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puppetsoftomorrow · 3 years

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avalance wedding vows

@puppetavasharpe challenged me to write the avalance wedding vows, so i wrote everything but the vows! (nah jokes there are some vows in here i just got Very carried away lmao). i'll clean up and post to ao3 when i find the time. enjoy!!

They both agreed they’d spent too much time apart in the weeks before their wedding to spend the night before it apart, and Sara was grateful, the nervous hammering of her heart calmed by Ava’s hand in hers, as they lay in the semi-darkness, neither ready to sleep quite yet.

“We're getting married tomorrow.” Ava said softly into the darkness.

“Yeah.” Sara said, the sound floating in the air. “Do we have to do it front of everyone? Can't we elope? Because we have a time machine, we don’t need to be married by an Elvis impersonator in Vegas, I can take us to get married by the real Elvis -”

“You're nervous.” Ava said - it wasn't a question, more of a slightly surprised statement, and Sara made an indignant noise.

“No, Sara Lance does not get nervous -”

Ava squeezed her hand, and Sara stopped the act.

“Fucking terrified. You?”

“Yeah, kind of.” Ava said softly. “But - the idea that you’ll be there - that helps. Is that weird?”

“No.” Sara said, as she moved further into her fiancée's side. “No, I think that helps me too.”

“Have you got everything ready? Are your vows written?” Ava asked, and it was Sara’s turn to squeeze her hand, trying to calm the part of Ava that needed their wedding day to run like a train station under communist rule.

“Yeah, all written.” She said, trying to keep her voice nonchalant. She had some pointers on a piece of paper in the pocket of her dress, and her plan of seeing where the day took her for the rest of it would almost certainly work. “What about you?”

“All done.” Ava said, her tone almost strangled, and Sara turned, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at her.

“Why do you look so guilty?” Sara asked, slightly confused, and her face broke into a grin when Ava started to flush pink.

“I wrote them - um – maybe about a year ago.”

“What? But I hadn't proposed -”

“I know.” Ava said, a hand coming up to cover her cheek. “It wasn’t - um - after anything in particular, you’d just come back from Star City and it sort of hit me, then, that this is what I wanted. For the rest of my life. So, I wrote them.”

“But you waited all this time -”

“Because I wanted you to propose to me.” Ava said, her voice soft, and she turned away, clearly embarrassed, but Sara’s hand caught her, to bring their eyes back together. “I just - I wanted to be proposed to. I know that’s sappy. And I wanted you to know, on your own, that you were completely ready.”

“I’m ready.” Sara said softly, as she ran her thumb along Ava's cheekbone. “That's adorable. You’re so cute.”

“Shut up.” Ava muttered, still bright red, and Sara laughed.

“Aw, Aves, is that any way to treat your future wife?”

“Go to sleep.” Ava said, grinning now, and she gently pushed Sara back down. Sara took full advantage of the new position and moved close, pressing her face against Ava’s shoulder and snaking her arms around her waist.

“I'm excited to hear them. I can't wait to marry you.”

“I can't wait either.” Ava said, voice a near whisper. “And - if it gets too much tomorrow- we can go find Elvis and he can marry us.”

“Thank you.” Sara said as she yawned, finally ready to sleep. “Night, baby. Love you.”

“Goodnight, my love.” Sara heard, softly spoken, as she drifted off to sleep.

///

Best laid plans - and Ava's plans were always the best - seemed a truism in that moment. Guests had been arriving in a constant stream, Mick making trips in the jump ship to pick everyone up, grumbling that he wasn't a taxi service, and Sara had only just finished getting ready - slipping into her white jumpsuit and curling her hair, as Nate sat on the bed and gushed about how beautiful love was, Behrad fast asleep next to him.

Constantine's mansion looked wonderful, Astra having spent a week learning the spells to cover the place in streamers and balloons, only they kept appearing and disappearing randomly, which caused Sara to yelp as a party of balloons suddenly appeared next to her.

She’d lost her shoes. These shoes were nothing special, but Sara was determined to find them, because they were her tallest pair, and she wasn't having Ava craning her neck to kiss her in every one of their wedding photos. People might think she was short or something.

Sara rounded into the ballroom, and saw something she was definitely not meant to see.

“Ava?” She said, and Ava turned, squeaked, and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Sara! What are you doing! Nate said he’d keep you in the bedroom until -”

“I’m just - what are you doing?”

“It's bad luck to see each other.” Ava said, eyes still tight shut, and Sara laughed, a slightly shaky sound.

“Well, baby, I’ve seen you now.” She looked her up and down, slightly in awe. Ava's dress was simple, ivory satin with a bardot neckline, her hair curled over one shoulder, elegant and beautiful. There was a quiver in Sara’s voice when she spoke again. “You're so beautiful. How did I ever get this lucky?”

“Stop it, you shouldn’t even be seeing me.” Ava said, her voice also thick with emotion, and Sara took three steps forward across the ballroom, taking Ava’s hands in her own.

“You can look, baby.” Sara said softly, and Ava’s eyes opened, widening when she took in what Sara was wearing. When their eyes connected again, there were tears on her lashes.

“You look so pretty. Are those trousers?”

Sara laughed and nodded, trying to keep her own tears at bay. “Yeah, um, the last wedding I went to was kind of invaded by Nazi superheroes, so I thought this would work for fighting.”

“You’re so practical. I'm not going to ask about the Nazis.” Ava sniffed, and Sara reached out to hold her hands.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” Sara said softly.

“You'll be there, won’t you? At the end, waiting for me?” Ava asked, almost shyly, and Sara nodded. All the Legends, even Spooner, had offered to walk her down the aisle when it had come out that Ava had no family to do it for her, but Ava had decided to walk alone.

Her only caveat - that Sara go first, so she could see who she was walking towards.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be there.” Sara said, and turned slightly at Behrad’s shout of “I’ve found them!”

“That's my cue.” Sara said, trying to shake the tears from her eyes, and Ava scrunched her brow.

“Found what?”

“I'll tell you afterwards baby. I'll see you later.”

“I wouldn't miss it.” Ava said softly, and Sara beamed at her, before turning to run back the other way, before anyone saw that they’d seen each other.

///

Sara stood in the eaves, looking out to the flower filled garden, guests seated and talking, enjoying the sun and the chance to see old friends.

If her nerves weren’t bad before -

“You ready, kid?”

The gruff voice of her dad came from just behind her, and Sara nodded, trying to hide her sweating palms.

“Yeah, I’m ready. I just -” She started, then her voice dropped slightly. “I wish Laurel was here. I’d never imagined that I'd be doing this without her.”

“She’d be so proud of you.” Quentin said softly, and Sara nodded, a wet laugh escaping her lips when she realized they were both crying.

Before Sara could reply, the familiar tune played on the violin swept over the garden, and the guests fell in a hush, and Sara accepted the handkerchief her dad offered to wipe her eyes.

Quentin held out his arm, and Sara looped hers through his, stepping out into the light.

///

It all seemed like a blur. Ava walked down the aisle, a vision in white, a nervous smile on her face, and Sara considered just booking it down the few feet of grass that separated them to hold her hand, but she stayed firm, and Ava reached her, handing her bouquet off to Mona, and Sara reached out then, threading their fingers together. Nate’s words about love and their relationship almost melted away as she stared into Ava’s eyes, and she would have missed the vows if it weren’t for Ava gently squeezing her hand.

“Sara - I -” Ava started, stopped, took a shaky breath, and Sara beamed at her, willing her on, and Ava swallowed. “I wrote this after you came to Purgatory to get me. I’d never imagined, up until that point, that anyone could ever love me enough to do something like that, bring me back from the precipice, but you did.” Ava paused, and smiled gently at her. “You’ve changed my life irrevocably, and always for the better. You’ve made me a better person, a more thoughtful person, you’ve helped me to find who I am – you've also helped me to lose both my job and my house, but we won’t dwell on that -”

Ava seemed almost surprised when the guests laughed, and Sara squeezed her hand.

“Every time I think I’ve figured you out, you do something that surprises me. I can’t imagine my life – my future - without you in it, and I want it, all of it, every crazy adventure and every not so crazy one, just – all of it, because, I know whatever it is, you’ll be there with me, and we’ll face it together.” Ava said, then took a breath. “I love you, Sara Lance. Always and forever.”

Sara stood, slightly open mouthed, and would have kissed her if that wasn’t the main event in a few minutes. “Your turn.” Ava said, soft and just for her, and Sara nodded, her heart suddenly beating a little faster. She dropped Ava’s hands, and pulled her notes out.

Another benefit of a jumpsuit – pockets.

“Well, I wrote these vows after you said we couldn’t elope and get married by Elvis -” Laughter rippled through the assembled crowd, and Sara felt her shoulders relax. “Ava - I don’t know what good I did in this life to deserve you. I’ve made mistakes, I’ve died, and I’ve lost my way so many times and I never thought I could find my way back, but with you – I know I can always find my way home.”

Ava smiled at her, tears on her cheeks, and Sara moved to hold her hand again.

“I love you. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know it’ll be okay, because you’ll be there with me. I’ll be here, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Ava nodded, beaming through her tears, and Nate pronounced them married, and Sara could finally kiss her, and the light came in, warm and true.

///

“If I’d known that Behrad was such a huge Celine Dion fan, I wouldn't have let him be the DJ.” Sara said, pressing herself closer to Ava to be heard over the music that was sounding through the ballroom. Ava laughed, the sound moving through her, and Sara held her wife a little tighter as they slow danced to Because You Loved Me. “You’d think a guy from 2042 would have better music taste.”

“This wouldn't be such a bad first dance.” Ava hummed, swaying gently. They'd tried to forgo as much formality as they could - speeches and a first dance included - but Sara had danced with her dad, and Ava had danced with him to in a move that made Sara cry for the tenth time that day.

“It’s sappy as hell.” Sara said, and Ava laughed again.

“You are sappy, you’ve cried so many times today.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten soft.” Sara said, eyebrows knitting together, until Ava pressed a kiss there.

“That’s not a bad thing.” Ava hummed, and they stood there, swaying gently. “Your vows were soft.”

“Yeah, and now all my family and friends know I have feelings.” Sara said with a dramatic sigh. “You’ve really ruined my reputation.”

Ava shrugged, before moving backwards to spin Sara before catching her again. “I rather like that you have feelings.” Ava said softly, once Sara was safe in her arms again, and Sara melted into it just as the last beat of the song played across the room.

The moment was ruined when Behrad yelled, and Bootylicious started to play across the radio. Sara burst out laughing to see Zari had taken up position next to the speakers.

“Actually, I change my mind, this is our first dance.” Ava said, and Sara just laughed as the rest of the guests started to pour onto the dancefloor.

#phoebe lifeblogs #legends of tomorrow #avalance #okay for the tags #behrad is a celine dion fan #and z2 loves destiny's child #i dont make the rules

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i-donot-forget · 3 years

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“Anger Control”

Eldarya New Era OS Erika x Lance NSFW

This is the first time I write NSFW, in this story there is no love because it is difficult for me to imagine a fairy tale scenario between the two of them, so this is my vision of their relationship, which has feelings but nothing is ideal.

warning, NSFW content under cut

Leaning against the wall next to the council door, I sighed as I moved my foot insistently, I had been waiting for almost an hour to talk to Huang Hua, I was not hiding my anger, so at least no one who saw the rage in my face dared to ask me anything, unconsciously each gesture and movement I made was louder than the previous one, hoping that someone would listen to me and deign to come out and see what the scandal was… Hopefully it's Huang Hua, I was ready to yell at her everything that I was no longer going to keep saving and that she surely deserved, a thousand fights and imaginary discussions in my head gave me victory, this time she was going to listen to me.

My heart raced when I heard someone heading to the door, my hands trembled a little but I wasn't going to waver, when it finally opened I was left with my protest stuck in my throat when I saw Lance. I blew all the air into my lungs in disappointment, while he shot me a questioning look and then checked that there was not a soul in sight.

- What are you doing? -

- I need to speak to Huang Hua as soon as possible. -

I couldn't help clenching my jaw when I said her name and my hard tone made my humor more than evident. Lance didn't take that suspicious look away from me for a few long seconds, like he was thinking about something in particular.

- Can you tell her I have to talk to her? -

His silence began to exasperate me, he just stood there looking at me like i was speaking in another language.

- Will you just stand there? Do not worry, I'll do. -

I reached out to grasp the doorknob, but Lance grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the alchemy room that was right next door. Accompanied only by an infinity of compounds, elixirs, potions, ingredients and utensils, now it was me who was looking at him insistently confused.

- What are you doing? -

I stood a few steps from the entrance as Lance walked slowly observing everything and nothing, he took a long sigh and finally spoke with his back to me.

- Yes... regarding talking to Huang Hua, I don't think this is the time, you should think about it a bit before doing so. -

- Sage advice, I don't remember asking for your opinion. -

I only saw him from behind but I knew very well that he had a mocking smile on his face, the tone of his voice so serious and slow from him was beginning to annoy me.

- I think you have to calm down first. -

Oh no… I knew that tone well, he turned to look at me and his blue eyes were fixed on me with such intensity that I slightly lost my composure, my breath trembled, all with one look. I swallowed involuntarily, it is best to get out of here before...

- No, I will go talk to Huang Hua. -

Determined, I turned my back on him but when I opened the door I was completely paralyzed when I felt him firm footsteps approaching me.

- No? Since when did you have the wherewithal to contradict me? I said, you have to calm down first. -

Sensing his presence behind me sent a chill down my spine, Lance put his right hand on the door next to my face, brushing my hair and closing the door slowly, without making a sound.

- W-we can't be here... Huang Chu... -

- Huang Chu and Ewelein went on a mission a few hours ago. -

With his left hand he surrounded me and locked the laboratory from the inside.

- If Huang Chu is not here, we cannot lock ourselves here ... -

- Nobody knows yet that she's not there. These are the advantages of being Chief... -

He whispered those words in my ear, his breath caressed my skin causing me to sigh, I still had my hand on the doorknob, I couldn't move or didn't really want to move. He put his right hand over mine, lacing our fingers over the knob and dragging it slowly across the surface until my arm was fully extended over my head. An exclamation of surprise escaped my lips when with a quick movement he did the same with my left arm, he had me immobilized between the door and his body. My hands trembled under his grip, my whole being shuddered and surrendered to his will. He pressed his mouth to my ear whispering so softly it seemed to purr making my skin crawl.

- Come on Erika… Are you already shaking? And I've barely put a finger on you... -

He held my wrists with one hand as he lowered the other, brushing my skin, my arms caressing my breasts and every sensitive corner of me that he already knew so well. How do we get to this point? In which I let Lance submit me to his will and pleasure, strange how this was the only way we had managed to channel all of our frustration and resentment in a less... dangerous way, how our heated arguments have turned into sneaky encounters. I used him to release my anger and he forgot his stormy past by sweating in my arms, but of course it was just sex. Suddenly all my senses exploded and they concentrated on his fingers sliding down my crotch, my body twisted, letting out a sigh of pleasure as the heat began to take over my interior, I shuddered with each slight movement and I could feel how he enjoyed having me like this... pushing myself further and further to the limit, I could barely control my ragged breathing which quickly turned into involuntary moans that Lance seemed to feed on.

- Shhhhh, you don't want someone to listen to you. -

He accelerated the pace of my torture forcing me to press my hips against his, he released my wrists only to immobilize me again holding my hands against my back, trapping me even more against the door, I turned my head despered for the air I needed to reach my climax and Lance caught my mouth with his sending a wave of pleasure through my body that finally made me come.

My legs were shaking and I could barely stand gasping for air, I felt Lance release me from his grip even though I couldn't recover, so I couldn't resist when he turned me around to face him, or when he got rid of the garments that prevented him from melting into me, he hugged my waist tightly before getting up and looking into my eyes as he slid inside me causing a cry of pleasure that echoed throughout the laboratory I clung to his neck and hugged him with my legs feeling his whole body tremble, he put his forehead on mine and his gaze turned me on, his dilated pupils reflect that lust that had become like a drug to me, he began to press my insides increasing his rhythm so fast that he had to kiss me otherwise all the HQ would have heard me, I felt his grip grow stronger and savage, his gasping breath stuck to my neck tempting me to take him to his limit, it was only enough my hands were scratching his back, my legs pressing desperately on his waist and my voice full of desire calling his name for him to come inside me giving me a moan so delicious that it could only be improved knowing that it was only for me... and because of me.

While I was fixing my clothes and catching my breath, I was thoughtful for a moment looking at his backs that just a few minutes ago I was scratching desperately.

- What are you thinking? -

- Not at all ... I was wondering what this means to you. -

- This? -

I thought I saw him exclaim amused, I looked at him insistently so that he realized that my question was serious.

- Yes, this, I want to know what you think. -

- Well… it is, a liberating exercise. -

- Exercise? So am I like a gym? -

- What is a gym? It doesn't matter, my point is that we have sex, we get along better or at least enough to be able to work together and we both have fun right? -

I looked at him for a few seconds, analyzing his words, he must have felt uncomfortable because he completely avoided my gaze as I scrutinized him.

- Yes of course. -

- Well then, see you tonight? -

He looked at me with a half smile and a raised eyebrow, I wanted to see if he could keep that calm.

- Hmm, I can't tonight, I have... another appointment. -

- Appointment? I didn't know you had... -

- It's nothing serious, it's just a drink. -

- You don't have to explain. -

- Well, see you then... -

I passed in front of him with a smile, which he normally returned to me but not this time, he was staring at the door, thoughtful and very serious, almost annoyed. He was jealous? No... how ridiculous. I laughed to myself before leaving the alchemy room.

That night I was going back to my room accompanied by Mathieu, he had been insisting that the two of us go have a drink together, and when I could not refuse anymore, I was surprised to spend such a pleasant evening, we had drunk and I had laughed until I gave no more , I had not realized how much I missed having a conversation with someone who understood all, or at least most of my references and being the two of us alone, Mat showed me a much less extravagant side and let me know him a little more. At the end of the night I plopped down on my bed, which added to the alcohol made my whole room spin, but suddenly everything came back to focus when I felt a violent knock on my door, I jumped in fright and couldn't even stand up when Lance broke into my room.

- What do you think you're doing!? You can't come into MY room like this! What if someone sees you? -

- Is that what worries you then that "someone" will see me? Or that Mathieu sees me? -

- You're spying on me? -

- No... I was returning to my room when I saw him...-

- So you’re jealous. -

- What!? No! But if you're going to be with someone else, I'd like you to tell me directly. -

- But what? I'm not "with" Mathieu, we just taked a drink and talked, nothing more. -

- I already told you that you owe me no explanation. -

- And still it's the second time in the day that I feel like you're asking me for... Lance I tried to be direct, I asked you what this meant to you ... and I feel like I have to ask again. Lance What do you want? -

The fury in his eyes faded, as if now he didn't dare to speak, he who has never minded or hesitated to say what he thought, now was cowering in front of me.

- And then? -

- I-I… Erika I, I just want to be able to spend the night with you, sleep next to you and be able to leave your room in the morning no matter who sees me. -

His words took me by surprise, totally unprepared, without my defenses and under the influence of alcohol ... very bad combination.

- What's stopping you? -

- You are the savior and I-

- You what?

He kept avoiding me, avoiding my eyes. What was it that was so difficult for him to tell me? I wouldn't let him go until he told me.

- It’s n-not easy ... -

His voice was so muffled that I couldn't hear more than a whisper.

- What? What did you say? -

- That it's not easy Erika ... that's what happens, it's not easy for me... besides, you never wanted anyone to know about us. -

- Let everyone know what? What do we have sex? Well, sorry for wanting to keep my personal life private, and is it really difficult for you? I killed you? Or is it the fact that you killed me that "complicates" you so much? For you? What the hell do you think is going through my head then Lance? Do you have any idea how many levels I feel that what we are doing is wrong? I think I should hate myself, I swore to hate you and kill you, but of course... for you it is difficult.-

- I killed you and in return you saved my life ... -

I watched him for any trace of sarcasm in his words, that it was a joke and he didn't really think that.

- That I save you? -

- You should have saved him and instead here I am trying to ... -

He laughed wryly without ending his phrase while the crossed feelings that all this provoked in me were throwing me out of control leading me to choose the worst words.

- I did not save you... and if I could have chosen, it would have been him always. I would ALWAYS have chosen Valkyon over you, without hesitation. -

I felt as if all my emotions were stuck in my throat painfully, it was so much that it hurt, I turned my back on him feeling that I would break at any moment but it couldn't be now, not in front of him. I rubbed my arms with my hands trying to comfort myself, I just wanted him to go away...

- I know… -

A whisper from beyond the grave escaped his lips before Lance left my room, the sound of the door echoed between the 4 walls and suddenly everything looked darker and colder, I better go to sleep tomorrow I have a mission

#eldarya #eldarya new era #eldarya fanfic #eldarya lance #eldarya erika #eldarya conversations #beemoov

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hungryflowers · 3 years

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Sensing Lamentation

Title: Sensing Lamentation

Rating: General Audience

Fandom/Continuity: Balan Wonderworld

Character Relationship(s): Leo Craig/Balan

Character(s): Leo, Balan, Past Character (Unnamed), Lance (Only Mentioned)

A/N: I’ve been in a funk for quite awhile, so I decided to do this to hopefully make me feel better. 2020 was a rough year and these last few days have torn out my soul. I want to write this as a small means of healing myself. Also, I’m a slight out of practice with my writing craft, so if any errors, I apologize.

Other: This isn’t a ship! Regardless of what the ‘Character Relationship’ part says, keep in mind that Leo is fifteen years old and Balan is potentially eldritch aged. He’s seen all sides of humanity, so he gets it. He’s not attracted to the boy, nor will I write him to be. Just putting that out there before y’all get to thinking that he a ‘cradle robber’ who lures in heartbroken kids.

He was more than content with sitting in the whist, luminescent room. Parchment on one end, tar-like ink on the other, the Maestro had made a day for himself to just... create. A tune swirled in his mind, the musings of the melody playing on repeat as he etched time out of his day to put it to paper. The endeavor was not a failed one, yet it hardly yielded the desired results. Feather to temple, Balan stretched his elongated back. Sunlight had eluded him in the short time he sat. Eyes glanced for the nearest time telling device in the room; eight forty-five. He had been at the same table, staying finicky over the same paper for the same tune for nearly four hours. Not a new reaction, yet he was normally more productive. Sighing, he adjusted his wide-brimmed top hat as he moved around to restock, stock, or keep tabs on anything necessary for anymore acts.

The little tims peeped and scuttle along, following the maestro as if he’d been a pied piper. Playful eyes shimmered with glee as he picked up the few that straddled his lanky legs. Placing them on a crate, he kept at his inventory. They still peeped and chimed, more frequent and annoyed.

