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saanjhish · 3 years

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Diwali x the Crows

The Rangoli

Inej and Nina make the rangoli together at the Van-Eck mansion.

It is a crow surrounded by something that represents each member.

For Kaz, it's the crow cane.

For Inej, it's two knives.

For Jesper, it's his revolvers, or as he likes to adress them, his babies.

For Nina, it's a heart.

For Wylan, it's a bomb.

For Matthias, Nina convinces Inej on making his wolf, Tryss, to honor his memory, knowing the love he had for him. But doesn't tell her the reason why they're making a wolf, a little secret that stays just between the two of them.

Kaz doesn't admit it but finds it beautiful.

Jesper keeps on complaining as to why he wasn't invited to help as well.

Wylan fanboys all over it.

The Clothing

Inej is wearing a dark blue lehenga, the colour so dark, it matches the night sky.

The golden embroidery on the lehenga makes the illusion of her wearing the scenery of Ketterdam at night even more believable. She is also wearing a blue bindi.

Kaz denies the kurta Inej gives him to wear at first, but Inej forces him to wear it and when he does, he likes the feel of it.

He wears a black kurta with a black dhoti, but draws the line at no-hat and changing his shoes.

He won't admit it, but he likes having wiggle room for his legs.

Jesper gladly wears a dark green kurta with black slacks.

He keeps on bragging about how dashing he looks, checking himself out in the mirror every 5 minutes and flirting with himself.

Wylan is wearing a beige kurta with light brown slacks and likes it.

He asks Inej if he could keep it and where he could find more and she gladly tells him.

Nina is wearing a bright red saree with dark red embroidery.

Much like Jesper, she tends to flirt with herself every 5-10 minutes as well.

For Matthias, Nina likes to imagine him in a light blue kurta, right by her side.

He feels content and at peace to see them all happy as well from the beyond.

The Pooja/Arti

Inej, being the religious one, makes them all be a part of the Arti.

Jesper keeps losing his patience and taps his foot on the floor, being bored standing at one place with his hands in a praying position.

Wylan likes the Arti and decides mid-Arti that he's going to learn how to play it on the flute.

Inej is swaying side-to-side to the music, eyes closed, her mind getting lost in the prayer, her hands clapping along the music.

She is singing it as well, out of pitch but it doesn't matter to her one bit. She is in her religious, traditional mode.

Kaz thinks it unnecessary to do the Arti but does it anyway for Inej.

He cannot help but discreetly admire her unnatural beauty.

He also likes the music, but he only keeps his hands in praying position. He doesn't take much part in it.

Nina is fascinated by the traditions by now and is also swaying to the music.

She teases Kaz when a hint of a smile reaches his mouth and he glares at her.

She turns her attention back to the Arti after Inej scold them both for being childish and not paying attention.

The Parshad and Sweets

Nina loves the sweets and parshad as much as she does Waffles and everybody is shocked to hear her declare that statement.

Kaz doesn't make it look like he's one for sweet foods but is internally enjoying them to the fullest.

He is grateful that the bitter taste of black coffee, that he does not like one bit but has to drink to keep up his image and to stay awake, is gone and the sweet taste of the sweets and parshad is replacing it, being that he has a secret sweet tooth.

Inej eats some sweets and parshad as well, proud that her traditions are liked by them all.

She notices Kaz also liking the sweets and chuckles at him for being so secretive about it. She has to hold in a laugh when she catches him stealing the sweets.

Jesper is in love with the sweets and the parshad. He wants them to be his breakfast, lunch and dinner. He thanks Inej for introducing him to them.

The sweet taste reminds him of his mother kind, generous and sweet nature and that is why he loves them even more.

Wylan doesn't like sweet things as much but tends to take a liking towards the sweets.

Again, he asks Inej where he can buy them and when he gets the answer, he writes it down in his to-do list to go buy them.

The Firecrackers

Wylan is by far the most excited about this tradition and after eating the parshad and the sweets, he runs out to blow some bombs and make some explosions.

Jesper joins him with the same amount of excitement and his jaw drops when he learns that there's gun-firecrackers as well.

Nina is having fun along with Jesper and Wylan, occasionally sending worried glances over to Wylan because he keeps on experimenting each and every cracker.

She waves her hand at the smoke it produces and coughs once or twice but continues to enjoy.

Inej is simply enjoying seeing the others enjoy and is standing at the side, lighting diyas and placing them at the corner of the houses.

She finds Kaz sitting idly, twisting a phool jhaddi in his hand with his usual scowl displayed on his face and decides to go sit by him.

Kaz site idly on a bench, watching the others play with the crackers, occasionally twisting a phool jhaddi in his hand, trying to solve the puzzle of what the purpose of it is.

He finds Inej lighting up the diyas and he can't help but notice how the fire reflects perfectly on her skin and eyes.

It makes her skin glow and her eyes look like pools of honey. Inej comes and sits by him. She helps him with the phool jhaddi.

