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patt-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Beach Days with The Genshin Characters!

Wc: 1.7k+

Type: Headcanons

CW: umm nothing except mentions of alcohol and maybe people being creeps? (None of the chars or you tho it’s very brief)

A/N: HI IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! These were supposed to be a lot shorter but I got too excited. If you by any chance wanna see some for your fav character lmk! I know it says request are closed in my bio but since it’s just hcs it’s a lot less (and I really enjoyed writing these so ajdhdhdk)

🔥Diluc:

This man cannot swim. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.

Kaeya tried to jokingly push him off a lil diving cliff area when they were kids.

He almost drowned. Kaeya was in a lot of trouble.

So, good luck getting this man to actually get in the water. The most he’ll do is sit on the shore where it’s very shallow.

He usually prefers to just stay under an umbrella on the sand and keep an eye on you.

Calls you every two hours in advance and helps you reapply sunscreen.

He’s very pale so I feel like he burns pretty easily, meaning he needs to reapply super frequently otherwise he will become a tomato. He brings like three bottles of the good shit. Tch, rich boy.

If you ask him to build a sandcastle, he will pretend to be annoyed but do it anyways. Ends up finding it kind of enjoyable.

He has the maids prepare a nice picnic basket for the two of you!! It’s got all your favorite foods plus grape juice cuz y’know.

If any creepy peeps approach you, don’t worry. He brought his vision and his claymore.

Of course, he won’t have to resort to such violent lengths. Everyone in Mondstadt knows who Diluc is and they probably know you’re his s/o, so they’re usually smart enough to mind their own business.

If they don’t, don’t worry. Diluc’s glare is more than enough to scare them away.

All in all I definitely recommend a beach day with him! I’ll give it a solid 8/10 (-2 for not wearing floaties and getting in the water with you or letting you teach him how to swim.

🖌Albedo:

You guys definitely 100% take Klee out with you on a beach day.

You guys bring snacks, beach toys like buckets and shovels for optimal sandcastle building, a picnic blanket, etc.

Jean definitely packs a lot more stuff for you guys to take with you than you actually need.

It’s only cuz she’s worried for Klee and is nervous about not being able to go with you guys though! It’s very sweet really.

Klee tries to bomb the fish and cause havoc at the beach 😭

I think Albedo is a good swimmer and gets in with you and Klee so that he can help her (which is very cute omfg)

He’s set total workaholic, as we know, so it took a lot of convincing to get him to put down his experiments and accompany you to the beach (however, he’s particularly weak to yours and klee’s puppy dog eyes so he caved eventually)

Though, looking at you and Klee happily building sandcastles and decorating them with pretty seashells of all shapes and colors, he can’t really find it in himself to complain.

He, of course, takes this opportunity to take out his sketchbook and draw the waves, seagulls, you… Of course he won’t let you see the sketch book no sir. He’s a bit embarrassed to be honest, but an artist such as himself recognizes beauty when he sees it so he simply had to draw you. (God I love him so much)

If a creepy person approaches you,- well don’t worry. The sight of a small arsonist child blowing up fish is enough to scare them away 🥰

At the end of the day, all three of you are all ticketed out. Albedo has to carry Klee back to Mondstadt because the poor baby fell asleep the moment you started drying her hair with the beach towel. You’re, of course, carrying back Dodoco and your bags. (You also manage to sneak a peak at Albedo’s sketchbook and find some very pretty drawings of you and Klee with your sandcastle)

At the end of the day, you guys tuck Klee in and read her a bedtime story (she woke up and insisted). Afterwards Albedo takes you back home and thanks you for coming with you and Klee (which you ofc say wasn’t a problem because how could you not???)

All in all? I’ll give it a solid 10/10. You’ve got tasty food, fun times, your boyfriend and his cute kid adoptive sister (yes I am very biased idc)

🦋Xiao:

I think it would take a lot of convincing to get Xiao to go out on a beach date with you.

He’ll probably see it as a distraction getting in the way of his slaying of monsters and demons.

However, he also worships the grounds you walk on (hehe, simp XD), so I don’t think it’ll take that much convincing on your part (especially because it’s is self appointed duty to keep you safe so if you insist on going with or without him, he supposes he’ll have to go)

Is definitely a bit tense at first. He doesn’t know how to let loose and chill so while you’re sun tanning on a beach chair he’s like 🧍‍♂️ahdgshjsjd

Eventually calms down a bit though! You get him to relax and eat some almond tofu you brought along with you. It definitely gets him to perk up.

I don’t think he would mind getting into the water but I do think he’d rather walk along the shore and collect pretty seashells and sea glass.

He later gives the ones he deems pretties to you (he hands them over to you with a blush on his face and pretends it’s not a big deal and he definitely gets all pouty and grouchy when you coo at how adorable he is)

As for creeps, Xiao is both intimidating and well known in Liyue. No one is brave enough (or, let’s be honest, dumb enough) to approach you with any bad intentions.

Sure, Xiao has sworn never to harm a human/citizen of Liyue but that doesn’t mean he can’t scare the absolute shit out of them.

I think Xiao would definitely enjoy a beach day 🥺🥺. He’d find it very relaxing to go out with you and just hear the sound of waves and feel the sand under his feet.

He’d definitely hint at wanting to do it again later. Of course, he won’t tell you. No, that’s a foolish mortal activity and he has much better things to do.

Wait no, don't turn around, yes he will go with you next month.

All in all, I give Xiao a 9/10. It’s a very relaxing day (which he deserves 😤). And you get to see a whole new side of him.

💎Ningguang:

OK SO ORIGINALLY I WASN'T GONNA WRITE ONE FOR HER (at least not in this post) BUT THEN I THOUGHT OF LADY NINGGUANG TAKING YOU TO A WHOLE ASS PRIVATE BEACH

She knows you don’t care about how exclusive the beach you go to is (in fact, the fact that you don’t care about where you are or what you do is one of the things that make her fall more and more madly in love with you) but you deserve the best so she’s gonna go all out.

She’s a busy lady so days like this where the two of you get to go somewhere and be together are few and far between.

She knows it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who is busy 24/7, so she appreciates how you remain by her side despite all hardships. (Y’all are a whole ass power couple istg)

The two of you spend your day relaxing. Sun bathing, drinking piña coladas, maybe taking a dip in the ocean. It’s all very pleasant!

Ningguang doesn’t quite feel like the type of person who would sit in the sand and make sandcastle, however you’re more than welcome to make some yourself. She finds it endearing <3

If you insist on her helping, she’ll eventually comply. She loves you too much to say no. I feel like she’ll either be terrible at it or like a total architect.

Sand is technically like tiny rocks right? So maybe she can use her vision to help her? If that’s the case, she’s making a replica of the Jade chamber out of sand.

If any creepy person comes up to you don’t worry. Ningguang will buy the whole beach and then use her right of admission as owner to permanently ban them from the beach you’re at.

The only downside to a day at the beach with Ningguang might be that there’s a big chance she’ll be called to tend urgent matters, seeing as she is the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and all.

If that does happen, she’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, whether it be rescheduling or taking care of the matter as soon as possible so that the two of you can get back to your day of relaxation and fun.

All in all?? Lady Ningguang will treat you like total royalty and the two of you will have an amazing time! I give her an 11/10 (she would literally buy a whole beach for you to be comfortable I mean c’mon)

🍃Venti:

BEACH DAYS WITH HIM ARE SO FUN!!

Swimming? Yeah, he’d love to! Sunbathing? Sure! He’ll ever conjure up a light breeze for the two of you. Sandcastle building? WELL OF COURSE WHY DO YOU THING HE BROUGHT ALL THESE BUCKETS AND SHOVELS?

No but seriously, he might be the best person out of everyone here to go to the beach with. He’s fun, free spirited, and he’s a traveling bard who’s been alive long enough to know where all the best beaches in Teyvat are. (He also knows a guy- er, well, dragon I suppose- who is willing to fly them to any place).

He’ll play some soft tunes while you doze under the sun.

HE PICKS PRETTY SHELLS AND GIFTS THEM TO YOU!!!

He will bring booze. I’m pretty sure this is a necessity. If you’re a little upset about it, he’ll probably “eheh~” his way out of it. That slick bastard.

If you really insist on him not drinking, he won’t consume much alcohol.

If some creepy person approaches you and tries to ruin you your day of beach time fun, all of their stuff will suddenly be blown away, causing them to scramble back to their spot and (almost embarrassingly) flail around trying to catch everything. What a shame…

At the end of the day, he’d be a little sad to leave. Definitely makes plans about tbe two of you going back soon.