“None of that...” A quiescent quip from the maestro had them calmed. It seemed that have to find another opportunity to have Balan’s attention.

In the after math of busying himself with caring for little things, the maestro had failed to notice, or hear the subtle steps of a child passing by. The shock of hearing another breathing individual was enough to make him pause. Standing to his full height Balan went around looking for the soul whom had trespassed without him acknowledgement. He was quite forthcoming with introductions or having someone speaking to him before departing. It was in good manner to appear respectful to those around you.

The steps he had neglected to hear before ventured up the stairs to the next floor. Which was quite odd, as only guests that Balan himself invited, or staff that convened there, were allowed upstairs. He had to rectify this immediately. Snooping was not tolerated under the maestro’s gaze. He kept his eyes on a sleeping chamber that was lit behind the sturdy mahogany door as he crept up the spiral staircase. On a normal day, he’d just float up and push open the door, however he still had enough respect to announce his presence before coming in.

Standing in front of the door, his hand went to jiggle the handle, only to stop at the softest sounds of what he knew as sorrow. Eyes widened, his hand came off the knob as if he had been burned by it. There was a little one... softly sobbing in the chambers. He fought against an unusual impulse to shove himself inside, yet the longer he listened, the harder it became to ignore. He reminded himself to adhere to the rules and guidelines he had made for himself and Lance: do not interfere unless the justification is absolute. For some unspoken reason he felt the need to disregard his rule this only time. And with that impactful instinct hammering into him, he gave in.

He knocked loud enough for the little soul to hear yet did not speak, waiting for someone to answer or reply. There was one solid minute without noise, the little one seeming to buck up after hearing the knock. When Balan knocked again, he earned a response, “Who is it? What do you want?”

Balan recognized the young man’s voice instantly. A shadow of sadness glazing his stare as he leant on the door a bit. What was making Leo so upset? Who could have caused such an unrest in the boy’s spirit?

“Leo... It’s Balan. May I come in?” He slid to his knees, in case the boy would open for him. After a moment, the heavy door slowly crept open, for Balan to view the young visitor’s face; that now appears wet from tears.

Instead of asking too many questions, Balan just slid a bit closer to Leo, arms stretched enough to reach but not touch. A simple gesture to show he’d be there for him.

Leo glanced at the gesture, measuring it to see what he’d want to do. His shoeless feet pawed the hardwood as he contemplated what he would do. He thought it would be best for the maestro to disregard the idea of comforting him. He’d remain a soldier fighting a battle on his own. Yet at the same time, he didn’t want that. And that juggle of care and carelessness caused more tears to well in his eyes before he opened his mouth. He barely caught a sniffle before he felt his feet leaving the floor. Blue eyes scanned his surroundings before he gauged that he was in Balan’s arms, embrace pulling him softly to his chest. Agony gripped the young boy as he sobbed into the maestro’s shoulder, tiny hands gripping him as if he’d disappear.

Balan remained on his knees as the boy broke down, sun-yellow eyes closing as he allowed him the ability to let go. To let it hurt... if only for a while. The boy continued to sob as he motioned to stand, going into the chambers as his hands patted Leo’s back, slowing going into his hair to bring him closer. That hymn, the song Balan could not put to sheet, or find the right words to, came back. Only this time, the humming bled into words,

“When there is light, a shadow appears the cause and effect, when life interferes the same rule applies to goodness and grief; for in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means,”

His little visitor opened his eyes in an attempt to look at Balan as he sang aloud. While he could see his smile, the wide brim of his hat obscured the rest of his face. He wanted to look at the maestro fully as he hummed the rest of the tune, rocking and hugging him as a mother would do for a babe.

The maestro himself continued to hum the melody while pressing in as close as allowed. Softening his grip, he brought the little one to look at him. And became overwhelmed with the glowing vision of the boy staring back at him. Trusting him in this way. Words were not required to be exchanged while the maestro strode slowly to the large bed to lay him down. While Leo calmed down, Balan brought a chair over to sit near the bed’s end.

“Leo, what troubles you little one? You can tell me. This place,” he moved his arms around the chambers, “is completely safe. Nothing leaves here. Your sacred words are for my ears only. Words that I will keep close to me. I promise.” He placed his immense hand on Leo’s shoulder as the boy relaxed into it. Taking a breath, he soothed over his raked nerves while he thought of the right thing to say. His chest appeared tighter than normal, fingers lacing together and fidgeting. In spite of his bravery to show his emotions to Balan, he still felt like a wounded, stubborn soldier; unable to admit that his wounds were draining him. His eyes strewn about the room instead of interacting with the tall, lanky figure.

Balan did nothing to prompt the boy to say anything quickly. No means to force him to confess to what was ailing him in this way without volition. So he waited. Patient and understanding. He’d talk when it is time. He watched him take a few short breaths then they locked eyes once more. The fragility was nearly enough to break the maestro’s heart.

“I...I was just really upset about someone I used to know. We were real close. I loved them... they were like a sibling to me,” Leo sniffled as he pulled his hair back, “But then I said something wrong... and so did they. And then we never saw each other again. I didn’t... mean what I said, but I-I was just so-”

“Angry,” Balan stated, “You lashed out at them and now you’re feeling extreme guilt for it.”

“I guess I’m madder at myself because I left without giving them a reason, but what could I say?,” The young teen looked at the bed sheets as he rubbed his nose, “Have you ever been in my situation before?” Leo inquired after a second of thought.

Balan blinked rapidly, the small smile he kept fading in surprise. It was an emboldened inquiry. Aureate eyes slid closed, reminiscing to the time he and Lance fell out. Harshly. Only, it was not Balan who attacked with scathing words. Nothing more could be said between as the maestro departed from the other with bolide of tears streaking the cosmos in his wake. Lance never created the courage to apologize for those words, no matter how many times Balan imagined that he would. It came as an acceptance of bad pride on both ends that kept the healing away from the two of them. Even if Balan was no longer in need of the healing. The words were said, there could be nothing in Wonderworld or in the actual world to change that.

“Yes... but it was at a time I no longer remember.” Balan did not meet Leo’s eyes this time. His words were satisfying enough for Leo but he knew there was more to the story.

“All I want to do is say sorry. But it’s too late.” The young boy put his head in his hands, a miserable whimper coming forth.

“Maybe... maybe not. Leo, I may not be able to give the proper answer about how you can ask for your friend’s forgiveness. However, I do know how you can forgive yourself. And that is to accept that friends can genuinely drift apart. Something in the relationship fissures and causes both of you to turn away from each other. You can accept the blame, Leo. That’s okay. But you shouldn’t be hurting yourself with that blame.” Balan’s gloved hand pressed to Leo’s cheek, making the teen look at him. The way that Balan smiled made Leo’s lip curl in sweet smile as well.

“Thank you... so much. I really needed to hear that. I just felt like it was all my fault.” He pressed himself into the gloved hand, warmth radiating off the limb.

“You’re most welcome, little one. And know that I’m here for you. With any insecurity, I’ll help you in the best way I can,” His head pressed to Leo’s, well not quite. The large hat obscuring leant on the boy’s forehead, which felt annoying for the point he was attempting to make. He half sighed and laughed before standing out of the chair.

“One thing. Remember when I said that sacred secrets do not leave this space?”Balan’s tone hinted at something yet Leo couldn’t find what about it, so instead he stiffly nodded, “Okay good. Because I have a very sacred secret to show you. Only you.” He cooed as his hands went to his hat, the article of fabric coming off his face and head with a slow tug. With a shake, jade colored dreads fell free, his gloved hands fluffing them as he pushed a threaded dread away from his forehead.

“There we go,” He stated mutely as he put the hat on a vanity in the corner, moving to sit back down in front of the awestruck child, “Yes I know. I’m so funny looking.” He grinned cheerily before setting his hands atop the bedsheets.

“No you’re not...”, Leo scooted closer to Balan, the maestro still grinning happily as he did, “You look so beautiful.” The teen breathed whimsically, as if entranced by the sight of him.

The grin was pulled off Balan’s face so quick, Leo felt as if he had offended him. Golden eyes flickering like candlelight in the lucent, yet dark room. For a fraction of a second, the world spun. He could see stars on the brim of his vision. After a great upheaval of air from his lungs, Balan came back.

“Beautiful...? No one’s ever called me that before.” He chuckled sheepishly as he smoothed over his dreads.

“But can I call you beautiful?” Leo became a bit shy, the poor boy looked as if he did something wrong.

“If that helps, then yes. You are more than welcome to call me ‘beautiful’, little one.” The maestro bowed in the chair gracefully. He smiled genuinely while he pulled little Leo in for a hug, the teen leaning into him as he pressed into his shoulder. As they parted, Balan found his moment to press his forehead against Leo’s. Their contact was electric, stunning but completely welcomed as Balan breathed him in softly. Leo reciprocated the gesture, his small hands wrapping around the maestro’s neck affectionately. Oceanic, hope-filled orbs blended with the sunset gold ones in perfection. They stayed like such for a while, neither coming up with any words to justify this moment between them had. When they had to pull apart, Balan was the one who leant forward, as if not wanting the contact to come to an end.

He gets up, still holding the teen, to lay him down on the large bed. Leo relaxes in the maestro’s embrace as he buries his face into his neck. Balan didn’t stop the sweet, light-hearted laugh that bubbled forth as he encompasses the boy, swaddling him in the warmth of his body. They exchange a final look before Leo yawns softly. His eyes, previously stricken with tears of grief, now sparkle with ebullience and peace.

The remainder of the night was of Balan holding the little one as if he were the only thing in the world, his world, to think of at that moment. Surrounded by a jubilant contentment, he lain himself bare in front of this particular visitor for the first time in ages. So long as it was with Leo, he’d do it again.

Over and over again.

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Sir Reynard and the Red Knight

(aka 'The Tournament')

special notes:

the vibe i chose for this imaginary fair/holiday is a mashup of pieces from medieval christmas and new year's eve celebrations. ofc as I mentioned before most of those were Christianity-based, but some of them had a distintly pre-Christian Anglo-Saxon pagan flavor. now my source material here is from 1827, but the author makes sure to let us know which traditions (he thinks) are older than Christianity. the book (books actually, there's 3 of them total) itself is also kind of a fun read, it's sort of a combo of an almanac/calendar/reference guide/gossip column.

a n y w a y, so, specifically i want to mention (b/c i stole them for this story and i don't want to do that without letting ppl know these are or were real traditions that real people observed) serving a boars' head on christmas day (Essex, England, observed "from time immemorial"), the wassail bowl/toast (a new year custom very definitely from before Christianity and apparently present in various parts of Europe altho I don't have the specific expertise to explain why), and an interesting/weird/gruesome Christmas parade (Kent) which the book describes: "A party of young people procure the head of a dead horse, which is affixed to a pole about four feet in length, a string is tied to the lower jaw, a horse cloth is then attached to the whole, under which one of the party gets, and by frequently pulling the string keeps up a loud snapping noise." This is called a Hodening and whether or not ppl still do it I don't know but, uh, i hope so b/c awesome.

also theres only 1 chapter left if u stuck with it this whole time or, idk, it's 2024 and u read the whole thing at once thanks for bothering love u

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“Yes, hello,” Gascon said, pretending not to notice Meve’s displeasure. “Good afternoon, ladies,” he added, as the Baroness and Giselle turned to look curiously down at where he stood in the shadows. The Baroness frowned and pursed her lips judiciously; Giselle considered him and glanced uncertainly at the older women.

“Anyway,” he continued, an edge of urgency buried in his easy tone, “Do you have a minute to spare?”

“No,” the Queen said stiffly, turning back toward the empty lists. “I’m busy; whatever it is will have to wait until later.”

“Oh,” he replied, growing very faintly annoyed, “Because it’s about that thing you wanted last night; just thought you’d be interested t’ know I’ve done it.”

She hesitated, ignoring the Baroness’s raised eyebrow and Giselle’s uncomfortable confusion, struggled momentarily between curiosity and base pettiness, and finally said, “Yes, fine; I have a few minutes, I suppose.”

“Fifteen minutes,” the Baroness said, pointedly.

“No time to waste, then,” said Gascon; he winked at Giselle, who took her cue from the Baroness and frowned disapprovingly back at him, and they hurried off.

“So, what is it, then?” Meve asked bluntly, as they turned into the town’s streets at a rapid stroll. “I assume you’ve caught the saboteur, else you wouldn’t have bothered me.”

“Well, I caught Gaheris; he may be the saboteur, or may not,” Gascon said, disregarding her tone. “Gaspar thinks he is, though, and he’s th’ only one who saw th’ intruder close up last night, so odds are good he’s your man.”

“Really?” She abandoned her moodiness in favor of mild surprise, and then asked, “When did this happen?”

“Oh, only about an hour ago. Less, even. Seemed like there was no real need for a public scene, so I just had him snatched off the street and, you know - stashed somewhere convenient,” Gascon explained, leading the way down an alley and into a butcher. The owner nodded and smiled to him as he passed through the door and headed toward the back, spotted the Queen, and instantly looked away at nothing in particular. Pug and Gaspar waited in the yard behind the shop, standing guard over a man with a bag on his head and a bandage around his left ankle. Gascon nodded at Pug and she yanked the bag away; Gaheris squinted in the light and surveyed his surroundings - two large, brightly interested pigs in a pen, his sinister pair of captors, and, finally, Meve and Gascon. He sighed.

“Got ‘im in one piece, as you wanted,” Pug announced in her gruff voice; a dubious claim, as Gaheris had a black eye and a split lip, but Gascon nodded approvingly and jerked his thumb over his shoulder, toward the shop.

“Wait inside for a bit,” he said; Pug and Gaspar departed, leaving their captive to his deserved fate.

“Now, sir,” Meve said briskly to Gaheris; if she had any doubts about his culpability, she kept them firmly to herself. “Let’s not waste time with falsehoods or denials.”

“No,” he said, resignedly, “Doesn’t seem to be much point in trying.”

“Quite. So, explain what it is you’ve been up to, then.”

“Start with last night,” Gascon added, as the squire took a few too many seconds to think it over. “Hurry up.”

“Ah, well. I was trying to get hold of a piece of equipment I knew was among Sir Odo’s things in the barn,” he said. “The girth from a saddle.”

“Continue,” the Queen said, as he paused, clearly thinking the question answered.

“Well, obviously I didn’t get it, since that - that thug sliced my ankle t’ the bone when I tried. Seems the girth held up, though, regardless, through today; probably because Sir Odo don’t take many hits, luckily for him.”

“No, it’s because I found it last night and changed it out for a new one,” Gascon said, angrily. “You’re the one who cut it, are you?”

Gaheris nodded.

“I knew it,” the Duke muttered; Meve waved his self-congratulatory comment away, scowling.

“When did you do it?”

“Oh, a month ago, or more,” he said. “Just before the duel against Sir Holt.”

“Why?”

He blinked at the question and said, as if it was obvious, “Because Sir Holt told me to, in hopes he’d win.”

“You did a bad job, then,” Gascon snapped; Gaheris looked mildly offended.

“No,” he said. “No, I didn’t. The girth held, did it not? Sir Odo won - or, well he could have, if he’d wanted to.”

He looked at his interrogators’ baffled stares, and then explained, patiently, “Look - I cut through the leather, left just enough to hold a strain for a good while, glued it so it’d look like nothing, and told Holt I’d done what he wanted. Simple. I just didn’t have the chance to get it back, after the fight; too many people hanging around who might’ve seen me. If I had done, nobody would have been the wiser.”

Meve stared at him, torn between confusion and anger, opened her mouth, and closed it again as an echo of distant horns bounced off the buildings.

“Damn,” she said. “I have to go. Gascon, find Sir Holt.”

“What should I do with him?” he asked, as she turned to leave; she hesitated, considered her options, and came to a hasty decision.

“Just keep tabs on him, don’t let him leave town, and - and we’ll sort this mess out, later.”

“You’ll find him in the tavern, no doubt,” Gaheris said wearily to Gascon, as she quickly departed.

She nearly ran back through the streets, but she was still late; she returned to the lists to find the Baroness had started the final round without her. However, she she was in time to see Nolda avoid an immediate defeat by the same method she had used on Sir Eres, but Reynard survived her trick, when his fellow knight hadn’t. She nodded in satisfaction at the display.

“Your man is a quick study, as he’s always been,” said the Baroness, as if Meve had never been away. The next pass involved no deceptions from either side, nor any displays of brilliance; Nolda blocked an ordinary sort of attack on her shield, and never touched Sir Odo.

“He’s testing the waters,” Meve said, slightly bored with her favorite’s typically cautious tactics. “How long have they been at it?”

“You only missed one pass; the foreigner’s better at this than I expected.”

“She’s tricky,” Giselle noted, appreciatively. “What’s the Count doing, there?”

There was a short pause; Meve glanced downfield and answered, “Oh, he wants a different lance, I imagine.”

The delay took a full half minute, due to some confusion on Ethan’s part; the Baroness mumbled a displeased remark about the squire’s ineptitude, and then the combat began again.

“He wants to make up for Nolda’s left-handedness,” the Baroness explained, louder, “That’s what the long spear is for. Most people don’t learn to fight the way she does -”

She broke off; Reynard’s change of weapon had answered, and he had dealt a strike that had nearly unseated his opponent; she managed to stay in the saddle by luck or skill and they lined up again.

“He has her figured out; this’ll be th’ end of it,” said Meve. The Baroness nodded agreement. Giselle looked unconvinced, but, in the end, Reynard landed a direct attack to his opponent’s helm and Nolda crashed to earth at long last.

“A devilishly difficult play,” the Baroness said, in the silence that followed. “Dangerous, too.”

Reynard had turned to look behind himself, before his horse had even reached the end of the barricade; Nolda lay still on the ground for a few moments, and then, as her husband vaulted the fence and came running toward her, stirred and sat up. She waved an irritated hand at Bohault and Reynard, who had trotted back and dropped from his horse as soon as he was rid of his lance, but neither paid attention to her gestures or her repeated insistence that she was perfectly fine. The crowd’s general din returned, drowning out their conversation; Meve breathed a relieved sigh and reluctantly turned her thoughts back to Gaheris and Sir Holt, and then - she frowned slightly - Gascon’s mysterious absence during the day.

“Pity you can’t make her a knight,” Giselle said, of Nolda, interrupting her consideration; Meve’s frown grew thoughtful.

“A knight,” she repeated to herself, under her breath, watching the muddle on the field break up - Reynard back to his horse, Bohault and Nolda to hers - a vague connection, or suspicion, growing in the back of her mind. She turned abruptly to the Baroness, interrupted an ongoing reminisce on the handful of times she’d seen another knight employ a tactic similar to Reynard’s winning strike, and said, “Listen, Hilde - the black knight; do you know who he is?”

The Baroness hesitated, slightly confused, and replied, choosing her words carefully, “I believe so, but - wasn’t that what you and the Duke spoke about?”

“No,” the Queen said, disgruntled. “No, it wasn’t.”

“Ah,” she said, looking away toward the approaching victors, “Well, perhaps you should. Count Odo, congratulations on another victory; well fought, Nolda. My lord, you’ve won quite a fine horse, I believe, and you, madam, a sword. They’ll be bringing them along shortly.”

Any personal urgency she felt to finally sort out her ongoing affairs was wasted; the prizes took very little time to hand out, but a number of unrelated problems were brought to her individual attention as soon as the victors rode away. She sent Giselle back to her tavern with genuine gratitude for her service, dealt out various solutions, and then at last she and the Baroness set off toward the castle. The streets of the city were packed, twilight was setting in, and there was no way to hurry their progress no matter how their guard tried. A wagon that had lost a wheel blocked the way, first, and then a succession of other disruptions: a traveling comedic play about a sorcerer and some maidens, some cows wandering loose in the street, a troupe of drunken minstrels playing festive tunes, a strange procession led by a solemn youth holding a freshly cut horse’s head mounted on a pole as a banner, a group of offended clerics in its wake, handcarts selling buns and ale, and, finally, on the bridge over the castle moat, an armored knight still on his charger, who would not be shifted by man or beast until Meve stepped out of the torchlit crowd and threatened to remove him herself.

Then there was yet another feast, this time held in the hall and attended by more of the usual crowd - but, of course, with the horde of knights and sundry that had participated in the jousts, somewhat more of them than normal. There were the typical, expected customs - a boar’s head served, bowls of spiced ale passed around, a number of favors and pardons bestowed, gifts received (and given; Count Odo, for one, courteously gave the warhorse he’d won earlier in the day to Nolda, who accepted it in a fiercely embarrassed but otherwise gracious fashion) - and various other ancient rituals observed.

“I would’ve asked if you thought giving her the horse was a good idea,” Reynard said privately to the Queen, during the Mayor’s inevitable remarks, “But I didn’t catch you in time. If I’m honest it’s less a gift and more a bribe, of a sort; Ethan’s left-handed, same as her, and I thought it might make it easier to convince her to teach him.”

“There were some delays getting back,” she replied, also in an undertone, her eyes resolutely fixed on the speaker as he recited a hopeful list of future developments for the upcoming year. “This whole afternoon’s been nothing but delays, in fact.”

“I’ll tell you about it later,” she added, quickly, as the speech ended, aimed a quick but pointed glance at the distant Gascon, who immediately slipped out a side door, and then dismissed the court in the exact words she’d recited for ten years, and, before her, her late husband, and his father, and their distant grandfathers, for all of remembered history.

Finally getting rid of her guests took much longer than the traditional close to the winter solstice did. As a result, it was past midnight before she made the solitary climb up the stairs to her office, looking forward to finally having a quiet minute to think. However, Reynard and Gascon - and Gaheris - were within, despite the late hour; the squire stopped in the middle of a sentence and all three men automatically turned her way when she stepped through the door. She waved an impatient hand at him to continue and leaned against her own desk, hiding her weariness behind a cold stare. Gaheris returned to repeating his confession; Reynard listened in silence, his expression drifting subtly between offense and genuine confusion. At the end, he frowned and asked, “You - pretended to sabotage my equipment? Why? Why not do it properly, I mean?”

The squire shrugged.

“It’s - listen; before I go on, you should know Holt’s an ass, and a stubborn one at that. Yes, I see you’ve all noticed. Well, I couldn’t dissuade him when th’ idea came into his fool head, but I’d no wish t’ see him win a fight by such a trick, against such an obviously superior opponent. It’s not right, and, also, would be easily seen through. What I did seemed the simplest solution.”

“You could have refused,” Reynard pointed out; Gaheris smiled pityingly at him and shook his head. His response drew an exasperated comment from Meve.