Bonus

Inej asks Kaz if he needs help with the phool jhaddi and he denies it, but Inej helps him anyway, knowing that his stubborn self would never admit he does.

She reached for the arm that held the phool jhaddi and paused an inch away from it hesitantly, knowing he didn't like being touched or such a close proximity.

Kaz meets her eyes and slowly moved his arm into her palm such that it looks like she is holding it.

Inej nods at the gesture and moves his hand forward towards a diya.

The phool jhaddi's tip lights up and it looks like fire crackers are going off on the stick.

Kaz mutters "incredible" under his breath but Inej notices.

She tells him to move his arm in whatever way he wants to make patterns with the phool jhaddi, and when he does, he looks genuinely impressed.

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kappasquad · 7 years

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I commissioned this drawing a long time ago to go along with the Graves’ post-spinal-injury midnight bath. I never shared it here, so I’d best remedy that. (There will be a few other unseen commissions coming up as well).

Artist: Lorna Ka

“You’re perfect, y’know that, don’t you?”

Misfit nuzzled his cheek against his partner’s hair, breathing in the subtle smell of lavender that was permeating the room around them; one of Tuca’s ideas, designed to calm Graves and promote a sleepy atmosphere for him to rest It was 3am…very much the middle of the night, but none of that really made much difference to Graves’ sleep schedule since he was still largely bed bound and had nothing to do all day but sleep. People would give him tasks as and when they came available, but nothing that kept him busy all day so he tended to drift off periodically, then be wide awake at night.

Misfit had filled the large portable tub with hot water and lavender oil, proposing a middle-of-the-night bath. The fire was crackling and warm, keeping the chill from their skin. Usually he just helped Graves in to the tub and let him wash himself as much as he could – letting him maintain his independence – but since nobody else was awake, he had taken the opportunity to climb in with him.

He had his partner’s back against his chest, safely reclining between his own spread legs. It gave Graves security and the comfort of some preciously important skin contact.

He had started the painful treatment prescribed by Nala Se which incorporated spinal injections of bacta at the site of his break. The injections themselves weren’t any bother because his feeling was still very poor, but as they took affect the pain was building.

The Kaminoan physician had given him an increase in his pain medication to match the issues he was uncovering, but it was also important to map the progress. In order to monitor the progress, he needed to feel these recovered feelings…even if they were uncomfortable. He was getting bouts of pins and needles that had been so disconcerting and uncomfortable that he’d wept but still refused to take the medication. It was a horrible feeling but it was immensely better than feeling nothing.

Any improvement was good, as far as he was concerned.

The pins and needles had morphed in to general aches around the base of his spine and through his hips, and that was why they chose to soak in the hot water. If Graves was going to refuse medication, Misfit just had to think outside of the box to ensure that he was as comfortable as possible.

Graves opened his eyes again upon hearing Misfit’s proclamation. His head was resting comfortably on his brother’s chest; enjoying the feeling of being wrapped within his strong arms, cradled by his body and the gentle support of the water. “You won’t be saying that when it comes to getting me out again without anyone’s help.” There was both humour and self-depreciation in his tone.

The whole experience had been difficult for him to adapt to; going from highly fit commando to cripple all due to some freak accident. He didn’t grudge anyone else for coming out relatively unscathed while he was left with life changing injuries but the injustice still gnawed at him if he let it. Had it been an injury sustained in combat, it wouldn’t have felt so bad, but this had been time off…a day out hunting. It was meant to be fun.

Brude’s arm was nearly ready to be removed from the cast, although the pins would stay in place. It had been a nasty compound fracture and had left a very impressive surgical scar behind, but Brude was wearing it like a medal. Few individuals had scars like that in a galaxy where bacta healed so thoroughly. Dita was the same; taking his painful lek wound completely in his stride. The young bounced back. That was just how life went.

He felt so old.

“We are old, cyar’vod.” Misfit kissed the side of his neck and held him a little bit tighter.

He must have said it out loud. Or Missy had turned in to a mind reader.

“Plenty grey anyway.” He humoured him, trying to force his mind away from the things that bothered him. It’d been three months now since he broke his back and he was around two months in to his treatment. Progress was slow – just like he’d been warned. He closed his eyes and purred as his husband ran gentle hands up his stomach, passing across the area with absent or altered sensation until they reached his chest. Any petting was much appreciated; he’d found a newly kindled need for touch since he lost feeling and control of half his body.

The sensations that remained were all the more precious when you couldn’t feel so much. He whimpered when Misfit tweaked his nipple and bit his neck simultaneously. The pleasure-pain line was one that Graves loved to teeter along, and his cyar’ika new just what he loved.

“So easy.” Misfit murmured, worrying at the bite mark with his tongue and teeth – intent to leave his mark. He had always been possessive, although it didn’t manifest in as strong a way as Graves’ own possessive actions.