I gotta give him a 10/10 he’s just so fun omg.

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neshabeingchildish · 4 years

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Poly Wanna? Ch. 14

Content Warning for sexual discussion and conversation about anatomy, body image, and sex.

@adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @henry-p-fart @up-the-tube An update, Loves! I had time today. And mental availability.

Sense and Sens(ibility)uality

Nothing had to REALLY change, as far as Henry was concerned. Well… He'd been sexless for months, because he had only been able to feel sexual whenever he thought about them, and they weren't in a position to explore that, before. Now they were, and he didn't want to be the one to bring it up, lest he looked like that was his motivation for getting them to agree to be his. So, while he watched Jasper seduce Charlotte with his fingertips on a regular basis and saw her frequently grabbing, swatting, and rubbing on Jasper's butt. He kinda… just silently went without those types of affections. Jasper would kiss him hello on the neck whenever he came to bed at night, they held hands at brunch after their workouts and no hour was free from a hand kiss from Jasper, when they were in the same space for a while. But Char? She was something else.

She became awkward whenever Henry touched her, now, and she never seemed to be reaching for him. What changed? They had been doing so well before it became official. He decided that maybe he would ask Jasper about during one of their morning dates, and hoped that Jasp wouldn't tell him to ask her. He didn't, but Henry hated to hear what he had to say.

"You have to remember that she had a lot of time to stew in what you said about her sexually," Jasper told him, with a shrug. "You made her feel sexually incompetent and insecure about her body. Not necessarily in general… But, definitely at least with you. You told other people what she was bad at and what you hated about her appearance. She's not going to just feel comfortable trusting you in that space again because you got her a pretty ring. In fact, knowing her, she's never gonna let go of that. Even if she manages to forgive it completely."

"That was YEARS ago!" Henry complained.

"She's got the same body," Jasper said, then smiled and bragged, "But not the same skills!" Henry blushed. "I haven't had a single cause for complaint about anything she does with her mouth..."

"Okay!" Henry said, tight pantsed and frustrated.

"I can teach you what I did," Jasper said.

"Pssshhhht! I am a sex master. I could blow her mind, if you know… I had the chance."

"I can teach you what I did," Jasper repeated.

"Just… Tell me what you THINK you could teach me."

"Well… I never tried to have sex with Charlotte. Even when it became clear that there was something between us and when I was very much-so interested in having sex with her, I never tried to. Instead, I just appreciated everything else about her that I could."

"I know that and I do that."

"You know that in a textbook sort of sex and relationship specialist way, but you definitely do not do it."

"This morning, I thanked her for always making us juice!" Henry said.

"You did," Jasper acknowledged with a nod and the shrug of his shoulders, "I thanked her for taking time out of her day to do work that could only help make me better. It sounds like the same thing to you, but yours only thanked her for what she's doing for you. I made sure to focus in on the fact that I know that what she does for me takes something away from her - her time. She feels validated by that kinda stuff. Before we ever made love, I spent several of our times together just complimenting everything. Her looks, her actions - everything from the lines on her muscles, to the quality of her hair, from how she kissed to the sounds she made whenever I touched her. Like… EVERYTHING. She needs attention and validation, but she would NEVER say that she does or ask for it. She's a proud person and she only tends to open herself up to those that she doesn't have to ask for the things that she knows that she deserves. And her standards were already high, and she has been with this super amazing dude that has made her feel even more worthy, so her standards are like super amazingly high now. Only somebody willing to go above, beyond and then some are gonna register to her on the intimacy level. Like, I think she wants to trust you and love you and stuff, but I think that you haven't really shown her anything more than love. You're gonna have to learn to worship."

Henry sat and thought a while, nursing his mimosa as Jasper watched, stirring his boozy milkshake with the wide straw. Finally, Henry sighed and said, "Teach me." Jasper's face was filled with victory.

All three of them had the night off. Charlotte had been working primarily on her project with Schwoz, forsaking the lounge to do so, though she and Henry went in to visit Jasper sometimes and they still called her for musical performances. But, on this night, Henry had cooked, while some of her favorite music played in the background and she read on the couch with the fluffy blanket around her. Henry had brought her some pre-dinner fruit and told her, "I know that you're saving the world in your own special way whenever you spend time in the lab, so I wanted you to be able to relax tonight." She furrowed her eyebrows at this, but graciously accepted the plump, assorted, peeled grapes.

Jasper had on his booty shorts and her eyes followed him all around the house, as he did stuff. Henry was in a pair of silk pajamas and she was wondering why both of them were dressed for bed when nobody had even eaten yet. But you know what? Her book was good and she was getting eyefuls of butt, so she wasn't gonna question a thing… Out loud… just yet. She continued reading and ogling, where desired and eventually got up.

"Are you going to bed?" Henry wondered.

"Unless you don't want me to? I can go to my room if you and Jasper have plans," she said.

"I kinda wanted us all together tonight," Henry said and shrugged his shoulders a little.

"Okay. Well, I'll most likely still be awake whenever you come to bed. I'm not hungry. I just had a queen's share of grapes."

"We'll be in after dinner," Jasper said.

"Can you come see something for a moment?" She asked him.

"Without Henry?" He clarified, a little bit wound up.

She shut her book and smiled a little. "Okay. So, I feel like the two of you are up to something, but I don't know what, so tell me whether or not this is my imagination."

Jasper smiled gently and shrugged his shoulders, "You're the smartest person here. We can't get anything past you. We're definitely up to something. I'm helping Henry learn to win your affections."

"I don't think that what you have can be taught, Jasper. Henry is going to have to appeal in his own way," she said, shaking her head.

"Okay," Jasper said. She could tell that it was not okay.

"Anyway, drawing me to your thickums booty buttcheeks isn't even something that Henry is equipped to do," she said.

"No offense to Henry, but RIP to what would have been his butt."

-Charlotte

"I OBVIOUSLY was not trying to learn how to entice her with my butt!"

-Henry

"Know what? Dinner can wait. Let's just chill for a little bit. Is that okay?" Jasper asked, in the voice. She knew that voice. The soft, loving, I am gonna love you down really good, if you let me voice. She ALWAYS let him do whatever he suggested in that voice. She'd jokingly said it was one of his superpowers.

"They make a lot of jokes about my sex culture, but really… it's no joke. I'm very serious about everything. Those are serious moments, to me. I've never really had a casual encounter or meaningless one. For me, any time that I'm granted someone's space intimately, that's a sign of trust and expectation. I want to be able to deliver whatever it is that my partner is looking for. That's something that hasn't always been reciprocated for me, but I think I'm finally in a situation where it will be and I kinda want all of us on that same wavelength. Charlotte and I are amazing together. Henry and I were amazing together in a different way. The three of us could be dream status amazing, but it'll take work, of course."

Charlotte nodded her head to Jasper's suggestion. Henry noted that her eyes changed color They looked darker, were heavy lidded and glossy, twinkling. Jasper hoisted her up, seemingly with no ease at all. Henry also paid attention to that, because Charlotte was light and tiny, but he still had to put a little work into picking her up… or at least he used to. Maybe it'd be easier these days. At any rate, he followed them to the bedroom. Charlotte stared at Jasper's face the entire walk there and whenever he set her on the bed, her eyes still didn't leave him. That sharp, dedicated focus - Henry envied it. He remembered her watching him very intently at one point, too. Seeing her with Jasper was still a blend of envy and enticement, but something that he now felt like he was entitled to, instead of imposing upon. The levels of emotional confusion within the relationship were ever changing, at the moment and he knew that might last for a little while, until the three found their groove within their new title. The professional in him knew that there could be a loving, giving, fulfilling relationship between all three of them, without there being isolation or discord.

The Henry in him felt like Charlotte was going to have involuntary turf wars with him anytime he wanted to get close to Jasper. Jasper was the most… accommodating, of the three of them. Henry was the most selfish. Charlotte was the most sensitive, if you can believe it. She wasn't sensitive in that she still cried about the past or got her feelings hurt easily. But, she was sensitive as in - she was the last to have been faced with addressing her pain and it was still a sore spot for her AND she was a little untrusting, even if she didn't WANT to be.

Charlotte, a naturally suspicious person, who learned at an early age that she couldn't trust the very first man that she was taught how a man is supposed to love, who at a less young, but still young age found out that she couldn't even trust the men that she thought she had done well in selecting as friends, if nothing else, and now, not only was she to trust them both with her heart, mind and body, but trust them not to forsake her as they also had access to each others'? It was a lot to expect of such a suspicious person who already had been betrayed in the past. It was easier for her to trust Jasper. Not only had they already dealt with him dating Henry almost as soon as she left the picture, but they had also talked about their relationship beyond him, had built up a relationship beyond him and had a relationship, a great one, in tact before he came back into their lives. So, Henry was well aware that not only was he dealing with her conscious distrust for the obvious and stated reasons, but also the subconscious one that probably identified him as a wedge that had become between she and Jasper. She would take some time to fully accept that he was not that, but a blanket that both of them could wrap themselves in for warmth and security.

