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@barantos-prompts
Hi! Yes! Hello.
I write prompts. A lot of prompts, as you can see. I might even organize them eventually.
Many asks in my inbox have appeared asking if anyone can use these prompts. The answer?
My one request? Let me know cause I want to READ THEM TOO support you creative, awesome people.
Go forth. Let the juices of inspiration flow.
Also we have an 🔞 Yuri (mostly) Pitt server if anyone is interested, over on Discord. All ships and folks welcome.
Prompt Fills and Prompt Tags Below Cut
I’m working on your “Baran sees ghosts” promote.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/90122146/chapters/239515181
I hope you like it.
- 🌻
I AM SO EXCITED! EVERYONE! GO FORTH! Because our sacred sunflower is hashtag AMAZING.
soulmate au smut
Baran stilled as she sorted through her emails - Parker was running the ED solo at the moment while she attended to some much needed admin time.
The ghost of a touch on her thighs.
She focused on the bond and narrowed her eyes, grabbing her phone to send a quick text to Trinity.
Baran: Stop. Trinity: Stop what? Baran: You know what. Trinity: 🥺 Baran: I don't speak bratty bottom.
Phone face down - Baran resumed the last few admin tasks she needed to take care of.
Except...
Baran grabbed her phone again when she felt a light pressure between her legs.
Baran: I intend to leave work in an hour, meaning you have 90 minutes to cook the food I have prepped in the refrigerator. I expect you knelt and naked by the door to the garage by the time I come home.
She smirked when she felt a flash of panic and arousal flash through the bond.
Introducing The Pitt Spooky Sapphics Event! Hosted by @rosewoodlibrary
Hi All! Welcome To The Pitt Spooky Sapphic Event! A Halloween/Fall themed event focused on the F/F relationships of The Pitt. The event will be throughout the entire month of October where each day has two prompts! You can do one or both it’s up to you, Be creative!
Here are the prompts:
October 1st: Apple Picking/Farmers Market
October 2nd: Movie Night/Candlelight
October 3rd: Vampires/Haunted House
October 4th: Pumpkin Patch/Hayride
October 5th: Witches/Campfire
October 6th: Ghosts/Smores
October 7th: Scarfs/Falling Leaves
October 8th: Carnival/Tarot Cards
October 9th: Road Trip/Horseback Riding
October 10th: Pumpkin Spice/Coffee Shop
October 11th: Poison Apple/Cinnamon Rolls
October 12th: Thanksgiving/Family Meal
October 13th: Cozy Cabin/Pumpkin Carving
October 14th: Blanket Fort/Stargazing
October 15th: Camping/Haunted Hike
October 16th: Scare Actress/Blood & Guts
October 17th: Corn Maze/Candy Apples
October 18th: Cemetery/No Power
October 19th: Pumpkin Pie/Apple Cider
October 20th: Hot Cocoa/Nature Walk
October 21st: Black Cat/Full Moon
October 22nd: In The Woods/Werewolves
October 23rd: Curses/Crystal Ball
October 24th: Spiders/Gummy Worms
October 25th: Huanted Attic/Thunderstorm
October 26th: Scary Story/Old Photos
October 27th: Scarecrow/Lanterns
October 28th: Decorating/Farm
October 29th: Costume Contest/Candy
October 30th: Halloween Party/Trick Or Treat
October 31st: Free Day!
You can also see the prompts on the calendar!
And Here Are The Rules!
Works must primarily feature a F/F Relationship. Genderbending male characters will not count but trans women characters are welcome!
All art forms are welcome, be creative!
Make sure to tag correctly NSFW submissions are welcome as long as they are tagged properly. To be reposted NSFW submissions must have a SFW cover with a link or under cut to the NSFW version.
Early and late submissions are accepted: posts will be reposted on the day of the prompt until November 15th
Use of Generative AI is NOT ALLOWED
Use the tag #thepittspookysapphic26 OR Tag @thepittspookysapphic to submit.
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Mark your calendars heathens, shethens and theythens! Spooky season approaches.
Also come join us in discord if you want! We aim for 18+.
Check out the pitt yuri (mostly) community on Discord - hang out with 186 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
barantos teacher au? maybe?