“You could have done nothing at all, and told him otherwise.”

He frowned, again mildly offended.

“I’m no liar,” he said. “If I can find any other solution, I mean. They say a half-truth’s better than a lie, don’t they?”

Reynard blinked, considered, and then shook his head. Gascon shrugged his shoulders, grudgingly.

“You’re clearly a capable man,” Meve said. “Why do you serve someone you know isn’t?”

Gaheris shook his head again, helplessly.

“Holt’s always been like this,” he explained, “Ever since he was a boy. He’s a decent fighter, but he’s too competitive for his own good, and he’s still not learned t’ pick his battles. However, he is my little brother - well, half-brother; my mother married Sir Ulrich after my father died. He was a stonemason,” he explained, seeing the Queen raise a questioning eyebrow, a gleam of challenge in his dark eyes. “His name was Gors.”

When she failed to react to his admission, he continued:

“Anyway, she wanted me t’ look after Holt, best I can. He isn’t a bad person, really, he just -”

He shrugged.

“He can’t help how he is, when he’s in a mood, and when he isn’t he’s not the worst of men, or the worst of nobles, for that matter. He’s never struck a knight who’s yielded, for one, and he’s not one to steal or run villainous among th’ yeomen. And, he’s all the family I got left,” he finally finished. Meve nodded and said nothing for a long moment; she noticed that he couldn’t have been any older than herself, but he briefly appeared gray and worn down. She was, to her mild irritation, somewhat sympathetic to his troubles. Gascon glanced from her icy frown to Gaheris’s tired stare, curiously. Reynard watched her carefully.

“Keep him under guard,” she said to Gascon. “I’m not sure what to do with him or his brother, just yet. Wait - leave him on the landing; the guards there will look after him for the moment. I’ve another matter to discuss, before you go.”

“He’s the black knight,” she said to Reynard, as Gascon stepped back in without his captive. “Did you know?”

“No, of course not,” the Count said, frowning slightly. “Although, in truth, th’ idea has crossed my mind, but I found it - unlikely.”

Gascon hesitated, then shrugged, grinned broadly, and said, “You caught me at last, m’lady; how’d you figure it?”

“The Baroness it was that discovered you, not me,” Meve said, crossing her arms stubbornly; she attempted to appear angry, but in the end managed only mild, slightly amused, annoyance. “Also, she appears to have found me out, as well, incidentally. In fact, there seems to be very little she doesn’t know.”

“She’s uncommonly sharp, no doubt about it,” Gascon agreed, readily.

“So,” she continued, “Is there anything at all to be gained by asking you what you were doing, today?”

“Won’t tell you unless you first promise not t’ bite my head off,” he said promptly.

“Yes, very well, as it’s the solstice, but don’t expect any more favors from me before the summer, at earliest. I mean it, Gascon.”

Reynard sat down, shaking his head at them; Gascon nodded and said, “Fair’s fair. Well, then, it’s a short tale: I won that fight against Sir Holt, then I saw Gaheris come limping ‘round to scrape him up off the turf, and it all came together clear as mud, so I decided it was time t’ stop playing at knights for the day and do some real work.”

“You could have appeared in the joust as yourself,” Reynard remarked, almost idly, “And not as -”

“As me,” Meve interrupted, a hint of her previous ire returning.

“Yes, well - the black knight’s more interesting than I am,” he explained, with a broad shrug. “People have heard of his prowess, or what have you; the dangerous reputation’s an advantage, of sorts.”

“Yes, we’ve heard, in fact,” Meve said, coldly. “Slew a werewolf, did you?”

“Sure did,” Gascon replied. “Or, I helped, anyhow. There was a witcher involved. Like Gaheris said: half a truth’s better than a lie, so I let the former take precedence.”

“That’s not the saying, as you know perfectly well. It’s worse,” Reynard said, rolling his eyes. “Half a truth is worse than a lie.”

Gascon shrugged at him, grinning slightly. Meve interrupted their tangent, impatiently.

“And you killed a dragon, they say?”

“Not I,” the Duke said, quickly, eyeing the Queen’s scowl. “Th’ only dragonslayer here is yourself - although, I did kill a pretty big snake in a roadside inn. The landlady was most impressed. So was some minstrel who happened t’ be around, it appears; he has, uh, embellished th’ incident, somewhat.”

“Yes, that much is obvious,” Reynard noted, “But how’d he know it was the black knight who did the deed and not merely one Gascon Brossard?”

At last, Gascon turned uncomfortably self-conscious and clammed up; Meve watched him squirm for a long moment and decided, after a glance at the amused gleam in Reynard’s eye, to not to press the issue further.

“And you gave poor Sir Orlac a dunking,” she remarked, finally; Gascon looked relieved and seized on the change in subject.

“Yes, that story’s true,” he admitted. “He’s not a bad fighter, at all, thought he don’t seem to enjoy it much. It took some convincing t’ even get him to go against me, actually, but it was worth the time, in th’ end, to get th’ extra practice.”

“You have improved, somewhat,” Reynard observed, casually. He shot a quick look at Meve; she spotted it and broke off her intended response, frowning. Gascon either missed or ignored their exchange and said, brightly, “Why thank you, sir.”

“Although,” the knight continued, “It remains to be seen if you can beat me just yet; Meve, of course, has already unhorsed you once, so no there’s burning question to be answered on that account.”

“By a trick,” Gascon said, and then, as Reynard shrugged unconcernedly, added, “Look, I only really wanted t’ fight Sir Holt and beat him, again, to prove I could, like. I had no notion of much else.”

“Yes, very likely,” Meve muttered, rolling her eyes; Reynard continued, despite her:

“Not afraid to lose, are you?”

“Of course not; it happens all the time,” Gascon said, mildly indignant.

“Well, then, tomorrow, if you’ve no other plans, let’s see how good you’ve really become, shall we? Without your intimidating disguise, I mean.”

“Well, all right,” the Duke said, doubtfully, clearly wary about what exactly he was agreeing to. “I suppose I’m not busy, but - “

“Good. I’ll see you first thing in the morning, then,” Reynard said, a suggestion of finality in his voice; Gascon still looked uncertain, but nodded and then made a tactical retreat to “see to those other matters.”

“What the devil are you at, Reynard?” Meve asked, the instant he was gone. He stood up, strode across the room with a self-satisfied smile, and wrapped his arms around her.

“You’ve had a long day,” he said, “Let me worry about it.”

“Ugh. Fine, then; do what you want,” she said, ingraciously, leaned her forehead against his chest, and continued with a muffled sigh, “What do you think I should do with Holt? I can’t very well banish him for trying to cheat in a duel, much as I’d like to - he is the sole legal heir to Sir Ulrich, who has been a relatively loyal supporter of the crown - nor can I demote him, since he isn’t one of my own knights.”

“Just ban him from your tournaments, and the rest of the realm will follow,” he said, as if it was obvious, “It’s the worst thing that could happen to a young knight.”

“You’d know better than I,” she remarked, unfolded her arms, slid them around his waist, and added, “What about Gaheris?”

“I don’t know,” Reynard said, “He’s not so easy to deal with.”

“The trouble is,” Meve said, darkly, “- the trouble is that, in his circumstances, he’s done nothing worse than you or I have in the past, which makes me feel something of a hypocrite if I consider having him arrested for treason - as I certainly could, given your indispensable position and high rank.”

“Yes, a - a similar thought crossed my own mind, to be honest.”

“Well, it’s true,” she said, raising her head and frowning up at him. “Isn’t it? Reginald -”

“He wasn’t quite so bad as Holt.”

“Because he was older, and the King, and no other reason. Well, and he had you around to clean up after his worst decisions. And, his sons - my sons - are the same, or worse, than Sir Holt. Or were, I mean. Anseis certainly is, in any case.”

“Perhaps,” Reynard said, thoughtfully, “There’s no need to do anything to Gaheris, at all.”

“As you’re th’ one he wronged, in th’ end I think what happens to him should really be your decision,” Meve said, shrugging.

“Well, then, speaking from experience, the man’s trials in keeping control of his brother are worse than anything you might think up.”

“Yes, I know what you mean. I’ve no wish to see him hang or rot in prison, but banishment would be no curse to him, and we’d have to contend with Holt still, regardless, but without a convenient manager. What a waste; were he noble-born, I’d have some use for a man of his talents, and I could more easily secure his future loyalty. A shame, to have Holt be th’ one who inherits old Ulrich’s lands and titles, and Gaheris remain a squire still.”

“I agree,” Reynard said. “However, that problem only you can solve.”

She looked into his eyes, thoughtfully, and nodded.

#witcher #thronebreaker #fanfic #action #sports #romance

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queenofgotham800 · 4 years

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Could you do a victor x reader where she is his wife and gets kidnapped by Harley and the birds of prey ?

Kidnappin

(Victor Zsasz x Reader)

Warnings: Gramatical Errors, Swearing, Kidnapping, Fighting, Mentions of Death

Summary: One day, when your husband Victor came from his work, you weren't home. Birds of prey and Harley Quinn kidnapped you and Victor is running to save you.

(A/n): I'm sorry this took me so long to write. I hope you will enjoy this 💚

"Hey babe, I'm home!" Victor shouted through your shared little apartment. He put his keys on shelf and went to empty living room.

"Babe?" Victor shouted your name, looking for you everywhere. You usually answered.. Something was wrong and Victor knew it.

"(Y/n) this is not funny, where are you?" he knocked even at the bathroom, but nobody answered.

Maybe you were shopping.. Victor thought and checked his phone. He typed your number fastly, his hands were shaking in fear. What if something happened to you?

"C'mon... Pick it up.." Victor mumbled and heard familiar beeping in bedroom. You would never leave your phone home, you always carried it with yourself anywhere.

Apartment looked untouched, so it wasn't robbery.

Victor knew that this was not a good sign and he decided to go to Black Mask club, to ask for some useful informations.

Entering his workplace, he still thought about you. Worrying every second, he walked furiously through the club, to the last couch on which was sitting Roman Sionis.

"Boss, have you seen (Y/n) recently?" Victor asked Roman, who was surrounded by his guests. He seemed to be comfrontable about them sitting so close to him. Victor couldn't imagine that, he wasn't much of an social person.

"Ehm.. No?" said Roman.

"Wait Victor, what happened?" Roman managed to shake off from him two girls and ran to Victor.

"It's just.. (Y/n) is gone. I have no idea where is she. Everything in our apartment was untouched and she left her phone home. Boss, I have no idea where is she now. She could be.." Victor couldn't find the right words. He couldn't say it, becouse you were surely somewhere safe and alright. At least he wanted to believe in that.

"Oh, she is alright. She probably went outside for a walk," Roman took a drink from the table, "Just a moment ladies," he winked at them and Victor rolled his eyes, "Boss, she left home her phone and also her keys."

"Maybe she.." Roman started but Victor, first time in his life interrupted him, "She is in danger."

Roman didn't liked you much and he was not amused by the fact that he has to help Victor with looking for you. It was just pure jealousy, becouse Victor used to spend more time with Roman when you weren't Victor's wife back then.

"So what should I do with that? Maybe she left you, did you though about that?" Roman yelled at Victor.

"I have no idea, maybe call your goons for help with seraching," mumbled Victor. He couldn't believe what did just Roman said.

"She wouldn't leave me," he said and Roman, who was already leaving turned at him with raised eyebrows.

"Well, you never know.." Roman sang quietly and went back to his guests.

Victor just stood there in disbelief. You were his wife. You meant everything for him.

With little hopes that you are still alright.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Gotham City

You woke up in collorful place, tied with fluffy pink handcuffs, sitting on very uncomfrontable iron chair.

"What the Fuck?" you sweared, moving with hands up and down.

Your last memories were at the weird post woman, who brought you the box, which you didn't ordered. At first you thought that maybe Victor ordered something and then... Nothing...

"Okay, but we have to be extra careful with this one," somebody said from behind the door, which lead to the next room.

"Okay.. So 3..2..2 and half.."

"Damn! Harley, just open the freaking doors already," another voice said and doors opened.

Harley Quinn and Birds of prey entered the room.

"No, no Cass, you will stay outside," Harley said and closed the doors, leaving someone behind.

"What is this circus?" you asked 4 ladies, who were standing with all of their confidence before you.

"We wanted to.. Set you free," said Harley and others looked on her in disagreement.

"So, you are going to kill me?" you asked, scared about your life. What if you never see Victor again?

"No! No! I'm sorry, I didn't meaned it like that," Harley facepalmed and made a funny expresion.

"We freed you from that motherfucker," Renee Montoya came to you, checking the handcuffs which were hurting your wrists.

"What? No, I'm alright!" you laughed and looked on girls. Harley was surprised, but kind of confused. Renee looked annoyed, The huntress was not impressed by your answer and Dinah Lance was totally angry.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous is that man. He killed my...Ugh.." Helena kicked off the table in anger, meanwhile Dinah was handling her anger very well.

"Well, I am sorry but I have nothing to do with it. Can I go home?" you asked, looking on Harley, who tried to calm down Helena from broking another stuff from the weird room.

"Why does this room look like a circus? I mean.. It's filled with clowns too..." you smirked, "He will come for me and you know that. He will turn every building and every stone in Gotham untill he doesn't find me."

"Ohh..Wanna bet?" Dinah lifted her eyebrows and you accepted the bet straight away with wide grin, "Yes."

"Please don't insult this pretty place, I build it," Harley laughed and fixed the table, which was laying on ground. You rolled your eyes and tapped with feet.

"Are you nervous?" Dinah asked.

"Oh.. We have here master detective. How could you deduced this thing mrs. Lance?" you smiled and then looked over to Montoya, "No offence, Renee. I have to tell you, you are the most sane of them all."

Renee tightened the handcuffs, which were now literally cutting in your flash.

"Ouch, am I hostage or what?" you asked.

"Well, we thought you need to save, but it turnes out you enjoy being with your terrible husband!" yelled Helena and you smirked, letting out little laugh.

"Yes, I enjoy being with my terrible husband! Do you have some problems with that?" you yelled back.

She made few steps closer to you, ready to hit you, but Dinah stopped her.

"Go out, I want to speak with her in private," Dinah said and on big surprise ladies left, leaving you with her alone. She dragged a chair closer to you.

"What happened to you (Y/n)?" Dinah asked you, slowly touching your cheek. You used to be friends, but then you met Victor.

"I met Victor and you didn't aproved our relationship. I see that it still didn't changed and you are still not aproving our relationship. I bet this operation, this kidnapping was your idea," you would point at her if you weren't handcuffed.

"No (Y/n). But I was right! He changed you! So much!" Dinah pulled away from you.

"You changed also. You left the club.. Betrayed Roman Sionis. Not like I like that guy, but it's Victor's boss, so in some way you betrayed Victor too and who betrays Victor, betrays me," you said, looking in her eyes. She was without words. Dinah just got up from her chair and left with shutting the doors loudly.

Victor exited the club after finding no help there. He found nothing helpfull. Where could you be?

He decided to go back to your apartment to look for clues. He couldn't call police, becouse this was clearly out of their division. They wouldn't help him, they would either arrest or shoot him in place and that wouldn't help you.

When Victor opened doors, he noticed weird note laying on ground. How it's possible that he didn't noticed before?

There was written on a pink paper:

Say bye to your wife (Y/n), she is with us now.

Nobody was signed, but due to pink collor and font, it was obvious who kiddnaped you.

You were waiting in the weird room for Victor. Since Dinah left, your head was flooded with thoughts. Where is Victor? Is he looking for you?

Your heartbeat fastened when somebody opened doors. But it was just Harley Quinn.

"What?" you yelled at her. She sat on couch, with pile of collorfull clothes.

"We kidnapped you, so you would be away from him," she said.

"But I don't want to be away from my husband. I love him!"

Harley examinated your face and continued, "And he? Does Victor truly love you?"

"Of course he does. I wouldn't be his wife otherwise. I would be dead," you smirked and Harley frowned.

"I brought you some clothes, if you really wanted to join us," Harley pointed at big pile.

"So.. You think I change my husband for your super sassy awesome colorful clothes, which I always admired? It's tempting, but I love Victor."

"You know what to do, when you change your mind right?" Harley turned to doors and you got the best idea. Well, hopefully.

"Wait," she turned back to you, "I think.. I.. I'll take that offer," you smiled, trying to cover your lie.

Harley smiled back, but shaked her head, "You are lying," she said and left you alone in room again.

"But I want to join!!!" you screamed, so she could hear you through the doors, "You can't keep me away from him!"

Doors opened again. This time Huntress was standing in them, frowning at you angrily.

"Can I leave?" you asked and she made her way to you, slapping your face painfully.

"Do you know why are you here?" she screamed in your face, pulling your hair to back.

"Becouse I am his wife and I am a threat to you somehow?"

"NO!" Huntress pulled your hair, and you hissed.

"Becouse you are my ticket to him," she smiled and stepped away from you.

"Are we playing here at good cop and bad cop?" you laughed silently, "I am no ticket. I'm the final destination."

"He killed my family," she started, but you interupted her.

"I don't even know you," you said and she gave you another slap.

After that, you saw tears forming in her eyes.

"You are perfect match for him. Now I know why did he married you."

You kept the pokerface, looking somewhere behind her.

"Heartless bitch," she mumbled and left.

This was just a trap. They didn't wanted you in their team, they just wanted to kill Victor. You didn't knew if you should laugh or cry. You missed Victor. And at this point, you didn't wanted to be saved. Becouse if he saved you, they would kill him instantly.

"Hey," somebody was behind you. You nearly screamed, but some hands covered your mouth, "shhh."

"Who are you?" you whispered.

"I'm Cass," she sat on couch. You were surprised, she was just a child, "Who are you?"

"I'm.. (Y/n). Kiddo what are you doing here?" you asked her. As you could see, she was offended be the nickname 'kiddo'.

"I know who you are. You are his wife," Cassandra said and you rolled eyes, "Besides that I'm great hairdresser, but okay."

"How you can be with him?" Cassandra asked you.

"Becouse I love him? What's so weird about it?" you asked her. She stayed quiet.

"Cassandra? Do you know the real reason why am I here?" you asked her.

"Dinah said it's becouse your relationship with him makes you bad and it changed you somehow," she said and you frowned.

"She is just jealous," you rolled eyes, "but that's not the real reason and you know it. They want to kill him and I have to get out before he get's here."

Cassandra was thinking what to do. She wasn't just some child and she hated that Harley and Birds of prey rarely took her in action. She was learning from them, but most of time she was alone becouse they had to deal with 'dangerous evil people'.

But the woman, tied to chair wasn't dangerous nor evil. Her husband was...

But why would they hurt her like this if she was innocent? Cassandra could see the red prints of hand on your cheeks.

"Who did you that?" she asked.

"Crossbow killer."

"She uses the name Huntress."

"I don't care," you mumbled and watched as Cassandra observed the handcuffs on chouch.

"How? How did you?" you looked back on you hands, which were bleeding. Through the pain, you probably didn't felt how she took them away.

"Just get out," Cassandra said and you gave her little smile.

"Thank you."

She smiled back and opened window which was covered with yellow paint.

You climbed through it and jumped down. It was just a first floor in some weirdly looking house and your legs were okay with that. After the jump you decided to run away as fast as you could.

You bumped into some hooded figure, which was running too.

"I'm sorry," you said, and continued to run away. But then you heard a voice of your husband.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright? I was so afraid," Victor spoke and put down his hood.

"Yes, Victor. Just keep this on your head," you pulled the hood back at his head, bit concerned about surroundings. This was not safe territory.

Victor listened and hugged you.

"We have to get out," you said, giving him little kiss.

Victor just nodded and caught your hand. You both run away into safety of your apartment. Victor later installed cameras and alarms on doors and gave you few weapons.

Harley's House

"So? Who did it?" Renee asked.

"I think we all know it," Huntress said, looking on Dinah.

"I would never," Dinah said, looking on Harley.

"Girls, can we stop blaming eachothers?" Harley said to broke the wheel of blame.

"But we need to know who did it. So who is the traitor?" Renee asked, that was when Cassandra walked into room.

"Cass, we are talking about serious things right now," said Huntress.

"I did it," Cassandra said, and everyone was looking at her in disbelief.

"But why would you?" Dinah asked.

"Becouse it was wrong. You lied to her, you were her friend!" Cassandra pointed at Dinah, "And you, you were beating her," she yelled at Huntress.

"Cass, I think you see it from wrong point of view," Harley said and hugged her.

"No Harley. I know that these things what we do are epic as fuck, but.. This was wrong. We can't do this to good people which are in love with wrong people," Cassandra said and pulled away from Harley.

"Cass.. I.." Harley started, but she was cut off by Dinah, "She is right. We can't judge good people just becouse they love wrong person."

"But Zsasz is.. He is a monster! You were saying he changed her," Huntress said.

"Is she a monster tho?" asked Cass.

"No.. It didn't changed her that much," Dinah said and thought about the times when you took her into shopping centre and bought her some clothes, when you went in cinema to watch movies. She missed you a lot, but you were with Victor and things changed. You didn't changed. Only things changed.

"You know who would suffer the most if your plan actually worked?" Cass asked Huntress.

"(Y/n), becouse Zsasz would be dead," Renee said, looking at the empty table.

"She seemed like a nice person to me and believe me, I have eyes for that," Harley smiled, but then her smile dissapeared.

"She would suffer the most, becouse she would be the reason of his death. Becouse she loves him," said Cass and left the room.

Harley and Birds of prey had to think about new ways of getting Victor and Roman away from the Gotham City. Plus there were many other villains in this city that were in standing in their way.

Your apartment

"Babe, I just wish I was faster," Victor said and kissed you forhead. You were both sitting in front of Tv, watching horror movies, cuddling under the blankets.

"No, It was a trap. I'm glad I was faster then you," you smiled, but deep inside, you were scared that they will look for you and Victor again.

"Wow, so you got kidnapped and saved my life in one day," Victor smiled, "Mrs. Zsasz, you are my hero," he gave you kisses on neck, and finished it with a slight bite.

"Ouch, Victor," you laughed and threw a pillow at him.

He laughed too and pulled you closer, "What are you going to do with that pillows?"

"I'll use them as a barricade to block your bites," you laughed and threw the pillow away.

"Awww... You are so cute," he said, pulling you closer to him, giving you bowl with popcorn.

"No, you are cute," you said to him and laid on his shoulder. This day was awfull, but everything bad was forgotten, ugly memories of being kidnapped were replaced by happy ones with your husband Victor.