Watching she and Jasper kiss was like a religious experience for Henry. He saw such love, trust, service. It was like watching someone do the thing that they were most passionate about - something sacred and wholesome that they allowed him to be a part of, and he felt the weight of its importance and the honor of his access. Jasper's fingers traced Charlotte's curves and angles, and he glanced at Henry and beckoned him closer with the soft jerk of his head. Henry came over and sat in a seat next to the bed. Jasper scoffed and collecting him by the tips of his fingers to gently guide him to the bed. Charlotte simply watched. Henry took that as permission and got into bed next to them, rested his face on his fist as he lay on his side to observe this magic up close. These were the two most beautiful creatures in the world, as far as he knew, and they both wanted to be here, with him.

Jasper walked his fingers across Charlotte's skin, like it was a little man and told Henry, "Whenever Charlotte and I first became intimate, I told her that I wish that I could shrink myself down in size, so that exploring her could be a long, adventurous journey. I drew a path on her body of the places that I would explore, confessed where I would spend most of my time, professed how I would commune with my surroundings on the emprise."

Winded, Charlotte said, still staring into Jasper's eyes, but clearly addressing Henry, "It was like, he knew that I wanted him already and that I was ready for him, but he wanted to make me completely powerless against him."

"You don't need to have power against me in this setting, Goddess. I'm just here to serve you. Not making you powerless, but giving you gifts that assure you that your power can rest, for now. You've got me to give you what you need in these moments." He glanced at Henry and said, "And now, you have him, too."

Charlotte's eyes lit up as she looked at Henry with anticipation. Of what, he wasn't sure, but he knew that all he wanted in life was to give her whatever it was! Not knowing made him hesitate. What did she want? Should he make a move? Should he do what he'd just seen Jasper do, or would that make her feel less trustworthy of him and what he was bringing into her life? Her shoulders slumped ever so slightly during his thought processing and he also noticed that the light in her eyes dimmed a little. WHAT did she need from him? Should he just ask her?

Henry reached for Charlotte's hand and she felt her heart jump. "Hey…" He said, delicately, "I have no idea what you want or need from me, but I'm learning, okay? I'm paying attention. I'm taking it all in. Every word, every single action, even the smallest flicker of light in your eyes and the most seemingly unnoticeable slump of your shoulders. I'm noting these things, so I can be greater later. It might take me some time, but I don't just want to be right for you, I want to be perfect for you, like Jasper is, but with it being me, bringing me and me giving you what you request and require of me. Please, trust me and also, if it isn't asking too much of you, help me?"

Her shoulders fell a little more, but this time, in a more relaxed manner. "I'm sorry, Henry. You've been amazing, I promise. It isn't you that's causing the problem that you're noticing. It's me. Unlearning is not as easy for me as it might be for other people, because I'm used to being right. So, whenever I'm not… It takes me a little while longer to disprove my original mindset, to myself. You haven't done anything wrong, as far as I know. You don't have to stress yourself out over it." He leaned forward to kiss her, pausing in front of her lips, in case it wasn't okay, so she could meet him the rest of the way. She met him and he melted.

Henry was learning a lot from Jasper. He liked the way that he peppered in appreciation/affirmation into what he was doing, no matter how small the action seemed. Jasper was very vocal and interactive in an endearing way, not necessarily a "dirty talk" way, that Henry would have subscribed to (and liked personally, for himself too). But, with Jasper, it was more like he would already be in the process of having you, but he's still seducing you, too. And Henry loved Jasper and Charlotte's takes on why that was. He believed there was truth to both. Jasper definitely wanted to render her powerless, but he was sure that Jasper also wanted her to feel comfortable, safe and treasured.

The first time that Jasper saw Henry fiddling with Charlotte's breasts, he saw her face wrinkle in… something, and he stopped to figure out where he went wrong. "They aren't stress balls, Henry," Jasper said, with a tiny laugh. It should be noted that Jasper's comment was caring, not mocking. Jasper collected both of Charlotte's breasts tenderly cupped in his large hands and kissed her on the cheek. "Do you know what these are for? They're powerful. They're meant to feed, nourish, and make smarter and healthier babies. In the meantime, she allows us to enjoy them for entertainment. That does include stress relief, but she's not some inanimate object of affection, therefore also no part of her can be. Give, even these the same respect and consideration you give to her as a person. They're part of her person."

Henry wasn't sure when Jasper became so knowledgeable and smooth in these areas but he loved it. Charlotte broke into his thoughts with an observation, "Henry likes to smash them together and put his penis in the middle and rub it between them. I'm not really built for it, so they're not as fun for him as they seem to you."

Jasper shrugged his shoulders and said, "More titty for me."

Henry interjected, "That is NOT an issue that I have! That was years ago and I already apologized for that…" Jasper and Charlotte both stared at him, Jasper's hands still boob cuffing. Henry wanted to giggle about that cute image, but kept his straight face on. "I was young and stupid. I didn't know that would ever be found out and I didn't think that it would be as big of a deal as it was. I'm sorry that I gave you a complex…" Jasper winced and Charlotte scoffed, but that was exactly what Henry could tell that he had done. He probably gave her multiple negative body issues, being her first love, the first person she was intimate with and also the first to break her heart in such a disrespectful and disparaging way.

Jasper kissed her on the cheek as she said, "It's not a complex if the issue is something that the person only has with YOU. I don't feel any kind of way about Jasper coming in contact with my breasts. He's always valued and appreciated all of me. So, no, I don't have a complex. I have reservations about somebody who talked negatively about my body interacting with said parts of body!"

"That's valid," Henry said and nodded his head, thinking he probably had made her recoil back into her shell with him by even suggesting it. She WAS the sensitive one. He forgot that sometimes, because she was so tough.

Jasper said, "If it has to happen, Hen - I've got squishable titties you can use."

Henry was going to argue that this wasn't a real issue that he had, but also… That idea needed to have a pin stuck into it, for later, because Henry did love boob stuff. He made a mental note and removed Jasper's hands from Charlotte. "I've got these!" He said. (Jasper still talked him through his experiences with them).

"Whenever Charlotte first let me see those, I was in awe. She's majestic. All of her parts are so perfect and proportioned like artwork, and she was a little reserved and uncomfortable, so I wasn't going to focus on anything else, but them, until she relaxed or if it would have happened, realized that she wasn't into it and told me that she was gonna go home." Henry's newfound appreciation and attention to her body definitely had the desired effect. She relaxed, and they were able to move on.

Henry was a very quick learner when it came to sex-related stuff. That was ONE area in which he didn't need to pay close attention or study hard or work harder. After the initial getting Charlotte to warm up to him, he was certain that she at least enjoyed him. Of course, he had that sinking feeling in his gut that she didn't appreciate him like she did Jasper, but that was probably because Jasper was simply that impressive. He'd actually gotten better with time, and was either way better than Henry remembered, or Henry felt differently about it because he felt differently about him. He did love those titties though. Jasper went shirtless a lot around the house. Charlotte usually went bottomless, either bare in a big shirt of Jasper's (which Henry figured was why he was walking around shirtless), or in a pair of undies and whatever shirt she'd had on that day or the night before. Between the both of them, Henry could hardly focus once he stepped foot inside of the place.

Jasper got groped and cuddled a lot. Henry always hugged on him and messed with his manboobies and Charlotte sometimes literally did not remove a hand from his butt. Like, one day, he was watering plants so Henry could sleep in after a rough night of crime fighting, and she followed him around, complimenting and rubbing on it… like, the WHOLE time! He couldn't concentrate and ALMOST over-watered someone! As a result, even though it was her "fault," she took the watering can in one hand to finish watering the plants, told Jasper to come with her and kept a handful of Jasper butt the entire time. One of them was constantly fondling his chest, and the other his butt, and NO! He absolutely was NOT complaining, but… jeesh! Between the both of them, he could hardly get anything done with all of the… bodily appreciation.

Cuddle dates were boss, though. Henry would hug him from the back, cupping his chest (an erogenous area for Jasper) and Charlotte would have her head rested on his chest/Henry's hands, her hair blessing both and both her petite little hands cradling his Jasper's butt cheeks.