I offer - The Pitt, Private School Edition
"Soooooooo, do we like the new temp?" Trinity asked as she flopped into a chair next to Dennis who reached over and grabbed a red bull from the fridge next to him before sliding it over to his best friend.
Mel opened her packed lunch, methodically emptying the contents out in front of her. "She's nice, very process oriented which I like."
"Fair…" Mel was charged with teaching the more tech-oriented kids programming. She was all for process and order.
Trinity honestly just missed Princess - her friend's pregnancy had taken a bit of a turn and she had needed to step away sooner rather than later.
Bed rest? Non-negotiable. But… at least their school had a fully loaded benefits package courtesy of the very rich parents sending their spawn here.
And so Baran Al-Hashimi - PhD and Stanford alum - had been called in as a personal favor to Dean Underwood. She was taking over the entire language department temporarily (consisting of 3 teachers now, if you didn't include Princess) and had distributed some kind of packet to the students. Trinity had seen it briefly in the halls and heard her students talking about it before they settled in for their humanities class. She'd been quite proud of that one - they'd covered Dred Scott v. Sandford since she knew Samira was covering the Civil War in history.
"One of my kids said she was teaching them an alphabet system with a song and most of the kids have it stuck in their head now."
"Good afternoon." Everyone's head turned towards the door and Trinity's mouth opened before she could stop herself.
"You didn't say she was hot, Fuckleberry."
MSF AU - First impressions
When Baran first meets Trinity, she's providing care to far too many people for one doctor to manage. Trinity has only just qualified, and Baran is loath to trust someone so new at this with her cases, but there's no-one else.
She's surprised when it turns out the new girl's living up to her cocky attitude, and also seems to have a genuine care for her patients hidden under that abrasive exterior.
She also, privately, thinks that Trinity suits the MSF- branded baseball cap very well indeed.
———————
When Trinity first meets Baran, she sees a doctor with the world on her fucking shoulders.
Baran doesn't seem to have any patience for her own mistakes, even when she's providing care to almost twice the patients she could reasonably be expected to be responsible for.
Trinity wants to relieve some of that burden and give her new co-worker some room to breathe.
She also gets a near-instant crush which manifests itself in bad puns and brash overconfidence. Eventually she’ll ask Baran out, but they don’t have the time for that yet.
-💚
(yeah expect a lot of msf barantos im gnawing on it)
Baran starts pulling away, and Trinity fears the worst, she's not in love with her anymore, never was, she's found someone better, she's bored of Trinity and her baggage, she's going to end things any day. Their sex life, the one thing that has been more consistent than their romantic one, the language they find easier sometimes than putting things into tangible words- that's dried up and Trinity is feeling on edge, touch starved, missing the touch desperately.
When Baran realises Trinity is going into fight or flight, she doesn't laugh, but she is a little amused.
'Trinity, my love, it's early menopause.'
'Oh'
'Trust me, it's not that I don't want you anymore; you're not the only one missing the other. When I've got my hormones settled out, we're not getting out of bed for a whole weekend.'
Trinity can't help but tease, 'You'll have to run that by my boss, she's in charge of scheduling'
'She's scheduled three rest breaks for electrolytes and stretching.'
In the end there was an entire cabinet dedicated to Baran's war against menopause. Vitamin D, B and Calcium - flax seed was now integrated into their daily life and a root powder that smelled a bit like cinnamon and beets had a baby.
Trinity was dragged out of the house at 4am for the 5am pilates sessions and jogs because "we're partners, habibi." And who was she to say no to this gorgeous woman who made a point of stopping at the smoothie shop on the way to work for her? A mango smoothie can solve a lot of world ending thoughts that early in the morning.
Which is why she was very confused when she woke up to Baran mouthing at her neck.
"'m 'wake. I'll g't th'-"
"We aren't going anywhere today."
Trinity's eyes popped open at that tone.
Santos doesn't work the 4th, by some miracle of scheduling. Which is great for her because when Garcia flaked on their plans the day before with a vague 'something else came up' which turned into bickering which turned into a day long text fight which turned into Garcia ending things (whatever their 'thing' was) over text before telling Trinity she had to get back to work.
Trinity spent the day wallowing her apartment, trying not to think about those feelings of 'of course she got dumped, she was worthless' and 'she didn’t deserve somebody who wanted to spend time with her, who wanted her', and those older, darker thoughts that would creep in with them.
