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dammitadolfnomorecake · 2 years

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You and me made three prt 8

*** You and me made 3. Prt 8

Premise: Lance accidentally winds up pregnant and begins to reevaluate his relationship with his long term boyfriend

Scene: Lance works splitting his time between teaching on Altea and back on Earth his family. Keith works on both diplomatic and sneaky sneaky missions for Diabazaal and the Blades of Mamora. Things used to be good, but Keith’s been pulling away for months and Lance does the dumb panic. Set 5 years after season ewght. Supportive Shiro because I’ve been writing too much negative Shiro… and Curtis is a big arse nerd boy. Soooo much dialogue.

“Fuck, Lance…”

Lance hadn’t planned on having sex. He hadn’t planned on doing the do until they’d done the further talk… but with Keith being a horny little shit, there were just some things more important than behaving

“Take a moment, just breathe through the discomfort”

“No, I’m good… shit, I’ve missed this”

That was so Keith. He’d been trying to shower alone, but Keith had noticed he wasn’t in bed, coming up behind him for morning kisses which had turned heated enough for him to be dick deep in Keith with his boyfriend sprawled back on the bathroom cabinet. Drawing back and thrusting hard, Keith moaned as his head lolled back

“God, marry me already”

“What happened to my Prince of Diabazaal?”

“He got dicked down by his boyfriend… shit, did you get bigger while I was gone?”

“No, you just had to wait like two months. Stop clenching so hard or you’re going to snap it off”

Lance hadn’t wanted to show Keith his changing body. Keith totally trampling over that plan too. Age really suited Keith, their bodies no longer that of gangly teens. He still had some stomach tone, but nothing like Keith’s battle toned abs. Knowing he wouldn’t last long, Lance didn’t bother holding back

“I didn’t exactly plan this”

“Tell me which part you didn’t plan. The part where you came up probing my arse or the part where seemed horny as hell as I prepped you”

“Both… shit, babe. Slower or I won’t last”

“Idiot, I’m not going to last that long either”

That was why he took his time prepping Keith past Keith begging for more than his fingers

“Don’t hold back, babe. If you want me that bad, show me”

Feeling Keith ripple around him, Lance bit down a moan of his own as he drew back and thrust against, Keith nodding quickly

“That’s more like it… right there”

Making a mess out of Keith, Lance was glad no one else got to see Keith like this. He loved their sex life, and though feeling as sexy as a bag of potatoes it did wonders for his confidence that Keith could still want him so badly. Panting as he came down, his boyfriend cum was splattered up those abs so much, mixed with his own from pulling out so clean up wouldn’t be as bad. Collapsing against his boyfriend, Keith wrapped his arms around him. Normally Keith was a walking zombie before coffee, but this was nice too. It’d never really been about who topped or bottomed, but more about how they ended up when in the mood

“Shit, Lance. I feel fucked”

Snorting at his boyfriend, Lance nuzzled into Keith’s cheek

“You’re not the only one… are you okay?”

“If you mean can I feel my heart beat in my arse, then I’m very very okay”

“Mmm… good. But I think we’re going to need another shower”

Keith had other plans, his boyfriend moving his face to tug on Lance’s earlobe with his teeth

“I think I need to take you back to bed and show you my appreciation”

Panic came from nowhere. Or perhaps the idea of they’d made two babies by accident, and didn’t use protection just then. Lance’s voice wobbling slightly

“Unfortunately we have a date with the beach”

“Babe?”

Of course Keith picked up on it when he wasn’t meant to

“I want to go to the beach and we both can’t be nursing sore arses”

“I feel like that’s not it. Is it sex with me?”

“No… yes, but no. If it was sex with you, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have just nailed you on the bathroom counter. Now we both need showers, and you need coffee”

Trying to pull away from Keith, Keith kept his legs looped but took Lance’s face in his hands

“Babe, I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s really wrong… but… well, how do we know you can’t get pregnant”

Keith let out a snort of laughter, before putting his foot in it

“Babe, I’m a guy. I have guy bits”

Yeah. Because it was hilarious until actually quiznakking happened. Lance’s tone cold as he pulled Keith’s hands off his face

“So am I”

“Shit, sorry. You know that’s not what I meant”

“Even if I do, you laughing… I feel abnormal enough as it is. Heaven forbid anyone finding out that your pregnant boyfriend just fucked you”

Keith slid off the bathroom counter with a wince. Lance feeling slightly sympathetic and a whole lot pathetic

“Lance, no. I love you. I don’t care what they think”

“You laughed. Don’t you think I feel bad enough?”

“I know you do. I’m sorry. It slipped out and it was a dumb thing to say. I’m not ashamed to be fucked by you. If anything I think we’d make a fortune if we swapped to porn”

“That’s going too far. But this body, this bump, I don’t feel sexy…”

Gesturing to his body self consciously, Keith finally got a clue. His boyfriend closing the space Lance had put between them before looping his arms around Lance’s waist

“From where I’m standing, you’re very sexy. I mean, you did also just rail my arse into next year. And don’t go blaming it on me being pent up. I’m pent up because I don’t want anyone else. Nothing ever feels as good as you”

Lance sighed softly. He knew his problems in his head would probably take the whole pregnancy to get over

“I’m sorry. But… everyone laughing… that’s my biggest fear now. I don’t want to be poked at. I don’t want to be laughed at. I don’t want the whole intergalactic media talking about it… I don’t have any confidence in showing you how I’ve changed”

“Idiot, I love you for you. This body is just a very very nice perk”

Groping him as if to prove a point, Lance closed his eyes, letting out a measured breath before opening them

“You’re on thin ice, samurai”

“I’m sorry. This is why you didn’t want to continue in bed, isn’t it?”

“A bit… we… we made two babies by accident. Two is more than enough and what if… you know… what if you get pregnant? What if something goes wrong?”

“I don’t think you can get pregnant again. And I’m not sure, but we have condoms and we can ask Coran. And this tummy, I’m not going to run away. Let’s take that shower, then have breakfast. We’ll head down the mountain once I know you’ve eaten enough not to faint on me”

It was going to become a thing. Keith was going to use this pregnancy “against” him, whether his boyfriend noticed it or not. It wasn’t like being pregnant was some terminal disease, and the idea of Keith coddling him for the next 8 months sounded about as appealing as having sex with a weblum

“I’m not going to suddenly go around fainting”

“Not with me around… if it counts, the sex was good”

Only because it was with Keith… His boyfriend was just too hot… He hadn’t brought condoms with him, so if Keith expected to get physical again then he was going to have to get creative, or accept the mess

“I could tell. It wasn’t a bad view either. You’re definitely unfairly hot”

“Nah, you’ve just been deprived”

Keith’s tone hinted at maybe getting handsy again, which wasn’t happening. He wasn’t falling for Keith’s cuddles in the shower a second time

“And as much as I loved fucking you, I need to shower. And you need to wash up unless you’re going to spend the day all crusty. And don’t go saying it’s a badge of honour”

“It could be. Fine, but only because I know how much you want to go to the beach”

Keith cringed as he listened to Lance throw up wetly. Their beach trip postponed due to the eggs Lance had started frying for breakfast. One sniff and that was it. Keith barely remembering to turn the fry pan off before following after Lance who’d bolted for the bathroom

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fiiiiine. You don’t need to keep asking”

He’d been kicked out. Not so much as kicked out, but Lance had made shooing motions with his hand

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do”

Keith really didn’t. He didn’t love sightseeing on his own, nor did he want to leave Lance throwing up and feeling miserable on his own. He couldn’t help but cringe again at the sounds coming from the bathroom. He was likely to lose Lance down the toilet if he stuck his head any further over the bowl

“Why don’t you go call Shiro?”

“I’m okay…”

“I don’t need an audience”

Lance’s tone told him not to argue. He’d nursed Lance through plenty a hangover, as his boyfriend had also done for him. Generally when they were both regretting the night before they’d be cuddled up in bed silently suffering together

“Babe, I’m going to go check in with Shiro”

“Don’t let me keep you… and make sure you have breakf-…”

As if he had an appetite after hearing Lance throw up. Maybe they shouldn’t have had sex? Not that he had any complaints. He’d woken up a couple of times during the night to find Lance grinding against him, forcing himself to ignore it and let his boyfriend rest

“Got it!”

Grabbing his comms and taking them for a walk back to the kitchen, he had a message from Krolia asking how Lance was. That generally meant she’d be calling them later… Something he didn’t feel like dealing with. Finding Shiro in his contacts, Keith eyed the half done eggs with a sigh. He should really eat, even if he didn’t feel like it. Hitting dial, he set his comms up on the bench and started the gas up again. His brother taking his time to answer

“Hey, Kiddo. Sorry, I just got back. How are you?”

“Better than Lance. Back from where?”

In the background Curtis yelled out

“He took Kosmo for a run”

Shiro would be nodding if he could see him

“Did you hear that?”

“Yep. He’s not being too much of a pain, is he?”

“Nah, he’s alright. He’s missing you though”

“We miss him too. If he gets too much I’m sure I can work something out”

“You just focus on working things out with Lance. How’s all that going? Have you gotten your mind around it all?”

“I think I’m still in shock. Managed to put my foot it in earlier. Lance was scared he’s going to get me pregnant…”

“And you pointed out that you’re a guy”

“Pretty much”

“How’s he doing? Has he been eating?”

“He kept dinner down last night, but he’s throwing up pretty badly now. It’s kind of… confronting. I mean… he was throwing up yesterday, but this morning…”

“Yeah, I get it, kiddo. Have you guys talked?”

“A bit. We talked over dinner. He didn’t want to think about things so he kept asking me to tell him more about Diabazaal. I tried talking to him about Coran, but he’s so scared that everyone’s going to laugh at him that I think it’s going to take some time”

“Yeah, he was like that with us. Have you got much planned?”

“He called the kids last night, and he did want to go to the beach today”

His brother laughed. His timing on point as Keith tried to flip the eggs and broke the yolk. Keith had never conquered not breaking the yolk and today wasn’t going to be that day either

“I bet you’re loving the idea”

“How can you tell? Did I tell you we’re on a fucking mountain?”

“Yep, we looked the place up to. He certainly picked a place with a view”

“He rented a whole goddamn villa. Last night we had vegetables forced on us. He’s gone and he’s made friends here”

Curtis must have come closer to Shiro’s comms, his brother-in-law laughing it up

“Oh, no. Not vegetables”

“He made me eat vegetables and salad”

Shiro echoed Keith’s over exaggerated horrified tone

“Oh, no. It must be horrible having a boyfriend that cares. Curtis, help, Lance cares about Keith”

“Whoa. I didn’t see that one coming. Shiro, babe, are you sure?”