"I think that because Charlotte loves butts and Henry doesn't really have one and Henry loves boobs and Charlotte doesn't really have much, I am the designated fun bags. I'm okay with that sometimes, but not like… ALL the time. I'm a human bean!"

"Did you say human BEAN?" - Interviewer

"What else would I say?"

"Okay… I really love the attention that my wondrous man titties and my thicc juicy booty gets, but I need some space!" Jasper snapped. Henry and Charlotte's eyes widened, and they only both just realized that they were rubbing on said parts while Henry was playing on his phone and Charlotte was reading an article on her Pearpad. Jasper had been sitting there, obviously trying to play a video game, but hands were on his person.

Charlotte nodded, got up out of the bed and said, "Of course, BootyBear. Sorry about that." Henry slid over some on the bed, gave her a look and returned to his phone. Charlotte sat down on the floor and Henry sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. She snuggled against his legs like a cat and he put his hand in her hair and began to pet her. Jasper glanced over at the two of them and instantly regretted sending them away. But… that was healthy! It was what he needed at the moment and they respected that. Nobody argued with him or said it was no big deal or anything like that.

After a while, Charlotte got tired of sitting on the floor and climbed into Henry's lap. It wasn't as cozy as Jasper's but she adored this feeling, as well. Later still, Jasper leaned back, on the two of them, putting his head between Char's thighs and noticed the amount of times Henry's hand reflexively reached for his chest, but he either quickly retracted it or Charlotte caught it and interweaved their fingers, kissed his hand and gave him a sympathetic look. I know you want to squish our juicy boy, but he's feeling a way right now. Eventually, Henry just rested his free hand on Charlotte's breast. It was THAT small and it was actually softer than Jasper's, especially since he'd been working out so regularly again these days. And she nestled her hair into his neck, which slightly tickled, but in a way that you didn't want it to end.

Jasper cut off his video game and turned on some relaxation music, then turned around, this time face forward to lay in between Charlotte's thighs and fall asleep. His nose was directly in between her legs but he wasn't doing or trying anything sexual. She just had a scent that they all loved and whenever he was tired enough, it was warming and soothing, as opposed to the effect it had on him when he was full of energy and ready to go. Charlotte stroked his hair, continuing to read. Henry stroked hers, continuing to browse his emails. Jasper slept peacefully, without being objectified. Stuff was working out pretty gooooood.

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Playing Nurse

It was a good thing she had blacked out before the impact. Groaning, Melody blinked her way back to consciousness. She was still in her starfighter, the shoulder straps cutting into her as she hung forward in her seat. The nose was buried in sand, the left wing blown almost completely off, leaving only smoking, jagged bits of metal behind. Suddenly, she remembered the pursuit from a Separatist warship, the shot on her wing, and the spinning with sickening clarity. She remembered wrestling control of the ship in mad desperation, grappling for the Force to assist her. But she came in too fast, and then— Nothing. It was unbelievable that her ship hadn't exploded on impact. It was a miracle she was even alive. But the Jedi didn't believe in miracles. They believed in the will of the Force. And certain very capable astromechs.

"Arfour," Melody called, her voice shaky. "Arfour, are you alright?" A series of frantic beeps met her words, concern mixed with panic and not a little outrage. Melody scoffed. "Tell me about it. Lucky shot, what that was. Speaking of, where is the bastard?" She had a hard time believing their assailant would shoot them down and not have a landing party waiting for them. Not with the information she had. The current location of General Grievous. I have to get this back to the Republic. Time is of the essence. The Council must know. But first, she needed to get out of her ship. Every movement taxed her. She felt like her head was swimming in syrup, thick and sluggish. Gradually, she climbed out of the damaged ship, managing to eject R4 in the process. The droid kicked up sand as she landed, and Melody soon joined her. Aside from a bit of bruising where the straps had rubbed harsh against her, she seemed fine. Her comlink, however… "Damn," she muttered, staring at the cracked and useless thing in her hand. She tossed it away and turned, taking stock of her surroundings. A desert. Definitely not ideal.

Above, she could see evidence of the space battle still occurring, the sight of laser fire, lingering explosions, and the faint outlines of cruisers hovering just outside the atmosphere.

“Arfour,” Melody spoke quickly, coming to stand front and center in front of the droid. “Send this message to Coruscant. After infiltrating the Devastation, I have managed to verify the location of—”

A series of beeps interrupted her, and Melody jerked, startled. “What do you mean it’s broken?”

R4 wobbled back and forth in agitation, screeches and warbles following in faster and faster succession. Melody felt a headache coming on. She waved the droid silent, making a note to pay better attention to droid maintenance schedules. “I should have checked before we left.”

Not that it would have made a difference. She wouldn’t have left R4 behind, malfunctioning equipment or not. The one time she had, R4’s sadness had been palpable, and Melody had fought guilt the entire time. Never again. Turning, she examined the fighter, noting that it was well and truly dead, and observed the terrain around them. When she saw the smoke in the distance a few miles away, she froze. "Well, Arfour," she said, "I think I know what happened to our friend." R4 squawked, displeased. "Yeah, but he may be down for the count, unlike us. Serves him right. He could have a holoprojector or comlink still working we can use, though. Come on." At R4's protest, Melody said, "But they'll be sending droids down to our location soon. May as well see if we can salvage something of this situation." The droid still didn't sound entirely happy, but she followed Melody obediently. The Jedi didn't blame R4 for her hesitancy to go toward the enemy. Melody was shaken up by the attack, too. It had been way too close. The sand dunes were difficult for R4 to navigate, but they made steady progress. The droid left tracks behind her as she rolled forward, but there was nothing to be done about that. A slight wind had picked up, flinging sand across them, but it wasn't strong enough to completely erase them. The only thing to do was to keep moving as quickly as possible. The wreckage of the enemy fighter was worse than Melody's had been. They came across parts that had broken off in the sand, the metal twisted and charred, as the ship had skidded across the sand. The actual fighter was, for all appearances, empty, the cockpit exposed to the elements. The pilot must have ejected before the crash, and a good thing, too. There was much more smoke and fire, and that usually spelled bad news of the explosive category. They would have to do their search quickly. "Stay sharp, Arfour. Tell me if you find anything." It was unlikely that the enemy had survived, but there was always a chance. Melody drew her lightsaber, the blue-white blade igniting with a snap-hiss. A moan, low and pained, sounded from the other side of the ship. "Arfour!" Melody shouted in warning, already moving with swift steps around the ship. Seems the pilot hadn't ejected after all, but crawled out as she had. "Don't even bother resisting. You're—" But her words stalled when she saw just who said pilot was. "Oh. Hello," said Obi-Wan Kenobi, a pained smile on his handsome face as he cradled his head with a hand to his temple. Blood dripped from his hairline. "Fancy meeting you here, my dear." "That was you!" Melody screeched at him. He winced. "You're the one who shot us down?" "Oh," Kenobi said again, squinting up at her. "So you were the intruder. Bad luck there." But whether he meant that for her or himself, she didn't know. Melody leveled her lightsaber at him, coldly furious. "Get up." Kenobi sighed. "Must we—" "I said, get up." A beat passed and then his eyes closed. "Very well." Melody was ready for many things. She was ready for Kenobi to smoothly rise and attempt to goad her further. She was ready for him to unsettle her like he so loved to do, sewing seeds of doubt into her mind. She was even ready for him to draw his lightsaber and for them to get back to the old-fashioned way of trying to kill each other, Sith and Jedi locked in combat once more. What she wasn't ready for was for Kenobi, otherwise known as Darth Miseris, to rise on wobbly legs only to abruptly teeter to the right, barely catching himself on the side of the ship with a hand. He groaned again, his eyes closed, and Melody was speechless. "I believe I have a concussion," he said unnecessarily. "Well," Melody said, at a loss. "It's no less than what you deserve." There was none of the usual venom to it, but what else was she supposed to say? She still didn't lower her lightsaber, more because she was forgetting to than anything else. "Am I under arrest?" he said with the barest hint of playfulness. It was that question that caused Melody to remember herself. "Yes, you are." "A short-lived one, then, I expect," Kenobi dryly quipped. His red eyes darted to the sky, slightly unfocused, before he winced and squeezed them shut again. Melody dared a glance over her shoulder to see what made the Sith so confident even now. A mere pinprick in the distance, a shuttle was approaching their position, no doubt packed with an inconvenient amount of battle droids. "Damn," she spat. It perked Kenobi up. "I'm not so sure colorful language like that is considered keeping accordance with the Jedi Code." His eyes managed to glitter at her through his obvious discomfort. "Discordant with the notion of peace. Sounds an awful lot like… passion." Melody seized his arm. "Shut up and start walking. Arfour!" she threw over her shoulder. "Let's go!" R4 beeped and started to roll forward, then stopped. Suddenly, the droid activated her rockets, propelling her into the air and leaving any sign of her tracks behind. "Hey, good thinking. Lead the way, girl." Kenobi glanced between Melody and the droid, a mixture of disbelief and amusement on his face. "You gave your droid rockets?" "Got the idea from Skywalker." "Oh, dear. The only idea, I hope." With a tight grip on Kenobi's arm, Melody followed R4 past the wreckage and towards the sharp drop of a sand dune a few meters away. They made it down the dune just as the sound of the shuttle's engines rumbled behind them. Just as she feared, the droids were landing. "Arfour," Melody hissed in warning, and the astromech landed softly on the ground in the shade of the dune. Not having much choice, Melody shoved Kenobi down none too gently beside R4 and against the incline of the dune. Pain lanced across Kenobi's face, his red eyes strained, and Melody had the grace to feel bad about it. "Really—" he began. But not enough grace to risk their exposure. Kneeling, Melody covered Kenobi's mouth with her hand, ensuring he couldn't call out for help. At the affronted look in his eyes, she scowled. "You'd do the exact same thing if you were me, so I don't wanna hear it. Now, be a good Sith Lord, stay still, and shut up." Of course, she realized grimly, none of this would amount to anything if the droids scanned the area for life forms. But she would deal with that if and when she had to. Above them, she heard the clanking and shuffling of battle droids approaching the ship. Finally, a high, tinny voice said, "General Kenobi isn't here." An identical voice replied, "I don't see his body. Maybe he ejected before the crash." "I don't think so," another battle droid said. "You there! Start scanning for life forms." Of course.