“Only for you, bébé.” Graves dipped a hand in to his lap and gave himself a few half-hearted strokes out of habit more than expectation. He could achieve these semi-erections through erogenous stimulation because the messages from his brain were now making it far enough to bring about the start of an erection, but it wasn’t hard enough to do anything with and he couldn’t reach orgasm just through Misfit playing with his nipples and licking his neck. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it though…

He gave up – completely unable to feel his efforts tonight. “Are you poking my back?” He couldn’t feel anything but the aching pain in his hips, but he could still make a pretty safe guess.

Misfit didn’t reply – choosing instead to bury his face in his partner’s hair to hide his laugh. He couldn’t deny it…he was enjoying this as much as he would always be, but he didn’t like to draw attention to it in case it put unnecessary pressure on Graves.

They still tried to have some fun, but really it always came around to Misfit having to carefully position himself so that Graves could finish him off. They couldn’t have a tumble…and his partner couldn’t just roll over to do the necessary. It was okay – and Graves never complained about not getting anything out of these moments – but Misfit still felt that he was somehow taking advantage.

He’d taken to doing a bit of essential maintenance in the shower if he had the privacy, which he often did now since his schedule revolved around caring for Graves’ needs. It was the first time he’d taken to doing this since the times they were sent out to work separately during the war.

Instead of letting his mind wander away to his own needs, he kicked himself back to the moment, feeling Graves tense a little against him in what he knew was a grimace of pain. The warm water was a good painkiller but it only went so far in treating the deep rooted nerve pain. But he was prepared for it, reaching over the edge of the bath to grab a little jar containing a cocktail of medication that he had prepared for this moment.

Graves took it with mild complaint but ultimately knowing that they were for the best. He didn’t like taking more than he had to but if he didn’t take them now he’d never be able to get to sleep. The water was a temporary reprieve from the pain. He couldn’t just take the painkiller alone because he had a weird reaction to medication. All through his life, the pre-measured sharps of painkiller that they carried in their medkit had made him sick, stims left him with a major ‘hang-over’ affect, he woke from anaesthetic wanting to kill everyone around him…

He’d just treated that as normality for him because every clone feared letting outsiders, Kaminoans, or trainers in on secrets that could be deemed as failures in any way. Misfit kept an eye on him and he was fortunate that he never had to have surgery until he was away from the Kaminoan gaze. He had flattened every medic, med-droid and technician who were unfortunate enough to be in the recovery room with him, until Misfit and E’li rushed in to calm him down. After that, a note had been made in his medical records so that his medic vode knew to keep him restrained when he was regaining consciousness after meds.

And now, he was fortunate enough to have the medical expertise and love of the community, and they had devised a cocktail that would provide adequate pain relief while incorporating an anti-emetic and something to make him drowsy. It was potent, and it only took a few minute for the effects to wash over him, leaving him sleepy and limp in Misfit’s arms.

This did pose something of an issue when it came to getting him out and dried – and to be honest, Misfit hadn’t thought this far ahead in his plan. Fortunately, Tryss chose that moment to make an appearance, startling Misfit and making Graves rumble sleepily.

The Hapan looked half asleep himself; his hair sleep tousled and his one concession to nightwear – some worn, comfortable pants – hanging dangerously from his hips. Nobody needed to ask why he was up…two youngsters, one with lingering traumatic memories and the other a mere baby, would do terrible things to your sleep schedule. There wasn’t many nights that went by without either Tryss or Varik stumbling through to make a comfort bottle for Bess, or to get a mug of warm milk for Haar’ika. He took one look at the pair in the tub, not even questioning the logic of a bath at this time of night. “Need a hand?” He helped Graves to sit up enough for Misfit to slip out from under him, then together they could lift the Alpha captain out of the tub.

Tryss waited until Misfit had hastily dried himself and thrown on some clothing, then he squatted down, threading his left hand under Graves’ thighs and his right arm around his back; a position that Misfit mirrored on the other side.

Before they could lift him, Graves let his head come to against Tryss’ shoulder, squinting at his exposed, lean body. He giggled and pulled what he probably thought was an alluring grin. “Come here often, handsome?” He couldn’t stop himself from dissolving in to more giggles, struggling to keep his eyes open. Tryss merely rolled his eyes, lifting on the count of three and following Misfit’s lead to transfer him to the towels that were laid out on the bed to dry him. He raised his eyebrows at the second Alpha, noting his adoring smile firmly in place at Graves’ antics. “Is he on the loopy drugs again?”

“Yeah…” Misfit pointed to the shelf that held a vast array of meds, and Needles’ meticulous notes on dosages. “The bed time cocktail is always the worst – he needs lots to take the pain away enough for him to sleep but the more pain relief he gets, the more he needs to balance the side-affects. It’s enough to put a bantha on its shebs.”

Tryss turned his gaze back towards Graves to help wrap him up in the blankets. The Alpha was already fast asleep, mouth slightly open and a deceptively innocent expression on his face. Give it ten minutes and he would bet money that he’d be drooling too.

“One bantha…or one stubborn Alpha ARC!”

#i'm sure this snippet is on here already but for sake of continuity with the picture...#alphas #star wars #clone troopers #alpha arcs #artist: lorna ka

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