“He’s even making Keith eggs”

“That settles it”

The pair were weirdos. Keith butting into their banter to defend himself

“I’m the one cooking at the moment. What’s wrong with eggs?”

Curtis took over from Shiro

“Nothing’s wrong with eggs. It’s your pattern. When you and Lance are home on Earth, we could win GAC betting he’d make you eggs the following morning”

Keith shook his head to deny the comment, before remembering they couldn’t see him

“Not always”

“Yes, always. You get back, you eat dinner, you sleep, then he usually gets up before you to make eggs on toast for breakfast. Then you come out shuffling around like a zombie until you get your coffee. We know. We’ve seen it all before”

“Oi, I make him breakfast. I can cook”

Lance didn’t complain all that much about it when he cooked for them. He liked to think he’d improved… despite what Curtis had to say on things

“Of course you can, Keith. Don’t stay on the call with Shiro too long, he’s worn himself out trying to keep up with Kosmo”

“I’ve got check on Lance anyway. Both of you are horrible”

Shiro chuckled. They were probably laughing it up

“We’ll talk to you later, kiddo. Say hi to Lance for us”

“Nope. Go away. I’m making my boyfriend breakfast”

Ending the call with Shiro, somehow in the two seconds it took to cut the call Keith had burnt the edges of the two eggs. He wasn’t serving burnt eggs to Lance. Not when there was a high chance that Shiro and Curtis would hear about it later. He’d show them. He could totally take care of Lance and make him breakfast…

Half an hour later and Keith was rather proud of himself. He’d made them both eggs on toast, with no burnt bits, plus a coffee for each of them… before trying to make it look appealing on the kitchen table. Also trying his hardest, he’d forced himself through two cups on coffee, and not to go check on Lance, who came walking in gingerly as he rubbed at his stomach. His boyfriend’s face brightening up as he looked at their breakfast

“Aw, babe. You made us breakfast”

“Uh… yeah. I was trying to give you space”

“Thanks. I’m not used to throwing up with an audience. Curtis took the hint when I hit him in the head with my boot”

“You mean you kicked him?”

“No, I threw it at him and he failed to catch it. You didn’t have to”

“Trust me, I did”

Coming over to him, Lance wrapped his arms around him

“Let me guess, Shiro insulted your kitchen ability?”

“Curtis, actually. Apparently you always make me eggs on my first morning back”

“That’s because I do”

“You do?”

“Yep. You didn’t seem to notice, so I didn’t bring it up. I thought it was my little thing, but it sounds like we’ve been caught”

If Lance was telling him it was true, then it had to be

“I’m sorry I never noticed”

“It’s fine. I mean, I never really asked if you like eggs”

“They’re fine… Speaking of fine, feeling better?”

“Not really. I’m sorry you had to see that. It’s not the most glamorous side of pregnancy”

Keith wasn’t about to have Lance being self conscious over something else he couldn’t control. Placing down his cup of coffee, he turned in his boyfriend’s hold

“And how many times have you had to put up with me after a night out?”

“Almost as many times as you’ve put up with me. Actually, no, I’ve been worse than you”

“You had your hands full trying to recovering. If you don’t feel like eggs…”

“Let me stop you there, mullet. My boyfriend made me breakfast, so I’m going to eat it. I can’t promise it’ll stay down, but thank you all the same”

“You don’t need to thank me for making you breakfast”

“I do and I am. How’s the hips feeling?”

“Like someone rammed his dick up there”

“Then my work here is done. Why don’t we eat outside?”

But he’d worked so hard to make it look nice inside. Then again, the kitchen smelt of egg and he didn’t want Lance throwing up because of it. Giving his boyfriend’s minty lips a small kiss, he smiled at how cute Lance was. Keith knew he’d cooked before, but for some reason he felt stupidly happy that making breakfast for Lance had made him so happy

“Yeah, okay”

Taking breakfast outside, Lance ate every bite. He may have taken three times as long as Keith, yet Keith found himself once again proud of Lance. With only a hangover to compare things too, he knew he’d been dangerously close to throwing up again had he had eggs for breakfast. Caught by Lance, his boyfriend sighed at him, lowering his coffee cup as he did

“Babe, is there a reason you’re staring?”

“I’m just proud of you”

“For what? Eating breakfast?”

“There’s that… and then there’s how strong you’ve been”

“Keith, you don’t have to be proud of everything. It’s embarrassing”

“Not for me. Both of my idiot brothers thought I’d ruin breakfast”

“I’ll be sure to let them know you didn’t. But tomorrow I want to make breakfast for you. It’s something I actually look forward to”

“Probably because I don’t know how to use half those weird ingredients on Altea”

“I’m still figuring it out. Have you thought about maybe where you’d like to go next? I know you’ve seen the map”

He had. Keith knew he was about to upset Lance, but unlike him the day before, he knew Lance would hear him out

“I was thinking we should visit Mami. I know you’re scared. I’m not saying we tell her. But we’re both going to cop an earful for being on Earth and not telling her. If we go now, maybe it’ll be okay? I mean, we can say we’re travelling because you’re teaching the kids about Earth. So we can’t stay too long, but long enough that you’ll see her and she won’t worry as much because you’re with me”

“And what if I said I’m not ready to lie to her?”

Lance and his Mami had been thick as thieves. His boyfriend had felt horrible about needing time away from his family by taking his teaching job

“It’s the same with Krolia. We’re not lying… we’re just not bringing it up. We can take Shiro and Curtis with us to run interference… You’re not showing… and… Honestly, I’m a little scared”

Lance snorted as he took a sip of his coffee, then wiping at his nose with a glare

“You had to say that”

“I didn’t know you’d be snorting coffee. We can take Kosmo and check in on Kalternecker…”

“Babe, the last time we took Kosmo it took the chickens a week to start laying again”

“It’s not my fault he found them so fascinating. But we can always hang out at Shiro’s for a bit, or the shack? Somewhere we can be ourselves”

“You mean you’re worried about my stress levels. I’m not made of glass”

“And I’m not saying you are”

“Then can I enjoy my relaxing vacation with you first? You seem more excited about this pregnancy than before”

Keith sighed. He didn’t know that he was and he didn’t know that he wasn’t

“I’m still shocked, but until we get more answers I think you’re going to have to deal with my nagging”

“I’ve noticed. I get you’re worried, but as selfish as it is, I don’t think I can cope with you worrying so much. I am however assuming that you’re okay with me being pregnant?”

“We can’t undo it… and I don’t know, maybe we’re at the age where we should be settling down. I’ve wanted to cut down my hours for months. Then something else would happened…”

“And I know how much you worry for Diabazaal when you’re not there. Mumma K knows she can call. I’m surprised she hasn’t already”

“She’ll call tonight. She already messaged me, and I know she’s got my comms linked so she can track me”

“And that right there is why I’m as worried about Krolia as you are about Mami. I mean, how do we tell them? If… if we go through with this, we have to tell them. People thought my marks were weird enough”

“It’s no stranger than my being half-Galra. Or Shiro’s arm”

“It’s funny how it’s so personal when we’re the ones going through it, but when it’s someone we love we’re totally fine with it”

“I’m sorry that it happened the way it did. I know you dreamt of the white picket fence and a few adopted kids, but I’m not sorry we’re in this together”

Keith didn’t expect Lance to get up and walk around the table before wrapping his arms around him

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that”

“I think I have some. I don’t want you to think you need to hide anything about this from me”

“I know you don’t, but it’s a lot for my head. I have a belly already and I have no idea if that’s normal. I mean, what if they come out but they look like fish?”

“Then we’ll buy us an aquarium”

“Babe, I’m semi-serious here”

“So am I. We’re the best team in the history of Voltron, or have you forgotten?”

“How could I ever forget that?”

“I don’t know, you told me it often enough”

“I’m still sticking to your mullet blocking out things you really should have been listening to. Now can we please get ready for the beach?”

Keith still wasn’t keen on the beach, but given Lance’s level of excitement he couldn’t say no

“Only if you let me do the dishes”

“Nooooo, you cooked”

“Just think, you’ll be able to tell Curtis that I cooked an edible meal and I did the dishes”

“You’re going to make him jealous”

“I don’t care who’s jealous, because this arse is all mine”

“Right back at you, mullet. I love you”

“I love you, too. Go get ready for the beach. It’ll be a trade off in jobs. I’ll do the dishes while you pack”

“I think you mean a compromise”

Keith shrugged

“I’ve already been in one compromising position this morning, another’s hardly going to hurt”

“Why can I never win with you?”

“I’ve been trained by the best. I’ll be there soon”

There were tourists. When Keith had arrived the day before, the beach had been basically empty. That luck not carrying onto today as he glared in their general direction. Despite being pregnant, Lance had taken coming down the damn mountain like it was nothing. And sure, Keith had insisted on carrying the bag Lance had packed, but he hadn’t counted on the sheer number of people that were down there.

“Babe, quit glaring so hard”

“But there’s tourists”

Laughing as he patted Keith on the shoulder, Lance pointed out the obvious

“You do realise we’re tourists too?”

“I know, but they weren’t here yesterday”

“That’s because they’re probably on a cruise from island. They run off the mainland. You didn’t complain this much in Cuba”

“Cuba’s different. You grew up surfing there…”

Cuba got a pass because Lance loved it so much. It wasn’t that Keith hated the beach, he didn’t, he simply would have prefer it hadn’t been so far away

“I’m sure we’ll find a good spot anyway. They’ll do their own thing and we’ll do ours. The sun is good for you”

“I’m counting on you to remember that when I’m burnt”

“That’s why I packed sunscreen. I’m intending on finding a sunny spot and letting myself bake. We can rent a beach umbrella if you’d prefer?”

“Nah. It’s fine. I’m surprised you have so much energy”

“Then you can remember that when we’re climbing back up the mountain. Besides, we’re on holiday. Being shut up in the villa doesn’t seem that fun when all you’d be doing is looking after me. Suck it up, Princess”

Sucking it up, Keith followed Lance down the beach away from the jetty. Lance had always loved the water, the memory of their utter devastation at the pool in the castle being on the ceiling came back to mind. Sure enough, they’d worked out how to go swimming, but what really stuck with Keith was it felt like that was truly the first time he and Lance had worked together. Letting Lance pick the perfect spot, his boyfriend seemed to forget feeling self conscious as he stripped his shirt off and stared at now very blue looking water

“I’m thinking sun, then swimming, then sun. I brought the beach ball too”

Blinking at Lance, Keith then gave a shake of his head

“Is there anything you didn’t bring?”

“Rude. There’s snacks, water, my comms, your comms, a change of clothes, towels, sunscreen and a book in there. And I figured if I threw up I’d aim for the ocean”

“Lance, babe, you’re scaring me. Besides, Shiro told me you only go for a few days at a time. Why a week this time?”