#birds of prey #victor zsasz bop #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz #victor zsasz x oc #victor zsasz fanfiction #Victor Zsasz x you

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non-fantasy · 5 years

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holy shit.

okay.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

hilda just tends to drag dimitri around whenever she thinks he needs a break and do whatever. everything from shopping trips to eating out to just sitting and chatting together. she’s taken to trying to teach him how to make jewelry recently

dimitri goes along with hilda’s decision because honestly? he’s just happy spending time with her? but on the times he does decide what they’re doing, it’s either something to make her happy like a meal at a restaurant she likes or taking a walk or training together lol

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

hilda actually is secretly a huge romantic under her “lol” attitude! she would get really embarrassed if she ever had to admit it but she just really likes... dimitri... how he’s so nice and knightly and sweet and cute???? like she admires that attitude but sometimes it scares her because oh no, he might self-sacrifice...

dimitri admires how hilda is so loyal to her friends and really kind and brave despite her worries but he just!! really wants her to realize how incredible she is!!!!

(does this question mean physical appearance too? oh whoops.)

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

hilda reminds dimitri that she’s there and she will listen! on really bad days she will just be hugging him as he’s crying.

hilda has a bad habit of framing her insecurities really casually? she says this thing about how she might disappoint everyone but she doesn’t seem all that upset about it. dimitri is really awkward but he reminds her that he thinks the world of her and that he’s also there for her. one time he hugged her to comfort her and hilda just completely forgot that she was upset because goddess her boyfriend is cute

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

lol neither of them want to imagine a future together at first because of their insecurities?

but then as they actually get better at that, hilda’s view is most just that they still relax together, but they’re also... completely mushy and in love... we’re talking birthday bouquets... casual kisses... everything...

meanwhile dimitri’s view? is like. he cares less about hilda reciprocating and more about doing things that will make her happy. his future is just sometimes giving her gifts and seeing her smile and telling her earnestly that she’s wonderful. he doesn’t even realize it’s possible for her to like him back until after they get together.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

dimitri is mostly passive because uh, insecurities. he’s honestly baffled hilda likes him back at all in the beginning, so he tries not to be too selfish because that might make her hate him :c hilda is more dominant but then she tells him to be more selfish with his desires and tell her what he wants

they become more equal but hilda still has an edge over him, but it’s because she’s the one dragging him to sleep and not letting him overwork himself.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

i’m legitimately trying to come up with scenarios where they fight and the only one i can come up with is “dimitri!!! STOP ALMOST DYING TO PROTECT ME” and that ends with hilda bursting into tears and begging him not to sacrifice himself for her. he apologizes and she tells him that she will only forgive him if he promises not to do that

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

dimitri is so fucking grateful??? all the time????? every time she does anything.... every time hilda helps him or smiles at him.... he’s so fucking grateful.........

hilda is also grateful for how dimitri keeps trying to make her feel happy and she expresses her gratitude by helping him but this makes him feel grateful and try and repay her and this is an endless loop

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

dimitri tries to hide just how badly he’s been traumatized and depressed at first but slowly starts trusting hilda with that information. hilda doesn’t really hide much? one of the biggest secrets she’s hid from him is that she accidentally broke one of his lances and immediately tried to fix it but ruined it even more so she just had to say that it got lost

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

lol that’s the entire thing with them? hilda helping dimitri out of depression and trauma with friendship and love.

obviously not just that. she helps him sleep better and make more friends and stop overworking himself, which contributes greatly to it.

on hilda’s side, dimitri helps her stop being so scared of disappointing people and believe in herself more!

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

listen... dimitri is a prince.... he’s strong and hot and smart.... he’s probably had more than a few admirers.... so hilda just hugging his arm to his chest and being cute is just hilda reminding them that he’s off-limits, okay?

meanwhile hilda has a fuckton of admirers and also is friends with claude “casually flirts with my teacher” von riegan. at first dimitri was insecure because “i don’t even know why she likes me in the first place” but as he starts having the self-esteem? he’s just going to be hugging hilda and resting his head on top of hers as she’s talking to people. angrily hugging her.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

dIMITRI IS SUCH AN AWKWARD KISSER AT FIRST GOD

hilda went to kiss him on the cheek but then he turned and she accidentally kissed his lips. that was their first kiss.

but seriously it takes so long for dimitri to warm up. he’s awkward and has trouble initiating and he’s doing his best and hilda loves him for it.

after they got more used to it? hilda is more casual with her kisses, but also, she’s tiny. she compensates for the sheer difficulty of kissing dimitri on the lips most of the time by kissing him on the hand, neck, back, all the more easily accessible places. she has attempted to kiss all of his scars before.

dimitri on the other hand does it less often but he almost always goes for the lips. either real slow and tender or uh. super aggressively, lol.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

it’s either dramatic blood-covered dimitri screaming that “you can’t die! i love you!” or just. they’re just sitting together, relaxing, and then hilda quietly says “i love you” and dimitri? is surprised by how calm he is when it happens. he takes her hand and says he loves her too.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

it’s fire emblem, they’re bound to get married. and they really wanted to, too.

dimitri managed to be very nervous but pull out a ring anyways, which makes hilda pause. he panics and thinks she’s trying to reject him but then she just pulls out the ring she got for him.

their marriage is just like. hilda as queen? yeah she’s doing her part but there are days she just stays in bed. they aren’t that common because she has learned that dimitri can and will work all day if she’s not there. she works to keep dimitri from being crushed by the workload alone and also so she can drag him to bed when they’ve done enough.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

they just use their names for each other. hilda’s probably one of the only people to call dimitri by his name at all.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

their mutual pining has been obvious to the entire school for so fucking long.

dimitri is even more shy and awkward than usual. he tries to give hilda a gift and winds up asking her to a sparring match because that’s just what his mouth blurted out.

hilda! is trying so hard to act casual but sometimes her mouth slips and she flirts by accident. she is so quick to dismiss it as a joke.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

at first? they’re actually kinda shy because “holy shit you like me back?”

hilda is braver tho and starts holding hands more easily. sometimes hugs. dimitri gets more and more brave over time and then eventually gets to the point where he thinks nothing of bridal carrying hilda whenever she jokingly complains about being too tired to walk. in front of everyone. even hilda got embarrassed by that.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

hilda remembers a lot of lullabies since she needed them a lot when she was younger. it’s useful because dimitri likes her singing voice and maybe for after..?

dimitri is surprisingly good at massaging. only hilda, tho. one time he tried to massage sylvain’s wrist and wound up breaking it.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

dimitri is very cliche but he’s doing his best!!!!!! he gives her flowers (because she said she liked them) and loves her a lot!

hilda is more creative. she accidentally shaped jewellery-makers for generations with her gifts to dimitri

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

hilda is on the fence because on one hand yeah she does love and support dimitri but on the other hand, dimitri? please don’t destroy yourself for revenge. don’t do that. please?

dimitri absolutely supports and believes in hilda. without a fucking doubt. he would die for her (hilda voice: STOP)

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

they like the peaceful routine of working and relaxing and hanging out with friends. the things they do to spice it up are usually just trying a new place to eat.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

they’re both the type to try and learn what they can about their partner, i think. they’re also good at reading each other.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

hilda has to tackle dimitri to stop him from dying for her because of this question. hilda loves him dearly but please for the love of everything dimitri have some fucking self-preservation.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

after they got married dimitri accidentally invented valentines day because he tried to send her all the chocolate he could. hilda screamed that there was literally no way she could ever eat all of that in twelve lifetimes. she had to start a chocolate festival to get rid of them all.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

oh hell yeah.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

sometimes theyre separated because of kingly and queenly duties...

hilda dealt with dimitri being gone by wrapping a one of his cloaks around her shoulders. he was so embarrassed when he came back

dimitri writes letters but will they ever be sent to her? when they’re so embarrassing? who knows?

(someone stole them and sent them. this thief has never been identified but is suspected to be someone close to the royal couple.)

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

haven’t we had enough of dimitri almost dying. can’t we have dimitri in love. gosh.

#hildimitri #hilda valentin goneril #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h #alphabet thing

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tetrakys · 5 years

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106; 69 and 62 for Lance maybe?

62. “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?” & 69. “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” & 106. “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

Falling

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part 3 :

“I missed you so much, Erika,” he told me while hugging me tightly to his chest.

I hadn’t seen my boyfriend in weeks. I’d missed him too, of course I had, but… I couldn’t deny my thoughts had been otherwise occupied lately.

It was late at night, I’d heard he was about to return any moment and I’d run to meet him halfway, we were now strolling hand in hand in the beautiful park and we’d just reached the Hundred years cherry tree.

He told me everything about his unfruitful mission in Balenvia where he hadn’t managed to find one single trace of Valkyon. And I told him everything… well, not exactly everything, but a lot about what had been going on at HQ, about the lifeless Crystal that was making Eldarya even more unstable than what it had been before, and how Miiko and Huang Hua where trying to find a solution.

“There’ve been reports of earthquakes, not strong ones but they’ve been happening with more and more frequency,” I explained.

“I know,” he replied massaging his temples, “there’ve been a couple in Balenvia too.”

“You must be tired,” I said seeing his pained expression, “with all this travelling lately… you should probably go to bed.”

“Are you coming with me?” He asked with a certain innuendo in his voice. A month ago I would’ve said yes immediately, but something was off now, and I didn’t want to admit to myself the reason.

“I don’t think so, you need to rest and that’s clearly not what you have in mind.”

“Mmm…” he replied with a smile, tilting his head. “There’re many ways to recharge your batteries, I bet you need some "rest” too…"

I chuckled lightly, I was tempted… maybe falling back into our routine and spending the night together was exactly what I needed to take my mind off other unnecessary and problematic thoughts.

“Did you just look me up and down and then bit your lip?” He asked with a smirk.

“Maybe…”

“Cause if you did we’re having sex right now.”

“Now? Here?” I uttered surprised.

He mumbled his assent and took a step towards me, taking me in his arms again.

I felt… comfortable, safe, nothing to do with the constant fear, angst and… excitement I’d found myself experiencing lately. When he took my face in his hands and lowered his lips on mine in a tender kiss I sighed. This was familiar and sweet.

I didn’t want sweet.

Pushing him on a bench close by, I straddled him, my hands in his hair I attacked his mouth with passion.

This… I wanted this… but it wasn’t enough, it felt wrong. I found myself frustrated by the feeling of his hair being of the wrong length, his height and build were also wrong but, most of all, when I looked into his eyes I was disappointed at finding they weren’t icy blue. They were looking at me with a tenderness that had nothing to do with the cruel but heated stare I envisioned in my mind every time I went to sleep.

Fuck, I was so messed up.

I was about to put a stop to this when I saw him.

In his black armor Lance… no, Ashkore, he was wearing his mask, was standing there not exactly hiding in the bushes, and even through his mask I could tell he was looking at me, immobile like an impressive, frightening statue.

I remembered the last time I’d seen him, in the prison, where he’d touched me and marked me as if I were his property, and then he’d disappeared out of thin air and I hadn’t heard from him in days.

So, when my boyfriend started unbuttoning my tunic, I let him. One button after the other, slowly, until none were left, exposing my chest to two sets of hungry stares. I never broke my gaze from those red, cruel dragon eyes, not even for one second.

And when my boyfriend started kissing from my lips, along the length of my neck, all the way to my breasts, I never stopped staring at that masked monster standing just a few feet from me.

And when those sweet lips that were worshipping my body latched to one nipple and started lightly sucking and licking, I finally closed my eyes and arched my back, granting him better access, probably showing more enthusiasm than what I was actually feeling.

But when I felt that mouth leaving my body and not coming back after a few seconds, I opened my eyes to find Lance’s face in front of me, no mask covering his angry icy eyes, looking at me like a man possessed.

My boyfriend was limp on the bench passed out following a hit to the head if the branch on the ground was of any indication.

Before I could open my mouth to protest, he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me off the bench, the sting in my scalp barely noticeable compared to my worry for my boyfriend’s conditions.

“He’s fine,” Lance said when I tried to reach for him, “unfortunately.”

I heard him groan and I knew he would be ok once he woke up.

“You, on the other hand,” Lance continued, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me towards HQ, “are in big trouble. I think it’s finally time to take your suggestion and get rid of Eldarya’s mighty saviour.”

“Wh-what?” I replied shocked, but he didn’t seem to care giving me any explanation.

“Is this it, then? Are you going to kill me?” I insisted.

“It is the simplest solution as you pointed out yourself,” he replied, trying to sound calm, bored even, but I knew better. He was furious.

“How come the sudden change of heart?” I asked trying to keep my cool, “you were almost friendly the other day. What happened meanwhile? Weren’t you enjoying the show just a moment ago? Or maybe… are you actually jealous?”

He stopped abruptly and grabbed me by the hair again, forcing me to look up at him.

“Do you seriously have a death wish?” He cried out like a crazy man, we were close to the village, but I hoped not close enough for anyone to come and check out the commotion. I could deal with an angry dragon, at least I hoped so… but I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

“Do you seriously have so little consideration about your own life? I just told you I’m going to kill you, why would you try to get a rise out of me?”

“I’m about to die, right? I have nothing to lose, I might as well piss you off,” I spat out challenging.

“You… do you think I’m going to spare you by acting cute? My mind is made up.”

He thought that me being a brat was… cute?

“Or maybe… you wanna try to persuade me with more feminine tactics?” He said looking at my open tunic that barely covered my breasts. “I should take advantage of the situation while I still can and fuck you out of my system.”

“You’re never taking me to bed.” I replied disgusted. “Never.”

“Oh sweet little aengel…” he said with his crooked evil grin, “who said anything about a bed.”

Pushing me up to a tree, he grabbed me by the neck and whispered, the sweetness of his tone at odd contrast with his words, “If you didn’t like my teasing then, why were you moaning?” You seemed ready to go with that loser, and were more than ready with me just a few days ago… are you really an aegel? Or more like a slutty demon, ready to spread you legs for any willing cock coming your way?“

"Wow… seeing me making love with my boyfriend really made a number on you. Who is the loser here?”

He punched the tree with strength, leaves falling on our heads.

“News flash Lance, who I sleep with has nothing to do with you. Women usually prefer someone who doesn’t kidnap and threaten to kill them every time they feel like it.”

He tightened his hold around my neck and grabbed a dagger from his back pocket, pointing it at my chest. I just stared at him, challenge in my eyes. When he raised it, he planted exactly where I thought he would, in the tree trunk, next to my face. It was the second time he did something like this, he had already come very close to kill me in Memoria, just to stop at the very last moment.

“You can’t, can you?”

He just looked at me, desperate.

“Erika!”

I heard voices and footsteps, they’d found us. Miiko and all the members of the Light Guard surrounded us and I could only imagine what they must think of the scene in front of them, Lance pinning me to a tree, one hand around my neck, the other holding a dagger.

He’d barely had time to take a step back dragging me with him, that something else happened, Lance’s men arrived, the ones from the boat, who must have been close by and heard the commotion.

The two sides were facing each other, Lance and I in the middle.

This was going to end badly.

I didn’t want them to fight, didn’t want anyone to get hurt. This war was absurd, each side was both right and wrong, I needed to do something.

I was overwhelmed by an insane visceral need to protect them all, I had no idea what was happening but I felt it in my subconscious, my skin started to glow, a warm light surrounded me and, from behind my back, a pair of soft, white wings sprung, and I felt myself raise in the air.

Everyone was looking at me shocked, and I heard several voices cry out the word aengel.

The cat was out of the bag.

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Sweeter Dreams

A Merthur Fic

Word Count: 1916

From this prompt: https://kinksofcamelot.livejournal.com/1806.html?thread=519694#t519694

Sent in by @arthur-of-the-pendragons

~An alternate ending to Season 2, Episode 10, “Sweet Dreams”~

Summary: Arthur is under a love spell and about to fight King Olaf to the death, so naturally, Merlin tells Gwen to kiss Arthur to break the spell. Merlin assumes Gwen is Arthur’s true love. Gwen disagrees.

In which Merlin and Arthur are oblivious idiots and Gwen is the only one with common sense.

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“Gwen? GWEN?! Gwen it’s an emergency!” Merlin yelled while pounding on her door. Guinevere groaned and opened her eyes. It was her day off and she had been planning to spend it having a lie-in, but here she was, awakened at dawn by a half-deranged Merlin. She rolled onto her side, facing Lancelot, who looked about as exhausted and annoyed as she felt. He rolled his eyes.

“So much for the lie-in,” he grumbled.

“Please let me in Gwen,” Merlin begged, “I’m sorry about the flower mix up. It was all my fault, not Arthur’s, don’t blame him. He really likes you, Gwen, and he needs your help!” She sighed and began gathering up Lancelot’s things.

“Are they still doing this?” Lancelot asked.

“They’re both still completely oblivious, if that’s what you’re asking,” Gwen replied.

“He still thinks you’re in love with Arthur?” Lancelot questioned, disbelieving.

“Yes. Only now it involves Lady Vivian. Inexplicably. I don’t know, Lance, Arthur was acting oddly infatuated with her yesterday. Maybe he’s trying to make Merlin jealous, or maybe he’s just too thick to recognize what he’s feeling. Either way,” she said as the pounding on the door became more vigorous, “You have to go. Merlin’s not going to give up on this one. You can go out through the back window, just be careful to avoid the guards by the South Gate.” She gave him a hurried kiss before yelling towards the door, “Yes Merlin, just a moment. I need to get dressed.”

In truth, she thought it was rather sweet how worried Merlin was about hurting her. In his mind, she was Arthur’s future wife. In reality, however, she was a past flame of Arthur’s at best, her time with Lancelot effectively killing any lingering feelings she had towards the Prince. Merlin, on the other hand, was painfully infatuated with him. Gwen would watch half in amusement and half in pity as Merlin poured himself into the Prince’s every whim. Arthur and Merlin were like an old married couple, always together, always bickering, but each willing to lay down their life for the other without hesitation. Gwen thought it should be obvious to everyone by now, what with the amount of, frankly, indecent eye contact that occurred between the two. However, as usual, she was the first to uncover the truth, enlisting Lancelot’s help in scheme after scheme to get the two together. It never worked, and now Merlin thought that Arthur was in love with her.

She couldn’t help but feel responsible for that particular unfortunate side effect. In an attempt to coax Arthur into a state of emotional vulnerability wherein he may finally pull his royal head out of his princely ass, she spent more time with him than perhaps was advisable for a chambermaid. Merlin walked in on their conversations several times, and each time she could see a moment of unguarded pain in his eyes before he managed to cover it with his stubborn cheerfulness. All of this tension came to a boiling point two days ago, when Arthur woke up, apparently deeply in love with Lady Vivian. This sparked a series of ridiculous, farcical events that turned out to be more than Gwen could follow, so she decided to leave it be. Generally, she believed, things have a way of working themselves out, so she spent the next 48 hours trying her best to avoid the castle altogether. Unfortunately, she thought, as she remembered the agitated Merlin on the other side of her door, it appeared the problem had found her. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was almost certainly going to be some sort of magic-fueled nonsense.

A few moments later she unbolted the door, stepping out of the way as Merlin spilled frantically into the room.

“Oh Gwen, thank goodness. I need you to follow me right now. Arthur’s in trouble,” then he took off running out the door again, checking over his shoulder to make sure she was following. She ran after him, a pit of worry growing in her stomach despite herself. As she climbed the stairs to Arthur’s chamber, she finally caught up with Merlin and noticed that he was shaking. Whatever was happening to Arthur had deeply upset him, and Gwen felt bitter guilt well up within her for trying to ignore the problem. Merlin opened the chamber door and there stood Arthur, half dressed in his armor and practicing his footwork.

“He’s dueling Olaf in twenty minutes,” Merlin panted, “it’s to the death.”

“That’s awful, Merlin,” Gwen said. Then a beat, “But I’m not quite sure how I can help with that.”

“You need to kiss him.”

“What? Merlin! Honestly. This is ridiculous.”

“Gwen,” he said, looking her in the eye for the first time since entering the chamber, “It’s a love spell. He’s under a love spell. And Vivian too, I think. Olaf caught them together and threw down his gauntlet. Arthur said—” the pain in Merlin’s eyes was palpable now, “He said that you can’t choose who you love. And then he picked it up. It’s not real. It’s a love spell, Gwen,” he was rambling, “I know Arthur, I know him. He doesn’t fall in and out of love that fast. He just needs you to kiss him and it should snap him out of the spell.”

“Why me?” Gwen asked.

“What do you mean?” Merlin replied, slowing down for the first time all morning.

“Why do I have to kiss him?” Merlin looked puzzled.

“Because you’re his true love. A kiss from his true love should break the spell.” The answer hit Gwen like a blow to the chest. Then she started to laugh, a surprised chuckle at first but growing stronger until she could no longer speak. Both Arthur and Merlin paused to stare at her. The absurdity of their matching expressions only made her laugh harder.

“I don’t understand what’s so funny,” Merlin snapped.

“It’s not—It’s not me. I’m not— I’m not—,” but she was laughing too hard to get the words out. Instead, she grabbed Merlin by the shoulders and gently shoved him toward Arthur, who still stood, mouth agape, with his sword in one hand, a miniature portrait of Lady Vivian dropping out of the other and clattering on the floor.

Merlin gave a nervous chuckle, “Um, Gwen? We only have about seventeen minutes, so can you do the kissing first and the total break from reality second?”

“Gods, Merlin,” Gwen said, finally catching her breath and wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, “I’m not his true love. You are.”

“Don’t be stupid. How would I be his true love. He loves you. That doesn’t make any sense,” Merlin retorted, taking several hurried steps away from Arthur.

“It would make perfect sense if either of you possessed any observational skills whatsoever,” Gwen said, pushing him back towards the Prince.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re doing,” Merlin was visibly panicking now, pacing up and down the room, “but Arthur is going to die if his true love doesn’t kiss him right now.”

“All the more reason for you to kiss him,” she was yelling, trying to drown out stupidity with volume. It didn’t drown out the stupidity entirely, but at least it made Merlin stop pacing long enough for her to grab his hand and place it forcefully in Arthur’s.

“What in the name of the gods is going on,” Merlin said, trying to pull away, “would someone care to explain in to me or am I just supposed to exist out here wallowing in confusion while I watch you laugh yourself into an early grave over this man’s coming death?” But Gwen just held their hands together tighter, fixing Merlin with a pointed stare before glancing back at the complete befuddlement on Arthur’s face. And here, cradling both their hands in hers, she allowed herself, just for a moment, to imagine what it would be like if she were Arthur’s true love. But a moment was all she needed. She knew where she stood and she knew who she loved, and it was not this man.

“No, Merlin. It has to be you.” The tenderness in her voice seem to catch Merlin off guard. He hesitated.

