#ava sharpe one shot

[garciaasfluffypen]

The Birthday Disaster

wc: 1.8k pairing: sara lance x ava sharpe  warnings: NSFW (MDNI i will chase you with a broom), the legends are chaotic, sara and ava really just want some alone time goddamnit

Christmas was probably one of Ava’s favorite times of the year. She wasn’t sure why, but it made her so happy to see the whole team get excited about decorating the galley. Even Zari, who technically didn’t celebrate Christmas even got in on the spirit, and everyone always made sure to put out halal foods for her so she could be included. For Ava, the closeness was probably the best part of it. Growing up, she had never really become close to people in her life, unless you count her mother and father. It wasn’t until she met the Legends that she had realized what being close to people meant, especially when it came to all of the shenanigans that they all ensued this time of year. From ugly sweater contests to see who could drink the most eggnog before they noticed Mick had spiked it, Ava had never felt like she had belonged. But now, she had a group where she did belong and celebrate the things that made her happy.

She was helping Nate hang some string lights in the galley when she happened to overhear Zari and Amaya talking as they walked in to get a drink. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but she heard Sara’s name and was automatically intrigued. Sure, they hadn’t put a label on what they had become yet, but something told her this was something she and Sara had to do for themselves – something she knew the blonde assassin would probably be annoyed with but would smile through it nonetheless.

“Nate,” Ava started, “What does Sara like?”

“Huh?”

“Like, candies, chocolates, that kinda stuff.”

“Oh.” He paused. “Well she likes gummy worms, some sort of chocolate covered espresso bean shit… never understood why, if I’m being honest. Oh, she likes Pixie Sticks too.”

“Sweet, thanks Nate.” Ava patted him on the shoulder and scurried down the ladder she was standing on, practically running out of the door.

“You’re welcome?”

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Everything was going to plan. Ava had told Sara to come to their room on the Waverider after dinner so they could hang out, just the two of them. Smoothing out yet another invisible wrinkle, Ava sat herself down cross legged on the bed and placed the box she had got Sara in front of her, filled to the brim with her favorite candies and topped off with a bow. The only wrapping paper she could find was an obnoxious hot pink paper covered in unicorns, which clashed horribly with the lime green bow she had found shoved in the depths of Zari’s closet. Either way, the sentiment was there, and she knew that Sara would get a kick out of it either way. She nervously tucked some hair behind her ear, swallowing the lump that was in her throat. She could get through this. She could make her surprise work. It had to work. She didn’t put three hours of planning into what outfit she was going to wear today for nothing. A small jump overtook her body as the door to their bedroom opened, Sara walking in with a sly smile on her face.

“What’s this?”

“Well, I overheard it was your birthday tomorrow and I wanted to do something special, just the two of us. Since we have things planned with the team tomorrow, and… I- yeah.”

“Aves, you didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to.”

Ava held out a hand and took one of Sara’s in her own as she sat down on the bed, lightly nudging the box towards her. Sara raised an eyebrow and took it, hints of a smile forming on her lips as she saw the wrapping paper. Ava hid behind her hands as she heard the paper rip, trying to hide her blush as Sara opened the box. Various candies and small baggies with the chocolate covered espresso beans were scattered throughout crinkle paper (or “Easter egg grass!” as Gary liked to call it) and small bite size pieces of chocolate were scattered in as well. A pack of Pixie Sticks was sitting in the bottom as well, and a small handwritten note was taped to the lid of the box. Sara carefully took the note off of the lid and opened it, smirking as Ava watched her read it through her fingers.

“Babe, this is - wow. Thank you.”

“You like it?”

“Like it? Aves this is one of the best gifts I’ve ever received.” Sara put the note down on her bedside table and crawled across the bed to Ava, placing herself on her lap. “But there’s one gift I’d love the most.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well,” Sara took the bow from her present and looped it around Ava’s neck, slowly pulling the blonde closer. “It starts with an A, is five foot nine, and hopefully is wearing something sexy under that robe.”

A small scoff fell from Ava’s lips as she wrapped her arms around Sara’s midsection, pulling the smaller blonde as close as she physically could muster. The two of them became a tangle of limbs as she pushed Sara back so they were laying down, the box of treats forgotten as it fell to the floor. Ava’s robe was practically ripped off of her as they continued to kiss, the robe being long forgotten as Sara threw it somewhere in the room. Fingers trailed over porcelain skin as Ava made her way down Sara’s jawline, using her free hand to push some hair out of the way as she came closer to her neck. Ava’s hands came to rest on Sara’s hips as she waited for Sara to shimmy out of her shirt. Once the shirt was discarded, Ava resumed her trail of kisses, stopping to put a singular kiss on each breast. She slowly continued down Sara’s body, taking the time to kiss each and every one of Sara’s visible scars, and even trace over the small tattoo she got of a black canary -- Ava guessed it was to symbolize her sister. Sara started squirming under her touch and Ava let her tongue slip out in between her lips, making her trail down her body painfully slower than it was. When she finally got to where she wanted to be, Ava slowly ran her hands up and down Sara’s thigh, waiting for the assassin to give her the go-ahead. When Sara practically started pleading with her, Ava inched her way towards the hem of Sara’s undies, pulling them down her legs. She could practically feel the heat radiating off of her, and smiled as she pushed hair out of her face, making her way down.

Sara felt the fireworks in her body as Ava finally got where she needed her to be, her back arching as lips and tongue danced across her skin. Sara let her hands get tangled in Ava’s long locks, her face covered in expressions she had no idea existed until she met Ava. Toes started curling and Sara’s breaths got closer and closer together as Ava reached up and grabbed at Sara’s breast, pulling it out of the bralette she was wearing and playing with it. Sara started shaking in anticipation as she got closer and closer to climax, letting out a long moan as her back arched off of the bed, Ava’s hands sitting firmly on her hips in an effort to keep her in one place. Before she knew it, Ava was back up by her face and kissing her, causing Sara to wrap her arms around the blonde as she played with the hooks on Sara’s back, slipping the bralette off her tiny frame as they switched positions. Sara barely had time to register what was happening before she was on top of Ava, desperately trying to undo the corset that was tied around her midsection. Sara had seen Ava’s body many times before, but every time she was astonished at how perfect Ava truly was, inside and out. She finally got the corset untied and tossed it off to the side, pausing a moment to take her girlfriend in.  She bent down to place a kiss on Ava’s lips, smiling into it as she did so.

“Hey, I heard you guys had chocolate and pixie sticks OH MY GOD!”

The door to their bedroom slid open to reveal Zari and Nora, both of them in the stupid matching Christmas pajamas Nate had convinced everyone to wear (“Come on you guys, it’ll be cute!”), except Zari was just in a plain white crew neck with a donut on it. Zari automatically went to cover her eyes as Sara fell off the bed, taking the sheets with her. Ava, in her frightened state, grabbed a pillow and shoved it in front of her body, hoping and praying to anyone out there that it was covering her whole body. Nora froze in her spot, the half eaten Hershey’s bar Ray had gotten her falling to the floor.

“I clearly stated that Ms. Lance and Ms. Sharpe were busy, Ms. Darhk.”

“Yeah I didn’t think you meant they were busy doing each other!”

Sara popped up from her spot on the floor, doing her best to wrap the sheet around her body as she glared daggers at Nora and Zari. “What about ‘knock on my door if you need me’ do you not understand, Darhk?”

“Well, in our defense, Nate told us you had candy.”

“And whipped cream.”

“But now I see what you guys were doing…”

“I don’t think I want to know where that whipped cream was going to end up.”

Ava huffed. “No, you really don’t.”

“Both of you, out!”

“I- yes captain.”

Zari pulled Nora away from the door, shooting Sara a small apologetic smile as the door shut. Sara and Ava sat in their spots, staring at each other for a few moments before Ava cleared her throat.

“Well that was a disaster.”

“I-yeah.”

“We really need to invest in locks.”

“I- yeah.”

“I’m sorry, this was supposed to be perfect and-”

“Aves, hey.” Sara crawled back onto the bed, pushing some hair out of Ava’s face. “No matter what those idiots did or will do, tonight was perfect. I-I haven’t really celebrated my birthday in a while so being able to at least do something that made it special makes it perfect in my book.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes. Anything you do for me is perfect, Ava. I mean it.”

“So you’re not mad that Nora and Zari both just walked in on us having sex?”

“Oh no, I’m fuming. Actually fuming. But like you’ve told me, I can’t let my anger get a hold of me over something we’re never going to speak about again.”

Ava chuckled. “I’m really rubbing off on you, huh?”

“You truly are, Ms. Sharpe.” Sara smiled, pecking her on the lips. “I hope you know that I know get the liberty to walk in on both of them while they’re having sex with their respected partners as payback, yeah?”

“I couldn’t stop you if I tried.”

#sara lance x ava sharpe #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow one shot #sara lance #ava sharpe #nora darhk #zari tomaz #gideon #they're chaotic and i love them #i also love my moms #sara lance one shot #ava sharpe one shot #an i (queue) of 187

[copias-girl]

To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter VII

**NEW SONG**

A/N: *chanting* SLEEPOVER CHAPTER SLEEPOVER CHAPTER SLEEPOVER CHAPTER 👏🏻 Also! I actually have the pyjama set in real life lol just google ‘garage bored pyjama set’ and you can see pics of it lol ♥︎

All chapters <3

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You were excited, getting everything ready for the sleepover you had planned with your girlfriends, desperately overdue for some much-needed girl time. Ever since Cardinal Copia’s arrival, you hadn’t exactly been on the same page as your friends. It’s not like you were a saint; you enjoyed gossipy shit-talking just as much as they did, but you just couldn’t stand the way they ruthlessly bullied Copia. And in some respects, you were even bullying him too. However, you were doing it in a completely different way than they were; you were sexy-bullying the poor man. And admittedly, you were enjoying it far too much.

You missed how things used to be between you and the other sisters, but they were acting like total assholes to someone who didn’t even deserve it. You were the youngest out of them, yet they were the ones acting juvenile. So you were hoping that, with any luck, this fun sleepover would help to get you and the other girls on the same wavelength once more; allowing you to all wind down, let loose, and have some laughs.

The only rule? No boys allowed.

And you were ecstatic when all the girls enthusiastically agreed, because that meant Rob wouldn’t somehow find himself there; as much as he would probably enjoy that.

You were currently making your way to the ministry kitchen, where your friends would be gathering some various snacks for the sleepover. You were especially excited for the pink heart-shaped marshmallows you’d gotten at the grocery store. You had yet to try them and this night seemed like the perfect occasion.

