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[luninosity]

Catching up on @evanstanweek posts! (Yesterday was a busy teaching day!)

Here’s day one, for the prompt ‘Dodger’ - soft domestic established-relationship fluff.

Read here on AO3 - 1133 words, no warnings, rated T for now though that may change with additional chapters!

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Chris finishes pouring Sebastian’s coffee, pauses to watch as constellations become visible across the mug given the newfound heat, and grins at stars for a second. He’d bought Seb this mug, a couple months ago, just because he’d seen it and wanted to. Seb adores it.

 Sebastian’s happy. Here. With him. Chris knows that right down to the marrow of his bones, and it lights him up inside.

 He’s happy too. Fuck, he’s happy. Right here in their kitchen, on an afternoon full of bracing chilly winter air and grey drizzle from damp skies. More than he’d ever imagined he could be.

 He’s always wanted a family, a partner, love. He’d said so, laughing, in interviews, even long before meeting Sebastian Stan. He’d always pictured the kind of life, domestic and cozy and romantic, where he could get up early and make the love of his life breakfast in bed, or take someone stargazing, or go for a walk in the woods with a big friendly dog or two bouncing alongside.

 He’s got all that. He’s got all that and more. Just now he’s making coffee—and tea for himself—because Sebastian loves coffee in the same way kittens love sunbeams, and Chris loves seeing those familiar sweet opal-ocean eyes get all warm and pleased.

 That always makes him feel warm too. Right down in his soul, where joy lives.

 He knows Sebastian doesn’t always like gloomy days, darker sunless days. Seb likes rain and storms, because they’re full of motion; Seb likes sunlight and tempting horizons and even whipping wind, a world that’s quick and alive. But the flat dull leaden weather, day after day, gets hard. Restless. Scratchy, under Seb’s skin.

 Right now Chris thinks they’ve got it handled, though. He’s loved Sebastian for years, and he’s learned a few tricks. New books help. So does good sex. And warmth and coziness, feeling soothed and calmed and settled into place.

 He grins at the mug again. He’s left Dodger out in the living room with Seb, being good company and a good anchor. He loves that Sebastian loves his dog, and Dodger loves Seb right back. They got along right from the start: playtime, tummy rubs, laughter, walks together. Sebastian stays with Dodger when Chris has to fulfil some obligations, when Seb’s not busy doing the same; Chris had given him keys to the house early on, before it became their house and not just Chris’s, though that hadn’t taken long either. Sebastian feels right here. Part of this home.

 Chris had come in once after a shower, tired from a long plane flight and a weary drive amid sputtering cloudbursts, and had caught Sebastian flopped down on the floor by the fire, having an earnest conversation with Dodger, nose to nose: you know I love him, Seb had been saying. You know how much he means to me. So we’re gonna take care of him, okay? You and me. We got this.

 Chris, worn thin by hours on a plane and interview anxiety and the tension of driving in rain, had felt the tears well up. He’d stood there in the doorway and put a hand over his mouth, afraid to make a sound; both Seb and Dodger had looked up, and smiled at him.

 Thinking of that, he smiles now; he turns back toward the living room, the sofa, his family and his heart.

 He takes a step or two that way; and then he has to stop, because the sight’s so wonderful, so piercing, that he forgets he’s holding mugs of hot beverages and starts to press a hand to his heart.

 He catches the motion. But his hand quivers to do it anyway: to feel the emotion, to flatten his palm over the wild thump and leap and bonfire glow inside his chest.

 Sebastian’s fallen asleep, settled right where Chris left him moments ago. His book—that new history of women in the space program that Chris’d given him that morning—has fallen onto his chest. His hair’s fluffed up, dark against the blue-striped couch-pillow; his mouth’s a little open. Firelight traces his cheekbones, his chin.

 He’s wearing one of Chris’s long-sleeved shirts and his own sweatpants and striped fuzzy socks, and he’s tucked up in the giant cream-colored knit blanket that Chris had put around him, and he’s got a second blanket in the form of Dodger, who’s draped across him and snuggled under one of Seb’s arms, which has obviously been good for cuddling.

 Dodger lifts his head when Chris takes another small step. His ears perk up, but he doesn’t move. His expression says: I know where I’m needed, I’m keeping him safe and warm and pinned under a nice heavy dog-weight, he’s good at snuggling puppies, and I’m taking excellent care of him for you.

 You are, Chris wants to say. Oh, you are. Oh fuck I love you both—

 He’s afraid if he tries to talk he’ll either start bawling or wake Seb. So he just stands there helplessly gazing at the loves of his life, while his heart cracks and spills over with light, incandescent and shattering and blinding. He’s pretty sure he can’t die from love, but at the moment he just might anyway, because the sight lances right through him and opens him up, pouring out clear profound aching protectiveness and adoration and desire and rightness in rays of crystal.