Below, Melody tensed, her hand gripping her lightsaber as the other held Kenobi in place. She was aware of his own tension, but only dimly. The majority of her focus was on the droids mere moments away from discovering them.

Just as footsteps approached the edge of the dune, another droid said," Look! There's tracks over here!" This was it. Melody prepared herself to attack. "Seems he got out of the ship and walked away. You there! Take a unit and start following the tracks. We'll follow you from the air." Melody's eyes widened. Beneath her hand, Kenobi released a muffled groan of frustration and rolled his eyes. He stopped, wincing again. Then the clankers were walking away from them, the shuttle kicking back to life and rising. Sand swept the air, falling on them from above, and then the shuttle was flying toward Melody's crash site in the exact opposite direction. Melody relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. She turned her attention back to Kenobi, ready to gloat. She found his red eyes boring into hers with heat, and he was much closer than she'd realized. He doesn't look very concussed. Melody flushed. She knelt between his legs, her body suspended just above his, and of course, she became instantly aware of his lips since her hand was still pressed against them. Before she could yank herself back, Kenobi took it upon himself to nibble one of her fingers. She jerked back and let out a sound of disgust. He chuckled. "I thought you were going to suffocate me for a minute there. What else was I to do?" "Yeah, right," she groused, rising to her feet and rubbing her hand vigorously on her pants. She needed to get a handle on this—and wipe that infuriating smirk off his face. "So how does it feel to have the stupidest army in the galaxy?" Melody mocked with a smile. In a smooth voice, Kenobi replied, "Certainly not as bad as it would feel to have a slave army at my beck and call, I'd wager." "Quaint. Remind me what your people are doing on Ryloth again?" But still, Melody had nothing further to say on the subject. "Find us some civilization, Arfour."

They followed Arfour with heavy steps. At least, Melody's were heavy, but she had Kenobi to blame for that. At one point, he’d staggered, coming close to collapsing. Melody rushed forward and caught him before he hit the ground, and now she walked with him, his arm slung around her shoulders while she had a firm grip around his waist. His concussion was worst than she'd thought. Still, he could put in a little more effort. "Stop dragging your feet," she bit out. "Am I?" he said, somewhat distantly. Their pace changed, and Melody felt some weight leave her, but their state was still a miserable one. Why didn't she just leave him to die in the desert? Oh, right, because capturing an elusive Sith Lord had seemed like a stellar idea at the time. That and Melody supposed that she was the better person.

She’d never felt so annoyed by that fact before now.

Suddenly, Kenobi’s weight shifted, becoming limp. With the Force, Melody kept him upright, but it was a close thing. His head lobbed forward, eyes closed. Brief panic assailed her before she could calm it, and she shook him awake frantically.

“You can’t go to sleep, Kenobi.” She shook him again. “You can’t.”

Kenobi jerked, his eyes opening. He seemed surprised that she was there. It took a moment for him to become aware of himself. “Hm? Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“Guess that means we need to keep talking.” They started walking again.

“Goes without saying I need to get to a medcenter,” he responded dryly.

She grinned. “I was actually thinking about dropping you off at the psych ward.”

“Oh, it’s a good thing I adore you.”

Their steps faltered, and it was entirely her fault. Mercifully, Kenobi didn’t call her out on it. In fact, he continued speaking, eliminating her need to come up with a response to such a preposterous thing. “You do know you’re on a Separatist-aligned planet, don’t you?”

“So that’s why I find the place distasteful,” Melody said. “Yes, I knew. Your point?”

“They’ll be looking for you.”

Melody tensed. “So call them off.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

He didn’t respond.

Melody jerked her head to look at him. His red hair hung down, obscuring parts of his face, but Melody could tell his eyes had closed again. She brought a hand up to his face, not sure what to do. He’d stopped bleeding, but the blood crusting his temple didn’t give her any joy to see. Gently, she shook him and lightly tapped his face. “Kenobi, no, wake up.”

His eyes shuttered open then shut, opened then shut.

Ahead of them, R4 warbled, triumphant. Melody raised her head—

And using the Force, she physically lugged an unconscious Obi-Wan forward. R4 had found them civilization. She just hoped she could make it far enough without being arrested.

Admittedly, the desert city wasn’t Coruscant or even Mandalore, but Melody wasn’t complaining. It had its share of shops, sellers, eateries, residences, and—most importantly—inns, and that’s what she was after now.

“I need a room,” she told the barkeep, a Toydarian who eyed them with distaste. Melody hoisted Kenobi up, rolling her eyes. “Deadbeat went and got himself drunk. If his wife finds out, she’ll be pissed. I just need somewhere to stash him for a few hours.”

“We have room,” the barkeep replied in a guttural voice, his revulsion only increased by her explanation. “But it will cost you double.” His smile was greasy. “For additional upkeep, you understand.”

“No problem,” Melody replied. “Bill the Separatists.”

The Toydarian’s smile slipped, his wings forgetting to beat for a moment. “You mean—” His eyes darted to Kenobi again.

Melody wrenched the room key out of his hand before he could look too closely. “Thank you for your accommodation.”

The room itself was a glorified hole in the wall, but at least the door locked behind them. She settled Kenobi on the bed, grimacing at the sight. He really didn’t look so good, and the sand-covered, rundown aesthetic wasn’t doing him any favors. Crossing the room, Melody closed the ratty curtains that were nothing more than repurposed burlap cloth, but at least they kept the sun mostly out of his face. Briefly, she searched him for a comlink—anything she could use to contact her people, but when it became evident that he was just as empty-handed as she was, she backed off.

She eyed the folds of his dark layers of clothes then shook her head, agitated. No, she sure as hell wasn’t going fishing for it either.

Shrugging out of her Jedi robe, Melody covered him with it, because it was better than throwing it on the floor. She ignored how much the robe seemed to suit him.

“Stay here and watch him, Arfour,” Melody instructed, turning to leave the room. “I’ll be back in a few.”

R4 warbled after her mournfully.

Republic credits were useless out here, and Melody didn’t bother trying to use them. All it would do was put a target on her back, and she already stuck out. She could only hope that throwing the Separatist name around and looking important would get her what she needed.

Still, hiring a tried-and-true doctor was probably out of the question and too risky, but surely, she could find someone with medical experience who’d be willing to help for a price.

After weaving through the crowds for an hour, she finally found one. The human male was a back alley doctor if there ever was one, his eyes yellowing, not with the dark side but with sickness, and his breath was smoky. He was also hard of hearing and didn’t have the strongest grasp of Basic.

He was also immune to Jedi mind tricks.

“I need you to come look at my—my associate,” Melody tried again for the third time. “He’s very sick. Concussed. I need you to help him.”

“Nonononono,” the man waved her away, smiling. “Me, he does not need. Only you.”

“I don’t know how to treat a concussion.” A severe oversight, she admitted, but she would learn from this experience. “I can pay you handsomely if you’d just come—”

But he waved her away again. “No. Rest, he need. Looking after. You keep track of condition. If he get worse, you take him to professional.”