However, as you neared the kitchen, you could hear exclamations of panic and frightened screams.

“What’s going on, is everything okay?” You rushed through the door, not knowing what to expect. A kitchen fire? Did someone get cut with one of the sharp knives?

However, you weren’t at all prepared for the sight with which you were met.

Emily, Mable, Lilith, and Ava were all standing on the kitchen counter screaming. And- Sweet mother of Satan, even Rob was up there too, screaming like a little girl and wielding a broomstick.

“What in Satan’s asshole is going on?!” You asked incredulously, looking around and not seeing any source of imminent danger.

“It’s a-” Mable cried.

“A r-” Lilith was so horrified she couldn’t even finish her sentence.

“A rat!” Emily shrieked.

You turned, half expecting to see poor Copia just trying to grab a snack, but he wasn’t there. It was then that you heard the squeaking, which sent your friends into another fit of screams and helpless cries.

“Hurry, come up here or it’ll get you!” Ava shouted, all of them holding your hands out to you.

“Girls, stay here. I’ll jump down, grab her, and lift her up onto the counter.” Rob declared solemnly, as if he were about to jump into a volcano and save you.

“No, Robbie, it’s dangerous!” The sisters all cried.

“It’s a risk I have to take.” He stated. “I’ll be quick.” He rolled up his sleeves, no doubt just trying to show off his muscles. “Here, baby, when I jump down lemme just grab you and-”

“You’ll do no such thing.” You responded calmly. “Besides, I’m perfectly capable of climbing onto the counter myself. I do it every time I have to get something out of the cabinet.”

“But you can’t just stay there, the rat’s down there!” Lilith pleaded with you.

“What are you doing?!” Emily shrieked in horror when you got on your knees, opening the bottom cupboards and making a “pspspsps” sound.

“I’m trying to find the rat, duh.” You responded casually. “Pspspspsps.”

“Good idea, babe, you lure it out and I’ll hit it with the broom.” Rob nodded at you.

“Don’t you dare! I’ll shove that broomstick straight up your ass if you try anything like that.” You shot him a dirty look, continuing your search. You followed the squeaking noise; obviously the rat was frightened by all the commotion.

“Alright, alright, Satan..” Rob murmured.

Grabbing a piece of cheese from the fridge, you opened a cupboard and caught a glimpse of it. You hushed everyone, kneeling on the floor and holding out the cheese.

Within a few moments, a little sniffing nose and some whiskers poked out from inside a cracker box. The rat cautiously made its way out, instantly bringing a smile to your face.

“Hi there. Want some cheese with your crackers?” You giggled. The adorable agouti hooded rat made its way over to you, sniffing around you before climbing right into your lap, taking the chunk of cheese into its little hand-like paws and nibbling away at it with fervour.

You couldn’t help but grin, as it finished the cheese, sniffing around you and looking up at you expectantly as if to ask for more. Carefully, you picked the little creature up and held it against your bosom, petting down its back and stroking a finger along its cheeks.

“Aren’t you precious?” You cooed before turning to your friends, who were still huddled on the counter, watching you with wide eyes and terror-stricken faces.

“I honestly can’t believe you guys are so scared of such a cute little thing.��� You rolled your eyes, going back to lavishing the rat with attention, giggling when it began licking you to show its affection.

“What’s your name, huh?” You baby-talked it. “Oh, you’re just so cute!”

It wasn’t long before you heard a panicked voice and hurried steps coming from down the corridor.

“Biscotti?? Biscotti???” The voice called out worriedly. “Biscotti, dove sei??”

You grinned, recognizing the voice to be none other than Copia. From what you could tell, he had bumped into someone yet again.

“Ah, shit! M-mi dispiace! I-I’m very sorry but, ah… W-well I was looking for someone- eh, something, actually. H-have you seen a little rat around here?” He stuttered nervously.

“Um… no?” The sibling responded.

“N-no?? But… eh.. are you sure? She- she’s white with a grey head, si? A very good rat, eh.. sturdy, you know? Like a potato?” He attempted to describe it, and although you couldn’t see him, you were sure he was gesturing wildly with those gloved hands of his.

“No, um… I haven’t seen any rats around, sorry…” The sibling awkwardly replied.

“O-okay.. ehm.. thank you..” Copia sighed, continuing his frantic search once more. “Biscotti? Come out, Biscotti!”

Suddenly, the Cardinal burst into the kitchen, his mismatched eyes frantically looking all around before spotting you. His gaze landed first on your face, and then on the rat you were holding, who was currently nuzzling into your chest.

“S-Sorella!” The man gasped.

Emily rolled her eyes. “Enter Rat #2. Maybe you can hit this one with the broom.” She scoffed, causing Rob to snort out a laugh.

You got to your feet, a gentle and inviting smile gracing your pretty face as the Cardinal approached you.

“You found Biscotti!” He softly exclaimed, a relieved grin pulling at his lips.

“I sure did.” You beamed, holding the rat against your chest with one hand, still petting it with your other.

Your back was to the counter where your friends were, and just as Rob swung the broom down to try and hit Copia, your free hand shot out and blindly grabbed the stick before it could hit the Cardinal. Without even changing your kind expression, you ripped the broom out of his hand and tossed it across the kitchen where it clattered to the floor.

Everyone was shocked at your lightning-fast reflexes, especially since you couldn’t have even seen what Rob was doing.

“Guys, would you stop being embarrassing and get off the counter?” You glanced over your shoulder at your friends momentarily.

Copia swallowed nervously as you stepped closer to him. You gently took one of his hands, placing it onto the rat.

“Look, Biscotti, Daddy’s here.” You giggled.

The Cardinal’s pink blush instantly turned to crimson as you referred to him as ‘daddy’, although he felt utterly ashamed for having dirty thoughts about the innocently cute comment you’d made.

“S-si, I was so worried about you. And so was your best friend, Crema.” He murmured.

You smiled; Cookies and Cream. Satanas, this man was adorable.

“So the rumours are true. You do keep rats.” You remarked.

“Ehm, yes..” Copia nodded nervously.

The two of you stood close, comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you both pet Biscotti and scratched behind her ears.

“She likes you.” The Cardinal smiled, shy painted eyes flicking up to your face for a moment.

“I really like her too.” You replied quietly, stepping even closer to Copia.

“I, eh, I never thought you would be the type to like rats….” He remarked, eyes once again scanning over your face for a split second, lingering on your lips for just a moment longer.

“They’re my favourite, actually.” You nodded, giggling when the rat began licking you again.

Copia bit his lip. Lucifer below, you were perfect, absolutely perfect. He couldn’t find a single flaw in you if he tried.

“Sweet Satan…” Emily shook her head. “For Yule, you’ll probably be handing out cards that have pictures of you and Cardinal wearing matching sweaters, holding his rats like they’re your children.”

Rob and the other sisters laughed, and even you let out a giggle.

“You know, I’d actually like that.” You smirked. “What do you think, Cardinal?” You asked, playfulness twinkling in your eyes.

He bristled with nervousness under your gaze, finding it hard to meet your eyes but impossible to look away. “W-well I… S-si, I too would like that, Sorella.”

Both Copia and your friends were waiting for some sort of snide punchline from you, but it never came.

Your friends were confused at the fact that you’d actually want to take cheesy pictures like that, while the Cardinal got butterflies in his stomach just from the thought.

“Well, I better get back to my sleepover preparations.” You smiled, sensing the other girls’ impatience.

“Ah, okay..” Copia nodded awkwardly, trying to scoop Biscotti off your chest without groping your tits.

You didn’t let him get away too easily; subtly pushing your chest out, relishing in the feeling of his gloved hands rubbing against your tits and the panicked expression on his face. After finally getting the rat into his grasp, you gently grabbed his wrist, leaning down to kiss the sweet little creature.

“It was very nice meeting you, Biscotti.” You giggled. The Cardinal grinned, a mixture of disbelief and excitement bubbling inside him; no one had ever been so welcoming towards his rats.

“Here, she really seemed to like these.” You handed him the cracker box that she had chewed through.

Copia huffed out a laugh, taking the cracker box from you before giving Biscotti a pointed look. “You naughty thing, you..” He shook his head endearingly.

“Eh.. Grazie, Sorella. I don’t know what I would have done if you would not have found her. Not everyone is so… welcoming of rats.” The Cardinal gratefully looked into your eyes, breath catching in his throat when you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m really glad I could help. I’ll have to meet your other ones sometime?” You offered.

“R-really? Y-you would.. You would want to?” The man perked up. “I-I’m sure they would love to meet you, Sorella…”

“It’s a date then.” You stated simply, making Copia blush terribly from the mere mention of the word ‘date’. He nodded eagerly before stuttering out an awkward goodbye, turning on his heel and making his way out of the kitchen while murmuring something to Biscotti.

You grinned, shaking your head and turning back to the other sisters.

“Alright, so we got all the snacks?” You enquired.

“Yup, all set to go!” Ava clapped her hands excitedly.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t gonna need any help eating all that tonight? Or.. help with anything else?” Rob asked, trying to put an arm around you.

“No boys allowed!” You chirped, slipperily wiggling out of his grasp as you and the other sisters grabbed your snacks and ran to your room.

•𖤐•

The sleepover was going great so far. You were wearing a cute pyjama set; some tiny black silk shorts with pink piping, and a cropped black silk button down shirt with short sleeves. It also had pink piping and it said ‘Bored’ on the back in pink embroidered cursive.

You and the girls were eating snacks, playing games, watching movies, and of course: gossiping. Seemingly all at the same time, too. Thankfully, though, you had kept the sisters away from the topic of Copia; instead talking about other interesting drama that was happening around the abbey.

“I think I saw Kenzie trying to flirt with Dexter. Kind of out of her league, isn’t he?” You commented, shoving another black liquorice jujube into your mouth while rolling the dice. You moved your piece, the iron, three spaces, landing on Park Place.

“No way! How embarrassing for her. He’s way out of her league.” Emily scoffed, the other sisters all in vehement agreement.

“Ava, gimme two hundred dollars?” You asked.

“Um, I think you have to mortgage one of your properties before I can give you any money…” She responded.

“Come on, what do you want me to do? Become a Monopoly stripper so you’ll give it to me?” You sighed, holding out your hand expectantly.

“Alright, fine.” The brunette rolled her eyes, placing the two crisp $100 Monopoly bills into your hand.

“Thanks!” You smirked.

“Hey!” Mable scoffed. “I knew Ava shouldn’t have been the banker, she’s a pushover for you.” She laughed.

“She’s persuasive!” Ava held her hands up in defence.

“By holding her hand out and threatening to become a stripper in a board game?” Lilith prodded playfully.

