap. You could feel his large erection beneath you, and it was in the perfect spot as you rolled your hips forward and crouched down, allowing your lips to meet his.

He kissed you aggressively, placed one hand on the back of your head and forced you into him while the other snaked underneath the fabric of your panties, finding your clit almost instantly. You whimpered against his lips and continued to grind against his cock before using your own hands to remove yourself from the barricading fabric.

You were so desperate to feel him inside of you. He grabbed your chin again and forced your lips to part, staring at you with dark eyes and a wicked grin as he pressed the pad of his thumb to your lower lip. “So desperate for it, aren’t you?” He mumbled.

You huffed and tossed your underwear to the side before pressing your lips against his ear and murmuring, “Can you feel how wet I am for you, Master?”

He grunted and moved his hands to your hips, forcing them down onto his cock. You rocked them forward, letting the tip slide over your clit and through your slick folds with a moan. Fuck, this felt good. You lapped at his earlobe and giggled before continuing. “Just imagine how good it’ll feel when you put it in, so warm and wet and tight - “

“You’ll want to shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work.” He growled, and a wild grin spread over your face before you positioned him below your entrance.

You took him in slowly with a long moan and straightened you back, your breasts high and prominent for him to see. “Fuck,” you moaned. Your eyebrows furrowed as he filled you up.

Obi Wan grunted. “Stars, can’t you go any quicker?” He was frustrated as you giggled again.

“I think this feels fucking good.” You moaned again. “Your cock is so - “ you were cut off by his hand on your throat, forcing him down to his own face. He didn’t say anything, just silently forced your lips against his. It made you lose control of your pace, plunging down onto his entire length at once, drawing moans from both of you as you kissed.

“That’s better.” He mumbled against you. “Now do it again.”

You brought your hips up once more and slithered your tongue into his mouth, allowing them to fall back down, your cunt swallowing him whole in one stroke. Just as you started to kiss his neck again, you were flipped onto your back for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Would you just let me - “ The familiar grip on your chin cut you off, and your eyes were forced into his. With his other hand, he brought your knees to your chest and positioned himself at your entrance. He absolutely rammed himself inside of you without any issues, and your eyes widened when you gasped.

“I thought...I told you...to behave.” Obi Wan grunted in between his thrusts. Your fingers found their grip in the sheets beside you. Your back arched and you moaned while he pumped himself in and out of your wet cunt.

“If this is what I get for misbehaving…” you panted, tears pricking at your eyes from them being shut so tight. “...then I guess I’ll have to do it more often.”

General Kenobi let out a low groan as he continued thrusting into you, remaining his quick, hard rhythm. Your eyes met his as the two of you moaned, and his hand found its way back into the roots of your hair as he muttered, “Say it.”

“Master,” you mewled as he tugged on your hair, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he thrusted into you. “Master, your cock feels so good - “ his thumb was on your lip again when he interrupted you.

“Such filthy words coming from this pretty little face,” he murmured. “You like being dirty, don’t you? You enjoy being choked when you misbehave, hmm?”

You didn’t respond, your eyebrows only curved up when you moaned. His hips rolled forward and his cock was still sliding in and out of your folds. “Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, Master.” Your hand released its grip on the sheets and traveled down in between your legs to gently play with your clit, but Obi Wan stopped you, removing your wrist sharply.

“If you want it, beg for it.” He said slowly.

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Please play with it - Master, please just touch my clit and…” you trailed off with whine as you felt his thumb slowly circling around it, agonizingly slow and so, so hot. You whimpered and rolled your head back into the pillow, tangling your hair against the cotton.

“Does that feel good, darling? Tell me how it feels.”

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good,” You panted, your eyes squeezing shut again. “It feels so fucking good, I might...I might cum,” you continued in between whimpers and moans. “Master - please let me cum.”

“Good girl.” He rasped before removing his thumb completely. You let out a sob as he pulled his length out from you, watching as he began to stroke himself when he lowered his head between your legs. “Such a good girl, asking for my permission.” He murmured before sliding his tongue up your heat ever so slowly, stopping at your clit to circle around it.

You whined, bucking your hips against him, grinding on his face as you babbled. “Fuck...this feels so good, your tongue, shit, I want your cock again - “

“You’ll have to wait for it,” he mumbled against you. Whining, you sat up and propped yourself on your elbows as you panted. You were a mess, and you continued to plead with him until he had enough of it and grabbed you by your shoulders. He forced you onto the floor, sitting on your knees as he sat on the mattress in front of you.

“If you won’t shut your mouth, I’ll just have to do it for you.” He muttered before pushing your head down onto his large cock. You let out a satisfied moan and made sure he was staring at you, remaining eye contact. You lifted a hand to stroke the base as your tongue swirled slowly around the tip, bobbing your head back and forth steadily.

Obi Wan moaned and shut his eyes. “Stars.” He murmured.

You released the tip with an audible pop, allowing a string of drool to fall from the edge of your lower lip. “It feels good, doesn’t it Master?” You planted your tongue to the base of his shaft and slooooowly dragged it up prior to rolling it over the tip and taking him into your mouth again. His breath hitched in his throat.

“You’re so filthy, do you know that? You’re so...good at this, you must have...had - practice...Stars, pretty girl...how are you so good at this?” He mumbled, grunting and moaning between the words that spilled from his mouth.

Again, his shaft left your mouth and you spit on your palm before using it to stroke him up and down. You blinked at him all innocent and doe-like. “I like it when you talk to me like that. Will you cum on my face, Master?”

Obi Wan blinked and grunted, thrusting his hips up into your palm. “You’re obscene.”