Annoyed, she snapped, “And how will I know to do that?”

“You know if not. He get better after, eh, a week.”

“A week?” Melody said shrilly. She didn’t have a week to wait around for Kenobi to get back to being his usual annoying self. She still had Grievous’ location to report and needed to find a way off this planet besides. “Do you happen to have a transmitter, by any chance?”

“What you need transmitter to treat concussion for?” The man raised his hand, a multi-colored pill between his dirty fingers. “Here. Take this and go away.”

She took it, mouth twisted in mild revulsion. “And this is?”

“Painkiller.”

“Oh. Great.” She stepped aside and let the man hobble away from her.

Well, that had been terribly productive, hadn’t it?

She returned to the inn, requesting fresh water, disinfectant, and a clean cloth from the barkeep. He obliged her without question, but his suspicious eyes followed her as she climbed the stairs with the items. She extracted the key and managed to get the door open with one hand.

It never occurred to her to use the Force for these kinds of things.

Kenobi was still unconscious. Just as well. She didn’t want him awake for this part anyway.

Sitting next to him on the bed, she moistened the cloth with the water and dabbed the blood off his face. The process was trickier around his hairline, but she took the time to examine the injury, reassured that his brain wasn’t leaking out of his skull or anything.

Could have fooled me, she thought while rinsing the cloth with water. Still, her face flushed when she remembered how close they’d been before, how his teeth had grazed her skin. And then his words from earlier floated back into her head.

Oh, it’s a good thing I adore you.

In truth, Melody didn’t know which prospect was worse: that he said things like this to her he didn’t mean, or that he truly did mean them.

One thing Melody knew for certain: she greatly preferred him asleep. His face wasn't quite so punchable-looking. In fact, it was rather appealing. She scowled. Anyone who went over to the dark side like he had didn't deserve to have good looks on top of it. It was a mockery on the fairness of the universe. Even as she wiped away the sweat and dirt from around his wounds, his brow, and his straight, aristocratic nose, Melody realized that this was probably the first time she'd ever seen him so peaceful. Vulnerable. It was a jarring revelation. If she'd been a different sort of person, his life probably would have been forfeit in her hands. It still is. I'm going to turn him over to the Council. That, she firmly decided, was different. That was the right choice. She dropped the cloth beside the water bowl, setting it aside. She'd need to refill it; the water was filthy, and she didn't much feel like fighting off an infection on top of his concussion. Melody sighed sharply. Speaking of, she needed to disinfect the wounds, but she'd prefer him to be awake for that part. Her eyes strayed back to him, pondering. Peacefulness aside, this was also the worst she'd ever seen him. The skin around his eyes was dark, as if he hadn't slept much lately. His beard, though still neatly trimmed, was dirty from the desert sand and general grime, and she hadn't managed to get all the blood off his face. And then there was his hair. Normally so well groomed, it was a wild, disheveled mess atop his head with a few strands falling over his forehead and eyes. Before she could think about what she was doing, Melody reached up and gently pushed the hair off his face, smoothing it back. His skin was warm, his hair surprisingly soft. She found herself repeating the process unnecessarily, just to feel it again. Suddenly, Kenobi shivered, and it was the only warning she had before he opened his eyes. With Jedi tranquility, Melody held his hair out of the way and examined his wound with a clinical stare, as if that was what she'd been doing all along. "The slothful Sith is finally awake. How are you feeling?" "Terrible," he admitted, then smiled smugly. "But by all means, keep petting me, my sweet. I'm certain I'll make a swifter recovery if you do." If she rolled her eyes any harder, she'd give herself a concussion. She pulled back, but only to grab the disinfectant. "I have something better for you. Good, reliable antiseptic. Now, hold still. This is going to hurt." "Must you sound so pleased about that, padawan?" "Of course, you're right," she said with mock understanding. "You can hold my hand if it gets to be too much for you, oh mighty Sith." Concentrating, she dabbed the antiseptic on anything that even half-way resembled a cut. Obi-Wan fought to keep his gaze steady on her, though she was careful not to meet it. "For someone who claims to hate me," he murmured thoughtfully, "you certainly have a gentle touch." "I don't hate you. I just don't agree with anything you represent." She paused then added, "And I don't get off on other people's pain, Kenobi." His mouth quirked. "But that would imply that you do get off." "Don't get excited. It's just an expression." She smiled as if she were in pain. "And don't say anything like that again. It sounds really weird coming from you." "Says the Jedi.” He shifted into a more comfortable position, closing his eyes and sighing. “As you wish. I'll stick to crafting odes about your ethereal beauty." She laughed despite herself. Now, she knew he was kidding. "Where are we?" he spoke into the silence. "Somewhere safe. For now." Kenobi swept a brief gaze over the room before his attention landed on the robe covering him. He stilled, expression suddenly blank. Under her sudden scrutiny, an easy smile appeared on his face, and he said in a rough voice, "Interesting choice for a blanket. Is this yours?" "It was that or these no-doubt infested sheets." She half-smiled, half-scowled at him. "You're welcome." Done with the process, Melody looked over her shoulder. “Arfour, light.”

Normally, it would have been great fun, for Melody and R4 both, to shine a light directly in Obi-Wan Kenobi’s face. Instead, Melody frowned, displeased, at the lack of constriction from his pupils before he abruptly shut them, still sensitive to light. She gestured for the droid to shut off the light and quipped, “I guess I won’t bother with the finger test.”

Kenobi scoffed. “Such a heartbreaking thing to hear.”

“Stop being clever and get some rest, if you can.” Melody rose from the bed and turned to leave. “I’d like to formally arrest you sometime this century.”

“And where are you off to all by yourself?”

“I don’t answer to you.”

But as she unlocked the door, his voice floated to her, his tone neutral. “They’ll have already moved him by now. You know that, don’t you?”

Melody didn’t deign him with a look. Her only response was a slammed door.

Whether the Separatists had alerted General Grievous to relocate or not, Melody had no way of knowing. Information on this planet was rather sparse and controlled, but that’s not where her problems ended.

Through listening to various complaints as she sat at the bar, she learned that the Separatists were jamming all communications to and from the planet. Which meant she wouldn’t be telling the Jedi Council anything any time soon. It would take all her ingenuity just to find a way off this planet herself, forget about sending out a distress signal to the Republic. But this wasn’t the worse thing, and it did get worse.

The Separatists were looking for her. Her and Kenobi. And, judging from the conversation around her, most people had a pretty accurate description of them both.

She wrote an IOU to the barkeep for her drink, another friendly reminder to put this expense on the Separatist’s tab, before she rose and returned to her room. And, she realized with some trepidation, she wasn’t being paranoid. The Toydarian was definitely watching her from across the room the whole time.

When she entered, she found Kenobi asleep again and decided that was a good idea for herself. Settling herself against the wall by R4, Melody resolved that, any problems that were bound to catch up with her, she’d rather face with a well-rested mind. Still, one question chased her as sleep descended.

Without a ship or contacts, what was she going to do with Kenobi?