“No, no! With that devilish look in her eyes!” Ava giggled.

“Hey… where are those pink heart shaped marshmallows I got?” You suddenly asked, looking around.

“Hm.. I don’t see them…” Mable hummed, rifling though the stash of snacks.

“Oh, we must have forgot them in the kitchen when we spotted that rat!” Lilith remembered.

You groaned. “Alright, I’ll go get them.” You stood, putting your slippers on and heading out into the dark corridor.

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Finally nearing the kitchen, you saw a light shining from the doorway. You padded into the kitchen and saw none other than the Cardinal, sitting at the counter and having a snack. It was then that your eyes drifted to what he was eating.

“Well well well!” You exclaimed, causing the poor man to nearly jump out of his skin.

“Ah! S-S-Sorella!” He stared at you with wide eyes.

“What do we have here?” You stalked up to him, snatching the bag of your marshmallows out of his gloved hand. “A little rat.” You smirked.

“W-what? Eh, n-no! I-” He tried to protest, but you said nothing, only hooking your finger in the collar of his cassock, beginning to drag him out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“W-wait, Sorella, what are you-!”

“Well, I’m gonna have to explain to my friends why the bag is open and half the marshmallows are gone!” You grinned wickedly. That was a lie; the bag was still full. The poor thing had only eaten a few.

“P-please, Sorella, I’m sorry, I-I-I-” The man pleaded, weakly struggling against you as you dragged him up the stairs.

You rounded on him once you got to the top, pushing him against the wall, so close that the tip of your nose was touching his.

“Quit stuttering, Rat.” You whispered, lust dangerously swirling in your eyes.

The Cardinal let out a whimper, but before he could do anything, you were tugging him along by his collar once more.

Finally, you reached the door to your room, opening it and pulling Copia inside. You now held him by the back of his collar, as if you were holding him up by the scruff of his neck.

“Look what I found stealing our snacks! A little rat!” You proudly declared.

The sisters all looked at you with wide eyes as you dragged the man inside, giving him a little shove and causing him to stumble forward. You shut your door, once again sitting amongst all the pillows on the floor, taking Copia’s gloved hand and pulling him down to sit next to you. Admittedly, he was scared. He did feel like a rat. A helpless little rat about to be batted around by a bunch of cats.

“If you wanted the marshmallows so bad, you could have just asked for an invite.” You smirked.

“I-I d-didn’t know they were y-y-yours, Sorella! I-I’m sorry, p-please forgive me…” The Cardinal profusely apologized, the lines on his face deepening with guilt, and a bit of fear. Oh, but you knew; you knew that the sweet man didn’t know any better. You just missed teasing your dear Cardinal so much and you wanted an excuse to bring him to the sleepover.

“I thought we said no boys allowed??” Emily reminded you, not hiding the annoyed look on her face.

“Hmm, we did. But he’s not a boy, he’s a rat.” You grinned, stroking a finger under Copia’s chin and making him shiver, his pouty lips parting as a quiet, pitiful gasp escaped him.

“Is that right, hm? Are you a man or a mouse, Cardinal?” You playfully prodded at him.

“Ehm…” Copia paused, staring at you with wide, unsure eyes.

“Maybe a bit of both?” You prompted, to which he nodded shyly.

“That’s what I thought.” You cooed, biting into a marshmallow, popping the other half of the heart into his mouth.

“Mmm, isn’t it delicious?” You hummed, feeling reckless and flirtatious and dangerously sinful.

Entranced by you, Copia nodded in agreement, his cheeks already on fire and burning cherry red.

“Well, what’s next on the roster?” You asked. You’d already played Aggravation and Monopoly, gossiped, and watched Rosemary’s Baby, which had you and the other sisters sighing dreamily about what a blessing it would be to carry the Dark One’s child.

“Truth or dare!” Emily smiled wickedly.

“Perfect!” You hopped up, moving to sit on the plush area rug next to your bed, the black one with the pink pentagram on it. Everyone followed, sitting on your rug in a circle, Copia following nervously and sitting in the circle across from you.

“Have you ever played this?” You asked Copia.

“Ehm.. No.” He responded shyly, wringing his gloved hands in his lap, his plump lower lip bitten and flushed a delicious shade.

Oh Satan, what had the Cardinal gotten himself into?

•𖤐•

You had a few black candles burning around the room, and of course your Ghoul Friend candle from Bath & Body Works. The sweet scent filled the air, flames glowing and creating a pretty ambiance around the room.

The game started off pretty tame, with just dumb girly things. Ava dared you to do a flip on the bed, which you executed immaculately, and you dared Emily to snip off a little piece of her hair. Mable dared you to hold your nose and sing part of a song, which had you chanting a particularly nasally rendition of, “Belial…. Behemoth…. Beelzebub! …Asmodeus…. Satanas…. Lucifer!”

You couldn’t get past that part before you all burst out laughing. Even Copia, as nervous as he was, found it to be quite amusing.

The Cardinal had wracked his brain to try and think of something, and he finally dared you to say the first word that came to mind.

“Fuck!” You’d shouted, immediately clapping a hand over your mouth as another chorus of wild giggles filled the room.

“I dare you to leave.” Emily told Copia.

“I dare you to stay!” You countered when he began getting up.

And after a while of picking dare, you decided to pick truth.

“Do you have a crush on Rob?” Emily asked, causing the Cardinal to perk up.

“Um. Does it seem like I have a crush on Rob?” You raised your eyebrow incredulously.

“Answer the question.”

You could feel everyone’s intense eyes on you, especially Copia’s. He awaited your answer on bated breath, admittedly nervous to hear the truth. He knew you didn’t exactly act like you liked Rob, but some people behave that way when they do like someone. Copia thought that, perhaps by being nice to him and snubbing Rob, maybe you were just trying to make Rob jealous and tease him. Copia’s biggest fear was that your kindness towards him might be part of some kind of cruel trick.

“Of course I don’t.” You scoffed, and the Cardinal released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Truth or dare?” Mable asked you, and once again you picked truth.

“What exactly don’t you like about him?” She asked curiously.

You shrugged. “Honestly? He’s just not my type.”

Copia was relieved, but also intrigued. It seemed as though everybody thought Rob was particularly handsome, with that perfectly styled dirty blonde hair, muscular build, tall height, and winning smile. It left the Cardinal wondering… if you didn’t like Rob, who did you fancy?

“Alright let’s kick it up a notch, dare me to do something disgusting or whatever.” You laughed, wanting some excitement.

“Alright, I have a gross one for you.” Emily smirked deviously, catching your interest. “I dare you to kiss the rat man. On the lips.”

The other sisters immediately gasped in horror, while Copia’s eyes grew as wide as cherry pies. His gaze whipped to you, trying to gauge your reaction, before staring down at his lap, trembling and ridden with anxiety.

“Emily, don’t make her do that!” Lilith whisper-yelled.

“Well she asked for a gross one, so there ya go.” Emily defended herself with a shrug.

“Yeah, but-” Ava began to whine, all of the girls giving you their sympathies, not even considering the way it would make Copia feel. They were acting like kissing him would be the worst punishment on earth. The poor man felt terrible about himself; even more so than usual.

The sisters were so busy lamenting on your behalf, and the Cardinal was so busy feeling guilty, that none of them even noticed you getting up and crossing the circle until you were already standing over Copia where he was sitting criss-cross applesauce.

Seeing your bare legs in his peripheral vision, he slowly looked up up up your legs, past your sinfully tiny shorts and cropped pyjama shirt, until he was staring at you with wide, sorrowful eyes; once again nervously twisting his gloves in his lap.

The room fell silent, and without a word you slowly sank down to straddle his lap. Your hands found his shoulders, and for a few moments you did nothing, only observing as he grew more and more anxious under your stare. Your fingertips ghosted down his arms, taking his gloved hands and placing them on your hips. Copia’s breath hitched at that, his whole body going stiff as he gazed fearfully into your eyes, but he didn’t dare move a muscle.

Your eyes swept over his pretty face. How cute, his deep blush made his little freckles more prominent.

Your lack of movement and the way you were studying him had Copia on edge, his heart pounding louder and harder with each passing second. He truly did feel guilty that you were being forced into doing this, and he was just about to tell you not to feel obligated when suddenly you were bringing a gentle hand up to stroke your fingers along the cleft of his chin, his jaw, his cheek. Your fingertips danced along his sideburn, and after a moment you were knocking the biretta off his head.

It hit you then that you’d never seen him without his biretta before; and sweet Satan his hair was gorgeous. It was thick and fluffy, and he wore it slicked back. Once a dark chestnut brown, it was now greying; with lighter little silvery wisps coming in near his temples. You grinned to yourself, realizing that his hair was the same colour as an agouti rat’s fur.

You could feel the timid Cardinal’s hands trembling where they rested on your hips, and he flinched when you delicately cupped his flushed face in your hands.

He was beginning to panic as you slowly leaned in, your eyes half lidded, tip of your nose brushing against his. What should he do? He had never kissed a girl before, he didn’t know how, didn’t have time to practice and now he was going to make a fool of himself to you. Oh, Satan, how mortifying. He was a 50 year old man and he had no idea how to kiss. He could speak Latin and perform rituals, but all of that seemed dismally, frightfully irrelevant now. How could he know how to do those things when he didn’t even know how to kiss? He really was pathetic, wasn’t he?

His mind was racing a mile a minute, but then you finally closed the gap, pressing your delicious lips to his, and Copia swore he felt an electric shock run through his entire body and short circuit his brain.

The Cardinal felt lightheaded, already drunk off you, off your intoxicating perfumed scent, afraid he might faint right then and there. You tenderly moved your lips against his, and he let out something between a soft gasp and a whimper when your tongue darted out to swipe across his delicious lips. When his mouth opened, you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, a little moan slipping out of you.

Copia’s mismatched eyes had rolled back and fluttered closed, feeling oh so helpless against your sinfully sweet ministrations. He was still worried about not knowing what to do, but the way you were sucking on his tongue had him letting out a pathetic little whimper of surprise. You softly hummed in satisfaction. He tasted like cherry coke, while the Cardinal noted that you tasted like bubblegum.

Now, this. This was a first kiss. There would be no doubt in Copia’s mind after this; no wondering, no technicalities. He could hardly believe he was finally having his first kiss. And with you, the girl of his dreams. Copia felt like the luckiest man on earth. And just when he thought it was over, you kept going; tangling your fingers into his soft hair, tugging slightly before hungrily sucking his plump bottom lip into your mouth.