So as soon it was socially acceptable on a day that wasn't the 4th (see, she could try and have healthy coping mechanisms), she went to a bar with the aim of getting wasted. The best way to get over someone was to get under someone, right? She started in her favourite dive bar, aiming to move onto a more populated place when the parties were really going to be in full swing, increase her chance of not going home alone.
She paced herself, relishing the slow creep of a good buzz, the not-awful music playing in the bar. And then she saw her. The hottest woman she'd ever seen. And also, the saddest.
Trinity knew Dive Bar Sad. It was why she was there. It was a sadness that required a public space where you knew no one was paying attention to you, too stuck on their own problems.
This woman wasn't drinking, the bartender won't nowhere near the booze when serving up her club soda and lime. She looked shattered, exhausted. Dead tired, worn down. The kind of tired Trinity usually saw reflected in all her colleagues at the end of the shift, whenever she looked in the mirror. This lady, not drinking in a bar on the 4th of July was making a choice Trinity recognised all too well. She had the face of someone who didn’t want to, who couldn't face, couldn't even risk maybe, being alone at home. Kind of like Trinity herself.
Something tugged inside her, not just attraction, but concern. Pretty ladies shouldn't be crying in dive bars, not on their own. God she sounded like a creepy fucker. She left her beer behind when she went over to the woman.
Baran had the worst first day of a new job she'd ever had. Undermined, her efforts to ease the transition ignored, and then berated by her colleague after she reached out for his help after her seizures came back. If the stress had brought it on, she could only hope Dr Robby's absence during his sabbatical helped the situation improve. Because right now from where she stood? It was fucked.
Her son was with her ex for the night, enjoying the comforts of an extended family celebration. She should have gone home, got some rest, did more research for information she already knew about her own condition, for oxymoronic anxious peace of mind. Instead though, she went to a bar. Not to drink, she wasn't that stupid. She also wasn't going to drive, whether she had alcohol or not. No thank you, Dr Robinavitch for that order.
She went because she couldn’t sit alone, in her empty house, worrying about if she'd had another seizure and not noticed, if it would happen again or not. So, bar it was. No one would notice if she did have a seizure, but the noise and the people made better background noise, to cover up her anxious thoughts. She ordered a club soda and sat, ready for another lonely 4th July.
And then a young woman came up and asked if she was okay.
And suddenly, the day (night) turned around for the both of them
Comedy of errors where somehow, Trinity does not know Baran is an attending, at least initially. Trinity is night shift, and their schedules don't actually overlap. Like, Trinity always arrives on time, but Baran is always off finishing handover on the other end of the Pitt, she always hears about Dr Al-Hashimi, but never gets the first name, or a face to go with it. Once, she saw a swish of dark curls disappear around a corner, and that was it.
They met on a dating app, looking for some one off company, or in person at a bar, the same deal. They know they both work long hours, but they're usually too busy doing something else too talk. They're ships passing in the night, someone's day off and their motivation to meet up pushing the other through that end of shift exhaustion. So maybe they only actually see each other once every three weeks, but they make every second count when they do.
Fuelled by a desire to actually get a full night, hell, maybe a weekend, with Baran, who knows, maybe a date that isn't breakfast food, Trinity makes the switch to day shift, is eager to meet her new attending, get through this shift, and call Baran to ask her out for real.
And then...
Jack's hands came down on her shoulders as he steered her towards central station, "time to meet your new attending, REBOA girl."
"Can I at least stash my mid-day drink so this mysterious Dr. Al-Hashimi doesn't think I'm double fisting on the regular?"
"Nope. She's gonna see you in all your glory. Speaking of! Dr. Al-Hashimi, allow me to introduce you to my R3 - now your R3. Dr. Trinity Santos." He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head, "she's abandoning night shift for days for love or something sappy like that."
Trinity blinked once.
Twice.
Three times.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Baran stood in front of her, wild curls pulled back - that Lululemon jacket she had definitely grabbed on more than one occasion to pull the other woman i-she cleared her throat. "Good to meet you, Dr. Al-Hashimi. Parker says you're… awesome…" Parker had in fact told her she was very supportive, working to make sure her students and residents shined and grew as doctors.