“Fine. Like this idiot said, you can’t choose who you love, and he loves you. But fine. Know that I’m only doing this to prove you wrong,” the vitriol in Merlin’s voice was in stark opposition to the anxiety painted over his every feature. Gwen nodded encouragingly as Merlin looked down, drew a shaky breath and then, with the frustrated resignation of a man who believes he has nothing left to lose, he touched his forehead to Arthur’s. Arthur immediately froze in confusion, and Gwen watched for several moments as Merlin gathered up his resolve and pressed his lips to the Prince’s forcefully. At first, Arthur only stood, stiff as a board. But then slowly, like a river thawing after a long winter, Arthur began to move. His sword clattered to the ground as he took Merlin’s face in both of his hands, fingers reaching to curl into his hair. Merlin broke the kiss abruptly, breathing heavily and staring at Arthur, eyes full of incredulity. Arthur’s face held a similar expression of disbelief. He gave Merlin a tired smile, still half in a magic-fueled fog.

He ran his hands down to Merlin’s hips, pulling him close and saying, “I’m not at all sure how we got here, but I’m glad we did.”

“That would be thanks to me, actually,” Gwen spoke up, not even trying to keep the smugness out of her voice, “I believe I owe Merlin an ‘I told you so’.”

Merlin flushed, immediately trying to hide it with an impressive eye roll, “Oh gods, I’m never going to live this down am I? ‘Little Merlin gets so lost in his own self-pity that he misses the obvious’?”

“In your defence,” Gwen teased, “Arthur played a similarly idiotic part. I’m sorry for meddling but honestly, you two, I don’t know what you would have done if left to your own devices. It would have taken centuries for either of you to pay enough attention to your feelings to make any sort of a move.

Arthur, still baffled and clutching at Merlin but chuckling now as well, stuttered, “Can I—can I repay you in any way? I’ll give you a village. I’ll give you five villages. A hundred villages. Anything you want, just name it.”

“As tempting as ‘a hundred villages’ is,” Gwen smiled, “I think I must decline. Instead, how about you bring Lancelot out of exile and let us both take tomorrow morning off.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow and looked at Merlin, who wore a look of dawning realization. “Ohhhh,” he breathed quietly, “Yes. Of course. Consider it done.” Gwen smiled to herself as she imagined tomorrow’s lie-in, returning from her daydream just in time to catch Arthur grinning at Merlin while intertwining their hands.

“I’ll just be off then,” she said, silently congratulating herself on a job well done. She was almost to the stairs when she heard Arthur’s voice from the doorway of his chambers.

“Gwen!” he shouted. She turned and looked at him, smiling, “Thank you.” She nodded and turned back, walking down the stairs and away from the giggling emanating from the Prince’s chambers. She and Lancelot weren’t going to be the only ones having a lie-in tomorrow.

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tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016 · 4 years

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I will Not Be Replaced Chapter 4

Authors Note: And here I am with yet another chapter to this wonderful story. I hope you’re enjoying reading it as much as I love writing it despite how long I’m taking on the updates. Anyway here is chapter 4 of I Will Not Be Replaced and just fyi this chapter will features things Non-con Drug use just to warn you before you get too involved in this fic. Without any further ado on with the story.

Chapter Four: Just A Taste

Daniel was broken, that much was true he thought as he watched you pace around your living room, phone glued to your ear. After all, most androids he knew probably never had thoughts, or feelings like this. To imagine you crying out underneath him, begging him to stop as he used you haunted his every waking thought as he went about his duties. He still had a lot to plan but ever since last night when he saw you and Gavin he was haunted by images of you.

Looking over his shoulder he watched as you continued to speak on the phone, twirling your hair around your finger, the tank top you wore revealing the dark purple hickies on your neck and jaw, evidence of your previous activities out for the entire world to see. Daniel grimaced, Gavin was something he would need to deal with sooner or late. He was, after all a Detective, and if you went missing he’d be the first one to come looking, and the last thing Daniel needed was for him to ruin all of his plans and take you away from him.

“Daniel?” you called out, jerking him from his thoughts. Looking over his shoulder at you from his place at the kitchen counter he smiled.

“Yes Y/N?” he asked, keeping his voice pleasant.

“I need to go grocery shopping, get ready.” You said, before disappearing into your bedroom to change into something other than a thin tank top and sweat pants. Your usual attire for days off, coming out a little while later dressed in a black sweater and torn blue jeans and your ratty pink sneakers.

“You ready?” you asked him, noting that he was standing by the door expectantly, like a dog almost.

Nodding Daniel opened the door, and let you out first before closing the door behind him. Following you down the hall toward the elevator before heading to your car.

“Are we just picking up the usual groceries or was there some place else you needed to go?” he asked, after a while.

You shrugged, you eyes glued to the window. “Food stuffs, and I don’t know. In all honesty I just wanted to get out of the house, and I figured I’d take you as well. After all mom didn’t buy you for me to just collect dust in my house 24/7.” You said.

At that Daniel turned away from you to stare out the window. Watching as the world raced on by before you pulled into the parking lot. Getting out of the car the two of you walked towards the store. Daniel remained silent, hands clasped behind his back as he followed you throughout the store.

His eyes remaining glued on your form, noting how your hair spilled down your back and Daniel entertained himself with the idea of grabbing a handful of it and jerking your head back, hard enough for tears to form in your eyes as you begged him to stop.

“Daniel?” you called out, jerking him from his thoughts.

“Yes?” he asked.

“I asked if we were out of milk at home?”

Daniel thought for a moment, then shook his head. “No, I believe we’re out, as well as cat food.” He told you.

Nodding the two of you continued down the isles your cart slowly filling up all the while Daniel watched you, loving how you moved, noting how the sweater you wore hugged your frame, accentuating your breasts or the way you brushed your hair out of your eyes as you mulled over your choices and Daniel realized he couldn’t wait. Despite telling himself that there would be plenty of time when he could have you but...Biting down on his bottom lip he watched as you bent down to look at something on a lower shelf, your jeans riding low revealing your panties a little bit, swallowing thickly Daniel continued to look at you, his cock twitching in his pants as he did so when-

“Y/N Hiiiiiii!” Daniel cringed inwardly, shoulders tensing when he heard the all too familiar, overly friendly voice cooed out. Turning around he fought to hide the scowl as he saw the familiar blonde friend of yours. Maisey.

The bubbly blonde raced over to you, and wrapped your arms around you before you had a chance to react, nearly bowling you over in the process. Laughing you eagerly returned the bone-crushing hug.

“Hello,” you greeted cheerfully, pulling away from your friend. A smile on your face. “Fancy meeting you here, I thought you’d still be sleeping off another of your benders, or I’d find you barging into my apartment at the crack of dawn to gossip about your night.” You said.

Maisey laughed, draping an arm around your shoulders before leading you down the isles, Daniel following close behind, watching as you laughed and gossiped.

“So, how are things between you and Gavin?” Maisey asked.

Daniel tensed at the mention of Gavin’s name, images of you and him last night flashing through his head, of you crying out Gavin’s name...Gritting his teeth Daniel forced himself to calm down, plastering a pleasant smile on his face when you and Maisey turned to look at him.

“Well, things are going good kind of...” You trailed off, shrugging your shoulders. That got Daniel’s attention. Were things not completely ideal between the two of you? Inching closer he listened intently. “I mean the sex is fantastic, and sure, I do love him...I think...” You trailed off.

“You think?” Daniel urged, then realizing he had spoken he quickly looked away when you and Maisey turned to look at him. Frowns etched your face, before turning away.

“You think?” Maisey said, gripping your arm, her eyes lighting up and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes, she was always a gossip you had no doubt that by the end of the day everyone who was anyone would know what you were about to tell her.

“Yeah, Gavin is great and awesome in the sack, but I need more than great sex....” You said, looking through the apples.

At that Maisey gasped, eyes wide. “Honey, nothing is more important than sex...maybe... maybe you just need a break from him. I don’t see how you could just stick with one man all your life.”

You rolled your eyes at her words. Your friend the sex-fiend...

*A Few Hours Later.*

Daniel heaved a sigh as the two of you finally made it back home, both laden with groceries as you did so. Funny, given how long you had spent at the grocery store you were sure you damn near bought the entire store given how most of the time you had spent listening to Maisey’s sexcapades for hours on end.

“Your friend...” Daniel started, as he moved to help you put away the groceries, standing behind you as he did so. “Seems to have no filter when it comes to her sex life, does she?”

Laughing you shook your head. “She’s always been like that, she just enjoys physical relationships...a lot. With both men, women, and androids.” You added, putting the cereal in one of the shelves, before turning away from him. Rummaging through the bags as you did so.

That brought up another question, one he wanted to bring up since the store. He knew he should just keep quiet but...

“Hmmm?” you murmured, your attention focused on your task at hand.

“If something were to happen between you and Gavin...a-and if you wanted to try something different would you ever....”

“Would I ever what?” you asked, turning to face him.

Daniel steeled his nerve, there was no going back now, after all he truly wanted to know your thoughts on it. But the words would not come, however you had a pretty good idea where he was going with this conversation.

“Ever sleep with an android?” you finished for him.

Not uttering a word he nodded, and you rolled your eyes, arms crossed over your chest.

“Yeah I don’t think I’d ever have sex with an android, I prefer my partners with a bit more life to them, sorry to disappoint.” You said, and turned away.

But to Daniel the conversation wasn’t over, watching as you turned away he moved to where you stood. His arms caging you in. Brow furrowing you turned to face him, surprised to find him so close to you.

“Daniel?” You asked, sounding uncertain. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Daniel said nothing as he inched his face closer to yours, his nose brushing against yours. “Daniel?” you asked, your hands pressed against his chest hoping to stop him from whatever it was he was thinking of doing.

It didn’t stop him though, placing a hand on the back of your neck he pulled you in for a brutal kiss, silencing anymore protests from you. Eyes sliding shut he deepened the kiss, pushing you roughly up against the counter, making you cry out when the edge of it dug into your back.

“Daniel...Daniel stop...” You gasped when he finally broke the kiss long enough for you catch your breath, only to ignore your plea and kiss you once more, hard enough to split your lip. Whimpering you beat at his chest and struggled with all your might but nothing worked.

You knew androids could be strong but you never realized how much so. Finding that trying to fight him off wasn’t working you felt around the kitchen counter for-There is was. The heavy cast iron frying pan you had brought out to cook with that night. Mustering all your strength you swung it at Daniel, catching him in the head.

Staggering backward Daniel hissed as pain lanced through his head, followed by something warm spilling down the right side of his face. Gingerly touching it he was shocked to find his fingers coming away blue. Blinking a few times he looked from his fingers to you. You who quickly moved away from the counter and towards your living room.

A dark look came across Daniel’s face as he moved towards you.

“St-stay where you are!” You choked out, your face flushed, hair mussed from him running his hands through it, rage shining in your eyes as you raised you left hand, now not only armed with that heavy frying pan but a large butchers knife as well. “Or I’ll carve out your heart.”

Daniel stopped in his tracks, eyes glued to the knife and resisted the urge to laugh. Did you honestly think those weapons would stop him? Yes, you could do some serious damage but he could have you down on the ground and disarmed before you could even think of harming him.

But... Daniel sighed, and held up his hands. His usually soft features seemed far more sinister than you originally thought, especially now that there was blood blue dripping down his face, or that dark look in those soft blue eyes of his. It scared you.

“Well....” Daniel asked, wiping away some of the blood from his face. “What now?”

Swallowing thickly you looked around the room, searching for your phone. Seeing it nowhere you looked to Daniel, thinking of what to say as to not antagonize him further than he clearly was. What was that? You wondered had he somehow deviated or perhaps some weird malfunction?

Taking a few steps back you wondered if you should make a run for it and find away to contact Gavin?

“I-I’m sorry...” Daniel said, after a while.

You looked to him, that dark look long gone, in its stead was a look of guilt, one that made your heart twinge. “I-I don’t know what came over me...”

You continued to listen.

“I think there is something wrong with my hardware. Or something in my systems.” He provided.

Blinking a few times you looked at him, the part of him that had pinned you to the counter and practically forced himself on you was gone, leaving behind the stoic, emotionless android you were familiar with. Could what he be saying be true? Wracking you mind you try to think about it, trying to remember what you had read about other people in circumstances like this. Sure, you had heard stories about people be assaulted by their androids and having their androids up and leave. But this... this would be something new.

“W-well if that’s the case maybe we should take you to the Cyberlife store to get you fixed.” You suggested.

Nodding Daniel moved to grab himself a towel, to wipe away the access blood while you moved back to the kitchen. Trying to think of how you were going to explain it to the tech guys at the cyberlife store.

“Hi, my Android just tried to mount me in my kitchen, can you please fix it?”

You shuddered when you imagined how they would look at you, probably like you’re crazy or something. Shaking your head you opted to just tell them that there was a slight problem with Daniel and that was it. They didn’t need to know details, right?

Nodding to yourself you went back to cooking dinner, the incident between you and your android soon forgotten.

At least to you. Daniel on the other hand wanted more...

Tossing the soiled towel in the dirty laundry, he replayed that moment over and over in his head as he worked on repairing himself. Despite telling himself that he would need to wait but now...now he couldn’t he wanted you, he needed more.

That was when a thought popped into his head, he would have you tonight he just needed... Turning around he began to rummage through your medicine cabinet. laughing quietly to himself when he spotted the perfect thing. Sleeping pills.

Quickly stuffing them in his pocket he left the bathroom and made his way to the living room. Now all he had to do was wait until you relaxed that was when he would offer to make you your usual drink. Which you would accept without question, thought little did you know was that it would be laced with sleeping pills.

Nodding to himself he went about with his usual evening duties, not even acknowledging you as you occasionally glance in his direction. He smiled to himself, his previous actions still had a you a little jumpy. No matter he was going to do far worst to you in the next few hours.

And finally his patience paid off, around nine you had asked him to make you a drink to cap off the night. Nodding he offered you another smile, and busied himself with doing as he was told, the sleeping pills he had swiped in his pocket. Casting a glance in your direction he was pleased to see that you were immersed in your book and paid him no heed.

Humming to himself he gave you your spiked drink, placing it down on the coaster before you. Casting him a look you took the drink and took a sip, you eyes glued on Daniel, who had moved to a safe distance, his eyes never leaving you.

As he watched you down your drink he was unable to keep the smile from his face as the sleeping pills worked their magic. Watching as your eyes drooped, and you let out a moan.

“What...what...?” you slurred, the empty glass slipping from your grasp as you struggled to your feet. “Daniel, did you?” you managed, turning your gaze to Daniel, who moved towards you.

Taking you in his arms he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t worry,” he assured you, as he carried you bridal style towards your room. Doing so he kicked your door closed, and gently placed you on your bed as sleep took you.

Chuckling to himself Daniel looked down at your prone form, relishing how helpless you looked before him. If only you knew what he planned to do to you this night. Smiling again he busied himself with undressing you, saving the image of you clad in your underwear to his memory for later viewing. Hell, he thought darkly maybe any images he would save he’d send to you friends?

How would you react to that? How would that mongrel react? Your mom, your friends? Smiling he imagined how you react if they found the pictures of you so helpless. Shame etched on your face as they were out there for the world to see, cheeks flushed, he wondered what’d you say?

Shaking those images from his head he removed his own clothes, remaining clad in his underwear he hovered over you. Time to have some fun...

#Sorry that there is a whole lot of nothing for the first while.#I like adding build up to my chapters #hence why they are so long sometimes.#tw drugging #Daniel getting creepier before things go to hell.#Non-con kissing

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melodramaticfanatic-blog · 5 years

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Fic Recommendations

Since my own writing is

right now, I thought I’d put out some things I’ve been reading while waiting for my emotional and creative processes to get their shit together. (And yeah, they’re mostly Bucky. I regret nothing.)

If You Leave Me Now from @sugardaddysebby - Summary: You realized your marriage with your husband Henry had run its course when you discovered his various love affairs. You wanted to leave him but not without giving Henry a little taste of his own medicine involving his preferred mechanic Sebastian. Pairings: mechanic!Sebastian x reader, rich husband!Henry x reader - This is SO GOOD. Mechanic!Seb is such a mood. Smut involved

Let Me Love You Another from @sugardaddysebby - Summary: Working as a waitress in New York doesn’t really pay the bills. One of the regulars has grown fond of you and wants to help you monetarily. He’s not from that side of town, more of the upper east side, and more importantly, he wants to be your sugar daddy. Pairing: SugarDaddy!Sebastian Stan x Reader - Another that is SO GOOD...with more smut 😁

Fly Me to the Moon from @jaamesbbarnes - Pairing: Pilot!Bucky Barnes x Stewardess!Plus Size!Reader Summary: When you signed up to be a Flight Attendant, you thought that the worst things you could hear were comments about your weight that doesn’t fit standards. But you had no idea that the worst part of your job would be Bucky Barnes, his charming ways and his knowledge for your sweet tooth. Warning(s): Fluff, teasing, slight mention of eating disorders and self-depreciation, language, mention of sex. - I can’t even with this series and it just started! 😍 Protective pilot Bucky is everything I didn’t know I needed

Curves and Edges another by @jaamesbbarnes - Pairing : Lance Tucker x Plus size gymnast reader Summary: In desperate need to blow off some steam after work but too broke to afford proper advanced classes, you ask your gymnast friend if you can practice aerial silks at the gym she goes to. Little did you know her infamous coach Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker would also make your life a living hell. Warnings: fat shaming, language, Lance being his dick self, teasing, usual mutual pining, and maybe definitely smut at some point 😉 - I am a ho for some Lance Tucker despite his being a huge dick...and this was dick Lance at his best

His Best Girl from @stuckydealer - Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Bucky Barnes was a man that grew up with very little, so when his bank account suddenly had more digits than he’d ever imagined, he didn’t know what to do with it. Until you. - Sugar daddy Bucky has now become my relationship goal. This is a work of art and I’m addicted despite there only being a prologue and 1 chapter so far.

Espresso from @whyisbuckyso - Summary: In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected. - The nickname, the pining, the dates!! This series is EVERYTHING! Plus I am dying to know what’s on the cups!?!?

Everything has Changed by @buckyywiththegoodhair - In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner. - This series yanks my heart out of my chest and feeds it to me and I’m just like...yes, thank you. More please.

Make Me Believe from @imhereforbvcky (which won’t tag for some reason) - Summary: You keep meeting Bucky Barnes in unexpected places around campus and he keeps acting like you know each other, like you’re dating. As your friendship grows, you find yourself wishing he’d do more than pretend. - He can pretend we’re dating anytime.

Tripping for You from @bloodiedskirtts - Summary: It’s Y/N’s sophmore year of college, and she’s never had a boyfriend before. But all that will change when her best friend Steve finds out about her crush on him. Determined to prove she doesn’t care for him, bad boy Bucky Barnes comes up with a genius plan. To prove she’s over Steve and he’s not “pussy whipped”. Warning: Fake Dating, Angst, Smut in some chapters so 18+. The NSFW chapters will be marked with an * A/N: Based on the book/film To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before - I read this before seeing To All The Boy’s I’ve Loved Before and tbh I liked this better 😝

The Avengers Read Thirst Tweets from @bucketbarneslove - Summary: The Avengers were told that doing this video would be good press, but considering that Peter Parker is the only one who has actually read a thirst tweet before, most of them are in way over their heads.Warnings: Some mostly tame thirst tweets, occasional swearing - Some of the funniest shit I’ve ever read. It captures everyone PERFECTLY

Master list of @propertyofpoeandbucky - I’m just gonna give you the whole enchilada on this one cause I’ve read basically the whole thing. Though I will point out In Front of the Camera as that is going on currently and is AMAZEBALLS

Break a Leg from @sunshines-fics-legit - SUMMARY: When Y/N is running late for an interview for her dream job, she runs into none other than Chris Evans (literally). After some brief moments of panic, and one ruined shirt later, he manages to help her through the ordeal. Although, not before someone at the company she’s interviewing for recognizes him and alerts the staff he’s there. With you. After Y/N gets the job due to this misunderstanding, Chris decides to take on a role at the company to keep the charade going. Friendship, general hijinx, and even a little romance ensues. - Cute Chris Evans is cute. I like it a lot (in Dumb and Dumber voice)

Love Retreat by @captainrogerss - Summary: When you’re invited to a couples’ retreat at work, you say yes to avoid further embarrassment, despite being tragically single. When you tell your friends about the situation you’re stuck in, Bucky comes to the rescue, offering to pretend to be your boyfriend and also have himself a free vacation to the Cayman Islands. (Fake Dating AU) - So I might, maybe, have a little thing for fake dating? BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD

Soap Dish by @buckyforbreakfast - Pairing: Bucky Barnes x ReaderSummary: You thought Bucky just had a thing for your soap, turns out he just had a thing for you.Warnings: nudity, bathing together, language - It’s too cute. I can’t handle it

Helping Hand(s) from @becaamm - Summary: You and Bucky had been sharing a room since the two of you got into college, and he knew more about you than you’d let people on. That included a bit of your sexual life - or, more accurately, the lack of it. When you can’t reach your orgasm alone, he offers you a pair of helping hands. Warnings: Alternate Universe – College/University, Roommates, Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk - The kind of friend every girl needs really.

Lance Tucker’s Sex Coaching by @lancefvcker (also won’t tag) - Summary: After your only ever boyfriend decides its time to call it quits, you’re very reluctant to get back out into the dating game. Especially with your inexperience in the bedroom. But when your roommate and best friend Lance Tucker offers you sex lessons, who are you to deny such an opportunity? Warnings: Very NSFW (duh?) - I don’t know what to say beyond DAMN!

Fight For You by @revengingbarnes - Brooklyn, New York. At the annual local boxing championship, Y/N is the leading medical specialist on call. It’s a whole new environment, and despite the drastic change, she loves it. Bucky Barnes is the reigning boxing champion of Brooklyn. Virtually undefeated, this tattoo artist by day, boxer by night is someone that is now fighting his way into Y/N’s head. And she’s helpless in front of his winning streak. Pairing: Boxer!Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader - I just... UGH!! 😍

There’s about a million others that I can’t think of or find right now so don’t be surprised if I get around to posting more suggestions. Go read!!

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xwndwmns-kept-boy-toy · 4 years

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Christmas Surprise

Who: @wndwmn

What: Diana gets an unexpected gift from the past.

When: Christmas

Where: The museum

Triggers: Nope!

Steve: "Owww..."

Steve groaned, one hand clutching his head and the other wrapped around his middle. He had never had a headache this bad in his life. Every time he tried to open his eyes pain lanced from his retinas to the back of his skull and when he forced them all the way open the intensity of the pain ripped a roar out of Steve's chest. It sounded like a wounded animal rather than a human being, so loud it echoed against the walls of...wherever he was.