You swallowed each and every one of his little moans, humming in delight as you devoured him. Your sweet Cardinal gasped as you nipped at his lip, subsequently deepening the kiss once more so your tongue could swirl around his again.

Your friends all looked on in a mixture of horror and morbid curiosity, wincing as they watched you make out with Copia in earnest. Even Emily felt bad; she had only meant for you to simply peck him on the lips, but you were going above and beyond.

You elicited yet another wonderful moan from Copia as you sucked his tongue right into your mouth, getting frisky and biting at him a bit harder, the feeling of his moustache against your skin driving you crazy with need. What was once a deep and sensual kiss was slowly growing more passionate.

Alarm bells rang in the poor Cardinal’s head once more as he noticed the maddening throbbing between his legs, realizing in a panic that his cock was fully hard and pressed right against you. Surely you could feel it, since you were just wearing those tiny little silk shorts. How embarrassing. It was leaking precum like a faucet, making a sticky mess in his pants, so hard and sensitive that it was almost becoming painful. And as you continued kissing him it felt like he would cum.

You did, in fact, feel the thick, hard length of his cock pushing against you, but you resisted the urge to grind on him because you relished in the fact that the little perv had gotten so hard just from kissing you.

Copia’s big cock just couldn’t stop twitching in his pants, all for you you you. You and those beautiful lips, that sinfully delicious tongue. You were candy, sugary sweet, and the Cardinal was hopelessly addicted.

Oh, Lucifer below! He almost came just then but thankfully he was able to hold himself back. It was really getting him going, the way you kissed him so deeply, so thoroughly. You always acted as if you weren’t disgusted or annoyed or repelled by him, but poor Copia definitely thought that your true feelings would come out when faced with this challenge. He thought you were going to wince, bracing yourself while giving him the quickest kiss on the lips, before wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. The Cardinal had never been so thrilled about being wrong.

Finally, you pulled away for air; a thick, glistening string of saliva still connecting the both of you. Copia’s eyes fluttered open, the poor man was dazed and confused as you both stared at each other, panting. You leaned in again, pressing a soft little kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another, followed by you nipping at his lower lip once more, causing the Cardinal to let out a pathetically shaky little moan.

You glanced downward then, toward the obscene bulge that was pressing right into your pussy.

“Pervert.” You murmured with a smirk.

Copia’s eyes widened, crimson cheeks burning bright with humiliation as everything came crashing down. He was absolutely horrified that you could actually feel it. But, Satanas, you were right. He was a pervert, he was he was he was. A 50 year old man getting all worked up and horny over being kissed by a daisy-fresh, young little thing like you. And all because your friend had dared you to do this, no less. Copia felt like a dirty old man, ashamed of himself.

As you stood, the man became painfully aware of how tight his grip was on your hips once he was forced to let go. You hoped you’d have marks there the next day. You left him, then, with tousled hair, bruised lips, and glossy eyes. Not to mention, an undoubtedly painful erection which Copia scrambled to hide, adjusting his cassock and placing his hands over his lap as an attempt to conceal the large bulge.

Both your and his lips were deliciously swollen; shiny and spit-slicked, and the Cardinal could hardly believe his eyes as you licked your mixed saliva off your lips instead of wiping it off with your hand. The other sisters winced, glancing among themselves in disgust.

“Truth or dare, Rat?” You asked with a smirk.

“T-t-t-truth, please.” He stuttered.

“Was that your first kiss?” You got straight to the point. And, oh, you knew it was cruel to expose the poor man like this in front of all your mean friends. But you just couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t know for sure, but judging by his ultra timorous demeanour, you could only assume that your dear Cardinal had never been intimate with anyone before.

The poor man looked at you with puppy dog eyes, still dazed and in shock from the kiss, but you just weren’t letting him catch a break from your relentless teasing.

“S-si, it… It was.” Copia answered honestly, ashamed and humiliated and admittedly so needy for you. He stared down at his lap, wringing his hands. He wished he had the guts to dare you to kiss him again.

“Really?? Your first ever kiss?” You gasped. “How old are you again?” You asked coyly.

“E-ehm-” Copia looked taken aback by your question. “F-f-f-fifty…” He murmured quietly, shame written all over his precious, flushed face.

You grinned triumphantly, relishing in his delicious anguish. “Did you like it?” You dared to ask.

Your friends all stared at you, utterly puzzled, growing more confused by the second. They genuinely couldn’t tell if you were flirting with the man, or if this was your own special way of torturing him.

Copia swallowed nervously, biting his lip trepidatiously before his painted eyes timidly met your gaze once more.

“Y-yes.” He nodded.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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[simplyavatrice]

i need to talk about how ava's constant physical pain and the way she keeps getting utterly wrecked, as in her body getting repeatedly mangled throughout season one, is completely disregarded by most everyone except bea. repeatedly stabbed, shot, whatever, didn't matter much simply because she could heal. so because she could heal not much concern or empathy was ever given to her. i know mary kicking her off the cliff is supposed to be a mostly humorous moment and to literally knock some sense into her but like. not only was it over the top unnecessary, it was callous and kind of cruel. yes she can heal. that doesn't mean it's okay to continually harm her so severely it may have killed somebody who couldn't. like she still feels every bit of the pain in the moment. just imagine that. falling off a cliff onto sharp rocks. it's lilith stabbing and slicing her back. it's jillian not giving a shit and electrocuting her so severely she drops to her knees screaming. she might as well have been a test rat. so not only is her past emotional pain, that trauma, disregarded and not given the respect it deserves by others, but her actual body isn't either.

anyway all this to really say that it's why the scene in the van after ava got shot with the arrow is so wonderful. she's bleeding and in pain and visible distress and bea is treating it as you would if you couldn't heal. taking it every bit as seriously as you should if someone you cared about got shot. the way she holds both hands so tightly over the wound, not letting up, her reassuring words. always trying to comfort her. treating her like ava the person not ava the halo bearer who can just heal from almost anything so who cares. no, as soon as she got to know ava, spoke to her, saw her, she was the only one who gave her pain the respect it deserved.

now the only thing missing is an actual discussion of her emotional trauma. it can only happen with bea and i'm so hoping we see something like that down the road.

you know, anon...i can't really add anything else to this

you nailed it, i don't think anyone appreciated someone finally taking care of her more than ava did

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Hi I was wondering if you can write the Can you please be civil?" "No." "Just this once?" "Also no. I have a reputation." With Melissa Schemmenti x reader please

I was a little unsure where to go with this one, so the lines aren’t quite said between Melissa and the Reader, but they do feature!  Also, sorry that this isn’t as reader-centric as the other one shots I’ve done, but my muse wasn't cooperating!  One final apology -  having watched precisely one game of baseball where the nachos and beer were my favourite parts and when playing rounders my sole job being home base (essentially, sport isn’t exactly my bag) please excuse anything that doesn’t sound quite right. 

*

“Can you please be civil?”

Melissa looks up to where Barb stands at the end of the bench, eyes pleading.  The first grade teacher no longer took an active roll in the elementary school soft ball game, but she still wore her jersey and acted as cheerleader and coach.  “No.”

“Just this once?” asked the older woman, giving it one more try.

“Also no.”  The red head stood, swinging the baseball bat in her grasp.  “I have a reputation to uphold and a trophy to keep.”

Barb fixes her friend with an exasperated look.  To say that Melissa was competitive was an understatement and reasoning with her in the midst of a competition was nigh on impossible.  She could only hope you arrived soon to help soften her sharp edges before she cut someone too deeply.

“You could always try throwing them off their game by being super nice?” suggests Janine, rocking back and forth on her heels.  “They wouldn’t expect that.”

Melissa slowly turns to look at the young woman, shifting her grip on the bat and looking positively menacing.  “Or I could just beat their asses?”

*

Jacob slumps down on the bench, suitably cowed by another of Melissa’s outbursts.  She didn’t just reserve her no nonsense attitude and catty comments for the other team.  No, her own team got it just as bad, if not worse. 

“Damn girl, you gotta calm down!” called Ava.  “The game hasn’t even started yet and you about to blow your top!”

“Well maybe if anyone on this damn team could hit the damn ball I wouldn’t be so damn pissed!”  She let her eyes travel over her colleagues and for the day, teammates.  “What happened to what I taught you at the batting cages, huh?”

*

“Hey guys!” you smile as you approach the Abbott Elementary team.  You slow your steps as you start to feel the tension radiating off them. The game hasn't even started yet and it seems something has gone down. And gone down badly at that.

“Hey!” comes the bright greeting as Melissa turns to greet you, slinging the bat over her shoulder as she slips her free arm around you in a hug, pressing a kiss to your hair.  “I was starting to worry you weren’t coming.”

“And miss all the fun?” you laugh.  “Not a chance.  I would have been here before now but my hunk of junk on wheels had other ideas.”

Melissa shakes her head.  “You really gotta let me have my cousin have a look at that.”  She leans in close, lowering her voice to whisper into your ear.  “Or you could have just stayed at mine last night like I suggested.”

“Then neither of us would be here on time,” you smirk.

*

“Okay, I get threatened with having my nails pulled off one my one but she gets Momma Bear Schemmenti defending her pitching?  How is that fair?” demands Ava.

Gregory turned to look at the Principal.  “You want to say that to her face?”

“Hell no!  I ain’t got a death wish and the reason I built my bunker wasn’t to hide from her!”

*

It’s your turn to bat.  The moment you were dreading.  It wasn’t as if you were a star pitcher, but at least when you were throwing almost everyone’s attention was focused on the person holding the bat.  Now you were the centre of attention. 

You push yourself up from the bench, forcing a smile as your little Abbott family cheers you on.  You hesitate at the edge of the pitch, however, nervous to step up to the plate.  Taking a deep breath, you’re about to take your place when you feel warm hands settle on your hips and get a whiff of familiar perfume as Melissa nuzzles into your temple. 

“You okay, babe?”

“Just nervous,” you admit.  The scores are close and Melissa’s mood has been tempestuous to say the least. 

“What you got to be nervous about?” she asks.  “You got this.”

Feeling her press closer to you, you find your forced smile settle into a more natural expression.  She sways her hips behind you, moving your with her as her hands stroke down your arms, finally settling the bat into your grasp.

“Just remember all the lessons I gave you and you’ll be fine.”

You chuckle.  Those lessons were imprinted in your mind.  You’d never found baseball attractive until it meant that Melissa Schemmenti was pressed  tightly against you as she guided you in the how to achieve the perfect swing. 

She presses a kiss to your cheek and gives you a final smack on the rear as you head for the head for the home plate.  “You got this!” she calls after you, a wide smile on her face. 