The Sith was proving to be rather talkative for someone with a concussion. On the third day, he asked her, "Do you remember your parents?" She stilled, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Do you?" she countered. "No," Obi-Wan replied, eyes gazing up to the ceiling. He'd moved to recline on one side of the bed, insisting that she take the other. She had yet to—and would not—comply, choosing to sit instead against the wall. "I was two when the Jedi took me away from my family. But I was under the impression it was later for you." "I was four," Melody admitted. "But I find it strange that you know that." A secret smile caused his whole face to animate, and he stroked his beard thoughtfully, a sure sign that he was progressing rapidly towards full recovery. "Not so strange at all. You really don't remember then." She sighed, annoyance creeping up. "I told you I don't—" "We trained together. For a brief time." Melody clamped her mouth shut and felt her face heat for no particular reason that she could name. "What?" she finally said. Kenobi turned on his side to look at her. "We were initiates together, learning about the Force—the light side only, naturally—and about the Jedi way of life." Melody shifted, focusing on R4 powered down across the room. "Can't say I remember that, no." Or that she fully believed him in the first place. "No, I guess you wouldn't. Or rather, your master no doubt encouraged you to forget those memories and the bonds you formed with your fellow Younglings. An impossible attachment to avoid when one is so young." It was eerie, the things he was saying. They made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin, as if it belonged to someone else. It didn't help that everything he was saying was true. Well, almost everything. She decided to call his bluff. "But you are—were years ahead of me." "Only six. And like I said, it was a very brief time." His smile became a full-blown smirk. "You were vicious with a lightsaber even then, using just a training saber no less. I remember Master Yoda giving you a thorough dressing down in the middle of lessons one day." The more he spoke, the more the memories trickled back, bit by bit. Melody's face flamed of embarrassment now, but she merely said, "He was right to do so. I could have hurt someone." "Perhaps, but unlikely, the power levels were set so low. No, you were testing your limits, and that's the true reason why Yoda admonished you. A Jedi learning independence is a terrifying thing for them." But Melody's memories were different. They were memories of learning self-discipline, mindfulness, and serenity. Of patience and listening before acting. Even though the Grand Master's warnings had been grave, she didn't remember there being any fear—from either of them. As she recalled more from that time, she turned the conversation back on him. "You were chosen to be Master Qui-Gon's padawan shortly after that." "I was," he said, and that was all. Her eyes flicked back, taking in the neutral frown, the distance in his eyes. "It must have been a momentous thing for you." "Yes, I suppose it was at the time. Training with Qui-Gon was—well, I'm sure you must have some idea. You certainly talk with him more than I do now." "And whose fault is that?" He clenched his teeth. But a thin smile appeared nevertheless. "Careful, my love. That's a bit of a sore topic, and not one you're in the proper mood to appreciate. Let's talk about something else. Such as, are you aware of what one of my fondest memories from that time is?" "I haven't the slightest idea or inclination to care." "Then allow me to change your mind. It involves you, after all." Kenobi took on an almost wistful air, unaware of how tense Melody had become as she braced herself. "I was fourteen at the time. Qui-Gon and I were leaving the temple to travel to Sullust when who should run up to stop us but a young initiate with dirt stains on her robes and grass in her hair." Melody wanted to disappear into the wall. She wanted to stop him. She wanted to leave him behind altogether, to keep walking until he himself became only a memory. But she did none of those things, merely listened as her innermost thoughts and feelings warred with themselves. "Qui-Gon asked you why you'd come to delay us. He thought you had a final message from the Council to deliver." Kenobi remarked, turning appraising eyes on her. "In that, he was only half right. You were delivering something, but it was from no one but yourself." His eyes glittered with sudden mischief, and Melody's whole body became hot. "You extended your hand to me, opening it to reveal an orange daisy. You said you liked the way it matched my hair and wanted me to take it for good luck on my first away mission." He grinned. "You were such a sweet thing, one wonders what happened." Before he'd finished speaking, Melody was already on her feet and moving toward the door. "What a touching story. Obviously, I was a terrible judge of character as a child." "Obviously, though you're not a child any longer," he said dryly. "I did take it with me, you know. Kept it until it withered." Heart pounding, she said, "I'm sure your master was thrilled by that." "Not thrilled per se, but Qui-Gon did think the whole thing to be rather amusing." "How wonderful," she drawled, failing to keep the sarcasm at bay. Hurriedly, she constructed her wall again, throwing her feelings back and hiding them in the Force. She felt peace descend, her heart rate slowing. With familiar motions, she unlocked the door of their room. "I've been trying all these years to return the favor," he said smoothly to her turned back. "But I just can't seem to find one that perfectly matches your eyes." A crack appeared in the wall, but it didn't break. "You can stop looking. I'm not interested in flowers," she threw behind her with a sweet smile, and then she was gone.

Their welcome at the inn expired on the fourth day. Melody made short work of the droids the Toydarian had directed their way. As patrons fled the inn—the ones that weren’t too drunk, anyway—Melody held her lightsaber near the Toydarian’s neck before deactivating it.

“We’ll take our leave now,” she told him with a cold smile before marching back upstairs to collect a dozing Sith Lord.

Getting Darth Miseris awake and ready to run was by far her least favorite thing about this particular adventure.

“Wake up, you idiot,” she said, shaking him for the second time. Red eyes blinked open, and suddenly hands stronger than she’d anticipated wrapped around her arms, stilling her.

“Mmm,” he hummed, utterly content. “I was having a good dream, but this is promising to be much better.” He pulled her closer.

Melody broke his hold and yanked him up by his arms. “Get up. We’re leaving. And here, take this.”

Kenobi took the painkiller from her, his brow arching. “What is…?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not spice or anything. Arfour checked it out,” she said, powering said droid back up again. “And I don’t want you whining about the pain as we move.”

“You’ve had this the entire time?”

She smiled at him innocently. A laugh escaped him, brief and amused. He swallowed the pill and rose, following her out the room. “You know I’m only obliging you because I’m curious to see how far you’ll get.”

“That’s the spirit,” Melody quipped back as she analyzed their escape route, one of the inn’s side doors. She could already hear clankers filing inside at the entrance, but they hadn’t rounded the building yet. Signaling for the others to follow, Melody slipped outside and began weaving through alleyways away from the main road.

The Separatists weren’t playing around with locating one of their Generals, however. Battle droids poured into the town, and droid scouts spotted them well before they could clear the outside walls. Melody noticed that Obi-Wan was doing his best to look very much captured and had to admit he was doing a swell job of it.

When she wasn’t busy running, Melody deflected laser fire, shot by shot, but her enemies were growing. Soon, there’d be no way she could deflect and dodge everything.

“Call them off, Kenobi!”

Next to R4 behind the safety of a wall, Kenobi shrugged, unconcerned. “I told you I can’t. They’re following Master Dooku’s orders.”

“Are you or are you not a general?”

“Do Republic commanders make it a habit of undermining the authority of their superiors?”

Melody ducked another laser, this one managing to singe her hair. “And here I thought you had more power.” She darted behind the wall and pushed them forward. “My mistake.”

They ran, clearing the city and emerging into the desert beyond at a full sprint. All the while, countless droids followed, their ranks swelled and relentless.

Kenobi slowed to a stop, and Melody had no choice but to do the same.

“The game is up, my dear,” he said, a strange sort of understanding in his eyes. “You should learn when to cut your loses.”

Wind swept her hair to the side, her padawan braid falling across her neck. Her eyes narrowed on him. It was all too clear their roles had reversed. “I won’t let you take me alive.”

He smiled. “No, not today at any rate.” Kenobi stepped forward. Melody reacted, moving to draw her lightsaber, but stilled as Kenobi’s hand captured hers in a gentle grip. She watched, stunned, as he smoothly brought her hand up and kissed the back of it, his beard brushing her skin along with his lips, gentle and caressing. His eyes never left hers.

“Thank you,” he intoned, his breath whispering over her skin, “for your tender care these past few days. One almost feels you missed your calling as a medic.”

Melody found her words stuck in her throat. His tone was joking, as always, but his eyes…

The clanking of droids grew closer, a group of them descending down the dune several meters away behind Kenobi. At the same moment, a shuttle dipped out of the sky and began firing—not at her, she realized, but at the droids.

Kenobi’s hand squeezed hers. It was her only warning.

A red lightsaber blazed to life in his hand, and he drove it toward her. But Melody yanked her hand away and jumped back, clearing the deadly blade and putting a sizable distance between them.

She flipped in midair, landing perfectly inside the shuttle’s opening. Several armored hands grabbed her to keep her from falling out the other side, identical voices shouting orders and taunts at the droids below.

“Commander,” a voice said urgently near her ear, “are you alright?”

She turned, saw the familiar black and white helmet, identifying it easily. “Rook, your timing is excellent as ever.”

“And you’re good at avoiding questions as ever, sir,” he replied back in clear resignation. But she could hear the smile there, too.

“Well, I have a more important one for you. How did you find me?”

Rook shook his head, a muffled laugh coming through his helmet. “You won’t believe this, but we actually got the tip off from Master Jinn.”

Melody’s brow furrowed. “Qui-Gon? Is he here?”

“No, sir, he’s back on Coruscant, or at least I think he is.” Rook tilted his head, uncertainty coming through by his tone. “The other alternative is that he’s stepped in and assumed command—”

“No,” Melody interrupted, sure of voice. “No, there’s no way. Qui-Gon detests the war. He detests everything about it.” But still, the question remained. How had he known? “The Force is with us, Rook.”

“It certainly seems that way.” Commander Rook called to the head of the ship, “Take us out of here, Four! Unless—” Rook looked back at her.

“Hang on! Where’s Arfour?” She looked around, only to stop and laugh at the current sight of the droid on board the shuttle. R4’s dome was turned to face the clone trooper who caught her, a series of beeps erupting from her as her frame danced from side to side. A happy droid. Melody beamed and said, “Nice catch, Grim.”

Her droid, it seemed, had flown into the shuttle as quickly as she had, coming to land against Grim, who currently had his arms and legs cocooned around the droid simply because there was nowhere else to put them. Melody couldn’t see his face thanks to his helmet, but she could picture the intense frown there, and the jerking thumbs-up he gave her told her that he wasn’t altogether happy with the situation.