Lance looked at him as if he’d asked the dumbest question ever, before sighing at him

“I didn’t know how my morning sickness was going to be, and I wanted at least one day laying by the beach forgetting everything in my head. Plus, you know, I wanted to recover from that fucking mountain and not have to trek it three days in a row. Anyway, first thing’s first, you need sunscreen”

Keith was low key sure that Lance applying sunscreen to his back looked somewhat pornographic to anyone watching. Straddling him from behind, his boyfriend paid special attention to the tight muscles in his back. Keith sporting a semi that he was mortified over, opting not to roll over so Lance could do his front. The sun on Diabazaal didn’t feel the same as the sun on Earth, nor were the beaches anything like Earth’s. He surprised himself feeling ready to nap as his body soaked in the warmth on the pebbly beach.

Setting up is own towel next to him, Lance laying on his stomach worried him… but Keith wisely kept it to himself. His boyfriend grinning from ear to ear as he rested his head on his crossed arms and looked across to him

“See, I totally told you it’d feel good once we got here”

“I’m reserving my right to bitch later”

“Good. We definitely deserve this. I might even move here when I retire”

Lance might be enjoying himself, but moving here… If they were going to end up anywhere it had to be Cuba or Diabazaal. Keith mentally cringed at his somewhat squeaked reply

“Really?”

Lance cracked up, rolling onto his back as he did

“God, no. You should have seen your face. You were like how do I tell him I hate the mountain. Oh, babe. We are not moving here”

“Jerk”

“Yep, and guess what, last one in the water is a loser”

Taking off down the beach, Keith needed a moment before yelling “oi” after Lance and legging it after him. Splashing into the water, Lance happily ignored the cold, Keith cringing as his momentum sent him falling face first. Coming up gasping, Lance was nearly doubled over as he called his hands and wheezed with laughter

“Oh my god, Keith. What did you trip on?”

“I don’t know, but I do know you’re too dry”

Lance tried to back away, Keith grabbing him around the middle and pulling him down with him. Both of them coming up laughing as his boyfriend looped his arms around him, Keith hefting him up by the arse with Lance then taking the hint to wrap his legs around him

“Hey, babe. Do you have any idea how wet you make me?”

Groaning at his boyfriend’s idiocy, Keith shook his hair, dousing Lance in the spray

“Probably as wet as you made me. I think my balls have shrunk back up inside. It’s fucking freezing”

“Yeah, but I’ve got a hot boyfriend. Quiznak, I forgot the beach ball”

“The beach ball can wait. Are you okay?”

Lance moved his hands up, Keith the only thing keeping his balanced as he took his face in his cold wet hands. Kissing him deeply, his boyfriend couldn’t seem to stop smiling

“Mhmm. I’m more okay than I have been in months”

“Good, I’d have to drown you if you weren’t”

“You love me too much to drown me”

“I might drown you a little if you over do it. You’re not about to puke on me, right?”

“No. Not at this exact second. You’re making things about the pregnancy again”

“That’s because you are”

“And right now, I don’t want to think about it. I want to have fun at the beach with my boyfriend”

Keith supposed he really hadn’t been that much fun with his worrying

“I’m trying. Oh, look, what’s that?”

Turning his face, Keith watched Lance out the corner of his eye until his boyfriend had followed his gaze, before letting himself drop and submerging them both. Lance clinging to him like he was clinging for dear life as they came up, his boyfriend glaring hard, despite his smiling lips ruining the effect he was going for

“That wasn’t fair”

“You’re the one who fell for it”

“I will have my revenge. When you least expect it, your arse is mine”

“I’m looking forward to it. Race you to that rock over there”

Lance turned to look for the rock, Keith dunking him again. What he didn’t expect was Lance to yank his board shorts down, before swimming back out of range as Keith rushed to hide his junk. It didn’t matter how old they got, Keith wasn’t sure they’d ever grow out of this.

#you and me made 3 #you and me made three

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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How would Lance react to you calling him your good boy?

You’re stroking his shaft, building up a pace and hes letting out such pretty noises. “That’s my good boy. Doing so good.”

I just want to call Lance my good boy. 😩

Oooo well, we've already established that Zeus is a sweet bratty sub. So, he lives for the praise.

Your hand feels so nice around him, much better than his own, and with your mouth peppering kisses to his lower abs and hips, he's just letting those pretty noises flow right out of him. But when you speed your hand up and call him your good boy? Oh, he's completely gone. He let's out high pitched whimpers and moans and incoherent babbles of your name and starts to fuck your hand, one of his large hands holding your wrist and hand still and the other petting your cheek as best he can. What makes him cum is your sweet voice calling him your good boy again, telling him to cum all over himself—so he does.

Long story short: he loves when you call him a good boy 🥰

#sub!lance tucker #lance is a baby angel with devil horns #and he loves it #so do i #he just wants attention #chatty times with k

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raapija · 3 years

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Yes, we made another one

F1 drivers' professions if they weren't in Formula 1, by "F1 2021" group chat:

Kimi: PE teacher

Lando: Full-time twitch streamer

Mick: Professional dog sitter

Esteban: Baker, because he's sweet 🥰

George: Swimwear model (he does show off his abs excessively, but we ain't complaining 💁)

Lewis: singer/artist, whose debut single is "Hammer Time" ft. Bono

Daniel: Male stripper 💦

Charles: Concert pianist and occasional karaoke contestant

Yuki: Ballerina (he's got nice spins and swirls 💃)

Sebastian: Beekeeper 🐝

Max: Still a boxer, he's got the spirit 🥊

Antonio: 🕯️🙏 His Holiness The Pope 🙏🕯️

Checo: Accounting & Finance professor at a university (he smart)

Valtteri: The new Elovena™ girl 👩‍🌾

Carlos: Hairstylist

Lance: Millionaire and philantropist (who mostly funds Esteban's baking company)

Mazespin: Mazespin's Spinners™, a spinning top manufacturer 💫

Pierre: French perfume model

Nicholas: Nutella Ambassador

Fernando: food critic for "MAXIMUM CRITIQUES!" 🔥🔥🔥

+Bonus:

Horner: The new member of Spice Girls; "Salty Spice"! 💅🧂🧂

Toto: FIA executive (the very thing he swore to destroy 😔😔)

Otmar: Local handyman who can help you fix anything (Your toaster, your plumbing, your life 🤷)

Andreas: That one guy you just kinda hang out with bc he's nice but don't really know what he does for a living

Zak: Public speaker 🗣️🗣️

Binotto: Spokesperson for a hairspray made out of Tifosi tears that gives you impeccable curls

#we did it again #f1 #formula 1 #group chat shenanigans

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shalluraweek day 1: stars/sky

Summary: stars/sky Shiro had a celebrity crush.

read on ao3: here

“Sure you’re not freaking out, Shiro?” said Keith, his voice bland and amused.

Shiro realized he was repeatedly doing and undoing the Velcro on the back of his (one) fingerless glove and quickly put his hands behind his back. Behind him, someone—probably Pidge—snorted.

Shiro breathed and looking around, forcing himself to take in his surroundings. Small office, lots of sound equipment, his and Keith’s guitars against the wall, air conditioner that made that annoying hum. Keith was nearest him, slouched in his leather jacket in a way that made Shiro wonder if he and Keith made it as a punk duo on Keith’s emo vibe alone. Sprawled across the couch was Lance, their PR and social media manager, sipping on a smoothie and clearly snickering at Shiro. Pidge was fighting Lance’s legs encroaching on her space on the couch. She worked on post-production with Hunk, a musical genius who played an impossible number of instruments and had a knack of fleshing out every song idea Keith and Shiro had into a massive hit, and helped Lance out where PR became technical. She was also definitely smirking at Shiro. Really, Hunk was the only one of them not actively laughing at him, and that was because his expression was worryingly close to pity.

Why did Shiro like these people again?

Oh yeah, because his band and the team behind it had become something like a second family.

And sometimes “family” meant “incredibly annoying.”

Shiro resisted the urge to fiddle with one of his piercings. “I’m fine,” he said stiffly.

“Yeah. Suuuuurre, you are,” drawled Lance.

Hunk shot Lance a look, clearly chiding him for not being sympathetic. He looked back to Shiro. “You really don’t need to be nervous.”

“Sure he does,” said Pidge, grinning over her glasses at him. Besides Keith, she has known Shiro the longest, and Shiro could see the blackmail in her eyes as she looked at him. She took on a sing-song voice, “It’s Allura.”

Just the look in Pidge's eyes was enough to make Shiro blush.

“Ugh, why are you like this?” Keith threw his hands in the air. “You sing your heart out to thousands of people an audience, take the lead in interviews, talk openly about being bi and having PTSD on YouTube, but having a conversation with one singer—”

“She’s not just another singer!” objected Shiro, scandalized. “She’s Allura. Do you have any idea the kinds of records she’s broken? Her latest album—”

“Yeah, yeah. We all know about your massive crush on Allura,” laughed Lance.

Shiro huffed. “That's not it.”

They didn't get it. It wasn’t just that Allura was totally hot (breathtakingly beautiful more like) or an incredible musician (which she definitely was) or had a voice that when she sang would make even sirens weep in jealousy (though she definitely did). She also was the kind of social activist Shiro dreamed of learning how to be. A political refugee who climbed her way to the top from nothing, she used her massive following to push for social change and speak out against inequality in all its forms. The way she handled personal attacks—on her race, her gender, her sexuality (pan, as seem on the flag in her Twitter profile)—with grace, dignity, and yet absolutely no apology left Shiro in awe. He respected the hell out of her, ever since the first time he saw a video of her neatly dissecting the intersection of racism and sexism in the music industry, and privately considered her one of his personal heroes.

And she was coming to the studio because someone thought it was a good idea for them to collab, and Shiro didn’t know how to deal.

“Okay, okay.” Lance rolled off the couch, picking up a can of whatever sugary death drink they were supposed to be promoting and opening it to hand to Shiro. “Time to chill out. Take a sip of our ‘paying for Pidge’s new sound system’ drink and remember you’rean internationally known star, too. It’s going to be fine. I planned it.”

“Oh, and that’s never come back to bite us before,” said Keith.

“Excuse you, I made Grumpy Cat Keith a meme! It’s was a stroke of marketing genius!”

Shiro opted to ignore Lance and Keith’s bickering, choosing instead to take a sip of the dubious promotional sports drink—

“I mean, worst come to worst, we could always use the footage to make another meme campaign if Shiro completely falls on his face.”

—only to immediately spit it out again. “Pidge!”

“Sorry,” smirked Pidge, unrepentant. Then her eyes fell on his shirt that he’d spilled his drink all over. “Oh. Uh. Actually sorry.”