Settling yourself on the home plate, you raise the bat, eyes on the pitcher as you wait.

“You better hit this,” comes a voice from behind you.  “Because she’s going to kills us if you strike out.”

You can’t help but grin.  “You’re not scared of Ms Schemmenti are you?”

“You kidding?  You and Barbara Howard are the only two people here who aren’t!”

*

You grin as Melissa comes back to the table bearing pitchers of drinks for everyone.  Her mood has improved drastically since your team won thanks in no small part to a fantastic hit from Ava that sent the other team scrambling and some impressive sprinting from Janine. 

She slides in next to you, a possessive arm finding its way around your shoulders.  It never fails to make you feel warm inside, that she is so open in her affection towards you.  She is never shy letting her actions proudly declare you as hers.  “You were great out there,” she tells you.  “Look pretty hot in team colours, too.”

“This from the sexiest woman on the pitch?”  What else were you meant to say? You’d have to be blind not to see how the softball uniform clung to her hips and showcased her delicious curves.

“What can I say, winning looks good on me.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

[roseverdict]

By Any Other Name

"What makes you so special, hm?" The stranger's voice was low and dangerous now, and they circled slowly around Orange's cage with the sharp gaze of a predator. "What about you was so perfect that He let Himself be swayed in your favor when no one else was ever able to manage it?"

(Or, "what exactly happens to Orange after their capture?")

(Or, "Vic has sauntered into my brain with a solid characterization and refused to leave.")

〜

HOLY SHIT

AVA 6 YALL-!

i don't think i'll be able to be normal about this Ever.

Macaroni and Sti-fi AUs are still chugging along, never fear, but here's a one-shot that grabbed me by the throat yesterday until i banged it all out in one go lmao. no beta we die like. wait. oh gosh oh fuck we need a new "no beta we die like"

〜

Orange watched as the gray sticks meandered purposefully through the warehouse. There were no clocks anywhere in Orange's line of sight, but they'd been watching long enough that they'd noticed a distinct change in the flow of the grays- there had been significantly fewer for a time, then they came back in mildly better spirits before dropping to an all-time low. If Orange had to guess, they'd just had dinner before switching to the night shift.

Orange's stomach rumbled at the thought, and they grimaced as their hand lifted up by it unconsciously.

Still frozen in their blank prison, the Chosen One didn't respond.

Orange scowled in their direction. "This is your fault, y'know."

Nothing.

"You come in ranting and raving about needing help from the one stick more powerful than you, then expect me to pick up the slack?!" Orange snapped. "You're just lucky I pocketed the pencil before you ducking kidnapped me, and even then-!"

Still nothing.

"Where'd you even get that idea, huh?!" Orange smacked the bars of their cell angrily, the noise ringing in their ears long after going quiet. "I'm not some kind of all-powerful stick figure! That honor goes to you! You and the Dark Lord both, if they're even still alive! I don't know what you did to make them disappear all those years ago, but it must've worked!"

The voice that spoke was almost unassuming, aside from the fact that Orange didn't recognize it. "That's just it. The Chosen One didn't put a stop to the Dark Lord."

Orange stiffened, then rattled the bars of their cell. "What the-? COME OUT WHERE I CAN PUMMEL YOU!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Second," the soft-spoken voice said. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to let you see me, though."

And from the shadows walked an unfamiliar stick figure. Their hex code was gray, dark enough that they almost looked like the Chosen One's twin, but their animation was…janky, Orange supposed. Each of their frames was drawn as if it were a keyframe in and of itself, and their head seemed to change shape multiple times a second.

Squashing down the instinctive urge to offer to clean up their animation like one of Alan's creations, Orange scowled. "That's not my name."

"Hm," said the stranger with a noncommittal shrug.

"It's not!" Orange insisted.

The stranger chuckled. "Whatever you say."

Realizing they weren't gonna get anywhere with the whole 'name' thing, Orange shook their head. "Who even are you, and what are you talking about? Putting aside the whole 'you claim to know about the last time I saw the Chosen One' thing, who else could it have been? Last I checked, the internet wasn't exactly bursting at the seams with superpowered sticks."

"Oh, it's not," said the stranger mildly. "Think about it, Second. Who was there that day at the bay? Who could have been the one to ensure the Dark Lord could never go after you again? It wasn't the Chosen One, I can guarantee you that."

Orange felt a dawning horror rise up inside. "No…are you saying…?"

"That's it, think about it…" coaxed the stranger.

"…it was you?!"

The stranger froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Orange blinked. That didn't sound like the maniacal laughter of someone who'd led their prisoner to the right conclusion. That sounded like the full-bodied laughter of someone who-

"I can't believe this!" the stranger crowed. They laughed for a moment more, then quieted down to a few stray chuckles, wiping at their eyes as they calmed back down. "The information is all laid out in front of you, Second! For somebody usually so quick on their feet when the situation calls for it, you're being so slow today!"

Orange really didn't like the implication that this stranger had been watching them for who-knew-how-long.

"Think, Second, think! It was just you, the Chosen One, and the Dark Lord that day, and it wasn't the Chosen One who blasted the Dark Lord to kingdom come," the stranger pressed, their voice losing some of their nonchalance in favor of a hard edge.

If Orange had thought the idea of the stranger having that kind of power was horrifying, then what the stranger was proposing was…

"…insane. Y-you're insane," breathed Orange, stepping back from the bars.

"Please, don't insult both of our intelligence," the stranger drawled, taking a step closer. "Besides, wouldn't that make the Chosen One insane for going to you for aid? If anybody saw the Dark Lord's defeat in person and knew who was responsible, it would be them, after all."

Orange hated that they couldn't argue that point, and their gaze drifted to the side to look at the Chosen One again.

Still no visible response.

Orange really hoped they were at least unconscious, instead of awake and aware and unable to move. If they knew about whatever the stranger was talking about, but were forced to listen silently, it would probably be torture.

Orange had been lucky enough to be unaware when they'd been paused, but maybe it was different for the Chosen One.

"What makes you so special, hm?" The stranger's voice was low and dangerous now, and they circled slowly around Orange's cage with the sharp gaze of a predator. "What about you was so perfect that He let Himself be swayed in your favor when no one else was ever able to manage it?"

"Wha-? What are you talking about now?!" Orange demanded, desperately trying to keep the shakiness out of their voice as they turned to keep the stranger in their sights.

"I couldn't manage it," said the stranger instead of answering. "The Chosen One certainly couldn't, with or without the Dark Lord's assistance. And yet here you stand, you naive, idealistic child!"

Orange stumbled back as the stranger stormed up to the bars, glaring them down. "You have no idea the cruelty He's truly capable of, and yet you trust Him implicitly because…why? Because He plays with you?! Because He claims to enjoy your company?!"

"Who are you even talking about?!" shouted Orange, clenching their fists and taking a step forward.

"Oh, I think you know," hissed the stranger. "You remember those first few moments of sentience, don't you? You met your first four friends, and then you watched them die in front of you. I think you know exactly who I'm talking about."

Orange snarled as realization struck, and they rushed the bars with a bang. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT ALAN LIKE THAT!"

"There we go," said the stranger with a smirk. "I knew you had to have a rational thought or two bouncing around in that hollow head of yours."

"It was just a misunderstanding!" Orange insisted, gripping the bars and glaring down the stranger with every ounce of venom in their body. "And he brought them back right after!"

"Oh, you innocent little kid," the stranger cooed poisonously. They leaned in close enough to take up most of Orange's vision.

Orange kept themself from shaking, but it was a near thing.

The stranger tilted their head.

"Did you really think that was the first time He'd ever tried to kill a stick figure?"

Time seemed to freeze.

Orange couldn't stop it as their eyes went wide.

"He didn't bring them back out of the goodness of His heart," said the stranger in a voice so quiet it made Orange's ears ring. "He brought them back because He knew you could make His life a living hell if He didn't. You hold the power within you to destroy His PC in a blink, and you're only kept in check by the continued existence of your friends. The decision to bring back your friends wasn't an ethical decision. It was pure and simple logic, fueled by His past experiences with superpowered sticks, a group which you certainly belong to."

"That's…that's wrong. You're lying!" Orange breathed. "He wouldn't, he couldn't-!"

"Am I?" asked the stranger coldly. "Because last I checked, Second, He did, and for no other reason than the fact that He could."

"…shut up."

"Hm?"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Orange slammed an arm against the bars, making them rattle and creak. "ALAN'S NOT LIKE THAT, YOU'RE LYING YOUR LINEART OFF TO GET IN MY HEAD, AND MY NAME ISN'T SECOND! I'M ORANGE! ORANGE ORANGE ORANGE!"

The stranger seemed taken aback, then they smiled with all edges and no sincerity. "Of course you are, little Second Coming. You're Orange, and I'm the Vengeful One, and neither of those are actually our names, simply accurate descriptors for who we want to be."

Orange took a shaky breath, but before they could gather their thoughts and try to process all of THAT-

"Pause them," ordered the Vengeful One into a walkie-talkie they pulled from their hammerspace. "Talking is going nowhere. I think we should take our guest to the Viewing Room."

Orange only had a fraction of a second to worry about what they would be 'viewing' before the world went dark.

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[ava-dambrosio]

"Care to join me?"

Matteo's deep-set chuckle resounded from Ava's phone, matching the happy look in his eyes as the newly reunited couple shared their morning FaceTime.

"Go ahead, baby, I'll follow," he replied smoothly, as if there wasn't some 1,300 kilometres between them. Beaming in response, she took a minute or two to carefully roll off her bed before making her way to her en suite bathroom.

Ava loved her home and everything about it. Designed specifically to fit both her specific taste and needs, it served as a sanctuary for a pilot whose work consisted of long-haul flights. Her bathroom was of no exception. It was where she could strip down — literally and figuratively — and cleanse herself of everything that weighed her down.

Stepping inside, she set her phone on the counter before taking her boyfriend through her morning routine as if he was really there with her. On a high from the recent developments of her relationship with Matteo, it was clear that the parents-to-be were making the most out of their long-distance relationship. 

Soon bare from head to toe, Ava's arm instinctively and naturally cradled her growing bump. Picking up her phone to move Matteo in the shower, she sat the device down next to her shampoo and conditioner. It was a good thing too, as the wall served as an immediate support for when a sharp pain struck her belly.

"Amore, what's wrong?" Matteo's concerned voice filled the air at once. "Are you okay? Is he getting heavy?"

Ava gritted her teeth, swallowing back the pain. Damn Braxton-Hicks, she thought, exhaling slowly to calm herself. She'd been feeling them on and off this past week but never quite this painful. Remembering that this was a normal occurrence during pregnancy, she explained this to Matteo in an effort to reassure him.