While it had been painful as all hell forcing his eyes open had either desensitized them or overloaded the pain receptors, or something. He just knew that after he blinked a couple times the bright white faded away and he was slowly able to make out the details of where he was.

He was on a plane.

Well, shit.

The last time he'd been on a plane hadn't ended well for him. Moving slowly, because his head still hurt Steve sat up into a sitting position. Looking down at himself he frowned. Why was he naked? And covered in smears of…clay? Rubbing his hands over his face he was about to make a frustrated sound but feeling hair against his palms he froze, fingertips sliding down to his cheeks. When the hell did he grow a beard? This was…this was all wrong. Where was Diana? This seemed like the kind of thing that Diana would understand better than he would.

Like the whole…Ares thing. Which was still strange, but whatever. He had seen what Diana could do, and more than that he trusted her, so if she said it was true, then it was true.

Still disoriented from his headache and subsequent discoveries Steve wasn't paying nearly as much attention as he should've been to where he was putting his feet. Which was unfortunate, because as he pushed himself up he took a step backwards…into empty air. Surprise had him yelling as he fell, arms pinwheeling comically, and when he crashed down on a 'Captain America' mannequin that had been displaying his uniform from WWI Steve groaned, having landed on his back, all the air punched out of him.

"Owww…"

Diana: It was a late shift, but only by Diana's own doing. She had been in a foul mood all day - its catalyst remained unknown - and she couldn't bring it in herself to go home just yet. There were a few filing needs to be done that could have waited until morning, could have waited until the end of the week really, but Diana wanted to see it done.

Her eyes had begun to feel heavy, eyelids hanging low behind half mooned glasses perched upon the tip of her nose. She set them aside and rubbed her eyes. It was late. But still, she didn't necessarily want to go back to her apartment. So, she took a walk instead. Her heels clicked throughout the tiled hallways, their sounds echoing tremendously through the museum. Aside from the security guards, she was the only one inside. Or so she thought. A sound caught her attention, one heading from the WWI section of the wing. With a frown and brow set, Diana headed in that direction, eyes focused for any potential adversary.

The room remained lit and bright with light - it had been cleaned recently, which was evident by the 'wet floor signs' that remained and the smell of floor cleaner. Diana noted a figure by one of the exhibits; she clenched a fist. "I know you're there; state your name." She called out as she took a few steps forward, though remained a safe distance away just in case. She didn't have her lasso on her, nor her shield.

Steve: Lying on top of the mannequin version of Steve Rogers, Steve did a self-catalogue to check for injuries...and was surprised when he didn’t find any. That fall must’ve been fifteen feet at least, the exhibit set up in a room with high ceilings specifically to accommodate the replica of the Valkyrie, and yet, except for getting the air knocked out of him Steve was fine.

Yeah, something’s definitely off.

Laid out on the ground still Steve heard heels against tile well before the woman walked into the room, his brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what the sound was. But then he heard her voice and relief flooded him. Diana was alive, she had made it through the fight and whatever else had come after that. He had been trying not to think about how worried about her he’d been, very aware that she could protect herself, but his instinct was to keep her safe and instinct wasn’t logical.

Another groan escaped Steve as he pushed himself up into more of a sitting position with one hand, his other pushing his hair out of his face, looking a lot like a confused puppy. ”It’s me, Diana. Not sure how I got here though...wherever here is.”

Diana: It had been decades since she had heard that voice last and she had missed it every minute. She knew the waves of his inflections and the warm tones that danced with his words. She knew him by smell alone. But that didn't ease her surprise when she heard Steve's voice ring out. It was him.

Diana's brows knitted down as she rounded parts of the exhibit to reach where Steve lay upon the floor, naked and dirty. "Steve..." came her breath as she looked down upon him, surprised at what her eyes were seeing. She lowered to her knees slowly, unsure, and reached out a tentative hand. "Is it you?" Her hand just barely rested on his cheek; his beard felt foreign beneath her palm. But it suited him.

Steve: As Diana came into view Steve couldn’t help the way he smiled, wide and warm, blue eyes full of love. She was beautiful as ever. He wasn’t sure what she was wearing, but she looked amazing, but then she always did.

Diana’s touch against his cheek was electric, literally, a spark jumping between his skin and her fingertips, but he was too distracted by the woman in front of him to think of it as anything other than a bit of static shock. Reaching up he covered her hand with his own, turning his face towards her touch at the same time so that he could press a kiss to the centre of her palm. God, she smelled good, how did she always smell so good? Turning his head back towards her so that blue eyes could meet brown.

”Of course it’s me, Diana.” The look on her face didn’t match up with his memories of the last time they saw each other, neither did what she was wearing. ”Last thing I remember is shooting the bombs, then....nothing, ‘til now.” He should probably be more worried than he was, but it was difficult when he was getting to see Diana again, after being so sure that he would die on that plane.

Diana: His gaze said everything he didn't, but she could feel the affection radiate from him, even before she touched his face. The spark wasn't lost on her; it shot through her hand and up her arm, but it was quick and lasted only a second. Her body relaxed completely when he kissed her hand and held her there.

She allowed herself to smile despite her continual wave of surprise. She heard his words but she couldn't bring herself to reply, not when all she could do was pull him close into her arms. She held him there in her embrace, ignoring the clay that spread to her clothes. A sigh escaped her. "I've missed you," came her response, finally, though it was quiet and full of emotion. She could feel tears prick her shut eyes. "I've missed you so much." It didn't matter to her how he came to be here, but she was forever grateful. Her heart was forever grateful.

Steve: ”Oh, okay.” Being pulled into her arms was a bit of a surprise, they hadn’t had very much time to discover just how demonstrative they were before he climbed into that plane. ”This is nice.” That was probably stupid to say out loud. He knew that, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much. He wasn’t dead, Diana didn’t seem to be upset with him, these were all good things. He didn’t hesitate to slide his arms around her in turn, hugging her close in a grip that would be far too tight if she were a mortal woman, Steve unaware of his strength.

Diana’s words broke his heart, the tone more than anything, and needing to comfort her despite his confusion (how long could he have been gone for?) Steve scooped her up and pulled her into his lap so that he could cradle her against his chest, holding her as close as he could. ”I’m here, love, and I’m not going anywhere.” He was pretty sure his military career was over after everything they did to try and end the war.

Diana: Diana uttered a breath of a quiet laugh at his comment; this was nice. She thought she'd carry him with her forever, and she had accepted that a long time ago, but now that he was here - well, she wouldn't complain. This was nicer than anything she could have imagined.

After a moment of enjoying his arms around her, Diana sighed and pulled back enough to search his face. She touched his beard again before her eyes met his. "There's nothing else that you can remember? Nothing after the plane?" She asked; the memories of that moment flashed in her mind. Her breath hitched in her throat when she visualized the aircraft exploding in the sky. She could remember the pain she felt.

"You were dead, Steve. We all thought you were dead." Diana swallowed and turned to look at the small clock above the entryway to that part of the exhibit. "Come on, my office is not too far from here. I need to find you something to wear." She suggested as she started to remove herself from the comfort of his embrace and stand.

Steve: Steve’s brow furrowed as he thought back again. He remembered them arguing, him insisting that it had to be him because she was the one who could save the world, and she couldn’t save the world if she went up in that plane. He remembered how desperately he wanted to kiss her, but knowing they didn’t have the time for that. Remembered giving her his father’s watch and telling her that he loved her, because he hadn’t had the chance the night they had spent together and he needed her to know that she had claimed his heart for her and her alone. And then he remembered running after the plane that he knew would be the death of him.

He shook his head with a sigh. ”The last thing I remember is blowing up the plane, and then I was waking up on a different plane.” Glancing around the exhibit he looked confused as he focused on her. It wasn’t hard to figure out they were in a museum, he’d always been more intelligent than most gave him credit for, but he was confused about the exhibit they seemed to be in. ”Why did Rogers get his own exhibit? Did you get an exhibit? You should have an exhibit.” If Captain America got a whole room then Diana certainly deserved one for everything she did during the war.

He was distracted from the issue of gender inequality amongst superheroes by the news that, apparently, he had died. Well. That was disheartening. His face fell, unable to help it. He had been wondering how he survived the explosion that must have come after he shot the bombs, but it looked like the answer was: he hadn’t. Being told to follow Diana he listened, releasing her so she could stand up before he followed suit. But, mention of finding him something to wear gave the spy pause, Steve looking down at the broken mannequin parts strewn about. His fall had destroyed the mannequin, but the uniform was still intact and with the mannequin in pieces it wasn’t hard to strip down until Steve was standing there Cap’s uniform in hand holding it up as a solution to the clothes problem. ”I don’t think Rogers would mind.” They were nearly the same size (height wise at least, no one had muscles like Rogers), it’d probably fit.

Diana: Diana could only nod at Steve's further explanation; it was fine that he couldn't remember what happened. She was used to that - Bucky didn't remember much of her from the war, but she didn't hold that against him. She had to do the same with Steve, otherwise she'd be a hypocrite. At his question, Diana had to smile softly. "I couldn't tell you. I'll bring your suggestion to the other board members, though." She offered, her smile spreading just slightly.

She lifted a brow at his suggestion and gave the uniform a once over. "It might fit. You're lucky I can just ask Rogers for a replacement, otherwise I'd have to say no to you wearing it." She nodded and turned just slightly so she could give him a little privacy. "We have a few minutes before the guard comes down this hallway."

Steve: Steve managed a smirk as he gave the uniform a once over. ”Oh, I wouldn’t want to keep it. This thing just screams ‘I’m important, shoot me.’” And that wasn’t bad for people like Diana and Rogers, it was their job to be in the spotlight, to keep the enemy’s attention so that people like Steve could sneak around unnoticed and get things done that would otherwise be impossible. Luckily, he wasn’t currently being shot at, so he didn’t have any qualms with tugging the uniform on (having enough respect for Rogers to get as much as the clay off of him as he could first so that he didn’t dirty the uniform more than he had to).

Once it was on Steve was surprised at how well it fit, it wasn’t perfect, because Rogers was bulkier than he was, but it didn’t look awful, or at least he hoped not. ”How do I look?” Putting his hands on his hips he struck the classic ‘Captain America’ pose Rogers had on all the recruitment posters, a playful smirk on his lips.

Diana: His question indicated that it was okay for Diana to fully look him over, which she did, and smiled at the sight of him in the suit. It didn't look half bad, definitely better than anyone else would be able to wear. She tilted her head slightly and gave him a once over, "I think you look distinguished. Too bad it's not a perfect fit."

Diana then gestured with a hand and started in the direction of her office. "Come on. I have a lot that we need to discuss. And don't worry about the mess. I'll have it taken care of."

Steve: Steve chuckled, hands dropping to hang loosely at his sides. ”I think that’s the first time anyone’s called me distinguished.” He’d been called distinguished while he was undercover, but that didn’t count, not really.

Following after her Steve looked around the museum as they walked through it. Some of it was what he expected to see, the same kind of things he’d seen at museums in the past, but some things...some things were just really strange. He was starting to get that feeling in the pit of his stomach he got when he knew he was about to hear news he didn’t like.

Diana: Diana's smile could only grow. A familiar warmth grew in her, an affection there that she hadn't felt in many, many years. There were people that she adored, cared for, needed, but not like this. Never like this.

She opened the office door for him when they reached it and locked it behind them. She suddenly became overly aware of the memories that littered her office - in her desk and on the shelves surrounding. Diana wrung her hands together before she turned to face him, her smile soft but wary. "I think you should sit down for this."

Steve: As much as Steve was looking around the museum he was spending just as much time looking back at Diana. She was beautiful, but that was not surprising, she’d claimed the title of ‘most beautiful woman he’d ever seen’ the moment he opened his eyes on that beach and there’d been no risk of her losing it. But more than her beauty he could see that time had passed since they’d seen each other last. She hadn’t aged a day, but it was in the way she held herself, the way she moved, and just the general air about her. She’d lived a life that he hadn’t been there for, and he hated that he’d missed sharing those moments with her, but the world had been at stake and he’d done what he had to do so that she could save it.

Stepping into her office he looked around, fascinated by all the pictures and mementos. Before he really realised it he was walking around the edge of the office, looking at the pictures and things. He had just gotten to her desk when she suggested he sit, but then he was distracted by the picture he saw. ”Hey, I remember this.” He picked up the picture, confused a little by the weight of it, but he was more distracted by the content of picture. ”This was a good day.” It was after they had liberated the town, but before the Nazi’s had gassed it. The same day they had spent their single night together.

Setting the photo back down blue eyes were warm as they looked up at Diana, Steve circling around her desk to approach and stop in front of her, his hands lifting to cup her face. ”What if I don’t want to sit?” What if he didn’t want to know? He knew he had to know, whatever it was it was going to be important, he could tell by the look on her face. But that same look told him that once he knew everything things were going to start happening and they might not get another quiet moment.

Diana: The photo that Steve picked up was her most cherished possession and she inwardly tensed, but the realization that the person she'd miss if the photo were to shatter was the one who was holding it. Her shoulders relaxed then and she offered him a smile. She nodded in agreement. "It was one of my favorites."

His hands on her face were warm; she had to resist the urge to close her eyes at his touch. She gave him a sympathetic look, her brows furrowed slightly and smile at her lips. "You don't have to sit if you don't want to. It's heavily implied that you should anyway." Her voice was gentle as she lifted her hands to rest over Steve's.

Steve: Steve couldn’t help the way he laughed, the sound soft. Of course she wouldn’t let him avoid what needed to be done. It was one of the things he loved about her, her determination and resilience. Sighing, a smile on his lips he leaned down, eyes slipping closed, so that his forehead rested against hers for a long moment.

”Alright, Diana, I’ll sit.” Baby blues fluttered open and then he was stroking her cheeks with his thumbs before he released her, hands slipping away as he moved to sit in the closest chair, eyes never leaving her.

Diana: Everything went still when his forehead rested against hers. With his eyes closed and hers followed suit, the room got quiet. It felt as if the world stopped. She stopped breathing in that moment, though his voice roused her from whatever trance he had put on her.

She swallowed but nodded. Immediately she missed his touch even though he was a mere couple of feet away. Diana leaned against the edge of the desk with her hands clasped together in front of her. She gave him a smile, a silent thanks; she thought that this might be better.

"One hundred years," she came out with. "That's how long's it's been..."

Steve: He had wanted one last quiet moment with her, and he was glad that he had taken that moment when finally told him just when he was.

’One hundred years’

For a long time he just stared at her, her words echoing in his ears. His mind was having difficulty wrapping around the concept that a century had gone by while he was dead. Finally he managed words. ”A century?” As he spoke all the lights in the room flickered, Steve not realising that his emotional state was affecting them. ”I....how?!”** Another flicker, this one a bit faster than the last to match the way his voice raised in pitch as he pushed down the mild feeling of panic. If a century went by then...then everyone he knew was dead. Except for Diana, obviously.

Suddenly glad he had listened to her and was sitting down Steve slumped back against the chair, the look on his face a little dazed.

Diana: Diana could feel the panic grow within him as if it were palpable. She could also feel the energy that danced quickly through the air; it set her hairs on end. It felt like static, but it was strong. He had the strength to utter a few words, but she couldn't answer his questions. She didn't know how. She know how he had managed to come back after that long. She didn't know how he was alive.

Diana pushed off the desk and lowered to kneel in front of Steve. She took his hands in hers. "Steve..." she swallowed. "I do not know how you're here. But it's a miracle nonetheless." She didn't want to feel selfish about this, but her heart soared.

Steve: Steve didn’t see Diana approaching or kneeling in front of him, too distracted by the sheer amount of time he’d been dead. He did feel her hands cover his and that drew his gaze, the man trying to focus on what she was saying. A miracle....well, that was a word for it.

While he might not be sure how he felt about being back from the dead after a century, he did know how he felt about being back with Diana, and his expression softened as their eyes met. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in this new century, but there was one thing he knew hadn’t changed since his day, and he had been wanting to kiss Diana since before he got on that damn plane.

Freeing one hand from hers he lifted it and slid it into her hair, drawing he up as he leaned in. He moved slowly, giving her time to stop him, and when she didn’t he fit his lips to hers in a tender kiss. He just barely got the taste of her on his lips when tiny lightning bolts sparked between their lips, Steve jerking back with a yelp, more from the surprise of the strength of the shock than it actually hurting.

”Christ! Is that new?”** He didn’t remember that happening the last time they kissed.

Diana: She smiled when he lifted a hand to the side of her head; she did miss the feeling of his hand in her hair. While it was a surprise, it was wasn't completely unwarranted. It had been a long time since either had seen the other. She still loved him immensely.

The kiss left much to be desired as the pair was interrupted by the shock that sparked between their lips. Diana pressed her fingertips to her mouth as she sat back and frowned; the pain didn't linger, but it was definitely a confusing moment for her. She hadn't exactly been with anyone since Steve, and she also knew her powers had strengthened since then. Could it be her?

"I don't know. That is not the first time I have felt that same energy since finding you."

Steve: Steve’s brow furrowed as she pointed out that she’d felt the same energy before. His mind was reeling, going over all the facts available to him. 1) He’d been dead for a century, but was now, somehow, alive 2) he had woken up naked and covered in clay 3) he had fallen twenty feet onto a hard floor and wasn’t even sore 4) he was, apparently, sparking electricity left and right.

It was the clay that was sticking with him, Steve reaching out to rub his thumb against the shoulder of Diana’s shirt where some of the clay that had been on him had smeared. ”Diana...how did you say you were born?” He remembered her telling him a story on that tiny boat they’d taken off her island, but he needed her to say the words, because if he said them they’d sound crazy.

Diana: Diana wasn't entirely sure where Steve was going with that, but she recounted the story to him: of how her mother created her out of clay and prayed to Zeus that he would give her a real baby. He had given her her wish, of course, but with a stipulation.

After she reiterated the story to him, she frowned and pursed her lips. "I don't know how that would be possible..." Diana admitted, unsure as to how a new form would have the same personality as the original Steve Trevor.

Steve: At some point during her story Steve had slipped off his chair to sit next to her on the ground, his back resting against the front of her desk. Yeah, the story was just about how he remembered her telling it to him, and it sounded just as crazy as he remembered it sounding the first time. Clearly, it must have happened because Diana was here and she was by no means a normal woman, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sound any less crazy.

Looking over at her when she finished he laughed dryly, and then he was reaching out to slip his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together. ”Diana, how is any of this possible?” He was just a man (until proven otherwise he refused to think of himself as anything else), matters such as these were far beyond his scope of understanding. ”But I’m here after...everything, and I fell out of that plane and walked away without a scratch and, apparently, I’m throwing sparks left and right. I can’t explain that any other way.”

Diana: The power that hummed around Steve was undeniable. She’d felt it earlier on, when she’d first found him sprawled out on the floor, but it hadn’t alerted any flags. Not until now. She was surprised that he took this so well, after all things considering, but human men tended to surprise her. They were full of will and hope; it made her decision to be the world’s protector all the more easier. It was worth it. They were worth it.

When Steve interlaced their fingers and held her hand close to him, Diana smiled. She’d missed this. She’d missed the honesty behind his eyes, missed the understanding of his lips and the loyalty that came with the planes of his face. She’d missed his golden halo and the roughness of his palms against hers. Whatever was going on with him, whatever was happening, she’d help him to figure it out. They’d do it, together. Diana gave his hand a gentle squeeze. She didn’t want it explained; she was just grateful that he was here again. “I... Maybe. There are still many things that we do not understand about the world. I suppose it is possible...”

She shook her head. “You’re here now... That’s all that matters.”

Steve: If Steve was being one-hundred percent honest with himself he would admit that he wasn’t taking this nearly as well as he was projecting outwardly, but it wouldn’t do either of them any good if he were to panic and deny what was going on. He could do that on the inside all he wanted, but ‘keep calm and carry on’ was a motto he had taken to heart, despite not being English. Focusing on the facts helped to keep him steady, he wasn’t the type of man to go off on fantastic flights of fancy, never having believed in gods and goddesses and all of that until he met Diana.

The squeeze of Diana’s hand was returned, Steve’s smile growing a little, his thumb stroking along hers. Being a spy had given him a particular skillset and one of those skills was knowing when someone wanted to drop a subject. It wasn’t as if figuring out the whys and wherefores tonight would change anything that had already happened, so Steve let it go. They’d return to it later if the need arose.

For a long moment they sat together, Steve leaning against Diana’s shoulder, their clasped hands resting against his bent knee. Eventually he had to speak because there was one problem that they couldn’t put off for very long. He actually began to chuckle before he laughed, the sound a little tired. ”So, I guess I’m out of a job.” He was assuming they won the war, because Diana was alive and well and she would have never let the war go on for a hundred years, and if they won the war there probably wasn’t a need for spies like him. ”And a house.” Even if they were in London he doubted his flat would be vacant.

Diana: Even though she didn't put too much precedence on figuring out how or why Steve was alive again, Diana was worried. There were many ways that someone could return to the world of the living - many held dark origins. Many dealt with devils and blood pacts and rituals and sacrifice. She didn't want Steve wrapped up anything like that. She didn't want him to have to owe anyone anything.

Diana turned her attention to Steve; they were inches apart. She could count the vivid blues that were his eyes. She'd have to remember them for later, just in case she'd have to miss them. She hoped not. "You can stay with me, but, and I'm sorry to have to do this," Diana stood then as she explained and reached into a drawer to procure her lasso. "I know you won't hold this against me." She needed to be sure. He looked like him, sounded like him, felt like him. But there were imposters everywhere. Diana didn't want her heart broken again.

Steve: The apology had his eyebrows arching slightly, not sure what was coming next, but when Diana moved to stand he released her hand so that he could stand up all the way. When the lasso came out it all made sense and he couldn’t help but grimace slightly, he remembered how much that thing hurt, and even when you told the truth it still wasn’t pleasant, but she was right, he didn’t hold it against her.

Pushing himself to his feet he moved to stand in front of her, and much like he did the last time he had to prove to her he was telling the truth about a promise he reached out, took the end of the lasso, and wrapped it several times around his wrist. He wasn’t going to force her to wrap him up in the lasso, wouldn’t put her through that. He would rather do it to himself.

As the golden lasso wrapped around his wrist it burned Steve gritting his teeth as he pushed the pain to the back of his mind. ”My name is Captain Steve Trevor. Pilot. American Expeditionary Forces. Serial number 8121941.” The heat of the lasso lessened since he was telling the truth making it slightly more bearable, but he didn’t remove lasso from around his wrist. ”Ask me anything you want, Diana.”

Diana: Diana didn't want to do it, but it was necessary for her safety. It was the smartest thing to do, the most sensible, and she could see om his face that Steve understood the gesture. She watched silently as he wrapped the lasso around himself, not waiting for her to even say anything. She supposed that he did know the drill by now.