Shiro looked down at his chest with mounting dismay. Of all the days to wear a white shirt (this was why he wore black: it wasn’t depressing, it was practical). The promotional drink was an unnatural red and splattered over most his front. It wasn’t something that could be hidden and Shiro could already tell the color wasn’t coming out.

“We could try rising it?” said Pidge, and she honestly sounded contrite.

“Dump the drink over all the shirt?” Keith offered.

“Hold on,” said Hunk. He started rummaging behind the couch. “I think Shiro’s vest from the Toronto show is in here. I know that shows off your prosthetic a lot without anything to go under it but—”

“That’s fine. You’re right: it’s probably the best option. Lance, when is Allura supposed to show up?”

Lance glanced at his phone. “Uh, now, actually?”

“All right. Not much time.” Shiro forced the panic to stay out of his voice. “Hunk—”

“Found it!”

“Good.” Shiro grabbed the back of his shirt, getting ready to pull it over his head. It had stuck to his chest where the drink spilled and was starting to feel sticky.

“Um, guys?”

Shiro yanked his shirt off, turning as he said, “Yeah, Pidge?”

But it wasn’t Pidge who answered.

“Oh my.”

Oh no.

Oh no nononononononono.

Allura—superstar, perfect, idolized Allura—was standing their doorway, blocking the way for the rest of her entourage. Shiro pressed his crumbled shirt to his chest in a vain attempt to preserve his modesty. Which was helped not at all by the way Allura (unfairly hot in skin-tight silver jeans and an adorable crop-top) was staring.

Staring. At him. Shiro. Who could feel that last of that godsforsaken drink drip to his bellybutton.

They both started talking at once.

“Sorry—”

“So sorry—”

“—I was just—”

“—Of course! Abs—I mean! Absolutely—”

“—you too—wait, that’s not—”

Pidge’s cackling laughter put a stop to their train wreck, but only gave more time for Shiro’s blush to attempt to melt his face off. Fortunately (or not so fortunately?), Allura didn’t seem to be faring much better.

“Should we give you two some privacy?” asked Lance, all waggling eyebrows.

“No, you should not,” said Allura, drawing herself up and doing a nice job of returning to professionalism considering Shiro was still half-naked and drowning in mortification. She brushes her hands on her pants. “Let’s return to business.”

Her assistant snorted behind her. “Like you can talk business when you just ogled his chest for five minutes.”

“Romelle!”

Well, at least Shiro wasn’t the only one mortified now.

“We’re here to discuss a collab, which is what we’ll do,” said Allura. But she met Shiro’s eyes looking sheepish and a tiny bit shy. "Unless..."

“Could I buy you a drink after this?”

That was not what Shiro intended to say.

But, holy crow, if Shiro had thought that pink crop-top looked hot on Allura before, it had nothing on the tiny, confident smirk growing on her face. “Hm. Are you referring to the one on your chest?”

Shiro's mouth continued to run without his permission.

“I was thinking we could work up to that.”

Keith pretended to gag behind him, but Shiro didn't care because Allura, freaking I-don’t-need-a-last-name-I’m-like-Beyonce Allura, was flirting with him and Shiro was pretty sure if he tried right now, he could fly.

“Ugh, gross. Gross! Hunk, don’t look!” said Pidge, scrambling to put her hands over Hunk’s eyes. Meanwhile, Lance was smiling like a shark.

“Perhaps we finish this up first?” said Allura. The way she was smiling at him made Shiro feel like there were tiny supernova going off in his chest.

“That—that works.” Frankly, Shiro was astonished his words still worked at this point.

Allura clapped her hands together with an authoritative “All right!” and yep, Shiro was in love. “Enough of this. Let’s get down to business.” She strode further into the room and consequently closer to Shiro. “On one condition,” she said, tapping Shiro’s chest.

“Yeah?”

“You keep that shirt off.”

Well.

Shiro felt his own smirk blooming on his face. He could work with that.

#shallura #shalluraweek2020 #mckinlily writes: VLD fic #can't follow a prompt to save my life but i'm going to try

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incomingalbatross · 4 years

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Okay, it’s been a day and now I have mostly-coherent thoughts on Let’s Get Dangerous, so I am writing them out. Spoilers under the cut!

There were things I like and things I didn’t like, honestly. I’m gonna start with the negatives.

...I’m just gonna say it: I don’t love New Gos as much as Gos Classic. Which, to be fair, I kinda expected, because that’s a really high bar!! New Gos is a good kid, just... not quite what I expected. She’s clearly older, for one thing, and more... toned-down?

In general, I would say she’s a little less baby than Gos Classic, and a little more YA Punk Heroine. Which is valid. It just doesn’t make for an instant bond, for me.

I am... also genuinely disappointed by the final offer of “wanna be my crimefighting partner?” I mean, it makes perfect sense for where they’re at, as opposed to their original counterparts--not only are they planning to find her Grampa, but we already got the “You’re not my family!!” and I guarantee you Reboot Drake has internalized that one. He’s trying to look out for her without overstepping! He’s doing his best!

...BUT. But having them end as “partners” and not actual family just feels wrong. (And there’s also added dissonance because I can’t help thinking how much Drake Classic would blow his top at the idea of inviting Gosalyn to fight crime??? Are you crazy??? She’s a KID!!!!)

(...That said: if Reboot Gosalyn is anyone other than Quiverwing Quack next time we see her, I’m suing. But she will be QQ--she’s already been shown with a crossbow and everything! Nice work there, to be fair.)

Related: are we allergic to the word “dad”?? I know it made more sense to say “family” some of the time, since Gos has probably never had parents in her life, but... after a while it felt like there was some Writer Mandate that that was the only usable word. Or maybe that’s a DuckTales thing in general, actually? Not sure. I just feel like “You’re not my dad!” would be a slightly more likely line in context (or “You’re not my Grampa!”) and have packed more of a punch.

Those...were really my only negatives, I think.

On to the positives!

I love Reboot Drake. So much. He’s earnest and endearing and still just ridiculous enough to still be Darkwing... and his Dad Energy was off the charts here, which is the TRUE mark of a Drake Mallard.

Also his voice actor does such a good Darkwing. You can tell he’s put serious study into this.

Okay. OKAY. Taurus Bulba...

TAURUS BULBA IS LANCE. LANCE FROM TANGLED.

I had to pause and then IMMEDIATELY text my sister when I found that out. Like... really??? Congrats, Disney! I wouldnt have said it was possible, but you created a Taurus Bulba I’m unable to hate!!

Also... Dewey. If ever you’ve used your theater kid powers for good, do it now. ...Get us a Musical Episode with Taurus Bulba in it. I need him to have a Villain Song.

Drake being literally the only person ever to NOT know Fenton is Gizmoduck is honestly an EXCELLENT twist on their dynamic. And given their reboot personalities, of course they get along outside of the suit--I mean, they should, but the identity thing means we still get some fun secret-identity conflicts.

No one told me there were this many The Good Place actors here. First Steelbeak turns out to be Derek, then the buzzard is Shawn (EXACTLY the same role too, honestly) and the computer/Ganrda Dee is Tahani?? I JUST watched S4 of TGP, guys. You have to stop hitting me with actors I actually recognize! It’s weird!!

(And then I have to consider things like “Abed and the Tenth Doctor and Lance are all in the same scene. Oh, there’s Shawn from the Bad Place. Oh look--” CONSTANTLY.)

Okay, I’ll admit it: Dewey seeing himself in Gos’s need to find her grampa and deciding to "be her Webby” was really sweet. Good kid.

I enjoyed the name-dropping of DWD villains and actual episode names (although... “Just Us Justice Duck” was underrated? By whom?? It’s a CLASSIC!)

Thing I REALLY appreciate: So 2017 DuckTales is, like, five notches less Cartoony than Darkwing Duck. HOWEVER, in both DW eps so far Drake’s personal physics have seemed to be two or three notches more cartoony than everyone else’s (see: the piano bit in the first ep, and the filing cabinet in this one). This delights me.

They gave us two hummed lines of “Little Girl Blue”and it was still enough to make me go “yoU CAN’T JUST DO THAT”

Miscellany:

The multiverse stuff is has Big Implications and ties in really well to established Darkwing canon, meaning they could really easily meet their original counterparts. It also seems to echo a plot from the comics, if I’m remembering rightly, where a different member of the Family Darkwing got lost between dimensions.

However... this is meta?? Because it means their in-universe Darkwing show is apparently also another reality. Which is WEIRD, because... that one (at least to the point covered in the meta-show) didn’t have a Gosalyn. Or a Launchpad. How can you have a real Darkwing without them?? What is that reality like?? Is the meta-show an accurate representation?? I have QUESTIONS

Also I really really want Gos Classic’s adult self to fall through a portal and hang out with this gang for a while. And her dad too. (Drake Classic would yell at his younger self for letting Gos fight crime, but then he would adopt him. The Dad Instincts are strong... and Reboot Drake could use a non-crazy older Darkwing in his corner!)

#i feel like i had more to say #but this is already very long #so let's go with this #it is late and i should be in bed #but The Meta #darkwing duck #let's get dangerous #let's get dangerous spoilers #ducktales

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Honey, There Is No Right Way Chapter Four

Chapter: four/four

Summary: Ava picks Sara up from blind school and they take a walk through the park. Later Sara makes breakfast for everyone and they talked about how Sara has settled into things.

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe.

Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Charlie, Zari Tarazi, John Constantine, Nate Heywood, Behrad Tarazi.

Chapter Rating: General Audience.

Additional Tags: Blind!Sara, Fluff, Lemons.

AN: I have completed a multi-chapter fic with a consistent update schedule! I am so proud of myself for this It's something I fail at more than I like and something I'm trying to change.

Read at AO3

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Ava was absolutely not outside of the Blind school waiting for Sara to finish her lessons for the day. No, she was just sitting at the park, eating her snack, and... Oh who was she kidding, of course she was waiting for Sara. Ava missed her, Sara’s classes took up most of the day and she worried about how Sara was doing. Ava turned away from the building to look over at the park in front of her, watching the bare tree sway and picking out the lone red leaves left in the trees.

Ava tried to distract herself and think of anything other than Sara. It worked, and Ava was so distracted that she didn’t notice Sara sneaking up behind her until Sara tugged on her jacket. Ava jumped as she touched her and Sara laughed before wrapping her arms around Ava’s waist.

“You must have had a very successful lesson. You found me all on your own,” Ava said as she smiled and tapped her nose, before pulling Sara in and kissing her lips.

“The vision I saw of you waiting for me helped, but I walked 10 whole blocks, learned some new living skills, and worked on my Braille,” Sara smiled, her voice full of pride. “Also, we have got to catch up on Daredevil because Lucy is two episodes ahead of me and she kept spoiling everything.”