But he hadn’t let the little astromech go flying out the other opening, either. She shot him a grin, nodding her thanks.

“Commander?” Rook prompted again.

“Nothing more we can do here,” she agreed, her voice strong and loud over the chaos. “Take us back to the cruiser. Only… Hang on.”

She looked back at the cluster of droids below, saw the red lightsaber still shining bright like a beacon.

Like a target.

“Neb, Tango, Matrix, you see the ginger down there?”

Neb nodded, gun at the ready, as the others rang a chorus of “Yeah!” and “Yes, sir!”

She grinned at them, eyes bright with mischief. “Fire a few shots at him for me.”

#otp: diametrically opposed foes #sith au #playing nurse

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Walk of Punishment

Day 2 of FFXV Rare Pairs Week

Prompt: Getting Married/Wounds&Blood

Pairing: Ravus Nox Fleuret/Aranea Highwind

Characters: Ravus Nox Fleuret, Aranea Highwind, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Ardyn Izunia, brief mentions of Nyx Ulric and Regis Lucis Caelum

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Blood, gore, detailed depictions of field-amputation, minor language

Word Count: 138

@ffxvrarepairsweek

Author’s Notes: I hate to admit that I loved writing this more than I probably should. Then again, I always do enjoy torturing any character that I get to write, and we never were told of how Ravus survived, or who saved him. Or what happened with his arm, for that matter. I tried to make this as shippy as possible, but that’s a little hard considering what I decided to write about. Also, yes, the title is a nod to Game of Thrones. And yes, there is another Game of Thrones mention in here, but it’s subtler. Just think of a certain pair of siblings, one of whom received a crown of gold. I know I’m late I’m sorry-

This wasn’t right. No, no this wasn’t right at all. He was supposed to have been chosen, he was the rightful king! Why would they deny him? He had the Oracle’s blood in him, for Etro’s sake! The colors shifted, and Ravus was thrust back into the world of the living- or, better yet, a world of chaos. Of chaos and blood.

His arm was burning.

The pain didn’t register for a moment as he watched the flesh of his left arm began to burn from the inside out. It was cold- it wasn’t hot, not like a normal fire should feel. It was freezing, and he jerked his arm up, forcing the ring away from his body. But that didn’t stop the burning; the flames were blue and black, his veins turning white beneath the skin as he watched in horror. And then, the pain came. Searing, blistering pain.

“Luna-Lunafreya, please! Help me!” He screamed out, watching through blurred vision as his beloved sister merely stood and watched before turning and leaving with King Regis and that damned Kingsglaive who ruined everything. Why Wouldn’t she come back? Why did she leave? Why? WHY?! “LUNA, PLEASE.”

“Stop screaming,” came a harsh whisper beside him, drawing his attention away from his sister to look up into emerald pools. Aranea. “By the Six, Ravus, you’re a fucking idiot. Sit STILL.” She yelled, her own eyes wide and troubled as she watched the flames continue to creep up his arm. His side was being burnt, she realized, as the smell of burning flesh suddenly became far too clear. The Dragoon held back the urge to gag and instead pulled out a hi-potion, quickly breaking it onto the Commander’s shoulder.

“Why are… You shouldn’t be here. You’re supposed to be in- in Tenebrae! It’s too- bloody hell- dangerous for you here!” Ravus argued, before his voice broke off into an ear-splitting scream. His vision was blurring out, the pain becoming too much for even him to handle. Head lolling backwards onto Aranea’s thigh, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out, color leeching from his face.

“Oh, for Etro’s sake,” the Highwind yelled, looking around for help. Anyone, anyone- there. That bastard. “Izunia, get over here!” She commanded, not caring for titles in the least. Not when she’d be hacking off the arm of the man whose bed she’d shared the night before. The thought chilled her to the bone, but she had to do it. She didn’t have a choice in this matter.

“Oh, my. He looks to be in a bit of pain, doesn’t he? Perhaps we should put him-”

“Finish that sentence and my lance will go through your left eye socket. Get down here and hold onto his legs.” She hissed, glaring up at the Chancellor. “I hope you’ve got some transportation out of here, ‘cause this place isn’t going to hold much longer and neither will he,” as she spoke, the ceiling of the Citadel shook, pieces of concrete falling from the sky as it began to fall apart.

“I’m gonna need you to hold onto him as much as you can. I don’t have anything to numb him up with, and this is gonna be bloody and painful for us all.” With that said, she reached over and withdrew Ardyn’s own blade, ignoring the shout of anger from the man. She’d deal with the repercussions later. The fire was spreading up, up, almost reaching his shoulder. Not on her watch. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” she murmured, pressing the edge of the blade against the flesh of his bicep.

“Hold him still!” The Dragoon yelled, watching as Ardyn all but straddled the Commander and forced his own weight down upon him. Her gaze swept back to the arm, aking in the sight of flesh charred black, before gritting her teeth. “Here we go!” She sat up onto her knees and pushed, pushed, pushed; the sound of bone crunching met her ears the same moment Ravus let out a scream akin to a banshee. Blood was already pooling beneath them, staining her knees a darker black and his coat a vibrant vermillion. It was hard, to push through bone and muscle with no help from momentum. But it ended, the blade striking ground and the limb falling away, still burning as the skin began to flake off.

“Get your transport in here NOW,” she shouted, watching Ardyn leap off of the former royal and begin to speak into his com. She ripped off a piece of her uniform, quickly making a makeshift bandage around the stump of his arm. It didn’t do much good, because the blood was already soaking through- but damn it all, it would have to do.

“I’ve got him, you go on ahead.” Ardyn spoke, reaching down to lift the limp body of the Commander. It was odd, to see a man smaller than Ravus lift him with such ease. “We’ll be taking him back to base.”

The first thing Ravus registered when he woke was an odd feeling of being incomplete. Next came the harsh lighting of a hospital room, and then the smell of antiseptics. He groaned, trying to sit up and then failing because… His left arm wasn’t working. Why couldn’t he feel his arm? Heterochromatic hues opened, sweeping down to stare at… At a stump. A bandaged stump where his arm should have been.

“Morning, moonlight.” Came the soft voice of Aranea, drawing his attention from the stump to the woman entering his room. “How’re you feeling? They gave you some good shit, so you shouldn’t be in any pain…”

“What happened to my arm?” He croaked out, throat still sore from the intubation. He watched as she drew closer, setting her cup of coffee aside to settle onto the right side of the bed, legs crossing. She looked tired, he noted; dark circles stood out against alabaster skin, emerald pools usually lively with mischief unusually dull. She was even out of her uniform, dressed in a shirt he recognized came from his own closet and a pair of black pants that clung to her legs. What had she called them… Leggings? Right.

“We… Ravus, what do you remember from the Accords?” She asked, reaching out to hold onto his hand gently. Her hands were always so smooth.

“I remember… Aldercapt and Regis standing off, and then Regis’ hand was cut from his body, and then…” Phantom pains of fire raced through him, making his cringe and tense up. His arm. His arm was burning- only, it wasn’t there.

His arm had been amputated because of the fire.

“Your arm was on fire, Ravus. I… I didn’t have a choice. We couldn’t save it even if we tried. I’m so sorry…” She whispered, head ducking down as she let her words settle in the space between them. His hand was raised and pressed to smooth, shaking lips as she finally let the tears spill she’d been holding back.

Ravus couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen her cry before.

“… So this is it. I’m done.” He whispered, looking at the bandaged nub with a frown. All of his plans, to save Lunafreya, to leave Niflheim… Gone. “Why were you here? You were supposed to be in Tenebrae.”

“I was called in as backup. And when I came in and saw you… I had no other choice. They’re working on making you a prosthetic, so you won’t be without an arm for long… I’ve requested that it’d be removable, just in case you don’t wanna wear it.” The silverette spoke, offering a small smile.

“Thank you, Aranea. I would… Prefer to be alone, if that is alright.” He managed to get out, eyes closing against the sudden onslaught of tears threatening to fill his vision. She nodded, understanding as she slipped from the bed. He’d expected her to just leave, but she didn’t- she stopped, and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple before leaving.

Once he was certain he was alone, he allowed the tears to fall. Tears of pain, of loss, of anger.

Lunafreya hadn’t helped him, even when he’d called out to her for help.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It wasn’t right.

#ffxvrarepairsweek #day 2 #wounds&blood #ravus x aranea #ravus nox fleuret #aranea highwind #rating: teen #warnings #gore #blood #mild language #this was painful to write

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