"It'll soon pass, don't worry," Ava said just as another shock of pain pierced through her, harsher than before. This time, she couldn't hide the sheer intensity as written on her face. "Hang on, my love, I need a minute..."

It took Ava several slow, deep exhales before she managed a soft sigh of relief. At last. The worst is over.

Matteo barely had a word in before Ava's attention shot to the corner of her eye. There, a stream of pink water was running down her pristine white tiles towards the drain below. Confused, she quickly looked around for its source. Nothing. Her shower was as clean as ever.

So, where?

The sound of the shower and Matteo's muffled voice soon melded in the background as Ava's heart began racing. More so when the colour deepened to a darker crimson hue that even fresh running water failed to dilute it.

No... It can't be... If it didn't come from anywhere else, then...

With shaky hands, Ava finally reached between her legs. There was no way it could be coming from her, she fought to believe. Her pregnancy had been smooth sailing thus far, even with all the outside stress she's had to endure. She had multiple ultrasounds and routine checks as proof!

But one lift of her hand, and her heart stopped at once.

"Matteo..."

***

Everything onwards was a blur. A dream. A nightmare.

It was a few hours after the incident when Ava found herself waking up in a room that was not her own. Disoriented, she looked around to find herself in the hospital. But why?

Suddenly, flashes of that morning came back in a rush of hazy snippets like ones from a horror movie. The all-too-innocent video call with Matteo. The shower. The blood. The ambulance. The operating room. The pain. The pain of having to deliver...

Ava's hand shot straight to her round belly, a natural maternal reflex to ensure her baby was okay. But it didn't feel the same. It didn't feel right.

"Hello?" Ava called out loud, groaning as she tried to sit up. Expecting to see a nurse pop in, she was surprised to see both her boyfriend in the flesh, with her brother beside him.

"Wh—... " She had so many questions, she didn't know where to start. "Why am I here?" She finally asked, scared to put the pieces together. "Why am I in the hospital?"

Glancing at Matteo first, then Adrian, then back to Matteo, Ava was growing impatient. Their silence was not helping her anxiety as it hiked higher and higher up her chest until she felt like she was suffocating all over again. "Is our baby okay?"

If they could only answer one question, please let it be that.

Matteo was the first to speak, his voice as somber as his face, as Adrian's face, and as the doctor's face when she came in and closed the door behind her, amplifying the already deafening silence. Ava wasted no time getting straight to the point.

"Dr Galanis," she spoke to her doctor with a tight smile. "With all due respect, can you please tell me what's going on? Why am I here, and how is my baby???"

Not wanting to agitate her patient further, the doctor crossed the room and stopped to stand at the foot of Ava's bed. It was finally time to answer her most pressing questions.

"You were rushed to the hospital today, heavily bleeding," Dr Galanis began. "They brought you straight into my OR so we could assess what was happening, and make sure you and your baby were all right. But upon further assessment, I found that you had experienced what we call a placental abruption," she explained, finally delivering the news she was most dreading. "It's when the placenta peels off the uterine wall before the mother is ready to give birth, thus preventing the baby from getting the nutrients and oxygen he or she needs to develop. And, without knowing when the abruption happened, or how long he's been without oxygen..."

The doctor has had to share the news to Matteo and Adrian earlier that day when Ava was asleep, resting. But now, it was time for the mother herself to hear every parents' worst nightmare come true.

"I'm so sorry, Ava..." the doctor said with great sorrow and deepest regret, "but your son—... he didn't make it."

#[ ava stamos || narrative 02 ] #[ ⚠️warning! miscarriage & blood ] #[ ava x matteo ]

[reagan-mclean]

OC Kiss Prompt Day 1: Almost

This is a snippet for OC Kiss week 2024 for the prompt almost. I've never shared these particular OC's before, so I'm a little nervous, but I really enjoyed this piece.

Pain shot through Remys as he shifted into yet another uncomfortable position. Instinctually, he pressed a hand to his side and winced when he’d only made it worse. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself into a sitting position. There was no way he would be sleeping tonight. The pain made him let out a hiss, and he winced waiting to be chastised for not sleeping.

No reprimand ever came. Surprised, Remys blinked a couple times, then looked around to find the woman who’d offered to keep watch. He expected to see her sitting around the fire, making some tea, or writing in her journal. When he didn’t see her, he forced himself to get up. 

He stumbled slightly, the world starting to sway. Still he forced himself to step forward, biting down on his lip not to groan and wake the others. A quick glance around confirmed that both Kol and Anyssa were sleeping in their bedrolls. He knew the last member of their party wouldn’t be far. She took her responsibilities seriously. One of the few things that hadn’t changed. 

Sure enough she was seated on a broken piece of wall close enough to the camp to be aware of any trouble, but far enough to have a moment to herself. For a moment, Remys just watched her. She was humming a soft tune while looking down into her lap. She was bathed in the light from the full moon while the firelight brought the red out in her dark hair. Looking at her like that, he was reminded just how beautiful she was. 

He approached slowly, not wanting to ruin the moment. The short walk from his bedroll to the wall where she was seated, took just about all of his energy. He plopped down next to her with his back to the wall she was seated on, causing her to look over her shoulder. 

“You shouldn’t be awake,” she scolds, wrinkling her nose. 

“If you’re not sleeping, neither am I.”

“Remys, I’m on watch. That’s my job.”

“Technically it’s my watch rotation. You and Anyssa just decided that I can’t keep watch with my ribs wrapped up.”

“It's a serious injury. You need to rest. The last thing we need is you getting more hurt.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he suggests, looking into her magenta gaze. “I’ll go back to bed, if you tell me what’s causing you to brood all the way over here.”

“First of all, I’m not that far from camp. Second, I do not brood.” She turns back around so she’s facing away from camp and folds her arms across her chest. 

“Aurora, you are a brooding champion. Stop trying to deny it, and just tell me what’s got you staring into your lap.” All the elf does in response is toss a charm she’s holding over her shoulder into Remys’s lap. He picks it up in confusion. “Your necklace charm?”

“Not mine, Ava’s,” she swallows. Even with her back turned, Remys can tell she is trying not to cry. When she speaks again, her voice sounds hollow. “Do you know what that means? It means she was here. She was here and we missed her.”

“But that also means we can catch up.”

“Not likely. Kol said he chose this spot to stop because it showed signs that a party had just left after making camp for several hours undisturbed. That means they’re probably a whole day ahead of us,” she looks back over her shoulder again. “Likely more since we’ll be moving slower.”

She didn’t have to say it. He knew what she meant. If he wasn’t injured, they would have  a much easier time catching up with her sister. He leaned his head against the stone, drawing in a sharp breath. 

“You can leave me, if you have to. Go catch up with her.”

“What?” She gasped. “Why would you ever suggest such a thing? More importantly, what makes you think I’d ever agree to that?”

“The whole reason we came all this way was to find your sister. If you need to leave me to do that, I won’t hold it against you.”

“I can’t do that,” she declared, and Remys almost allowed himself to hope that it was because she still loved him, and couldn’t leave him behind. “What if she’s still with those creatures that kidnapped her. I’d rather face them in a group of competent combatants than alone.”

“If you don’t want to go in alone, and you have proof we’re heading in the right direction, what has you so worried?”

“Why are you so certain I’m worried about something?”

“Because you are by nature a worrier, and you scrunch your face when you’re worried about something. It makes your freckles fold in cute shapes.”

“How much attention are you paying to my freckles?”

“This might surprise you, but once upon a time I used to enjoy spending countless hours admiring your face, and you are avoiding my question.”

She breathed out in a huff. “How can you still know me so well after three years of absence? I am worried. My sister is missing, I’ll be worried until I find her.”

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“What if we’re too late?”

“Then we find a cleric to revive her,” Remys offers, knowing the solution is over simplistic. 

“What if that’s not an option?”

“Then at least you’ll have answers about what happened to her, and we’ll pray about what to do next.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“Auri,” he says, the affectionate nickname slipping out as if it hadn’t been three years since he’d last used it. “I can’t promise you that we can save Ava’s life, but I can promise you that I will do everything in power to help you bring her home. Worrying in a situation like this is natural, but if you worry too much, you’ll just wear yourself out.”

“I know you’ll do everything you can. You never have been able to do things halfway. I’m worried about me. What if I’m not good enough? My whole life has been a series of almosts. Almost gifted in music. Almost a favorite child. Almost the best student. Almost the leader of my cloister. Almost your wife. I can’t afford to turn this into another almost. We may not get along well, but Ava is all I have now, I can’t lose her.”

“Hey,” he whispered, gaining her attention. She leaned over to hear the soft words better, but went too far and lost her balance on the wall. She landed in his lap, and immediately winced. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that, especially with your injury.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured, just as soft as he’d spoken before, wrapping his arms around her. As he did so, he worried the gesture would be too familiar for where their relationship had fallen to. Instead she leaned into him. Perhaps out of instinct or a need for whatever comfort was offered, but perhaps she was just as stuck in the past as Remys was, remembering a time when they would sit like this for hours with no uncertainty.

His desire to comfort was so strong he couldn’t keep himself from pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before he continued whispering. “And don’t worry about being not good enough either. You are probably the most competent person in this camp. You’re an incredibly gifted cleric, loved by the god you serve. You put years of dedication into your craft. You’re smart and insightful. Perhaps overly cautious, but only to help you gather information from which you make sound judgements. You may have changed in the past three years, Auri, but you still have all your best qualities, and I have no doubt that your stubborn streak of yours is going to pull us through.”

“Realistically, I know you’re just trying to make me feel better and there’s still a high likelihood that we lost our best chance at saving her, but I actually do feel better,” she admitted, leaning forward to give him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“I’m here for you anytime you need me,” he promised, more than a little surprised she was still allowing him to hold her. Even she could acknowledge that she needed him in that moment though, even if she may not have wanted him. But he still wanted her. Seeing her so distraught hurt him much deeper than his wounds, and holding her again just reminded him of every happier moment they spent together. She may have poured out a heart full of regrets, but Remys really only had one regret in that moment: the time when Aurora went from his soon to be wife to the woman he almost married once. 

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #Aurora x Remys #d&d #d&d oc

[wayhaughtao3feed]

One shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wWaMOnE

by Scarletwidow_fan

Not only the characters that are in the hashtags will be In it, there will be more, but I had to put something there, I take requests

Started: 2023/07/26 Finished: -

Words: 78, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Wednesday (TV 2022), Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair

Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe, Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Additional Tags: One Shot, One Shot Collection, Smut, Fluff, Blood and Gore, Fluff and Angst, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Everything, Author Commentary, Author Is Not Religious

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wWaMOnE

#ao3feed #fanfic #Wayhaught

[simplyavatrice]

be my lover don’t play no game - chapter two

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Lilith has a strong, sharp jaw - Beatrice wonders if she could break it with one punch. “It was a mistake.”