“It sounds like you had a really good day,” Ava said, leaning in to tuck Sara’s hair behind her ear. “I’m glad these lessons are going well.”

“Me too, it feels good to walk around knowing I can navigate the unfamiliar street,” Sara said, as they strolled into the park. Sara used her cane with one arm and Ava held her hand as Sara led them along the trail to where they had parked the Waverider.

“I’m glad, I know this has been an adjustment for you my love, and I’m happy that you’ve been able to learn how to adapt and even make some friends. Even if Lucy does spoil the plot for you.”

“I told her I was behind and she still blabbed the ending of episode ten.”

Ava chuckled as they walked. It was early winter and the wind picked up the leaves to dance around then and Sara laughed as the leaves tickled their legs as they walked. Eventually, they got to the Waverider and paused outside it. It was camouflaged to match the field around them, but Sara remembered where to stop, something she had recently learned.

“What can you hear?” Ava asked, as she looked around the park, wrapping her arms around Sara’s waist and set her head on Sara’s shoulder.

Sara smiled, tilting her head as she listened to the world around them. “I can hear the leaves rustling through the trees. The sound of kids' laughter as they play over there and the steady steps of the joggers as they run past us and the hum of the ship.”

“Can you hear what trouble the Legends have gotten into since we’ve been gone,” Ava asked, giving her a nudge.

Sara smiled and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her powers were another thing that she was learning how to use. “Well, it looks like they are decorating for the holidays. They’ve hung some large white snow fluff which has attracted some giant spiders as they left the cargo bay door open.”

Ava made a face and shivered “Oh, maybe we should enjoy the park a little bit longer.”

“Come on, Miss Sharpe,” Sara said, with a smile as she dragged her back down the trail. “I smell a taco truck.”

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Ava woke up to an empty and cold bed. She frowned as she stretched, missing her tiny little heater. Sara ran hot and Ava always got cold without Sara sleeping beside her. Ava was a morning person and out of habit, Sara got up early to train. Usually, they would wake up together and have morning sex, but it wasn’t too unusual for one of them to get up before the other. Ava never liked waking up without Sara next to her.

She reluctantly rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom, wrapping her robe around her and washing her face before heading out in search of Sara. Ava looked in the gym first, but found only Mick on the weights and headed off to the kitchen. As she approached, Ava spotted Sara at the counter.

“Surprise!” Sara said, having heard her walk in and turned around pulled the foil off of a plate for her.

Ava walked all over and looked down at the plate Sara had prepared for her. It was her favorite breakfast of turkey bacon, eggs, and a yogurt parfait. Taking the plate from her hands, Ava looked around to see the rest of the kitchen set up buffet style on the counter. There were waffles, eggs, pancakes, and a sorted array of breakfast foods set for everyone to enjoy.

“Thank you babe,” Ava said, as she wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist as Sara leaned into her and kissed her cheek. “Who made the rest of the food?”

“I did.”

“You made all of this by yourself?”

“Yep,” Sara said, smiling, very pleased with herself. “With Ray’s organization and the braille labels, I was able to find everything I needed. Then Gideon helped me time how long to cook things, and the rest I did all by myself.”

“Babe,” Ava said as Sara let her over to the table that was completely set with silverware, coffee, and a basket of fruit and flowers. “This is amazing.”

“And really good,” Behrad said as he stuffed his face with pancakes. Nate nodded too as his mouth was also full of pancakes.

“And a pretty decent English breakfast too,” Charlie said, with their plate of sausage, beans, and toast.

They both sat down at the table, at a place Ava assumed was Sara’s as it was half a bowl of oatmeal and apples. Sara poured her a mug of coffee using her liquid level indicator. She added the right amount of milk the Ava liked, grabbed her hand to give her the mug.

“Thank you,” Ava said, taking a sip of the coffee with a hum of content.

She put her mug down and wrapped her arms around Sara’s shoulders, pulling her in for a proper kiss. Sara smiled and hummed against her lips, putting her hands on Ava’s abs. They continued kissing, melting into each other, but were forced to part by the groans of the crew as they made out.

“Um excuse me, some of us are trying to eat breakfast here,” Zari said, tapping Ava’s shoulder in a teasing tone.

Sara and Ava laughed as they pulled apart. They never turned down an opportunity to embarrass their crew. Ava grabbed Sara’s chair, pulled it close, and put an arm around her as Sara laid her head on Ava’s shoulders.

“I didn’t realize that you had learned how to do all of this?” Ava said, looking around the kitchen again.

“Yeah, I’ve learned a lot, and I wanted to kinda show off and do something nice for everyone.” Sara shrugged against Ava’s shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you Sara,” Ava said, leaning down to kiss her forehead and give her a little squeeze.

Sara just smiled and Ava could see how happy she was, as she hadn’t stopped smiling. They all lapsed into conversation as they ate and the others finished up before they got up to leave.

“Excuse you?” Ava said, looking up at them. The Legends just looked back at her, confused until Ava gestured to the dirty dishes they had left at the table. “And I haven’t heard a ‘thank you Sara’ yet?”

“Thank you Sara,” They all chimed as they quickly picked up their plates and scampered over to put them in the dishwasher.

“You’re welcome,” Sara smiled as she heard them go.

Ava finished eating before getting up to do her and Sara’s dishes. The dishwasher on the Waverider was industrial and could handle anything, but she and Ray still like to do a few dishes by hand. Sara cleared the table and put away some of the food before she hopped up on the counter next to Ava and started drying the plates Ave handed her.

“I think I’ve grown comfortable being blind,” Sara said, looking straight ahead as she put down the plate and twisted the dish towel in her hands. “I mean, I still have my visions, but and I don’t know, being blind just feels normal now.”

“That’s good,” Ava said, putting down the last dish in the cabinet. “I’m glad that you're okay Sara. You have handled everything that came your way, better than I ever could, and I’m glad that you're good.”

“Come here,” Sara said, smiling and reaching out for her.

Ava smiled as she turned and wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist, moving in between her legs and pressing her lips to Sara’s. Sara held Ava against her and wrapped her legs around Ava’s hips.

Ava let herself smile against Sara’s lips so that she could feel it and kissed her again, letting herself linger there. She didn’t need to say anything and she let her body do the talking as she kissed Sara.

Sara pulled at Ava’s sleep shirt, her fingers quickly unbuttoning it before she paused. Ava’s gotten pretty good at telling when Sara was having a vision. She always paused just for a brief second as something flashed across her grey eyes.

“John’s going to come into the kitchen and catch us if we go any further,” Sara said as she reluctantly re-buttoned Ava’s sleep shirt.

“Well I guess we better take this somewhere else,” Ava said letting her hands run down Sara’s back, to rest on her ass. Sara laughed as Ava picked her up and tightened her legs around Ava’s waist, leaning in to trail kisses along her neck, her intentions hidden by Ava’s long hair.

Ava turned the corner just as she saw John whistle as he headed over to the galley. Ava carried her through the halls as Sara directed her way so they wouldn’t get caught by anybody else. Finally, Ava opened the door to their bedroom and walked over to lay her down on the bed quickly crawling on top of her.

#Ava Sharpe #Sara Lance #Avalance #legends of tomorrow #DC's Legends of Tomorrow #otp: I love you ya goober #DC #Charlie LoT #Zari Tarazi #Nate Heywood #Behrad Tarazi #John Constantine #my fanfics #my writing #my work

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randomfandomfiction · 4 years

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An Introduction to Ereri

All your required reading in one place!

king of carrot flowers by unhappy_turtle (23k, Mature)

It's a Sunday. He's washing his favorite mug and trying not to pay too much attention to the funeral that's going on across the street.

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(Levi lives across the street from a cemetery and Eren's father has recently passed away.)

Corp de Ballet by Dominura (26k, T+)

The Royal Stohess Ballet school is almost as esteemed and as world renowned as the Royal Stohess Ballet Company itself. It brings students in from far and wide with the hope that they too could join the ranks of the most elite dancers in the world. Mikasa and Eren can hardly believe they’ve made it this far, the chance to be able to dance in the company of their dreams fills them with hope. Along the way they meet new people, make new friends, and enemies. However, they learn that you can never judge a book by its cover.

In my opinion this is one of the more underrated Ereri fics - I think it deserves a lot more love because I really really enjoyed it

Fireside by twisting_vine_x (37k, Explicit)

A/N: Essentially, the one in which Levi ditches his car and ends up half-frozen on Eren’s doorstep, and then falls harder for Eren in four days than he’s ever fallen for anyone in his life.

Basically, this story shall contain roaring fires, hot chocolate, a whole roster of adorable animals (cause Eren’s spending his reading week watching over Hanji’s farm in frozen Alberta, whereas Levi is an author who lives in Vancouver), a bunch of cuteness with Eren and Levi bonding over nerdy shit; and, essentially, Levi and Eren being trapped together for days, with both of them realizing just how compatible they are, and with both of them aware of the fact that they're from different worlds and live entire provinces apart.

- - -

Levi’s known this kid for maybe four hours. There’s no reason for him to feel this protective.

The wind’s still howling outside, though, and Levi still can’t feel his toes.

Eren may well have saved his life, by opening his door.

Maybe Levi’s allowed to feel a bit protective in return.

Art Of War by catsonfire (52k, Explicit)

Noisy neighbors, nursling dinosaurs, satanic box cutters, shitty convenience store management, the word 'fuck', hereditary (but not really) homosexuality, beer and ramen, pennies, truckstops, strippers, closets, semi-public defacing, rings, house parties, "recreational" drug use, accidental rendezvous, toxic stew (don't eat the stew), nice abs, housewives--batteries not included, over-educational movie sessions, copious domesticity, kittens named after landlords, a shit joke at participating locations, and many, many happy endings. A modern AU in which Eren moves into the apartment directly above Levi's.

Hands Clean by Ashke (55k, Mature)

Eren's your typical high school student, despite his anger management problems. One day, he has to visit the nurse's office to only discover that the usual nurse has been replaced by a man with steel gray eyes and a mouth with no filter. Eren's interest is piqued.

A classic and must-read! Very well-known amongst fanfic readers

The Little Titan Café by pocketsizedtitan (65k, T+)

Just another cliche AU in which Eren works as a barista in his mother’s café, specializing in latte art. And then there’s Levi, who’s not exactly your typical patron, because, well, he’s blunt and rude (which Eren supposes isn’t that much different from regular customers) but mostly he just confuses Eren’s poor little homosexual heart.

I have always loved this fic! It’s one I regularly reread, just because I love the slow burn and development of the relationship between these two. This one is also pretty much a fandom staple and very well-loved

half light by foreverautumn (66k, Not Rated)

He wouldn't say that they're friends, really. They're not quite just acquaintances either; the more he thinks about it, Eren's not sure how to describe their relationship. They sort of... tolerate each other, in different ways.