That would have been a satisfying enough answer for her, but he had to urge further. Diana pressed her lips together and stepped close to him, her dark eyes searching his own gaze. "Before you boarded that plane, do you remember what you told me? When you handed me your father's watch. Do you remember?"

Steve: Blue eyes never left Diana for a moment as she stepped forwards. He wanted to reach for her, wanted to pull her close, bury his face in her hair, breathe her in, and forget that the rest of the world existed. Unfortunately, he knew he couldn’t do that, right now they were focusing on something more important that his wants.

When he told Diana to ask him anything he wasn’t expecting the question he was asked, and he couldn’t help the way his entire face softened, expression turning warm and full of fierce adoration. Taking a step forwards so that there was no space between them he reached up with his free hand and cradled her cheek in his palm. ”I love you.” The burning of the lasso around his wrist was forgotten, the world falling away from them as he stared into her eyes, marvelling at the woman who had claimed him, heart and soul, a century ago and carried him with her ever since. Staring into her eyes...it felt like coming home.

”I love you, Diana.”

Diana: When she heard it, she felt relief flood her. His willingness to prove his truth spoke volumes, but those three words broke something in her. She had missed him terribly through those years; not once did she falter, no matter how many times she wished she had. A century had passed and yet she still held a love for him that rivaled none else, and even as he stood before her now, that love remained unchanged.

At his confirmation, Diana unwound the lasso from his wrist with a swift move of her hand and pulled him in eagerly into her arms. She embraced him, warmly, with her eyes closed and an expression of pure repose adorned her face. He smelled just as she remembered, his warmth just the same as before. Part of her refused to let him go. “I love you, too,” she whispered as her hands clung to the old uniform he donned.

Steve: Steve went easily when he was pulled into Diana’s arms, his own wrapping around her in turn, and he was finally able to to bury his face in her thick, soft curls like he’d been wanting to since he saw her again. One hand was buried in her hair near his face, the other splayed against her back and he’d be supremely happy never letting go.

”I’m sorry I had to leave you.” He murmured the words through her hair into her ear, his eyes slipping closed. He wasn’t sorry that he chose to go on the plane, that had been the right decision, he couldn’t let those bombs anywhere near civilians. His only regret was that saving innocent lives had required him to leave her. It was something he would have never done if the choice were up to him. ”I’ll do my best not to do that again.” He couldn’t promise her that he never would leave her again, because if he were put in that same scenario he’d make the same decision. Millions of lives won out over the life of one man, even if that one man was him.

Diana: There was a worry that this wouldn't last. That this was nothing but an illusion of some kind; for now, she supposed, she could enjoy it. Not unless there was some imminent danger, but for the moment, while Steve was there with her, she'd enjoy it.

Diana shook her head and pulled back to look over Steve's face. She lifted a hand to cup one of his cheeks, her expression reassuring. "Don't be sorry. You had to do your duty, I understand that." It pained her, deeply, but she had been awfully proud of him when he did it. She still was. "Hopefully you won't get the chance to. At least, not when it comes to airplanes. I can fly," she finished, a smile breaking through towards the end.

Steve: Tilting his face towards her hand there was a smile on his lips. That was another thing he loved about her, that she understood his need to put duty above personal desire. If he'd had a choice of course he would've stayed with her, but he'd had no choice.

Being informed that she could fly had his lips curling into a smile, and then a grin as he shook his head. "Of course you can." Lifting his hand he cradled her cheek in his palm, leaning forwards so that he could brush the tip of his nose against hers, their lips ghosting against one another, but never quite touching. "May I?" After the last time he figured it couldn't hurt to ask before he attempted another kiss.

Diana: Diana's hand dropped from his cheek to his shoulder; the lass had been placed upon the desk. She adored this man with every fiber of her being. She had tried so many times not to, to forget him and move on with her life, but she always found her way back to him. And now he was here. She couldn't have asked for more.

The smallest chuckle escaped her at his retort. It was baffling to those not accustomed to seeing individuals with special abilities. Diana, flying? It didn't sound real. But to her it was real. It was her life. He'd have to learn it. Her breath stilled when she felt his lips brush just slightly against her own lips. She nodded, "yes."

Steve: Given permission to kiss her there was a smile on Steve's lips as he did just that, hand sliding back into her hair as he closed the last of the distance between them to press his lips against hers. This time there was no spark of lightning, only their natural chemistry, Steve's fingers curling in dark hair as he his eyes slid shut, his lips moving tenderly against hers.

Diana: It had been too long since she’d last kissed someone properly — kissed someone not because they were a friend or family, not because she just cared deeply for them or felt a strong urge of platonic love. She hadn’t kissed someone for just the love of it, for the affection and the tenderness. She’d missed this. Diana returned the gesture happily, though slowly and purposefully. She wanted to savor it, to take her time now that they had it. She didn’t want to waste a moment with him.

Steve: Steve may have been dead for a hundred years, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like they were picking up right where they left off, only this time they had the time to enjoy one another. For the moment he didn’t attempt to deepen the kiss, he didn’t want to get carried away here in her office, she deserved so much more than that.

By the time their lips parted he was drunk on the taste of her, humming as he pressed his cheek to hers. ”Do you have more work to do tonight?” It was soft, but not quite a whisper, Steve brushing a kiss against the soft skin under her ear before pressing forwards to breathe her in. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to go home with Diana so that he could hold her in his arms and make the most of this second chance they’d been given.

Diana: The kiss remained shallow, sweet, affectionate; she remembered the curve of his lips exceptionally well, but she was pleased that he hadn’t engaged her further. A work place was not the right setting for gallivanting, of any kind. Besides — a desk was not nearly as comfortable as a mattress.

Diana leaned into him and closed her eyes at the small kisses and touches he gave her along her skin; she was content. Blissfully content, something which she hadn’t felt in a long time. “I just have one more email to reply to,” she explained and pulled back so she could search his expression, “and then I am done for the day. It should take me no more than a minute.” Reluctantly, Diana removed her arms from around Steve and stepped back around the desk to wake up her laptop and maximize the email screen.

It took her little time to respond to the inquiry about a fundraiser and shut the machine down. She closed the laptop’s lid and slipped it into a brown leather messenger bag before she slung that over her shoulder. Her work keys jingled when she slipped her cell phone into her purse. She paused, then, as she was getting ready to leave for the day, to just stop and look at Steve. There was nothing but an adoration present in her gaze.

Steve: ”Alright.” He didn’t know what she meant by ‘email’, some sort of letter, maybe? But whatever it was he would wait, he’d wait until the end of the world for Diana Prince. He let her go as she drew away, but before she moved completely out of his arms he took her by the arm loosely, hand sliding down her forearm until he could catch her fingers, raising them to his lips so that he could brush a kiss over her knuckles before letting her go completely.

As she went to her desk Steve busied himself with looking at the various items on display on her shelves, focusing mainly on the photos, seeing what she had been up to since 1918. The sound of her fingers moving over keys reminded him vaguely of a typewriter, and it was something he wanted to ask about, but tomorrow. Tonight was for them, not for the million questions he’d inevitably have once he let himself think about the fact that a century had gone by.

The sound of keys and a bag being packed had Steve turning towards Diana, and as their eyes met his were full of affection and adoration. Moving to her side they didn’t need words, Steve stroking her cheek and tucking a stray curl behind her ear, his smile warm. He moved away then, but only so that he could open the door for her, waiting for her to pass before he followed after her, the door closing with a soft snick behind them.

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Heyy,, I don’t know if you’re taking writing prompts at all so if you’re not just discard this? I couldn’t help but wonder how the team would’ve reacted if Red hadn’t gotten to Lance in time in s7? Like how when Adam’s team was fighting and when they died their lines went red on screen, like that for Lance? Maybe some Shklance or Klance because I’m weak? Love your writing though!!!!

I am so sorry this took so long. Also, i chose Sklance cz i am weak too.

Hope you like this ❤ Ao3

Lance’s reunion with his family was so pure to the pointthat Shiro was afraid of his own envy. He secretly hoped for Adam’s presence,though they were not together anymore, to welcome him back to his home planetinstead of it being Iverson. Keith was standing next to him smiling fondly atthe Cuban boy. Sadness plagued his eyes if you knew where to look but wasultimately completely drowned with fondness towards their boyfriend.

Lance had spoken for hours on end about his family and howmuch he missed them. The other two males having come from a much smallerfamilies and could do nothing to relate but gladly offered an ear to theirthird partner. Looking at him now, how much his family cried over their lostmember and how much emotion was displayed infront of them, they were thankingthe heavens for every second Lance was able to avoid death.

The Sendak incident, the Sven incident, the… Omega Shieldincident.

There had been way too many times where it seemed like Lancewas cursed to get hurt, which made their anxiety over their lover’s possibledemise weigh over them, keeping them up at night. They’ve talked about it, whenLance would have his headphones on and loud to calm his thoughts and soothe himto sleep when not even Shiro and Keith can help, on what they would do or howthey would react. How the universe was intent on throwing hardships at Lanceevery step of the way.

They could never fully imagine.

Not even during the omega shield incident, neither of themwere really there. They found out long after it happened and were alwayssoothed by Lance that he was fine and that it didn’t have any lasting effect onhim. Of course, the two black paladins still insisted he took things slowerthan usual and not jump into things head on. Keith’s two years of maturitytrumping Lance’s argument that hot-headedness was Keith’s thing.

After Hunk settled in his given room, Pidge left with herfamily and the Alteans were given their own double suite. Shiro asked commanderabout his old quarters considering he used to be a high ranking pilot.

“The one you shared with Captain Adam.” Iverson looked atShiro with unreadable eyes. He thought he saw sadness but dismissed it as atrick of lighting.

“Yeah… I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind if I crashed withhim for a while. It was my apartment too.”

The older male looked at the other two males in the roombefore training his gaze back at Shiro.

“You might want to sit down for this.”

Keith and Lance each stood next to a shoulder showing theirfull support to their partner no matter what. After Iverson delivered the news,Shiro stared at his hands for a few seconds before droplets of salty tearsfell, staining his pants. He didn’t realize he was crying until his upper kneearea was completely soaked. Lance sat down next to Shiro and held him into hischest as sobs rattled his entire body.

Despair and hopeless shocked hissystem. He knew this was a military base and death was inevitable as someonewho signed up for this. But he never thought it would be so soon for hisex-lover. It brought back his small pinches of fear towards his current lovers,so he reached for Keith and brought him down to their level and held him close.He wanted to be surrounded by as much of them as possible. He needed to feeltheir heartbeats against him, even if faint. He will do whatever he can to keepthem safe.

After deciding to split up for the 6 bases, the Voltron teamand MFE pilots and Shiro stood to say their final thoughts to each other.

“Everyone keep your coms ready and open.” Shiro urged theyounger pilots. “I want to be able to hear everything and have the ability totalk to you no matter what, okay?”

A series of affirmatives rounded from everyone.

“So here is the full plan, again.” Shiro spent the next tenminutes revising the details to make sure things will go as smoothly aspossible. He couldn’t afford mistakes. These were the lives of his friends andlovers, not just his colleagues.

“Lastly, Lance.” Grey eyes met striking blue. “You andVeronica will go the one closest to here. She will drive you while you try toconnect with Red.”

“Do I have to go with Veronica?” Lance said, his voiceetching with concern and worry. Shiro understood what he must be going through.Lance had told them of his worries about his sister being a part of this, eventhough she was a Garrison officer long before he left Earth in the first place.

“Calm down, Lancelot!” She said smiling at her youngerbrother. Their dynamic was always so light-hearted but never lacked the seriousundertone. They both had mad respect for the other’s abilities in theirspecific forts.

“You can’t blame me for worrying.” Lance said defensively.

“I don’t. It’s sweet, but misplaced. We’ll be fine. Besides,according to my calculations, the other bases have a much higher chance ofbeing attacked due to the higher concentration of Galra camps surrounding them.So, this is going to be easy-peasy.”

Shiro stepped forward and put his hand of Lance’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I believe in you.”

Worry lines smoothed on his tanned face as he broke into agrin. Lance had shared with him what the clone had done and said to him. Hisself-esteem was shot to the ground and he was in a bad mental place. RealizingShiro was dead the whole time also gave him abandonment issues as he didn’tunderstand why Keith had left him for the Blade – which he later said was dueto his extremely poor hold on his emotions and believed that way he was helpingLance after their talk - and Shiro retuned with a colder, meaner attitude withno real explanation. He was extremely lonely and left with his thoughts. Itdidn’t end well.

It took the whole ride back to Earth to ease his mind andtry to fix what was broken between them. It worked for the most part.

They separated into their designated jets and car and tookoff.

Lance and Veronica were bickering about an old prank theyplayed a long time ago, James and Keith were adding jabs to see which one ofthe Cubans could actually be right and Pidge and Hunk were laughing ateverything as they knew what actually happened in that event, especially Hunkas he was there. Allura kept asking for clarifications on certain phrases thesiblings were using and were causing all this laughter; She wanted to take partas much as possible.

Shiro smiled fondly at their images on his screen. They werethe ones from back in the Garrison days, except for Allura who took a fastimage before the mission to add her to the database. Keith’s scar-less face andLance’s younger, softer features next to their frequencies was sendingbutterflies down his stomach as if he was fifteen again.

He missed this primal, innocentfeeling too much sometimes.

He signalled the Paladins when it was time for them to reachout for their lions. Keith and Allura gave their confirmations at the sametime, followed by Hunk and Pidge a few minutes later.

“Lance. Status?”

“Red’s not responding to me.”

Shiro’s wide eyes stared at the screen.

“What do you mean, he’s not responding? Are youconcentrating?”

“I am!”

“Well, keep trying!”

He ran to Coran’s screen to make sure of the surroundings oftheir car. He was so dependent that the Lions will respond to the Paladins thathe didn’t plan for back up in case they don’t respond.

The blinking light of an incoming ship was damning.

“Veronica, you have incoming. 6 o’clock.”

He heard her confirmation before he moved to Iverson demandingto know the fastest squad he could send in their direction.

A pained grunt filled his ears and then dual screamed beforecomplete silence. Everyone aboard the Atlas stared in horror at the screenshowing the images. Shiro couldn’t tear his eyes from Lance’s.

“Lance. Lance, come in.”

He could faintly hear the other’s panic induced worriedyells on the coms, but the blood pounding in his ears was getting too much. Hisbrain filtered only Keith’s voice.

“Shiro did his coms cut?”

It took him a minute before he found his voice again.

“No, he is still online.”

“Will I be able to make it in time?!”

Shiro didn’t comprehend what Keith had said before Iversonwas yelling at him to not change his location.

“We have to strike the bases at the same time, anyways. If Lancecan’t strike his, then what’s the point of this?” Keith yelled back.

“Keith. Stay where you are. We have to believe Lance isokay.” Shiro said calmly struggling to hide the internal panic from his voice.

A familiar groan draws his attention.

“Lance!”

“Yeah… I’m here.”

Shiro released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Shiro, Veronica’s hurt.” Lance’s voice was too small tocome out of the loud Cuban.

“Check on her first.”

Soldiers around Shiro looked at him. He knew asking asolider to check on his teammate before asking for a full status report waswrong. But he also knew Lance. If he asked him to put anything before hisfamily, and having to follow the order since Shiro is his superior, Lance wouldnever forgive him.

“She’s… She’s breathing.”

“That’s good. Now, give me a status report.”

“The car is in compete ruins, we are approximately 6.3 milesaway from destination, Veronica… she’s bleeding from her forehead and breathingshallowly.”

“And you?”

“Me?” it seemed to take him a while to answer. “I have atwisted-

Lance didn’t get to finish his sentence before he yelpedloudly as he was caught by surprise by whatever was around him.

“Coran?”

“There is not a thing on our radars.”

“Lance talk to me.”

“Galra… Ship.” Lance said between pained pants. A thunderous,roaring hit way too close to Lance.

“Lance try to get out of there!!”

“I am on my way.” Keith’s voice came out of nowhere. Wherethe hell was Red? He wanted to tell Keith to stay where he was for the mission,but couldn’t. He wanted him to reachLance and make sure their partner was okay, even if he was here… helpless.Again.

Another mechanical noise made it way, Lance was close totheir ruined car and was trying to start it despite his previous report. Aresounding metal on metal clunk goes on for some time before deafening silence.

“Lance…” Shiro’s voice was unsure and small.

“Baby…” His eye widened at the raw emotion in his voice.“Veronica is under… the bent hood of the car… she is probably concussed so gether medical attention straight away, okay?”

A tear makes its way down. Lance can’t give up. He can’t…

“I am sorry I couldn’t do more… I am sorry I didn’t finishthis mission, it was so so simple.” Shiro’s hands were shaking distractingly.His vision was starting to blur. Lance’s helplessness mirrored Shiro’s toomuch. Lance was not allowed to feel this helpless. He was powerful and loud andtoo big of a soul to be reduced to… this.

“LANCE! I AM ON THE WAY, PLEASE, BABY DON’T DO ANYTHING”

The background noise was getting progressively louder thanKeith’s shouts. The Galra ship was getting closer. The ex-black paladin heardthe charging sound of Lance’s blaster and knew he was preparing.

An ear splitting blast hit close to Lance causing a staticin his coms. He barely heard Lance groan before another hit his proximityagain. and again. Fire was raining on Lance and he couldn’t even get a visualon the situation.

He couldn’t decide whether that was good or bad.

A shocked gasp came from their communications before anothershrill and then silence. Awful, deafening, ear splitting silence. Everyoneseemed to be holding their breaths. Eyes stared at the screen, at the changedcolour infront of them.

Red.

Where Lance’s bright and colourful image was, a red aura wasupon it. Shiro was not oblivious or stupid; he knew what it meant. But never…in the past years would he have ever thought that he would lose Lance afterreaching Earth. It seemed like a cruel joke the universe was playing on him.

The fast moving blinking dot indicating Black stopped on thescreen.

“Please don’t… he can’t…”

And it might have been the broken sound in Keith’s voicethat released him from his shocked state; he was on the ground, on his knees,seconds later. His hands pulling at his hair as his physically felt himselflose part of his heart. The cracks of his mind were expanding, oozing away hissanity.

They were too late.

No amount of late night talks could have ever prepared himand Keith for the real thing.

I haven’t written a prompt in a while. Sorry if it was shit, blame it on the fact that i am a bit rusty.

Have y’all seen that S8 trailer?!

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Second Conversation - Lance

Eldarya New Era Words : 1437

Maturing means having to deal with people we don't like ... for now. I hope to continue translating these conversations and I hope you like it

#Eldarya conversaciones

Before dawn, those moments of intense darkness before the light bathes everything. The silence in the hallways was clear proof that everyone was asleep, until the sound of careful footsteps from someone in full armor was the first announcement of a new day. Three gentle knocks on the door of the last Aengel were enough to put the young woman on alert, she quickly noticed the lack of sun and imagined an urgency, but the surprise she was taken was the fact that Lance was on the other side. She looked at him strangely and it was evident in her face that she had not yet fully awakened, she seemed to doubt if he was really there or if she was still sleeping. After what seemed like an eternity of strange looks, Lance deigned to speak.

- Good morning Erika, I came to find you to train. -

The young woman narrowed her eyes suspiciously, she leaned out the door and looked in both directions, the corridor was deserted.

- What time is it? -

She asked sleepily.

- It's almost 4 am. -

- Almost 4am !? Are you crazy? -

- Then I'll go find Mathieu. -

- When the man was about to leave, Erika whispered to him under her breath. -

- Where? -

- Outside the C.G, by the gates. -

The young woman closed the door, got dressed and took the opportunity to see the time, barely 04:09, without knowing why she suspected that Lance had a reason for such "dedication." The tapping of her sword on her thigh was already an imperceptible sign of security, somehow being without "her" was like being "off duty" as if just by wearing it on her waist she was already prepared for everything, even when she wasn't.

She left the C.G and when she saw the calm she was glad for a moment to think that they all slept safely in their beds, her return did not imply more for her than a short nap that considerably reduced her underdeveloped combat skills, the future promised her incomparable power, but it was a bit disappointing and almost embarrassing to have to accept her current state. She used to think that her powers were like “winning the lottery”, while now her inability to use them felt like "losing the golden ticket", so she had put aside her pride a bit by appealing to maturity, one step was to accept Lance's training.

When crossing the doors it was still night so it was difficult for her to glimpse the Lance's figure a few meters from the door looking towards the coast, his posture was upright and imposing, resting his hands on his sword as if it were part of him. He turned towards her and watched her movement until she was in position, both with their weapons drawn and at a safe distance, Lance was the first to advance, he gave her time to move and defend herself, but Erika had her mind elsewhere, It took him less than half an hour to put her face down on the ground, Lance stopped and sighed.

- You're not very good under normal conditions, but you're so distracted now that I'm wasting my time. -

He stabbed his sword into the ground, expecting her to respond with her usual animosity, but nothing, for a moment it seemed like she was going to say something but Erika held back.

- Come on Erika, why don't you say what you're thinking so we can train? -

- Why did you look for me? You know I can train with Jamon, even with Matheiu. -

- Huang Hua said that a little "push" would be good for you. -

Erika was silent for a few moments, thoughtful, although she improved every day nothing seemed to be a sufficient advance, her memories of 7 years ago only increased her frustration, always in danger, always the one that has to be rescued, always in the infirmary, always on the edge…

- I didn't think that she… -

- Won't you tell me you're surprised that Huang Hua cares about you? I thought you would be used to it. -

- I'm not so sure lately. -

Lance returned to his fighting position, Erika immediately imitated him, this time it was she who charged towards him, the combat was taking more shape, it was evident that she was serious, when the sky began to clear Erika was at her peak of concentration and Lance had noticed, subtly raising the level with each blow, each step, until an intruder entered the scene, the girl was distracted and Lance used the opening to bring her down. She was slightly annoyed when she saw who it was, she managed to make out Matheiu's figure out of the corner of her eye before his opponent caught her eye.

- Concentrate, forget about the rest. -

Erika restrained herself from looking to the side, she stood up in a defensive posture, breathing deeply, tightening the grip of her sword with both hands and sliding her left heel across the floor to ensure the greatest possible momentum, she could see how Lance analyzed her every action. They continued fighting and Erika was surprised when she could understand Lance's peculiar way of teaching, unlike Jamon who gave her clear instructions and corrections, Lance didn't say a word, but she had already caught the rhythm, when she made a mistake in a posture or taking her sword, how to attack or dodge, Lance charged directly at her weaknesses. If her posture was wrong, he would attack first; otherwise, he would only defend himself until she made a mistake.