Apparently she had even gone toe-to-toe with Dr. Shamsi a few weeks ago over professionalism after interrupting the surgeon reprimanding her daughter for her career choices.
"Good to meet you as well, Dr. Santos. I look forward to working with you."
The statement? Professional.
The break in Baran's voice and the blush trying to dominate Baran's face? Not so much.
Jack looked between the two before a slow smirk started to form on his lips. "Wait…"
"Oh! Hey! Huckleberry! Give me your patients!" Trinity bolted for her roommate.
"What the hell is going on!?" Baran flipped the light switch in with more fire than strictly necessary - taking in the sight if her son on the floor rubbing the back of his head and her fiancée holding the bottom half of a baguette they had definitely forgotten about for week (or two).
"I thought he was breaking in!"
"She tried to kill me with stale bread!"
Baran held her hand up - eyeing the duo: Ali with the barely there wisps of hair on his upper lip that he was so proud of and Trinity in a stolen Standord hoodie. "Your curfew is 11, Ali. Go get cleaned up and get to bed. We'll be talking about that alcohol I can smell from here at a more decent hour." He grimaced but nodded, knowing full well he was in a world of trouble later in the morning.
Trinity gave her a sheepish smile, "I'm excellent at home defense?"
"With a baguette."
"At least it wasn't a bat? I cracked Huckleberry across the back once."
Also thank you @birdyqueeen for the baguette assist.
Re: the badly kept secret Barantos, I give you my addendum to it;
They think they're being so slick and private but everyone knows, so Princess and Joy (forget logic, she stayed for the interpersonal mess) set up a Secret Santa and rig it so Trinity and Baran get each other, so everyone can watch them be so fucking gay and stress about finding the perfect gift that says 'coworker' and not 'my tongue was in your mouth and elsewhere six hours ago'.
Plus they also know they're stressing about the perfect girlfriend gift to each other too. New sub bet going around about if Trinity will get a supposed gag gift that actually will be for personal use, if she'll go for non-descript bath set, or miraculously pull it off.
Dennis watched Trinity pace from the door to the couch so many times he ended up feeling dizzy. "You can't get her the espresso machine, it's way over the allowed amount. The variety box of tea is your safest bet."
She sighed and came to a stop, elbows resting on the back of the couch. "Nah, all the flavors have peach. She hates peach."
"How do you know she hates peach?" Dennis asked, lifting his phone enough to take a subtle video if her for the group chat. She had done it to him plenty of times - fair was fair when it came to payback.
"Her nose does this little scrunch every time she passes anything peach related. She literally looked at Perlah like she personally offended her the other day all because she was eating a peach yogurt."
"I see… so no tea."
"Maybe a blanket? She loves blankets. They're everywhere. I think it's cause of that millennial meme where they didn't have blankets for sleepovers and stuff?"
Dennis watched her resume pacing, sending the video.
A few moments passed and reactions came through, followed by a message from McKay: don't worry, Dr. Process and Order is over here doom spiraling. I just heard her ask herself if tickets to the opera would indicate to others that they had been "intimate." They're so unsubtle it hurts.
"Pretty sure Trin would consider that a proposal. The redbull, Maybe suggest a new water bottle?"
McKay's answer was instant, "might be too intimate for the good doctor."
Dennis' shoulders dropped a fraction. "They're too gay for this!"
May I request Trinity having the misfortune of period migraines and both Baran and Yolanda caring for her. (If I have to suffer then Trinity to has to suffer, but because I’m not a monster I think she deserves two beautiful older woman taking care of her)
Blackout curtains.
Ridiculously expensive pillows.
Peppermint oil on her temples.
Enough over the naproxen and Tylenol to be medically questionable.
Trinity groaned as she pressed her face into the pillows - she hadn't gotten the chance to re-up her rescue meds and here she was: dying. She vaguely registered the bedroom door opening, side of the bed sinking gently. A cool hand touched her forehead and Trinity leaned into it, unconsciously seeking the relief.