But yeah, the more he thinks about it (and he does think about it quite often), Eren thinks that he'd like for them to be friends.

(AU where Eren tries to figure out what you do when friendly feelings turn into something more.)

Love.exe by anonymous (69k, Not Rated)

All Levi wants to do is drink tea, run his goddamn convenience store, and not have to deal with this kid who keeps coming in to leech his wifi bringing down high-end corporations.

Please note you need an ao3 account to read this ^

Holding Hands In The Rain by twisting_vine_x (106k, Explicit)

A/N: Basically the one with thousands of words of Eren and Levi crushing like crazy on each other, and being absolutely freaking ridiculous together, and slowly falling in love against the backdrop of modern-day Vancouver.

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Levi only realizes how much he’s not paying attention to anything around him when there are shoes beside the puddle he’s drawing. Looks up to find Eren standing right there in the rain, the hood on his jacket pulled back, and his hair plastered down against his head. He’s just standing there, and – he’s watching Levi with an expression that looks so fond it actually hurts; and Levi’s just managed to get his breath back and open his mouth when Eren moves closer, and Levi loses his air all over again.

Chasing Summer by Dressed_in_Darkness (115k, Explicit)

Two more weeks left before Levi Ackerman graduates from high school and leaves the small town of Shiganshina. He can't wait for the moment that he can finally put that dreadful town behind him. But when a Grisha Jaeger becomes the new family doctor, bringing along his ill son that breathes new life into the town he desperately wants to escape, will Levi find a reason to stay?

I normally reeeeally dislike first-person written fics (I just find them super difficult to get into and generally won’t read them) but this is an exception! Honestly I can’t even explain how big a deal that is for me

An Unlikely Alliance by Monsoon (117k, Explicit)

When Scouting Legions main trading partner, Wall Maria, is experiencing economic strain from constant attacks by the neighboring kingdom Titan, the leaders of the two nations come to an agreement: Scouting Legion will provide military protection in exchange for land and financial aid for the still growing nation.

Their new alliance will be sealed with the union of King Jaegar's son Eren to the Scouting legions strongest soldier, Lance Corporal Levi. But how will the cold, impassive soldier warm to his new husband, who is far from the weak, spoiled princess he was expecting?

1994 by Vee (124k, Explicit)

Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn't quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren's personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it's hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street...

An absolute classic and must-read! Much loved and well-known, this is definitely a fandom staple

The Strange and the Usual by lalazee (126k, Explicit)

When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there's no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?

I. LOVE. THIS. I have recced ^ before and I will continue to do so for a very long time!! This is my absolute favourite Ereri fic. It has been years since I read this for the first time and I have never forgotten it. Please read and support the author!!

Click on my Heart by CocoaChoux (140k, T+)

Levi is a well-known, full-time let’s player on YouTube who just so happens to take care of his deceased relative’s child. Content with his punk/gamer life, he did not expect to one day click on a video of fellow YouTuber, QueenPastelEren. He especially did not expect to be so smitten within the first few seconds of watching the pastel goddess with green and gold eyes.

This was one of my first Ereri fics and I’ve never forgotten it. Eren is lovely, Levi is adorable, they are so cute together, and the way the author expresses body dysphoria here is really excellent to read and understand.

Haute Couture Love by SailorHeichou (163k, Mature)

Eren Jaeger is sharp, determined and hard working but doesn't consider himself beautiful or good looking in the least. When he lands his dream job, working at Survey Corp Publications as the Executive Assistant to a high-end Fashion magazine's Editor-in-Chief, his life is turned Topsy-Turvy. All he wants to do is work hard to become an Editor, but his boss Levi seems keen on making his life a living hell.

Levi is a notorious playboy who gets what he wants both in and out of the bedroom. As Editer-in-Chief of New York's best selling high-end Fashion Magazine, Levi is forced to work with an overly determined, hot-headed brat with a rat's nest for hair and the most incredible eyes he's ever seen and it's all because of Erwin Smith.

Another fic that makes me put aside my dislike of first-person narration!! I love sassy Levi!!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #ereri #riren #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #fic #fanfic #fic rec #ereri masterlist #classics #ereri classics #long fic #recommended #masterlists

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seeds-of-the-garden · 5 years

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Lance sets out to break Keith's shirtless chin up record with Pidge there to officiate. What Lance doesn't know is that said record does not exist and that Pidge had made it up.

I’m so sorry, I’m personally thirsty for the MFEs and forgot that this request included Keith. Just imagine him among the group of guys at the gym. Anyway, I hope this quenches your thirst. 😂 (or it’ll just wet your whistle.)

For Science!

Pidge rubbed her hands together and licked her lips.

Was it hot in here or was that just her?

She couldn’t believe it worked. Such a convoluted plan, but, then again, Pidge loved the complicated.

She blamed Nadia for the idea. She had to blame somebody, she would absolutely die if her parents found out. No, wait, make that Matt. Matt could positively not find out about any of her newly planned, hopefully repeated, experiments.

And really, Nadia and Veronica (and, okay, Romelle) had truly had her cardiovascular health in mind when they drug her to the gym a week back. And it definitely got Pidge’s heart racing. Just not in the way they had planned. Though, when she thinks of the shenanigans those three got up to on a regular basis, perhaps this had been their initial intent. Pidge would have to run more experiments, just to be sure.

Also, though she had grown up most of her teen years around a ton of hot guys (four is a ton, right?), she was not prepared to witness what a few years into adulthood could do for a man. Kinkade was doing squat-thrusts which sent Nadia into an immediate and complete tizzy. James was doing crunches while hanging upside-down on the equipment. Every time he extended himself, his tank top slid up his chest revealing the already well defined abs he was so faithfully working on. Veronica suggested he take his shirt off so it wouldn’t slip around, and when he agreed, every girl in the gym held their breath.

It was so worth it.

The girls swept their way through the gym, leaving a trail of shirtless, sweaty guys in their wake. Pidge had to shudder a moment when Veronica used one of the older women to charm Coran’s shirt off him. To each their own she guessed (even though he was totally ripped for an almost 11,000 year old dude).

It was a sight to behold, and it stirred some longing in Pidge she had always been able to suppress quietly and quickly. A longing that always ended with her only wanting to see one particular guy shirtless when it came down to it. And he was pretty much the only one not in the gym.

“...Pidge?”

Lance’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Oh, yes…”

“How many did you say James did? Or was it Kinkade who was the winner?”

He was standing in her lab, performance gear hugging his body closely as he stretched his lean muscles in preparation for her ‘tests’. She had outfitted her lab with a chin-up bar and lots of official looking equipment so Lance wouldn’t catch on.

She looked up from her clipboard, trying to seem clinical. “If I told you, it would skew my findings. Just do as many as you can.” The heart monitor nearby began to beep a little quicker.

“But I want to beat them.” His competitive streak shone on his face and Pidge almost had to sit down.

Lance moved to the chin-up bar, putting his hands in place. “Tell me when.”

“Hold on!” Pidge came over and stood right next to him. The heart monitor sped up once again.

“Uuu..Something up?”

Pidge began to pull up on his shirt.

“Woah! Hey! Cut that out! What are you doing!?” Lance seemed shocked and confused. The heart monitor beat faster and faster, and the “experiment” hadn’t even started yet.

‘Sorry Lance, But, you see..” Her plan was coming along wonderfully “...Kinkade and James both had their shirts off when they did the same experiment. It wouldn’t be scientific if you didn’t have yours off as well…”

Lance eyed her curiously, seeming to mull over her declaration.

Finally he shrugged and Pidge got a front row view of him slowly peeling his shirt off and over his head, revealing each inch of his perfect, tan skin in what seemed like slow motion. The heart monitor was going crazy.

“Like this?” He hadn’t moved from directly in front of her, and she involuntarily licked her lips when his voice came out a little low and hoarse.

Pidge swallowed hard.

“Th-that’ll do nicely.”

She watched in awe as he executed perfectly timed pull-ups, over and over, each ripple of his muscles sending her into some sort of trance. Would that stupid heart monitor shut up? Why had she hooked it up anyway.

It continued to beep mercilessly fast and loud.

Pidge continued to stare, lost in the absolute eye candy that Lance was.

Nadia ran into her lab, “Pidge! What’s that horrible beeping!?”

Pidge watched in horror as Nadia’s eyes fell on the heart monitor and began to follow the wires from the machine, along the floor, to where they disappeared into Pidge’s shirt.

A smug smile stretched across her lips. “Why Pidge, you thirst h-”

With a yelp, Pidge shoved her out of the lab.

#plance #voltron legendary defender #flirtyrobot #pidgance #seeds of the garden #answer #mod fro #seeds #thirsty

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angelicthor · 5 years

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sex dice

pairing: lance tucker x reader

summary: lance tucker + sex dice. what more could you want?

warnings/genre: +18 only, pwp, unprotected sex.

masterlist

a/n: guys, gals, and non-binary pals heres everyones favourite dickhead

Before you started dating Lance Tucker, you were completely unaware at how kinky he was but more importantly, how kinky you were. You suppose it took the right man to bring it out of you and God you were happy he did. There was something about Lance that just compelled you to want to do the sordid things he suggested. And that’s how you wound up here, laying naked on your bed with an equally naked Lance, a pair of sex dice between you.

“Alright Kitten this is how it works, you roll the dice and whatever combination you get is what you do, easy right?” His voice was husky with desire at the anticipation of what was about to happen, the sound alone enough to stir arousal within you.

“Yeah, I got it,” you whispered in response, your voice unable to go any louder, “Who’s going first?”

Lance’s signature smirk was all you got in acknowledgment before his large hands plucked the dice from the bed and rolled them, throwing them out between the both of you.

‘Lick - Lips’

You giggled at the combination and looked towards Lance, raising an eyebrow in challenge, the corner of your lips rising in amusement. His eye’s narrowed in mock-annoyance as he crawled on top of you slowly - drawing out the movements and causing your lust to grow. His face hovered above yours before his mouth lowered and his tantalizing tongue came out to gently stroke across your sealed lips, the action causing you to sigh and he used the opportunity to press his lips against yours, his tongue delving into your mouth caressing your own to move against his in a heated kiss.

He pulled away slowly, his eyes tracing over your features. “That was cheating, it said ‘lick lips’ not kiss them,” your breathed out against his lips.

He chuckled, murmuring against your shoulder: “I did lick your lips, there’s no rules against stopping there though Kitten” nipping the soft skin of your neck.

You grabbed the dice from the bed, throwing them back down to find out what you have to do.