“She clearly doesn’t think so.”

Cheap shot, but also…accurate. Ava was very clearly excited to see her and while Beatrice had to maintain her professionalism during the meeting, she’d be lying if she wasn't also glad to see her again as well.

Not that it matters. “It won’t be an issue.” Beatrice sets her briefcase down and starts unpacking it. There’s plenty of storage available in this room, she’ll be glad not to carry everything back and forth each day. “Since you’re apparently making me take the first floor tour-”

“I’m not dealing with your hook up all afternoon.”

Beatrice glares at her. “I will make it clear to her that we are going to be professional and I will do the job we were hired for.”

She watches Lilith’s cocky, obnoxious smirk fade just a little, watches her set her own things down on the big, rounded table in the center of the room. “It’s not you I’m worried about, Beatrice. I know you, I know you’ll do the job - I just think you need to be careful.”

“With what?”

Lilith gestures towards the door, as if to the entire hospital. “This place has some fairly strong ‘workplace home’ vibes. I got the sense that Dr. Superion is more of a mother figure to Dr. Silva than a boss - meaning if you upset her-”

“Dr. Silva is a grown woman.”

There’s a flicker of doubt in Lilith’s eyes. “She’s wearing duck socks.”

Yes, Beatrice noticed - they were kind of cute. “She’s quirky,” she can't help herself. “When I met her she was wearing a cowboy hat.”

Lilith’s face sours. “And you decided in that moment that you needed to fuck her in the bathroom?”

CONT ON AO3

#avatrice #avatrice fanfiction #avatrice au #warrior nun #warrior nun fanfiction #oh oh oh here we go #this one was fun to write #grown ups acting like teenagers #my favorite #reblogs appreciated <3

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Scenes in Haven: Mary and Ava

This is one of the individual scenes in my Dragon Age AU that don’t count toward any larger chapters.  They are intended to play out like dialogue scenes do in-game, so they will usually involve only two or three characters and generally be chill and lowkey.  This one takes place in Haven after Ava reluctantly joins the Inquisition in Benedictions 4:11 (x).  Here’s the link for AO3 too :) : https://archiveofourown.org/works/45396868/chapters/114217051

Mary sits atop a supply crate among the tents outside the Chantry, fiddling with something on her crossbow when she notices you walk up.  “Hey there, kid,” she greets.  She’s grinning at you in a friendly fashion, but the sharpness you noticed when you first met hasn’t completely gone away.  “Glad to see you up and moving.  I thought we’d have to haul your sleepy ass across the whole continent to fix this mess.  Hook that arm of yours up to some strings to aim it at Rifts.”

You roll your eyes.  “Nice to see you too, asshole.”  She just laughs.  “What are you doing?” You ask when she stops, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Recalibrating the firing mechanism,” she states.  “This girl killed a lot of demons at the Breach, and sometimes she needs a little tender loving to stay ready for the next fight.”

“Where did you even get her?”

“Can’t tell you that, beyond that she was a gift from a friend back in Kirkwall.”  She finishes whatever she’s trying to correct, shouldering the weapon and lifting the sight to eye level.  She aims at the snow and pulls the release.  It isn’t loaded, but the mechanism turns with a decisive clink, and she puts it back down, seemingly satisfied.

“Where’s Kirkwall?”

She tilts her head at the question.  “You don’t know?”

You scratch your neck.  “Should I?”

“We’ve been on a lot of people’s lips the past few years.”

“Yeah, there weren’t really a lot of geography lessons where I came from, so forgive me for not knowing every nook and cranny of Thedas,” you snark, crossing your arms.

“Cool it, sparky, I heard about your situation.”  You can’t stop your body from tensing up at this admission, but she’s already moving on.  “Kirkwall is in the Free Marches, just across the Waking Sea from Ferelden.  Old Tevinter city, now its own city state.  I lived there for about 7 or 8 years.”

You think back, trying to recall hearing anyone in Aeonar mention Kirkwall.  You might be imagining it, but you think you remember Francis and another Templar talking in low voices about some kind of attack.  Something about terrorism and an explosion maybe?

“Did something happen there?”

“‘Did something happen?’” She repeats, but not in a mocking way.  She snorts softly, sadness clouding her expression  “Yeah, kid.  Something happened, alright.  It’s kind of what kicked all of this off.”  She indicates the world around you in an encompassing fashion.

“You mean it started the war?”

She shakes her head.  “It wasn’t the start, not by a long shot, but I guess you could say it was the match on the fuse.  Point of no return and all that.”  She hesitates, clearly debating whether or not to tell you more.  “A friend of mine blew up the Chantry there,” she ultimately reveals, watching your reaction closely as she does.

“Blew it up?”  That would certainly explain what the Templars were whispering so heatedly about.  You didn’t pay any attention at the time, but clearly you should have.

“Yeah.  His name was Anders.”  She sighs.  “He was a mage, like you.  He spent a long time trying to make it in Kirkwall, do some good.  But he lost his way, and we’re all dealing with the consequences.”

You can sense that she really isn’t interested in talking about this, at least not now.  You respect that, so you try to switch tracks.  “Is that why you’re here helping the Inquisition?”

“Mm, Suzanne reached out to me when Divine Justinia started planning the Conclave.  We’ve known each other a long time, her and me, so when she asked me to come, I agreed.”

“I guess that was good thinking on her part,” you say, smirking wryly.

She rolls her eyes.  “Yeah, sure.  Now I’m freezing my ass off here fighting demons instead of sitting in my nice, cozy house in the city.  I’m feeling really great about agreeing to the invitation,” she drawls, making you snicker.

Your Friend perks up at your laughter, curious, and it feels like a warm hand on your neck.  She’s looking at Mary, assessing her.  You aren’t sure what She’s searching for, but She must find it because She settles down a moment later, making your skin glow for a second or two before fading out.

Mary notices this, and the humor drains from her face.  “I heard about that too.”

“From who?” You ask suspiciously, hackles rising.

“It’s not a secret,” she says unapologetically.  “At least not among the inner circle here.  When you were out, Baldy started hinting at stuff while he watched you.  Talking about spirits and the Fade.  Plus, there’s what we heard in the Temple, don’t think anyone’s forgotten that.”

“...Beatrice brought it up too,” you say slowly.  “It’s true.  At least, I think it is.  I was dead before I came here.  My Friend brought me back.”  

(You've been grappling with that fact all day, casting your mind back to the choking and the crying and the rhythmic gushing of blood.  When you were eight, one of your baby teeth got infected, and despite Senior Enchanter Wynne's gentle scolding, you couldn't resist poking at it with your tongue, fixating on the morose throb of it.  This is much the same.  You poke at the memory, trying to pinpoint the moment, the second of your death.  It's buried somewhere in the green murk between then and waking up at the Breach.  Lost, despite your best efforts. That this poking left you shaking and sobbing behind the Chantry, tucked out of sight from the staring, the whispers, and the Maker, is of no consequence.)

“You think it’s your friend?”

“I know She is,” you declare hotly.  Mary just waves at you to calm down.

“Turn the heat off, kid, I’m not trying to say anything.”

“Sure sounds like you are.  Just like the other two,” you grumble bitterly.

She frowns.  “I’m not in charge of them.  I’ll only tell you what I think, and what I think is that you need to be careful.”

“Beatrice said that too…”

“She’s not wrong.  Look, Ava, my buddy Anders?  He had a spirit friend too, one he took inside himself just like you have.  But it became corrupted by accident, and he couldn’t control it.  Instead, it controlled him, and drove him to blow up that Chantry.  I don’t want to see something like that happen again.”

“You won’t.  She doesn’t control me.”

“Good,” she says, calm as anything in the face or your defiance.  “Let’s keep it that way.  I’m not saying I’m gonna try to exorcize you or something.  I just want you to be careful and keep it in check.  And I want you to talk to us, if you start to feel like you can’t.”

“And get stabbed to death by Lilith?  Are you kidding?”

“Not Lilith, then,” she concedes.  “Talk to me about it.  Or Baldy, he's Mr. Fade Guru or whatever. Will you swear that to me?”

You turn your head away, unsure how to feel.  On the one hand, she’s looking at you like they did, like you’re oil seeking fire.  But on the other… it doesn’t feel like she’s lying.

“We’ve only just met,” you say, testing her.  “How do you know I’ll keep my word?”

“I don’t,” she admits easily.  “But I think you need someone in your corner, and I’m willing to bet you haven’t had that in a long time.  So, I’m putting myself out there.  Let me help you.”

You’ve never had anyone in your corner, you don’t tell her, not since your mom was alive.  Diego didn’t count.  He was your friend, but he was a kid even younger than you, powerless and now… even less.  So to hear her offering herself so easily to you, without knowing anything about you?  It’s doing things to your heart that you won’t admit to in a million years.

“...Okay,” you breathe softly.  “I’ll talk to you.  If I need to.”

She grins again.  “Thanks, Ava.”

Silence settles between the two of you.  She picks up her crossbow again and pulls out a rag to start polishing it while you struggle for something else to say.

“So how do you know Mother Superion?”

She chuckles loudly, looking suddenly years younger.  “Oh, that’s a story.  Settle in, sparky, it’s a long one.”

#warrior nun #dragon age #dragon age au #my writing #i have another one mostly done between solas and ava #then there may or may not be one with mama s #i hope ava and mary sound like themselves #i think they do but you never know

[ao3-feedwayhaught]

One shots

by Scarletwidow_fan

Not only the characters that are in the hashtags will be In it, there will be more, but I had to put something there, I take requests

Started: 2023/07/26 Finished: -

Words: 78, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Wednesday (TV 2022), Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair

Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe, Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Additional Tags: One Shot, One Shot Collection, Smut, Fluff, Blood and Gore, Fluff and Angst, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Everything, Author Commentary, Author Is Not Religious

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48874174

#wayhaught #wayhaught fics #ao3 #ao3feed

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Revelações no Al’s

by ES_Morango

Era pra ser uma simples noite no Al’s pra atualizar as amigas das novidades mas terminou em uma boa conversa, muitas provocações e melhor: muitas revelações. Afinal, como uma noite entre esse grupo muito específico de amigas e heroínas poderia ser simples?!