The first rays of the sun came accompanied by curious eyes that stopped to enthusiastically observe the spectacle of the couple, obviously keeping their distance and silence, Erika understood then why Lance had come to look for her so early.

- Does it happen often when you train? -

- Sometimes, although I suspect that you are the one who attracts the most attention. -

- Why? I thought you were the strongest in the C.G. -

- I am the most powerful of the C.G. -

- You may believe it, but I clearly remember the battle on the beach ... you're not that good. -

Erika sneered with an insolent humor at which Lance only smirked.

- That was an exception… -

- Oh yeah? And why would it be an exception? -

- Because you two set me up, you attacked me by surprise, 2 against 1, not forgetting that you caught me off guard. I thought that you're just a human. Don't worry, it won't happen again. -

Now it was he who made fun of her, they kept their swords clashing with intensity but without getting tired, Erika had not been wasting time since her awake, every day she made an effort to increase her resistance, her strength, agility,she learn from the lessons, she wasted almost no energy or made unnecessary movements and Lance squeezed his advances.

Erika still had the energy to continue when Lance stopped training, they had a day ahead and it was time to eat, and it was not a bad idea to maintain that feeling of vigor. They sheathed their weapons and walked together back to the C.G in complete silence, as they passed through the market, a young man stopped Lance to consult him on some mission. At that moment she felt him, she did not need to look for it in the crowd, she knew exactly where to look. Their eyes met, drawing a smile full of melancholy, she deliberately avoided thinking about him, there were too many painful emotions, thinking about him felt bad, he was like a stranger, but for some reason, none of that mattered, a small part inside her still loved him and hated herself for it.

Leiftan broke eye contact and his face tightened, he frowned slightly, or maybe she just felt it, she tried to follow Leiftan's gaze and stopped in her tracks when she noticed he was looking at Lance, they both seemed to challenge each other, Erika remembered the times she had seen them collide with each other, they never exchanged more than a few words, at least in her presence. They had a past together, they knew each other, if Leiftan had ever shown his true personality, without masks or deception, it was Lance. Betrayed by her thoughts and natural impulsiveness, she blurted out a question that should have stayed in her head.

- How did you meet him? -

Erika kept her gaze on the Aengel when her words landed, she turned to Lance who seemed like he couldn't believe what she had said, before he managed to stammer an excuse Erika fled in terror without saying anything else.

#eldarya #eldarya new era #eldarya fanfic #eldarya lance #lance #eldarya conversaciones #eldarya conversations

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stressedspidergirlsfandomblog · 5 years

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PT 15

(Citrus themed mentions no action, also more torture references)

Keith glances over at Shiro, gently nudges his leg, and then sighs when he realizes the other man is half asleep.

"You really are tired, huh?"

"I'm not exactly sleeping well," he points out, voice somehow dry while mumbling.

Keith shakes his head. "Does anything help?"

Shiro turns red, and shifts some, revealing the back of his neck and shells of his ears are red, too.

Knowing Shiro had 0 embarassment related to sleeping with Adam, Keith wonders what's got him riled up. "What?" He asks, leaning forward to poke Shiro's side. "C'mon. What helps?"

More or less using his heels against the carpet to push himself out of Keith's reach he makes a protest noise. 'Don't poke me.'

Keith just laughs and scoots closer to do it again. "You never get embarrassed. C'mon spill. Does Curtis heat you up some warm milk and tuck you in? Have special fuzzy jammies? What?"

Shiro shifts again, more or less choosing to roll over rather than get up. Another irritated noise that Keith has cornered him against the coffee table, he lightly presses his leg against Keith's chest to prevent him from getting closer.

"Weren't you ticklish right behind your knee?" Keith asks, catching his ankle before he can jerk away. Then again Shiro is still stupid strong and when Keith hangs on as Shiro jerks his leg, it tugs his entire body forward and off balance. Only Shiro, with 0 leverage, 1 arm, lying down, could do something like that. Immediately shifting he settles himself on top of Keith, pinning one arm to his side with his knees.

Trying to buck Shiro off without hurting him doesn't work. In that he can't seem to get him off and when he tries to use his arm Shiro catches it and pins that, too. They're more or less at a stalemate because Keith could probably break free if he wanted to. Presuming Shiro was willing to let him without taking his pound of flesh.

"Alright you win. I give up." He lightly taps the carpet as best he can.

Shiro stands up and settles on the couch instead.

"I was only asking because as long as it meant I didn't have to fuck you, I'd be willing to try it so you could get a nap."

Shiro turns red again. "We aren't there yet." For all he won't admit some of it is that so far his body isn't working right. He probably can't do that. Or at least enjoy it as much.

Keith pauses. "You and Adam put rabbits to shame." Sometimes anyway. Not school nights.

"He lost someone, too." Shiro looks at his hand, and puts it on his knee. "In the Invasion."

"Oh."

His lip quivers. "I can't imagine what he went through." Swallowing hard, he takes a breath. "His partner died buried under rubble before they could dig him out." He has no idea there's tears on his cheeks or that he's squeezing his knee so hard his whole hand is white. "Curtis tried to get him out. Kept digging even after he suffocated." His breathing hitches and his voice cracks. "He told me the doctors said there was no way, it wouldn't have mattered. He was already crushed from the rib cage down... They're not even sure how he survived long enough to call for help." Shiro doesn't realize he's shaking. "Curtis says he kept promising to dig him out, and saying he loved him, and that it'd be okay. He broke most of his fingers, shredded the skin so bad he needed grafts, and broke his forearm trying to shift the rubble. Inhaled a lot of smoke and dust, too." Sobbing softly, "I can't imagine anything worse... To be so close and not even know... To think there was hope and not get to say goodbye... " Releasing his leg he drags a hand over his face, surprised to find tears. "I couldn't survive that. I don't know how he gets out of bed every day."

Keith puts an arm around Shiro's shoulders. "Is he not ready to move on?" He asks, trying to be sympathetic. He has similar nightmares about his father burning alive. Trying to fight the fire and not making it in time. Now he wonders if he'll be digging, too.

"He is. He's over the man, if not the tragedy." Pinching the bridge of his nose, he squeezes his eyes shut trying to stop the tears. It doesn't work. "I'm not ready either. I still don't feel like this body is mine. I didn't before, either, even when it was. I can't remember where half these scars came from. I don't wanna ... Make love... And not feel like it's me doing it."

"Which scars?" Keith asks softly. He's only seen the one on Shiro's face. He's felt the ones on his back.

Shiro looks at him, and takes a breath. He pulls up the hem of his tank top and drags it over his head. Keith blanks his face. Don't react. He waits as Shiro shifts, facing away. Keith blinks rapidly.

"How many times?" He asks softly, reaching out to touch Shiro's back. Trace so many scarred over lacerations he can't count. Some were on top of each other, he can tell. Only the start or the end splitting away from the center tells him it isn't just one giant gash.

"I can't remember," Shiro whispers. "I just remember saying 'no' the once. They stripped me down and whipped me till I passed out."

Keith looks again, some of the scarring trails past the waistband of his pajama pants. Lightly touching the worst one, it had to have gone down to the bone. Maybe even damaged the spine. Shiro breaks out in goosebumps.

"Then they woke me up. And kept going. I think they jabbed me in the side with some kind of taser, it's so fuzzy. The pain was so bad."

Keith lightly touches his side, looking for any kind of burn scar, nothing's there. Shiro locks up and Keith kicks himself mentally. He knows he just triggered some kind of flashback. A waking nightmare. "Idiot," he hisses at himself.

Shiro's pupils are blown and he breaks out in a light sweat. His breathing changes and Keith knows he's back, sort of. He's seen a lot of panic attacks now, for all he hasn't seen Shiro have one. There's something they're supposed to count or do.

"Hey, look at me. What else can you see?"

"Blood," Shiro whispers, tears filling his eyes.

"No, look at me. There's no blood. There's nothing red in this apsttment, even. What do you see right now in this room?"

"Couch... A couch. Carpet. Um... Coffee table," his voice shakes.

"Good. Good. What do you feel? Three things you can feel?"

"You, couch... Cold."

Keith looks down and realizes he'd reached out at some point without noticing. They're clasping forearms and Shiro is going to leave him with an ugly bruise.

"Okay, something you hear."

Shiro flinches like he's been struck. Then focuses his eyes on Keith. "You breathing... The upstairs apartment has water running... My heart pounding." He's already a little calmer.

"Uh, last one I think. Something you can smell."

Inhaling deeply, his nostrils flare and he tries to center himself. "Bacon. You used my soap..." Which isn't accusatory he just smells it on Keith.

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea I'd trigger anything."

"It's fine." Shiro closes his eyes, tears streaming out from under the lids. "I fought back," he smiles beatifically. "I resisted." He hadn't just gone along with it after the first time. He hadn't broken instantly.

"I fought back and refused to execute people no matter what they did to me," he whispers. "I only stopped when they realized torturing the prisoners to death in front of me was worse than them torturing me. I could take any pain they dished out. I couldn't watch them skin someone alive.

"They made sure I would be in the room when they did it. Tied me up and made me watch. It was faster and kinder if I just killed who they told me to." He runs a hand through his hair, gripping it. "She didn't stop screaming for hours and I couldn't take it back. I've never been so sick in my life. I begged to trade places with her. Promised to kill her. Anything to make it stop. Make them stop hurting her."

Keith looks away. He can't keep his face blank after that. He wraps his arms around Shiro and hides his face in the other man's shoulders. Shiro hugs him back, breathing rough and uneven. "We shoulda just gone back to sleep," Keith says roughly. For all that's twice now he's seen something ugly around Shiro drop away.

"Probably."

"You never did answer my question."

"And I never will," Shiro mutters. He's not going to admit that sleeping next to Curtis and being able to hear or feel his heartbeat makes him feel safe. Just being held, and loved is healing in and of itself. His favorite 'position' with Curtis is his head on the other man's chest above his heart. He also likes being the little spoon, if he's being honest. He was usually the big spoon with Adam. Not always. Not on bad days. But then again he feels like most days are bad, now.

"We should get you some stuff for your apartment."

"No need. Curtis kinda asked if I might wanna move in with him when his lease is up."

"Ooh." Keith feels like Lance or Hunk would love this conversation. He just feels silly trying to act normal. He has no idea how to navigate this conversation. He's glad. He's not sure if it's too soon or not. But he's seen the way they look at each other. It's right. They fit right.

"I'm clearing out a drawer for him in case he sleeps here."

"Does he complain it's like sleeping with Dracula?"

"Dracula lived in an opulent castle, Keith. See, id you hadn't failed your literature classes and then gotten expelled, you'd know that."

"I know the doctor is the monster."

"Everyone knows that. Even Lance knows that."

"No way."

"Yeah he knows."

"You willing to bet on it?"

"Not anymore," Shiro mutters. "But I'm still right." He glances at the clock over the stove. "We have about an hour and a half before we have to leave."

"You just wanna lie down?" Keith asks. "Or are you telling me to set an alarm?"

"Both?" Shiro yawns so hard his jaw cracks.

"Stay out here? I'll get you a blanket. Will the holo bug you if it's on?"

"Nah."

Keith gets up and drags the comforter off the bed and a pillow. There's nothing on the couch. Settling himself against the arm rest he drops the pillow on his lap, still holding onto the comforter which he's bunched up against his chest. Shiro eyes him warily but chooses to lie down anyway. Keith tosses the blanket over him and they both settle into comfortable positions.

Flipping on the holo, he watches whatever he wants, one hand resting on Shiro's shoulder the whole time. Pidge supposedly has some kind of surprise waiting for them.

Shiro's asleep in seconds. Constant nightmares and emotional exhaustion sucking him under immediately. Keith dozes off and on. The last 48 hours have been a hell of an emotional rollercoaster for both of them.

#curtashi #shurtis #curo #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #voltron #vld #my fic

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Ayyyyy, so idk of this is the right blig, but if you wanted ideas for little mini fics relating to the hsau, I'd love to see how Sara and Ava's relationship was before the whole thing with Ava's coming out. Anyway, I love the fic and I hope you have a wonderful day!

hi!! 💛apologies for leaving this in my inbox for so long, this last week has been a ROLLERCOASTER but i promise you, i did see this and get very excited abt it and send it to rachel and we were both freaked out a bit abt getting prompts for the fic

so we have many, many ideas about pre-fic avalance in this au. like Many. many to the point that we don’t have the time to write an actual mini fic about it because the fic would be the furtherest thing from mini. also, bc it would be rlly weird to have to try and go back and write them before all of this, like we go back and read ‘don’t you like you’ and everything feels so strange bc we wrote it before we had this big detailed plan for everything that was gonna happen between them and it just feels crazy that they were in this place where they weren’t even friends let alone in love

but what i am gonna do. is give you a fuckload of bullet headcanons instead. so i hope that suffices bc buckle up, there’s gonna be a few 🌈🌈

so ava and sara don’t go to the same elementary school. they’re both star city natives though so they kind of know of each other. sara did dance when she was little and was in layla’s dance class and ava was sometimes there when barbara came to pick her up etc etc.

(ava’s school was a little nicer, was the fancier star city school that barbara teaches at. damien insisted nora went there bc of it’s good reputation and gary’s mom wanted the best possible start for her son, hence how the three of them ended up there and became friends)

so by the time middle school comes around and they actually become a part of each other’s spheres, they know the other vaguely by name and the like

in middle school, ava and sara meet and they don’t quite get along but they don’t rlly know each other so it’s not an issue - sara’s this reckless trouble maker that ava wants nothing to do with bc she wants to just do well and be liked and successful and normal while sara’s off getting into fights and sneaking out of school and never doing anything by the rules, so not interacting pretty much suits them both just fine

until in 8th grade, after spencer leaves to join the army and ava’s still trying to piece herself back together and he left around the time that she decides she was going to quit basketball after this season and she was scared she might be gay and starts vehemently ignoring any and all possibilities of that fact - that’s when sara lance comes out as bi

and sara doesn’t know why ava suddenly makes a point to argue with her more than usual, or call her out in her bullshit, or just be a general pain in the ass but she is, and what sara doesn’t realise is that ava’s angry that sara came out bc it put ava in a position where we had to actually confront herself abt her sexuality

sara has a quiet suspicion of why ava’s acting like this, and it would sort of make sense that ava would be gay (or bi, but sara thinks gay) but also she doesn’t wanna assume so she leaves it and just pushes ava’s buttons just as hard

but it’s not all bad, bc the day nyssa and sara start dating, everyone at school is talking about it and ava knows her friends will be too and she’s terrified bc she doesn’t want to know if they think it’s weird, but kuasa just goes “whoa, no way” and lily whistles and says “damn, they’re probably the hottest couple at school” and gary doesn’t say anything but he’s got this look of curiosity and relief on his face and nora is looking at him carefully before she just glances over at sara and says “good for them” and ava doesn’t know if she wants to laugh or cry with relief

(and it’s still 2 and half years before she even tells nora - the first person she comes out to - but it’s a start at least)

ava and sara get better for a bit in 8th grade, but then high school happens and suddenly they’re in the same homeroom and heaps of classes together and being partnered / grouped up for projects all the time and they both just get on each other’s nerves to no end

both of them are vying to be rip’s favourite in class and it makes ava furious and sara so smug because ava wanted to be the teachers pet bc she worked hard and did a load of extra curriculars and was always polite and on time and we’ll behaved, whereas rip just liked sara because she was entertaining and good at soccer and a little too cocky for her own good

and around this time, sara is slowly becoming friends with amaya and ray and jax and nate, is being less reckless and dangerous and unbearable as she was in middle school, starting to mellow a bit

but anyway; they’re at each other’s throats all of freshman year but their rivalry ends up being kind of fun bc arguing in class when it’s actually about school isn’t as frustrating for all the teachers and sara notices that ava actually makes her think, makes her feel smart, bc she can actually kind of keep up with the smartest girl in their entire grade, and ava meanwhile realises that sara is actually pretty smart, she’s actually kind of a genius and if she actually tried, she could probably give ava a run for her money and that both infuriates and pleasantly surprises ava

but then early sophomore year, nyssa leaves. sara’s not at school for a few days and by the time she comes back, everyone Knows because it’s high school and nothing can stay secret for long, and everyone’s trying not to gossip bc sara’s slowly become quite popular around school but they can’t help it, they all wanna know what’s going on

and ava detests sara but she’s always admired her for coming out, for being so proud abt it and dating nyssa when there was like a grand total of 3 other lgbt people at school all of whom fit every single stereotype that ava wanted nothing to do with (and she’ll never admit it, but she had always felt kind of safe and comforted knowing nyssa and sara were dating bc it made her feel like she would be ok one day), so she can’t even imagine how sara feels especially if the rumours about why nyssa left are true

sara’s heartbroken and angry and confused and she keeps pushing ava with jabs and mocking retorts and remarks that are lot harsher and more biting than usual but ava just smothers the urge to respond and rolls her eyes pointedly and ignores her bc she knows sara’s just lashing out

and at one point in gym, sara just drops her back and turns to face ava and demands “what the fuck is your problem sharpe?” and ava crosses her arms and goes “pretty sure you’re the once with the problem here, lance.” to that, sara glares and spits out “i’m not the one walking around with this fucking holier than thou attitude as if you’re better than me. can you at least argue back instead of rolling over like a doormat?” and ava literally wants to throw a dodgeball at her but she just holds her ground, doesn’t say anything, keeps sara’s gaze before biting her lip and looking away for the briefest of seconds. sara makes this smug huff of triumph, as though ava’s abt to fight back but ava just looks back at sara with an expression that’s too gentle, and says “i’m sorry about nyssa, sara.” and goes to join her dodgeball team

(amaya comes over to ask sara what it was about and sara can’t bring herself to answer, just shakes her head because she doesn’t quite know what just happened)

things get better quickly, like. sara would never say it at the time but zari is this refreshing burst of fresh air who didn’t know nyssa the way all her other friends did and it’s so nice to have her around, even tho she’s still quite new. and then wally comes to star city and everything is fun and exciting w the legends and things aren’t perfect, definitely not bc oliver and laurel break up and sara and laurel have been fighting just usually like sisters do and dinahs been calling, on saras ass abt her slipping grades at school and sara just wants to piss them both off so she hooks up w oliver (and they’ve known each other for so long that they both feel guilty abt it and they try to make it a Thing bc they don’t want to admit that they both just used each other for different reasons)

it it’s sometime after that, after she and oliver collapsed under the very weak foundation their relationship was already built on, after laurel starts dating tommy, after amaya promises sara she’s not a bad person for what happened with oliver, it’s sometime then that ava makes that challenging retort abt sara even trying to get a better grade than her in french

and all sara can think of is laurel, the way laurel hadn’t been mad when she hooked up with oliver, the way laurel had just snuck into her room late at night and slipped under the covers and hugged sara close as sara broke down abt why their mom just didnt care abt all the good things sara was doing, the way laurel had softly murmured “you’re brilliant sara. you are, you’re so smart and so capable and if mom can’t see that, then she doesn’t deserve to.”

so sara does try. and she gets an a+. and the beam on laurel’s face when she sees it on sara’s desk, the pride on quentin’s when sara tells him - sara never looks back (and she also starts to look a bit more at ava, because maybe she’s not all horrible)

gary comes out at the very end of sophomore year, sara goes over to give him a hug and she sees the expression on ava’s face - proud and protective and kind but also sort of hurt and definitely, definitely jealous, and sara suddenly remembers the way ava had acted towards her after sara had first come out and she remembers her vague, kind of unfounded assumption that maybe ava was gay, realises that ava’s never had a boyfriend, never said yes to any of the numerous attractive guys who have asked her out

but also, sara’s known ava for like, 4 years by now and she knows what kind of family ava has and she feels this sudden ache in her chest bc ava must be in the most difficult position - sara doesn’t even know if ava is aware of it, so she doesn’t wanna say anything or offer support (also bc ava still grinds her gears to no end)

but she just keeps an eye out, checks ava’s facebook / instagram every once in a while to see if she’s posted anything abt it or added smth like a pride flag to her bio

and then on a sunday evening in october junior year, ava comes out on facebook. sara doesn’t see it first, in fact, she’s lying on the living room couch trying to not fall asleep reading her social studies text book when from the armchair, laurel lets out a quiet “huh” and both quentin and sara say “what?” at the same time and laurel goes “ava sharpe’s in your grade, right sara?” and sara nods and quentin’s like “is that the girl you did that chem assignment with earlier in the year?” and sara wrinkles her nose and goes “unfortunately. she’s a pain in my ass.” and laurel just hums and says “well, she just came out.”

sara almost falls off the couch, scrambling into a sitting position and snatching laurel’s phone and ignoring laurel’s protesting “hey!”

she reads the post through several times before she goes to comment and realises she’s on laurel’s phone, grabbing her own but then she hesitates, wanting to write something genuine but it feels too vulnerable so instead goes “ffs sharpe, on top of everything else, i now have to compete with you for hot girls too?”, but she opens messenger and goes “hey, just wanted to say congrats on coming out. i know it’s nowhere near easy to tell your family so like, hope that went okay. and i’m here if you wanna talk abt it at all.”

and the day after, as they’re clearing up microscopes and stuff in bio, ava quietly thanks her for her message and sara shrugs, goes “i get it.” and ava pauses before quietly admitting “you know i always admired you for being out. especially when we were so young back in middle school. i’d only just started thinking about it then and … i was a mess. seeing you being out and happy and just - the same person you’d always been … that helped more than you know.”

and it’s probably the most meaningful conversation they’ve ever had (or at least had in a Long time)

and 4 days later, ava shows up on sara’s doorstep after a fight with her mom at dinner and this entire fic began.

also, for your own reading pleasure, some other random moments we thought of;

sara only ever called ava ‘sharpe’ or ‘sharpie’ or any other variation of her name until they were both 15/16

ava used to roll her eyes every time sara got a a bad grade because she could be so much better if she tried, but she doesnt

sara nearly started a fight the first time she and ava had to work together on a project, and once they started it and it became clear they worked well together she was the Most Annoyed™️

back in middle school ava always scoffed and made some patronising comment every time she watched someone break up a fight sara had gotten into (except for the one time in the first few weeks of class when she had to stop sara throwing her second, or maybe third punch at a homophobic jerk in their class who’d cornered her on the way back from school - that time she shoved him away and watched him go before turning and cautiously asking if sara was okay, and sara glared at her and told her she’d had everything under control before storming off in the opposite direction)

there are probably many many headcanons for this part of the universe that we will think of but i hope this suffices for now, feel free to come yell about anything legends / fic related bc this was so much fun 💖💞

#lot #legends of tomorrow #avalance #you make me smile #anonymous #cileme writes #lot hs au

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