“Nafasam.“ Baran's voice was low and tender, “I picked you up a coke and fries on the way home and some dramamine.“
A pained smile pulled at Trinity's lips, “you remembered.“
“Of course, McMigraines are clinically proven to bring a smile out of you.“ Baran was rewarded with another small, pained smile, “Yolanda said she'll pick your meds on her way home. They should be ready in about an hour.“ She kept her voice low, loving; she was half-tempted to offer getting a hot water bottle but knew Trinity hated the heat on her skin. "Would you like to be held?"
She was allowed to need.
Allowed to want.
"'nd feed me fries?"
"Obviously."
Trinity loses a bet and has to join Baran at her early morning pilates/yoga class on her day off and she Does Not find her centre and inner peace at all for a moment. Unless inner peace is staring at Baran's triceps in her tank top and her thighs in her leggings. She's seconds away from being kicked out too be honest, but she doesn't regret a second of it.
"Jesus Christ, it's too fucking early." Trinity rubbed her hand over her face as they walked into the gym where Baran did 6:00 AM yoga on her days off.
6:00 AM!
And she called that sleeping in.
Trinity hadn't even been able to convince her to hit the snooze button. Nope - it was up and out of bed and morning pees and teeth brushing and cloth wipe downs and "focus on getting ready" and watching Baran wrangle her hair-
"You're the one who bet I didn't know the words to Bad Touch. I am a millennial. That's like betting I don't know the words to Toxic or Low."
"In my defense I would never bet against you knowing Low. It's on like 12 of your playlists. Including the one that's just covers, and you have that weird that Slipknot cover band that did a version of it." Trinity grumbled, following Baran with both of their yoga mats.
She barely listened to the yoga instructor - she got the gist and followed the movements of those around her. It wasn't long before she faltered though. They were doing some move and Baran's arms were out and did she always have a muscle there? The othet womab caught her eye and was deliberate in her slow shifting into the next position, a smirk playing on her lips.
Trinity knew she knew what she was doing.
She was tempting her.
On purpose.
Angsty little Barantos where everything is going so well, it feels too good to be true. And those negative voices in the back of Trinity's mind, well, they're reminding her of that constantly. It's a constant battle, and she is not god's strongest soldier. All good things must end, and self-sabotage is the only way to control how much you get damaged.
Baran and Kaveh went out of town for his judo tournament. He won, and they arrive back in Pittsburgh bright and early the next day. He can't wait to see Trinity and tell her all about it. Baran is eager to see her too. Trinity had been out of sorts, pulling away, lost in the past the week before they left, and she knows Trinity had a stressful shift while she was gone.
They arrive, arms laden with brunch, just as Dennis returns from a night shift that had clearly been slammed. He lets them in, chatting patiently with Kaveh as she goes to wake Trinity. She opens the bedroom door, ready to gently wake her.
Trinity is not alone.
The bodies in the bed stir, as Baran stands, taking in the scene. Kaveh and Dennis' chatter drifts down the hall and the tangled bodies jerk upright.
'Baran, wait-'
She's already moving, back down the hall, back to the kitchen, where Dennis immediately picks up that something isn't right. He stops unloading the bags of food, as she puts on a brave and tells Kaveh that Trinity isn't feeling well, so they'll have to tell her about judo another time. He wants to see her, can Maman make her better? No, Kaveh, she already has a doctor with her. Dennis' eyebrows shoot to the ceiling, his jaw set in disappointed understanding.
Trinity stumbles out of her room, clothes thrown on. Someone (maybe it's Garcia) follows behind, loose limbed compared to Trinity's frantic apologies. Kaveh looks at this intruder, helping herself to the pancake bites they'd got, and tells her he doesn't like her. Baran ushers him away, ignoring Trinity's pleas. Dennis walks them out, makes sure the brunch is secure on the back seat next to Kaveh's booster. Tells her to drive safe.
She keeps phone on Do Not Disturb. Everywhere she looks in the house is a reminder, the drawer full of Trinity's clothes, the haphazardly folded blanket on the back of the couch. She cries herself to sleep for thinking she could have something good, something real.
At work, Dennis runs interference. She goes to HR first thing and informs them that for the time being, she recommends the usual focus on keeping Trinity out of her direct supervision, should be upped. It's pre-emptive, and unneeded. Trinity switches to night shift as soon as she's able. Garcia (if it was her, prompt author is not trying to villainise her but alas she makes for a convenient pull for this situation) is insufferable, making the trip down to grace The Pitt with her presence, lingering longer than she has to 'to keep an eye on her patients'. Everyone knows something happened, even if they don't know what.
