Summary: Obi-Wan senses Maul’s arrival on Tatooine, and prepares for his coming. And still, there is hope.
Obi-Wan senses Maul the moment the erstwhile Sith drops out of hyperspace.
The nutri-mix packet crinkles in Obi-Wan’s hand as he pauses in the act of scattering it into his morning ration of water. For an instant, the grey synth-mix within looks exactly like it did the first time he sampled it, seventeen years ago: like cremated ashes, seared by fire and magma.
To be fair, it hasn’t ever tasted any better.
His hand is still frozen there, held above the bowl of vaporator-drawn water.
After a moment, Obi-Wan tilts his wrist. It is unproductive to forgo breakfast simply because of his arrival. The nutri-bread might be disgusting, but it offers a few meagre calories that Obi-Wan cannot afford to waste.
He eats methodically, and indulges in an unheard-of two cups of tea. He rather thinks he deserves it.
When the bowl is empty, Obi-Wan pulls on his worn boots and steps outside to scrub the clay cup and metal bowl clean with sand. He sets them carefully aside to further dry in the heat, and stands to face the rising sun on slightly creaking knees.
Slowly and deliberately, he lowers his shields a fraction.
The effect is instantaneous; a burning wave of triumph overtakes the sun ten horizons away, as though a comet turns its blazing face towards him and spits with a tongue of sharpened plasma: KENOBI!
Eyes closed, Obi-Wan breathes a sigh, and judges the distance between them.
Good. He has until nightfall.
Obi-Wan pivots in place and strides back into his hut as he senses the comet begin to streak towards him, from half a planet away.
Anonymous said: Steve is shy but he secretly gets turned
on when you call him “cap” or “captain.” you find out
(although he doesn’t tell you directly, you find out through other measures)
and you use it to your advantage. Idk if you write smut or not, but just
suggestive language and Steve possibly getting an awkward boner (lol) is
totally fine :)))
You were in the kitchen pretty early that day,
simply making breakfast, completely unaware of what the day had planned for
you. Steve was as much of an early riser so you weren’t surprised when he
appeared in the kitchen a few minutes after you arrived.
“Hey,” you mumbled drowsily, finishing up on your
early morning coffee. You raised it up a little, “want some?”
He nodded his head and settled against the counter
whilst you scuttled around the room and prepared his drink, “you got anything
good planned today?” He asked, starting the small talk you were used to having
with him. When you first started sharing the Avenger’s Tower with him, you
thought he hated you because of how he only ever seemed to engage small talk;
eventually you learnt that that’s just how he talks to you and stopped over
“I don’t know, there’s nothing on my calendar. You?”
As soon as the coffee was placed down in front of him he grabbed a hold of it
and began to drink from it, a moan escaping from him. You ignored the burning
at the pit of your stomach that appeared when you heard that sound.
Once he was done accidentally arousing you, he
returned to the conversation at hand. “Pretty much the same, might go for a
run. It’s always funny overtaking Sam.”
“Oh, I’ve heard the stories.” You laughed, being
reminded of the last time you were at a party with Sam Wilson, he’d managed to
get you dancing which was quite a feat and he also told you about all the times
Steve had gone running at the same time as him and teased him to no end. That
was also the same day that you realised Steve didn’t hate you, Sam had
comforted you over the whole ordeal. “I might join you for that run, it’s been
a while since I had a proper work out.”
“You’re welcome to join us if you want.” He
replied, though his tone seemed indecisive, like he didn’t care whether you
went or not. You ignored this, deciding to go along with your new theory that
he did actually like you.
Just as you stepped away from the wall you’d been
leaning on, your hand for some reason twitched and the (thankfully) empty
coffee cup was thrown from your hand, in a matter of seconds it ended up in
Steve’s hand. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing Tony would have kicked up a
huge fuss over one coffee mug (you swear one day he’d probably start a war over
something as silly as a mug). “Thanks cap,” you winked his way and grabbed the
cup back from his hand, your hand gently caressing his.
Abruptly, he stood up from his seat with wide eyes
and mumbled a tarnished excuse that came out as a string of incoherent sounds
before running off and out of the kitchen. And you knew why. It had only been a
short amount of time, but you’d seen it, his boner.
After that you decided to give him the benefit of
the doubt. Believing that it couldn’t possibly have been you which caused such
a reaction, this didn’t mean you weren’t going to see if it actually was.
You still went running with him, setting off an
hour later dressed in your shortest running shorts and a sports bra. Perhaps
this looked rather desperate, you even felt a little desperate, but after
feeling like he wasn’t fond of you for quite a while, this new possible
revelation overcame you.
After thirty minutes of running there was no
reaction though and so you decided to step it up a level, as you stopped to
stretch he thankfully stayed with you. When you asked him why he decided to
stay with you, he spouted some excuse about how it’d be ungentlemanly of him to
leave you alone so early in the morning wearing such little. To which you
replied ‘you don’t like my outfit’, receiving a very promising blush. “So,” you’d
asked as you bent over, “what other things do you like to do, Captain?” Your
voice had turned sultry, and it got you the exact effect you’d been wanting. He
at first blanched and then turned away from you and began mumbling to himself,
obviously trying desperately to hide his little problem.
You left it there, wanting to continue this later
in a less public place. So you finished the run, the fact that Steve was
running further ahead of you didn’t go unnoticed. “Are you going to go for a
shower?” You asked him once you returned.
“No, I’m going to remain covered in sweat all day.”
He joked sarcastically, a playful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes at
him, and he rolled his back at you. Leaving you to go to his room, not knowing
that you were going to follow him.