Words: 1626, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Português brasileiro

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015), Ava Sharpe, Sara Lance

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen, Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe

Additional Tags: Female Friendship, Friendship, Late Night Conversations, Girls' Night Out, Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl, Established Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor in Love, Past Alex Danvers/Sara Lance, One Shot

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#supercorp #Kara x Lena #Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor #karlena

[snappedsky]

Borderlands: Skies the Bodyguard 5

Skies explores Nekrotafeyo.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Chapter 23

           “Nekrotafeyo!”

           Sanctuary III blasts through hyperspace, following the beam of light coming off of Elpis. In the bridge, Lilith, Tannis, Ava, Claptrap, Skies, and the Vault Hunters wait excitedly.

           But nobody’s more excited than Skies.

           “Nekrotafeyo!” she cheers again, “I can’t believe it! A lost, untouched, abandoned alien planet- this is like a treasure hunter’s wet dream!”

           “And an archeologist’s,” Tannis agrees, “also Typhon Deleon, the first Vault Hunter. Ooooh, I’ve always wanted to meet him.”

           “Focus, you two,” Lilith scolds, “he said this concerns the end of the universe. There’s no time for playing around.”

           Tannis and Skies nod seriously but glance at each other and grin.

           “We’re here,” BALEX announces as the ship comes to a stop.

           Everyone looks out in awe at the grey planet before them. A green light is erupting from its surface, causing a good chunk of it to blast to pieces into its atmosphere.

           “So this is the Eridian home world,” Tannis breathes, “after all this time…”

           “Ooh, I can’t wait to get my hands on all the ruins,” Skies chitters excitedly.

           “Shouldn’t you go meet Typhon? He did call you after all,” Lilith points out.

           “Eh, the Vault Hunters should get that honour first. This is Vault Hunter business,” she argues, “I’ll meet him later, after I’ve satiated my hunger for exploring and treasure.”

           She rubs her hands together eagerly as she heads for the door, but Moze stops her. “Wait, Skies, one thing.”

           “Hm?” she questions and the Vault Hunters grab her angrily by the front of her shirt.

           “Quit stealing our boss fights!”            Skies chuckles, holding up her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I promise.”

           Together, she and the Vault Hunters head down to the cargo hold. While they get into a drop pod, she flies her ship down to the surface of the planet.

           Skies watches the scene fly by eagerly, looking for some nice juicy ruins. She finally lands the Sky Rider on a ridge with a nice view of the surrounding environment. It seems to be made mostly of stone and overgrown vegetation. Not too far in the distance is a large structure with red light blasting out of the top like lava from a volcano.

           “Okay, let’s see what we can find,” she says as she gets out and heads down to the nearby ruins.

           A cluster of thick, red vines immediately blocks her path but those get easily cut away by her bladed fist. However, as she enters the ruins of what could be some sort of temple, the first thing she sees are Maliwan barricades.

           “Maliwan!” she barks into her ECHO communicator. “What the hell are Maliwan doing here?”

           “We’ve found Maliwan too, but they’re all dead,” FL4K replies.

           “Not by us…yet,” Zane adds.

           “How could Maliwan have known about Nekrotafeyo?” Lilith questions, “stay sharp, guys.”

           “Ugh, so much for this place being lost and untouched,” Skies groans with disgust. “Now Maliwan has their gross little fingers all over these ruins. They better be all dead already, or they’ll have to deal with me.”

           Fortunately for Skies- and unfortunately for Maliwan- she does find a camp set up deeper in the ruins, filled with soldiers. She grins with sick delight as she grabs her assault rifle.

           “Hey, Maliwan~~~,” she sings and a soldier turns to look, only to get her bladed fist straight through his visor. He gags on blood as he falls to the ground.

           The surrounding soldiers quickly ready their weapons. A few well-placed shots from Skies’ rifle takes out a couple of them as she ducks behind cover. She switches to her pistol and begins head-shooting each and every soldier as she weaves in and out of cover. They don’t stand a chance.

          Once the whole camp is massacred, Skies leans against a barricade and reloads her weapons, sighing. “That wasn’t as satisfying as I was hoping.”

           Once ready and loaded, Skies grabs her ECHO communicator. “Hey, Vault Hunters, you find Deleon yet?”

           “Not yet, but we’re almost there,” Amara replies.

           “Okay. I’ll start making my way towards you guys.”

           “Want us to wait?” Moze asks.

           “Nah, nah. You go ahead. I said you should have the honour of the first visit. I’ll get there when I get there.”            Skies hooks her ECHO back onto her belt and continues through the ruins.

           She doesn’t find anymore Maliwan soldiers as she exits the temple, but she does run into the local fauna. The Nekrobugs charge her immediately, but they’re easy enough to handle; barely a challenge as Skies strolls through the forest, casually shooting them with her rifle.

           Eventually, she finds an end to the forest and drops down into more Eridian ruins. It’s an enclosed space surrounded by high stone walls and a corridor on one side.

           “Looks like a boss arena,” she remarks drily.

           “Your journey ends here, Vault Hunter!” an obnoxious voice barks as a Maliwan heavy soldier lands a few feet away. “I’m gonna end you, for my name is Daniel Traunt!”

           “Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Skies exclaims, “I’m not a Vault Hunter.”

           “Huh, you’re not?” he questions, “you look like a Vault Hunter.”            “Rude.”

           “Then why you heading for the Vault?”

           “I was just exploring randomly.”

           “Oh.”

           “Well, look, I love killing Maliwan as much as anyone right now, but if you’re looking for the Vault Hunters then I should probably leave you alone,” Skies says, “I promised I wouldn’t steal anymore of their boss fights, so…”

           “Hold on, I can’t just let you leave,” Traunt declares, “you ain’t Maliwan, so that makes us enemies.”

           “That’s really reductive.”

           Traunt begins firing a volley of shock orbs. Skies quickly scrambles out of the way to dodge.

           “Hey, dude! Knock it off!” she exclaims “this will only end badly for you!...and for me! I don’t want the Vault Hunters mad at me!”

           “Taste the fury of General Traunt!” he shouts and shoots a large shock orb into the air. It hovers there for a second before releasing multiple smaller orbs in all directions. Skies ducks behind a pillar for a cover.

           “Would you give it a rest?” she barks.

           “You cannot hide! Traaauuunt!”

           “Jack’s sake, you’re annoying.”

           Skies dives out of cover and begins making a break for the corridor. As much as it stings her pride, she’s got no choice but to run from this loser.

           But before she can make it, Traunt gets a direct shot on her. Her body convulses from the electric shock, the blades on her right arm popping in and out, and she drops to her knees.

           “Yes! Traunt!”

           Skies growls angrily and reaches into her coat. “I said…knock it off!”

           She whips out a bomb and detonates it right at Traunt’s face. The force makes him stumble back but his shield took most of the damage.

           He quickly shakes off the smoke and looks around but Skies is nowhere to be seen.

           “Runaway, did you? Coward!” he taunts.

           A chill runs up his spine and he looks back to see Skies leaping at him. He exclaims with surprise as she latches onto his back and starts cutting into his canister with her blades.

           “Stop! Get off!” Traunt cries as he spins around, firing wildly. But Skies holds tight, attacking like a rabid animal.

           Steam starts rising from Traunt’s canister. Skies flips off of him, knocking him onto his face.

           “Oh no,” he whimpers.

           The canister explodes, destroying every inch of General Traunt.

           Skies pants as she glares at the smoldering pile left behind and takes a couple of deep breaths to lower her blood pressure.

           “Skies!”

           She turns at the accusatory voices as the Vault Hunters drop into the arena.

           “O-oh, hey, guys,” she says guiltily.

           “We told you to stop stealing our boss fights!” Moze snaps, pointing at the remains of Traunt.

           “Look, listen, I tried really hard not to fight him,” Skies insist, “but he was such a dick. I was seeing red.”

           They huff with aggravation.

           “Oh, come on, don’t be mad. You can have whatever loot he has. And I promise I won’t steal anymore boss fights after this. For real.”

           They just grumble.

           “Did you find Deleon?” Skies asks.

           “Yeah,” Zane replies, “I’ll send you the coordinates to his camp.”            “He said he has a way of stopping the Destroyer,” Amara adds.

           “Really? How?” Skies asks.

           “Some kind of Eridian machine,” Moze replies, “but we need a fourth Vault key to get to it.”

           “He told us where to find it,” Fl4K adds, “we’re on our way to it now.”

           “Okay, cool,” Skies says, “I’ll go meet him and get the details. See you, guys.”

           They wave as she passes by and climbs out of the arena.

           Following the coordinates they gave her, Skies makes her way through the ruins. It’s quiet now, since the Vault Hunters took care of any enemies along the way.

           Exiting into a large, rocky desert area, she sticks close to the mountain side until she finds an opening and goes inside. She continues following her map until she reaches a dead end.

           “Hm,” she muses, looking from the wall to her map. “According to the coordinates, the camp should be right here…maybe…secret wall?”           She reaches for it and it suddenly turns translucent as her hand passes through. “Secret wall. Nice.”            She passes through into a large cave, illuminated by glowing orbs hanging from red vines. As she makes her way along the rocky ridge, she reaches a large metal platform chained to the ceiling of the cave. She starts to step onto it when two robots block her path.

           “Halt, intruder,” one says seriously.

           “Yeah, not another step,” the other says, more cheerfully.

           “Hi, I’m looking for-,” Skies starts to say but gets cut off.

           “Not another word,” the cheerful one demands.

           “You shall turn back around and never speak of this place,” the serious one orders, “or face my wrath.”

           “No, face my wrath!” the other argues.

           “No, mine.”            Skies groans with annoyance. “Ugh, I am not in the mood for this.”

           “Grouse, Sparrow,” a voice suddenly calls out from deeper in the cave. “What’s going on?”

           “We have an intruder,” the happy robot replies.

           “Nothing I cannot handle,” the serious one adds.

           A man approaches from down the platform- stocky with a cybernetic eye, a pair of goggles on his head, and a shock whip in hand.

           “Ah, you must be the treasure hunter,” he says, “the Vault Hunters told me you were coming.”

           “And you must be…” An excited grin stretches across Skies’ face. “Typhon Deleon.”

           He smiles back.

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A collection of AvaLance alternate universe one-shots, one for each day of AU-gust 2022

Day 29 Prompt: Where It All Went Wrong (T)

Sara takes a moment to ponder where it all went wrong. At what point in time did she turn from a private eye with a steady – if floundering – business into the sap being fitted for cement shoes by the goons of Star City’s most notorious crime lord?

She supposes it all started the morning Ava Sharpe waltzed into her office. Before that, she was pretty good at looking out for number one. Before that, she never would have lost her head over a dame.

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