“But you like it, don’t you?” You planted a kiss on his tip before gliding your hands along his thighs and rising to your feet. You leaned forward and lifted his chin using your index and middle finger, smiling. “You like seeing me like this. You like making me your dirty little slut, don’t you, Master?” You blinked again and smiled sweetly before swinging your leg around his lap, straddling him.

He was absolutely mesmerized. “Don’t give me that look.”

You did it again, smiled softly. “Or what?” You challenged.

Just as your cunt was about to swallow his length again, you were thrown onto your back strongly and the general’s hand was once again tightened around your neck. His lips were on your ear and his fingers were dancing around your clit as he rammed himself inside of you. Your eyes filled with tears when you cried out, savoring the sudden sensations engulfing you. You moaned, feeling your voice vibrate against his hand.

“I like punishing you, you know.” His voice was low, and you moaned as he licked your ear. “You’re such a good girl when you want to be.”

“This isn’t...much of a punishment.” You grunted. He bit down onto your earlobe and you whimpered.

“Oh, we haven’t gotten to that part yet.” He rasped into your ear. His pace quickened and his fingers felt glorious against your clit. Your movements synced with his perfectly. You could feel yourself quickly approaching your climax as he kissed the skin on your neck, hitting all the perfect places when he pumped into you. It was as if he knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it.

You felt yourself caving in and desire dripped from your tongue as you moaned, “I’m gonna cum.” Just as the words fell, everything stopped. Obi Wan’s fingers and his cock left your cunt all at once, and you let out a cry just before his eyes met yours.

“Like I said before,” his lips brushed against your own as he purred into your mouth. “We hadn’t gotten there yet.”

You already had come down almost completely from your previous euphoric state when his fingers glided inside of you. You writhed and moaned under his touch and Stars, this man sure knew who to put his hands to work. When he lowered his lips back down to your clit, you thought you would just about lose your mind. “Fuck.” You moaned. “Please, Master. Let me finish.” You pleaded.

“Quiet.” He muttered before continuing. You obeyed and only continued to moan under his force, biting your lip and rocking your hips against his face as he pleasured you. His free hand slithered up your body and intertwined his fingers with your own as he worked in between your legs. You squeezed his hand so hard that you thought it would just about snap off. Obi Wan finally paused, blinking up at you from in between your legs.

“Are you going to behave now, darling?” He asked, still slowly working his fingers in and out of your cunt as he spoke. You nodded quickly.

“Say it.”

“Y-yes. I’m going to behave, I-I’ll be a good girl for you.” You said then added, “Master.” The general chuckled before instructing you to get on your elbows and knees, to which you obliged and rested your front end onto a cushy pillow. You arched your back, ass raised, and giggled when you received a slap on your ass before Kenobi positioned himself.

He grabbed at and pulled your hair, raising your head so you could see him out of the corner of your eye. He planted a kiss onto your temple before murmuring,

“Pretty, pretty girl.”

Then, he rammed into you so hard and unexpectedly that you gasp and cry out his name. He clearly doesn’t catch it, and you shut your eyes as a single tear falls, continuing to cry out and whimper beneath him. Fuck, it’s amazing, and it’s everything you had ever fantasized it would be. You swear you see stars as he continues, pumping in and out of you again, again, and again...this position seems so much better than before, you thought. His grip is so tight on your hips that you think it may leave bruises, but hell, you love it. You want him to leave marks on you.

You think of all the times before that were filled with nothing but harmless flirting and charm. Now, everything will be different. You giggled at the thought of changing in the morning and seeing the bruises he left on your skin. You could feel yourself approaching your climax just at the thought of knowing that in this moment, you were his.

You almost didn’t want it to end, but you were so desperate to finish after having it ripped from you at the very edge. You were sweating, panting, and groaning the word “Master,” over and over again. “I’m gonna cum,” you said heavily.

“Go ahead.” Obi Wan seemed to gasp. Another tear fell down your cheek and you cried out louder than ever before as you crashed down onto him, all around him, everywhere. Absolutely fucking everywhere, and if it weren’t for the Jedi’s weight holding you up, you would’ve collapsed down into the mattress already. It hit like a fucking train wreck, and he remained his steady pace as your walls closed in onto his cock. You assumed he could feel your shaking, and when your breath heaved in and out of your lungs as you slumped against the pillow beneath you, you smiled a lazy smile.

The sound of Obi Wan Kenobi grunting and letting out a long, high-pitched moan as he came undone inside of you was just about the sexiest thing in the entire galaxy. He collided into the bed beside you, panting as he stared at the ceiling. You finally allowed your hips to fall and rested on your stomach, you head turned to face him. Beads of sweat rolled across his skin when he looked at you, and your thighs still quivered against the sheets.

He dragged two of his fingers softly underneath your chin. “Beautiful,” was all he could make out as he huffed beside you. You shut your eyes, that lazy smile still plastered to your face.

“Do you...think anybody heard us?” You asked, opening your eyes again. You gazed over his beard and his strong features as he peered at you.

“Oh, without a doubt.” He began to chuckle.

“Whoops.” You giggled. He rolled over and pressed his lips to yours briefly before responding.

“If I’m being honest, I really couldn’t care any less.” His voice was husky when he smiled as you pulled him back down, kissing him again and again until you fell asleep in your blissful state.

****************

Tags: @ifvckedurmom @thingsistan @lizajane3

-please let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist! I’m new to tumblr and everything to I don’t know who to add and stuff LMFAO so just let me know! <3

#obi wan x y/n #obi wan x you #obi wan x reader #obi wan smut #obi wan kenobi smut #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x y/n #clone wars smut #tcw #tcw smut #star wars smut #star wars imagine #clone wars imagine #tcw imagine #smut

2K notes · View notes