‘Nibble - Above Waist’

You bite your lip and looked up at Lance, whose eyes had blown wide with Lust, only a small ring of blue visible. Pushing him onto his back and crawling down his body, you sucked random marks into the toned skin of his torso and bites onto his abs, Lance watching you in suspense with a hooded stare. You paused at the tattoo that painted his lower stomach, and began to trace the ribbon of his gold medal with your tongue; his hands twitching at his sides, desperate to weave themselves in your hair and push your head down. Only when his cock was twitching against his stomach did you pull away, completely avoiding his weeping tip that was aching to be touched, much to Lance’s annoyance.

His head raised to meet yours as he gave you a look of incredulity, his eyebrows raising in a near comically way. You giggled at the reaction you were able to pull from him and shrugged in response to his glaringly obvious question.

“I did what the dice told me too: no more, no less.”

His eyes narrowed at you and a sly smirk crossed his face. Before you could even question it pushed you back and rolled the dice once more, eagerly waiting for them to settle on the bed.

‘Fondle-Chest’

His eyes met yours and the desire swimming in his blue orbs made you clench your thighs together in anticipation, an action Lance reveled in. Pushing you to rest against the pillows, Lance hovered over you once more, his lips lightly brushing over the supple skin of your chest; a light gasp escaping your parted lips at the sensation as goose bumps followed in their wake.

Hot lips enclosed around one of your nipples as his eyes flickered up to yours right as he strongly sucked on the bud, causing a wail to tear from your lips. Lance took that as his queue to really get to work; grazing his teeth against the nipple in his mouth whilst his hand came to palm to your neglected breast, fingers deftly pulling against the nipple so until it was as sensitive as the other. Your chest arched into his touch, desperate for more, and your arousal coated your thighs with its intensity. The foreplay had gone on for long enough.

“La-Lance please, can we - ugh - just fu-fuck now?”

His deep chuckle met your ears and you knew he wasn’t through with you yet: “Aw, does Kitten not like being teased? It’s not nice is it?”

Oh fuck, he’s getting pay back. Fine, two can play at this game.

Grabbing the forgotten dice you willed yourself to roll them once more.

‘Suck - Below Waist’

Jackpot!

You pushed Lance onto his back, his wide eyes transfixed on the words engraved on the dice. You were pretty sure from the look on his face he was praying to whoever was listening to thank them for such an invention as sex dice. You were unwilling to let him stay on such thoughts any longer, sliding down his body and gripped his already leaking cock, using the pre-cum as lubricant. His hips bucked in shock at finally having his aching cock given some needed attention, his hands weaved themselves through your locks not yet pushing you but you knew they would eventually - Lance liked to be in control.

Licking a strip from the base to his tip you heard him sharply hiss at the unexpected warmth on his sensitive cock, the grip he had on your hair getting tighter in encouragement. Deciding to put him out of his misery (and, eventually, yours) you lapped at the dripping beads at his head before taking him into your mouth. You pushed your head down his shaft, tongue tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, basking in the guttural groan that tore from his throat. You bobbed your head quickly, building his orgasm, and pushed your head back into his hands as indication to take over like you new he wanted to. He took the hint, pulling all the strands of hair away from your face into a make shift pony tail and started pushing and pulling your head up and down his cock, taking full control. His hips began to buck uncontrollably into your mouth and his grunts were animalistic in nature, only serving to turn you on more.

Your eyes lifted to meet his, keeping them wide and innocent the way you knew drove him mad. And like always, it worked.

He pulled you off his painfully hard cock, throwing you down on the bed, causing you to bounce at the impact. You looked up at him in shock as he forced your legs apart, hands bruising the soft skin of your thighs as he pinned them to the bed beneath you.

“Such a fucking tease, aren’t you Y/N?” He rolled his hips between your legs, his thick cock gliding between your wet lips, rubbing against your clit causing you to arch against him.

Your hands dug into the skin of his back as your nails raked down his skin in an effort to keep composure. You felt his lips on your neck and yelped when he began biting down on the skin, knowing there would be bruises in his wake that you wouldn’t be able to cover. You writhed beneath him, needing more, needing him to drive you into the mattress so good you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.

Licking at the shell of his ear, you basked in the small shiver than ran down his back, and whispered into his ear: “Come on Tucker, that all you got?”

Lance’s head snapped him, blazing eyes locking on yours, his harsh grip tightening on your thighs creating a deliciously sharp pain. His lips meshed against yours in a punishing kiss, a battle of tongues, teeth clashing against each other. It was dirty, sinful, and down-round carnal the consuming need you had for each other.

Pulling away from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, panting against each others mouths from the intensity of the kiss. A dark smirk played n his lips adding to the fires of your desire.

“Not even close Kitten” He growled against your lips.

He took his heavy cock in his hand, soaking it in your juices before snapping his hips forward burying himself in your dripping cunt. You both moaned at the needed relief, he gave you no time to adjust before setting a brutal pace - his cock filling you repeatedly, pressing against your sensitive spots causing you to cry out with every snap of his hips.

“Fu-Fuck Lance, right there baby, shit”

You raised your hips to meet his thrusts, pushing him further into you. He raised to his knees, hands cupping your ass to give him a better angle to graze against your g-spot.

“Come on Y/N, cum for me, cum all over my cock Kitten - fuck”

Your hands grasped at the shits beneath you as you thrashed on the bed, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm tore through you. Your pussy clamping down on his cock with a vice grip caused Lance’s hips to stutter as his own orgasm finally came, your cunt milking his cum from him.

He collapsed on top of you, panting against your neck as you ran your hands down his soft skin to calm you both down. Lance lifted his head to look at you, his usual mischievous glint returned matching his cocky smirk, “So Kitten, take it you liked the sex dice then?”

You giggled at him, as you tried to regulate your breathing, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth you nodded your head, “Yes, very much.”

He pulled out of you, laying on his side, pulling you to rest on his chest. His hands caressing the skin of your back, lips pressing soft kisses against your forehead as you traced senseless shapes on his chest, the both of you basking in your post-orgasm glow.

“So what else did you wanna try out?”

You felt him smirk against your forehead in response to your question.

“Oh kitten, just you wait.”

#lance tucker x reader #lance tucker smut #lance tucker one shot #lance tucker x you #angelicthorwrites

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kriscme · 4 years

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One Life To Live

Hi Readers, this is a reposting of Chapter 24. I didn’t like parts of the ending so I rewrote it. I hope this makes Katniss’s thought process clearer. As always, thanks to Ronja for allowing me to write fanfic of her Hunger Games fanfic “The Chance You Didn’t Take” and thanks to you for reading. “The Chance You Didn’t Take” is on Ao3 and FanFiction. Chapter 24

Ready to move on with my life. I repeat this mantra at least a dozen times the following day. I say it as I walk to work. I say it as I clean the blackboard. I say it as I walk past the bakery. I say it as I pass through the Village gates on my way home. I’m still saying it when I go to answer the knock at the door, and I say it again when I see who it is. It’s Peeta.

He hangs back as if he’s unsure what kind of welcome he’ll get. He looks tired, with circles under his eyes, and his clothes are a little disheveled, like they’ve been slept in. One hand clutches a large, bulging paper bag. A silver ring with a love knot gleams dully on one finger. He gives me a hesitant smile. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” I say in return.

There are a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. If Peeta has a reason for being here, he’s slow to get to it. “Um, do you want to come in?” I ask. Maybe that’s what he’s waiting for. I step back to give him room. He hesitates for a moment, as if considering it. “Thanks, but I can’t stay. I have to get into town. I just wanted to see you before I left. To give you this.” I take the bag he offers me. I unfold the top and see that it’s full of cookies. A least six different kinds. He has been busy. “And to apologize for the other night. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I know none of it is your fault. I don’t why I did – I think it just reminded me – “ “Of another time?” I interject. “I thought that’s what happened. Memories are returning, then?” He nods. “Yeah, and at unexpected times and places. I was wrong to blame you that other time too, wasn’t I?” I shrug. “It’s not nice to be the last to know, especially when it concerns you,” I concede. “We – that is, Haymitch and I – thought Lace would have told you, since you’re engaged and all. That’s why we didn’t.” I refrain from mentioning that I had also threatened her. “I understand. It was Lace’s place to tell me. No one else.” We lapse into silence again, but even though Peeta has said what he came to say, he makes no move to go. “I missed you this morning,” I blurt out, when the silence becomes untenable. I want to kick myself. The plan was to pretend I hadn’t noticed. But I waited nearly fifteen minutes for him to show when I shouldn’t have even given him one second. He was the one at fault, not me. As the day progressed, the anger built. I kept it leashed when I was with the children, but when Max started on me with his usual teasing, he got the full force of it, and he left me alone. And I know he was just dying to pester me for details of what happened at the pub. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he says, all contrition. “I’ve had a couple of rough nights and I slept in. I ended up taking the day off work.”

“Oh,” I feel myself soften a little. That’s something I can relate to. He does look very tired, exhausted even. And there’s something about it that’s familiar, a sort of haunted look about the eyes. I guess it takes one to know one. “Nightmares?” “Yeah, I’ve been having them for a while now. They came with the memories, but the ones just lately . . .” He doesn’t finish, but looks away, as if he can’t meet my eye. “They’ve got worse?” I prompt. “No. Not worse, just . . . different.” I wait for him to elaborate but he doesn’t. Maybe he wants me to ask. He seems to be waiting for something. But I don’t want to know about his nightmares. If he wants to talk to someone about them, he has Lace. “I guess it’s the cost of finding yourself,” I say rather unhelpfully. “But I sympathise about the nightmares. They can be brutal.” Unbidden, a hint of animosity creeps into my voice. That guest room ban still rankles. “I’ve found that out,” he replies. “I’m sorry now that I wasn’t more understanding of yours. I suppose you can add that to the list of the many things I have to be sorry about.” There’s another pause. He wants me to ask what they are, I know he does. But I’m tired of this round-a-bout way of conversing. It’s confusing me. If he has something to tell me, why doesn’t he just say it straight out? I thought he was in a hurry to get into town, anyway. “Well, thanks for the cookies. There’s enough to keep me going for weeks, but I’m sure Marcus will help out.” I don’t know why I bring up Marcus, except to show Peeta that I can have someone too if I want. “I’d better not keep you any longer.” He does that looking away thing again. “You’re right, I should be going. I have a lot to do.” He turns back to me with a sad smile. “Bye Katniss. I guess I’ll see you around.” I watch him pass through the Village Gates and then disappear from sight. He seems so forlorn, almost defeated. The nightmares must have come back with a vengeance. And I suppose this business with Lace has knocked him around a bit too. I have an impulse to run after him and put my arms around him, to give comfort in any way I can. I don’t act on it, of course. Besides, what did he mean by “I’ll see you around?” Surely, he should have said, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He’s decided not to walk with me into town anymore then. I suppose he’s realized that he can’t continue to cling to the friendship the way he has, not when he’s to marry in a few weeks. I don’t know whether to feel anger or relief. I decide on relief. It will be easier for us both.