Of course you waited a couple of minutes before
venturing down to his room, the door was left unlocked and the door to his bathroom
was left open, allowing steam to vacate the room. Your movements were slow, the
nerves that came with this entire situation finally hitting you. It helped
though, as your steady steps meant less noise. You began to strip outside of
the shower, taking a moment to appreciate the view in front of you. His eyes
were closed and his head was dipped back, allowing the shower water to fall
over his face.
You felt mad. Mad that you’d waited until now to
witness this Adonis topless, you planned to make up for that plenty in the
As you slid into the shower you purposely made
noise, gaining his attention. “Y/N,” he gasped as soon as he saw you. He gave
himself a second to take in your naked figure before he fixed an intense gaze
on your face, and only your face. “What are yo-“
“Tell me you don’t want this?” You dared, your
nerves now taking control of what you said. “I saw your boner this morning, and
I know why. Captain.”
“Don’t,” he groaned, his tone soft rather than
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave, but if
you do, Captain, then-“
You didn’t get time to finish, his looming figure
suddenly pushed you against the wall. The tiles felt cold on your back but they
barely affected you as warmth overcame your body, just the lustful fire in his
eyes was enough to make your knees turn to jelly. “I said, don’t.” And then his
lips were on yours, dominating you and suddenly making you feel like the weak
one. His boner pressed against your belly, making you feel even more desperate
which you had thought was impossible after first seeing him naked in the
shower. “Now will you please do what you’re told?”
“Oh you finally woke up!” Ashton says noticing that you’re finally awake. Your eyes are still sleppy and you’re a bit confused all you see right now in front of your eyes is a blonde haired guy shirtless and god his biceps are everything and he’s all foused on his phone. You don’t say anything you’re too sleepy to talk and just yawn a bit that Ashton notices that little cute yawn and look at you smiling a bit bc let’s be honest he’s still sleepy too but then he turns back to his phone and says “i made you breakfast” clenching his jaw still not looking at you so you just nod and say “oh, thank you” and try to stand up to go but then Ashton leaves his phone throwing it on the bed beside him and he’s now near to you looking at you wearing his Misfits shirt smiling so you’re like “what?????” and Ashton just smiles kissing your lips softly without touching you just his lips connected to yours and you’re like oh my god even if you two are dating for like two months it’s still a new thing waking up to him so he just breaks the kiss touching your hair “you’re so beautiful with my t-shirt on” and goood he said that with a HORNY voice biting his fUCKING LIPs bc daaamn he’s so hot and you two just spent the night together and you’re not even wearing anything except for his t-shirt bc you two finally made love that night for the first time ever and that was so beautiful and Ashton was so caring and loving and cute and adorable and now he’s still kissing you but now deeper and his hands reached your small boobs under your skin and he’s gently massaging them making your nipples so hard and your hands play with his curls all over his face and he just picks you up and you’re on his thighs now your crotches are touching and Ashton is already hard for you maybe bc he knows you’re naked under that shirt and god his hands start to roam your body basically eVERYWHERE from your jawline to your ass squeezing it a bit and then he just goes down on the bed with you still on him and he keeps making out with you while his hand slides under your shirt to touch your sensitive part oH MY GOD yOu close your eyes while his long warm fingers work on you and he’s touching you so gently your clit is between his two fingers and damn that feel so good you just hold him close and none of you two talk there are just your breathes and whimpers in the air and Ashton is breathing heavily too gOd he’s soOOooO horny right now that starts to rub himself on your ass and you can feel him so bad even if he’s still wearing his boxers but damn so you touch his boxers ready to pleasure him too but he stops you with his raspy voice “don’t touch me, i am pleasuring you” and you’re soOoo close his fingers are a gift from god holy sHit “but i want to pleasure you too” you reply whimpering a bit loud now and he just replies “no need, seeing you like this is the most exciting thing i have ever seen in my life” and god you can see your walls clenching you’re almost reaching your edge and Ashton is whimpering with you too and your hands go to his shoulders holding him close that much you can feel his hot breathes on your neck and hoLy fuck Ashton reaches his orgasm with you whimpering things like “oh god, oh god i love you so much” and hugs you close trying to catch air and you just snuggle to him curling up like a little ball on his chest kissing his collarbones while he caresses your hair slowly and just reminded you that you breakfast is still there waiting for you i AM GONNA KILL MYSELF RIGHT NOW BYE
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I haven’t read my Bible or really prayed since Christmas. *insert shocked expressions & several gasps here.* In all honesty, praying & reading my Bible are things that aren’t always easy to do. Or enjoyable. Being a Christian can be really hard and maintaining these disciplines that keep me afloat has been even harder lately. Why? Probably because I’m human. Probably because sleeping in and watching the E Network is easier. But I am incredibly thankful for the simple fact about this faith that is this - God is always awaiting my return. He never gives up, He never loses hope. He is always there. With no look of condemnation on his face.
I read Psalm 9 and these verses really stood out:
The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. And those who know your name, put their trust in you, for you, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek you. / verses 9 & 10
God is a place of protection. He wants to be our first stop, the first one we come to. Because if we’re really being honest with ourselves, no one on this planet can offer us the love and grace that he holds with open hands - free & whole. If we know His name…if we really know what his name means for us, then trust is our natural response. God’s name means peace. His name means purpose. His name means hope. I believe in that, so trust in him will be my response. Life can destroy us. It really can. And my apathy for God’s word and time with him will only speed up the destruction. But praise be to God that life will only destroy me if I let it and God will only become a distant memory if I let it.
I will not let it. I will always come back. Because I must. & because He is worth it.