'She's gloating,' Baran murmurs, eyes locked on the board, Dennis at her elbow. The empty space on her otherside is painful, is ignored. 'How is she?' She can't help it. It hurts, but she can't not care. Knows that it didn’t happen because Trinity didn't care, doesn't care.
The silence before Dennis speaks says it all. 'Struggling. I'm keeping an eye on her. She made an appointment with a therapist. Cancelled it. Made another. I don't know why she did it, but I don't think it was meant to be- I think she's punishing herself. Not just now. I mean, that's what it was for her. Not-'
'I understand,' she says, softly. Because she does. She knows Trinity, loves Trinity, spends too much time worrying about her, wondering if she is okay or if she needs help, the urgent kind, if Garcia knows how to hold Trinity through a panic attack, if she even cares at all.
But right now, Baran just can't bring herself to be the one there for her.
(And cause I'm a slut for omegaverse shenanigans, twist where they were unmated but both clearly wanting it, that commitment is what scared Trinity, spurred on the bad thoughts. She didn’t deserve Baran, couldn’t care for an omega properly, she couldn’t look after herself. And then, gasp, what a twist, in those bleak, lonely weeks afterwards, Baran realises she's pregnant (a classic trope for a reason) and now has a time crunch on learning to move past the betrayal. Emotionally distant hook-ups where Baran is so pent-up and her body won't accept anything but Trinity's touch, even as her heart can't stand the tender lovemaking, demands something rougher, harsher. Curls up in bed, alone, afterwards and inhales the scent of Trinity on the bedsheets, the t-shirt she kept when she boxed up Trinity's things, that she keeps under the pillow for those moments she needs to feel calm.)
Barantos MSF AU where trinity comes home after her pittfest shift and just completely falls apart because it was so similar to what happened to her and baran years earlier, just crying into barans arms.
She held herself together long enough to help everyone that needed helping, and can’t help but think that this was exactly what it was like for Baran after she passed out. Putting aside all the horror and grief for later because she had lives to save. But now she’s shaking and falling apart whilst baran holds her.
They fall asleep curled up together, clinging on so tightly to remind themselves that they survived. Trinity can’t imagine coming home from this shift without her wife there to support her.
-💚
“It's alright, nafasam.“ Baran held her wife tight in the privacy of their bedroom - Bijan was fast asleep, as any 5 year old boy should be this late at night and the stray med student Trinity had brought home was presumably well on his way to greet the sands of sleep himself.
“It was so much.“ Trinity breathed in her the scent of her wife, eyes closed - reassuring herself that she was there. “It…”
Baran held her even tighter if at all possible.
She knew. She had been there, doing everything she could to keep Trinity bound to this plane of existence. Sometimes she could still hear - Baran shook her head.
Kabul.
Colleagues. Patients. Civilians.
A sea of blood and terror.
Nobody needed to relieve it tonight.
“Here,” she guided Trinity to her side of the bed and coaxed her into sitting - her wife always showered at the Pitt before coming home, claiming it was to ensure she “didn't bring any bad vibes into the house.“ For once she was thankful for the habit, “you're here. You're safe. You're alive.“ Baran knelt in front of Trinity, gently working her tracksuit bottoms off. “I am here. I am safe. I am alive.“ She smiled, registering Trinity repeating it under her breath. “Bijan is here. He is safe. He is alive.“
Trinity repeated the words a few more times - small prayers as Baran gently worked on removing the prosthetic leg and all that was required for it. She gently wiped down the skin there before reaching into Trinity's night stand for the lotion.
It wasn't long before Baran was in bed, Trinity's head on her chest - ear pressed firm to listen to her heart beat. Usually rhe simplest way to calm her lover down. She carded her fingers through Trinity's hair, massaging her scalp slowly. “We are here. We are safe. We are alive.“
AU where Trinity has been trying so hard to keep it casual like Yolanda said, and has been hooking up with this very hot stranger she met on an app. She doesn't even think this woman gave her her real name, but it suits her nonetheless. Baran. It tastes as good on Trinity's tongue as the woman herself. She's kind, but certain. Caring, but direct. Knows what Trinity wants without her saying it- but still makes her say it. Trinity is starting to think about her about as much as she thinks about Yolanda. And that scares her.