Johanna comes over for a visit, conveniently right on dinnertime. We sneak in a few words about Peeta while Marcus isn’t listening, but she has little to add to what she told me last night, other than the locket is still by the phone where he left it.

After dinner, Johanna and I decide to visit Haymitch. Marcus is occupied pouring over maps so we won’t be missed. Unfortunately, our timing is off. Haymitch has settled into his favorite lounge chair with a bottle of white liquor and a big paper bag of cookies beside him. “One Life to Live” is about to start and this particular episode has been promoted as not to be missed. Apparently, Celia is to lose the chaste in Chastely. Johanna and I clear a space on the sofa and sit down. There’ll be no real conversation until “One Life to Live” is over. I sigh. You have to be brain dead to enjoy this show. But then I see Haymitch take a swig of his liquor. I guess he’d have lost a significant number of brain cells by now. The show opens with Ginger having the final fitting for her wedding gown. “She looks like a giant puff-ball,” comments Johanna. “It’s to hide her pregnancy. It must be quite advanced by now,” I say. “Quiet!” barks Haymitch. Chastised, Johanna and I turn our attention back to the TV. Blake and Ginger are consulting with the caterers over the menu for the reception. Ginger wants it all to be ginger-colored to go with her name. She decides on sweet potato souffle, lobster with thousand island dressing and blood orange jelly with carrot ice-cream for dessert. Blake is apathetic about it. He looks like a man who’s given up all hope. His roguish older brother, Ryder, who accompanies them, tries to cheer him up with a dirty joke, but it barely raises a smile. Meanwhile, it appears that Celia has got herself a boyfriend. Her parents enthusiastically approve. His name is Lance Bounder and his family owns the largest marijuana plantation in the district. Actually, it’s grown and sold as hemp, but everyone knows where the real source of the Bounders’ wealth comes from and it isn’t rope. On the surface, Lance is perfect for Celia. Amazingly good looking with abs to die for. Wealthy, charming, loves horses and small fluffy animals and, most importantly, shares the Chastely passion for organic farming. On this day, Celia is spending the day at the Bounder mansion. The rest of the family is out, leaving Celia and Lance all alone. Lance reaches into a dish for what looks like dried-up grass, and stuffs it into a small pipe. After it’s lit, he offers it to Celia. “I couldn’t possibly,” says Celia. “I don’t approve of mind-altering drugs.” “It’s 100 per cent organic,” says Lance. “Oh, alright then,” says Celia, and takes a puff. And another. And then another. Celia loses all inhibition. Clothes are strewn the length of the room and soon Celia and Lance are engaged in passionate sex. “Wow,” Johanna whispers to me. “Outside of the porn channel, I didn’t know they allowed this sort of thing on television. Is he licking her – “ “Yes,” I say quickly before she can say the word. “It looks as if he’s trying to reach her tonsils.” After they’ve tried multiple positions, they call out for the gardener. He’s been clipping the same hedge by the window since soon after they started.

“What are they doing?” I whisper to Johanna.

“Making a sandwich,” she replies. Eventually, all three of them collapse exhausted. The camera pans over Celia’s face. The corners of her mouth curve into a satisfied smile. “She’s going to regret it the next day,” murmurs Johanna in my ear. “Why do you think that?” Celia seems very content to me. “Urinary tract infection. Believe me, I know,” she answers. Next, we see Blake and Ryder on the porch of the Knightly home having a drink together. A glorious sunset delineates the oil rigs in the distance, but Blake is blind to its beauty. He’s sunk in despondency. Ryder watches him, deeply worried. The episode ends with Ginger meeting secretly with the real father of her baby – the lead guitarist in the punk rock band “The Sucking Mosquitos.” She tells him that soon after the baby is born, she intends to file for divorce and get half of Blake’s fortune. The lovers seal their dastardly plan with a passionate kiss.

The closing credits roll. Haymitch fumbles around for the remote control, eventually finds it down the side of the chair, and turns off the television. “So, what do you two want?” he asks crossly. I guess I should have remembered that Monday nights are special to Haymitch. He likes to sit and relax with his favorite soap while imbibing a bottle or two of some alcoholic beverage. “Can’t we just visit a neighbor without wanting anything?” I reply. “It would be a first. So, what is it? Information about the boy? What makes you think I have any?” “That bag of cookies for a start,” says Johanna. “We know he’s been here. Peeta made enough to feed an army. We’re concerned for him, that’s all.” Haymitch’s eyes travel to Johanna before landing on me. He looks skeptical. And then he shrugs. “Memories are coming thick and fast and he doesn’t know what to do with them. He says they’re all mixed up in his head. He had a lot of questions about what happened in 13.” He looks in my direction. “Your reaction to his capture. How you came to be the Mockingjay. Questions like that.” “What did you tell him?” I ask. “The truth. That you became the Mockingjay so he’d have immunity. How I got the scars on my face. Why he was rescued.” “What he did he say?” “He said you must have cared for him very much.” “And?” “That’s all. He didn’t have any other questions. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Only tell him what he asks?” “But how did he seem? Was he happy about it?” Haymitch pauses as if can’t decide to be truthful or tactful. He settles on his usual bluntness. “He seemed upset.” My heart sinks. For the briefest of moments, hope had flared. But it was simply another false alarm, like always. Haymitch opens his mouth to add something, but his attention is claimed by Johanna. “Did he tell you what happened with Lace?” she demands.

Through a fog, I hear them talk about what happened at the pub and Peeta’s reaction to it. Only one thought reverberates through my brain. He knows! He knows! And then: he wasn’t happy about it. The very opposite, in fact. “. . . making a mistake. But it’s up to him. Katniss, what do you think?” “Hmm? Ah, yes. Up to him,” I stammer out. Johanna gives me an odd look and then goes back to talking with Haymitch. “Are you alright?” she asks, shortly after we leave. “You��re acting weird, even for you.” I scowl at her. “I’m fine. I’m just tired, that’s all.” “Better have an early night then.” Johanna lets out a massive yawn. “Actually, I think I could do with one myself. ‘night.” “Goodnight.”

Johanna makes the short journey across the road to Peeta’s house, while I make the even shorter one to my house next door. But I don’t go in. Instead I sit down on the porch steps. I need to think. Was there anything I missed, in that strange conversation I had with Peeta? There might be some hope in all that gloom. I know Peeta had called in on Haymitch first. He must have, because he left to go into town after he called in on me. That means he knew then how I feel about him. I go over what was said. He told me he’s having nightmares. There’s nothing unusual in that, though. Most of us who have gone through the Games have nightmares. And then he said he has things to be sorry about. But that’s just a natural consequence of regaining one’s memories. Nearly everyone has something they wish they could take back, or do differently. So, nothing he said tells me anything. But the way he acted did. Haymitch said he was upset when he heard, and he wasn’t happy when he came to see me either. He’d be glad, wouldn’t he, if my being in love with him was a good thing? Of course, he would. It was unwelcomed then. That explains why he could hardly look me in the eye. It’s awkward when someone loves you and you don’t return it. I remember that feeling with Gale. You feel bad. Bad for them. And bad for yourself, because whatever easy relationship you had can never be the same again. That’s why he’s not walking with me into town anymore. He knows he has to separate himself from me for my sake, as well as his own. He can’t be with Lace, and knowingly continue a friendship with someone he knows is in love with him. I want to crawl into a hole and die. It’s what I’ve been dreading all along. I am so humiliated. For once heartbreak doesn’t come into it. I’ve been dealing with that for months. But I had my pride. And now I don’t even have that. How can I face him, knowing that he knows? He’s probably gone over in his head all the clues he’s missed. My moods, my insistence that he find his former self. What a fool I’ve been thinking that it would make any difference. If he loved me, he’d love me, memories or not. The hijacking wasn’t the cause. His love for me had simply burned out. Or he’s been right all this time. It was illusion. Never real in the first place. How stupid I’ve been. Peeta’s been telling me all along how he feels, but I’ve refused to accept it. I don’t know how long I stay on the porch. It’s like I can’t move, because to do so will require some kind of action, or emotion on my part. A great weariness seems to have pervaded my very bones. I haven’t felt this way since those early days when I returned to 12, when my entire world had shrunk to an old rocker in a corner of my kitchen. It seems such a comforting thing, to shut the world out entirely, and not have to deal with it. Across the road, I see the lights in Peeta’s house go out. Johanna has retired for the night then. Haymitch is still up. Even from here I can hear his television blaring. Whether I participate or not, life goes on.

I stretch out my stiffened legs and rise from the porch. Perhaps this is for the best, this end of hope. I can give up this game. That the question of whether I can regain Peeta’s love has been answered, even if that answer is a resounding no. I’m now entirely free to act as I wish because whatever I do won’t make a scrap of difference as far as Peeta is concerned. I can survive this just as I’ve survived everything else. I know I can. It might even mark the start of something new and exciting. I’ll try every food at the feast. Or I could be like Peeta. He found love again. What did he say to me once long ago, when I despaired that I will never again be loved as he had loved me? “I hope that you will, and it will the kind of love where you both feel the same way about each other." Marcus has started to pack away his maps when I enter the house. “How was Haymitch?” he asks. “He’s good. We had to sit through “One Life to Live” though. Celia lost her virginity and Blake is miserable. That’s all you really need to know.” “Good to see the tables turned for a change. And no, I don’t watch it, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve just seen the advertising on TV for it.” I walk over to the table and peer down at one of the charts. It’s an aerial photograph of the lake area. A small square structure at the edge of the lake must be the concrete house. Marcus comes to stand close behind me. “I’ve been mapping out walks we can do from the lake. Nothing too arduous. I thought it would be nice if we have time to simply relax and enjoy the surroundings. Here, I’ll show you one of them.” He takes one of my hands and traces a loop that takes in a densely wooded area nearby. I know it well.

His body is warm against my back, and I press into it. The hand that covers mine comes to rest around my waist to pull me closer. Something stirs in me, something primitive and wholly physical that has been suppressed for far too long. And there’s something else too. The need for human contact? Affection? Reassurance that even if Peeta doesn’t want me I’m still desirable and worthy of being loved? I don’t know and I don’t stop to analyze it. I’m done with thinking. I want to be a creature purely of the senses, unconcerned with anything beyond this moment. His free hand pushes aside my braid and his head dips to nuzzle my neck. His beard, rough and soft at the same time, sends tiny shockwaves of pleasure down the entire length of my body. And when I turn within the circle of his arms, his lips are waiting for me.

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