But it's strictly casual. No chit chat. She's proving to Yolanda she can do casual. She doesn't know her last name, or her job, nothing about her that exists outside of the handful of frantic little meet-ups they've had.
Then the 4th July comes around. Trinity is Tired. And yeah, there's been emails about the new attending, they all mention the new Dr Al-Hashimi, no first name. She doesn't know who this lady is or how she runs a department, but Trinity is on edge, ready to fight for her worth like she had with Dr Robby.
And then the new attending does arrive.
And oh.
Oh no.
Oh fuck.
Guess she hadn’t used a fake name after all.
"So uh..."
"We keep it strictly professional during this shift and discuss this after work."
Trinity smirked and saluted, "yes ma'am, doctor ma'am! Good to meet you, Dr. Al-Hashimi, ma'am!" She got a semi-serious glare from the other woman as she walked away to acquaint herself with the rest of the team. Trinity definitely caught her fighting off a smile.
"Sloppy civie salute, REBOA girl." Abbot sighed as he headed towards the sweet, sweet exit.
In NSFW Summary:
Garsanshimi star wars AU
- Jedi baran whos surviving by hiding out on uninhabited wild planets with dense forests, sabotaging the empire when she can
- Rebel Spy Yola who’s passing along info on the imperial navy, but gets a chance to rescue someone and takes it
- Defiant Inquisitor trinity who is beaten nearly to death for her failures as a darksider
when captain garcia drags her out and their ship crashes, they don’t expect to be pulled out of the wreckage by a (very lonely) Jedi.
-💚
Yolanda was 16 the day she joined the rebellion.
She was 18 when she signed her life away to the Empire - she liked to tell people it was to bring peace to the galaxy. In reality? It had been to save her dumbass little brother from having to join up; Yolanda knew with his luck he would end up tripping when throwing a grenade and blowing himself up.
At 27 she was pulled aside by Emery and informed that that Vice Admiral Shamsi suspected she was a spy.
And that was how she found herself embracing the inevitably of death in a stolen Imperial ship with an Inquisitor bleeding out next to her on a planet so forested a Wookie might mistske it for Kashyyyk. She had gotten to the hunk of junk Emery swore up and down still flew to find a mechanic with the galaxy's most questionable haircut and the daughter of Vice Admiral Shamsi trying to load the injured Inquisitor into said junk heep. What followed had been a conversation so awkward that Yolanda had been half-tempted to shove them in the ship rather than listen to them ramble.
Someone had gotten a lucky shot in (she refused to believe it might have been skill), they'd crashed and…
Well the burn was currently in progress.
She yanked against the harness securing her to the pilot's chair again, hoping it would release as smoke continued to fill the fall cabin.
"Course this is how I die." Yolanda strained, putting every ounce of her strength into trying to unjam herself.
Something hit the hull of the ship and before she could register the sound, a yellow light began to push through the cabin lining. She watched as…
Was that a fucking lightsaber!?
A chunk of metal fell free and a woman with wild curls stepped inside, unaffected by the smoke and sparks. She watched in awe, jaw on her knees as their savior freed her with a single swipe of the plasma blade. Yolanda threw herself from her seat and grabbed the Inquisitor, hoisiting her up with the help of the newcomer.
Once they were free of the wreckage Jedi moved away from them, lightsaber held with a confidence honed over decades of experience. "I am Jedi Master Baran Al-Hashimi." Yolanda swallowed hard, never having throught she would have a lightsaber pointed at her. "This is no place for Imperial scum."
"Good thing I'm Rebel scum then, hot stuff." She nodded towards the Inquisitor she was holding up still, "and this one was up for execution… so…"
Seconds ticked by in the form of whatever lifeforms in the trees made clicking sounds. Baran studied the duo, muscles in her jaw working overtime before she lowered her blade snd deactivated the yellow saber. "She's hurt, badly. Let's get her to my home. I specialized in healing."
"Coooooool. I'm Yolanda. This is Trinity, apparently. According to Mr. Galactic Empire Approved Mullet Man."