 When he remembers to breathe he tastes the scents of his own tea, and Sebastian’s coffee: herbal, nutty, full of steam. His hands are warm. The fire crackles and pounces on greyness and shoos it all away: nothing but light and heat left here in this room.

 Sebastian stirs slightly but doesn’t quite wake. His fingers shift in Dodger’s fur, then relax. Dodger sets his head back down atop Seb’s chest, contentedly.

 Chris breathes out, blinks rapidly—his vision’s kind of water-logged—and crosses over to them, as quietly as possible.

 He doesn’t think he’s made a noise, sitting down and putting mugs down, but Seb yawns and stirs again, eyelashes lifting: half-awake and drowsy. He finds Chris to look at immediately, and smiles: sleepy, unguarded, beautiful. “Hey.”

 “Hey, yourself.” Chris tugs Seb’s feet into his own lap, rubbing one gently. With those fuzzy socks, they’re warm; with a Dodger-blanket, Sebastian must be completely warm and weighed down, securely held, all over. “Go back to sleep.”

 “No,” Seb protests lazily. “Coffee. You. Dodger. Nice.” Dodger lets out a happy puppy-huff at the sound of his name, and also at Seb’s hand resuming scratching duties behind his ears.

 “Don’t worry,” Chris tells them both, one hand now kneading Seb’s calf and the other getting back to puppy-petting duties himself, right where they all should be, “I’ll heat your coffee up anytime it gets cold.”

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[heyyyharry]

Chapter 11: The Lake Of Tears

(from ‘The Winter and The Crown’)

…in which journeys end in lovers meeting.

Word count: 3k

AU: queen!y/n, commander!harry

Description: Y/N and Harry set off on a new adventure to find ‘the cure’ for an ancient curse, meanwhile, the enemies are plotting to take her kingdom.

Wattpad link (Reyna as Peach/Y/N)

A/N: I just want to say: STAN LANCE FOR CLEAR SKIN! 🥺

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Y/N was a descendant of the first High King. The facts were still spinning around in Lance’s head as he left the library.

Why hadn’t anyone mentioned it to him before? Could this mean something? Could it have anything to do with the witch’s prophecy about her being the saviour? Y/N might have believed it’d referred her overthrowing her brother, but what if her fate was more than just that?

Something told him that Mary might know more than she’d told him, and if that was true, his Queen might be in bigger danger.

He was too impatient to wait until morning, so he decided to visit Mary this instant. He was hurrying down the long empty corridor when memories flickered across his eyes, slicing over his skin. Memories that he didn’t know he’d had. Memories that he didn’t want. He never would’ve thought that memories could physically hurt, but now the floor and ceiling had started spinning. Lance pressed a palm against the wall as he tried to navigate and not pass out right there.

The real world began to fade. He found himself standing outside in the woods. It was dawn. Snow was falling slowly around him, smoke rising from the chimney of a small cottage. There was movement at one of the windows—a white-haired woman peering out from inside. For a moment Lance thought she saw him, but then she stepped away and disappeared.

“Your Majesty!”

Lance blinked back to reality and saw Jo heading towards him with a lantern in hand. Her face was twisted with concern. “What are you doing out of bed?” she asked, eyeing him up and down. “Are you not feeling well?”

Lance opened his mouth to reply just as his thoughts started skipping back and forth. His eyes pinched shut. Every memory was the colour of snow. Icy-white. Rosy cheeks and kisses and sunsets. Tears making rivers at his feet. The pain suddenly subsided and his fingers carefully and slowly fell away from his hair. His throat shivered before he spoke. “I was reading in the library. What are you doing out of bed?”

“I’m looking for Mary,” Jo said.

“She wasn’t in bed?” Lance asked, surprised.

Jo shook her head, her brows furrowed. “I woke up and she was gone.”

“How did she get past the guards outside the door?”

“The guards weren’t there.”

Before Lance could react to that, a scream tore through the stillness of the castle. They both snapped their heads to the same direction as they heard it again, then footsteps of frantic guards pounding down the hallway. Lance and Jo exchanged looks before dashing to where the scream had come from. They bumped into Mary at a turn. She was still dressed in her nightgown, a coat wrapped around her shoulders to keep herself warm. She looked horrified as she bent her knees and apologised to Lance.

Jo yanked her up by her arm and scolded her for having left the room. Meanwhile, Lance was silently watching their behaviours. He could see the difference in the way Jo treated Mary. She didn’t call Mary ‘a witch’ anymore, and she seemed more worried than angry. Lance didn’t want to read into things that might or might not be there, but he felt like Jo had started to trust Mary a bit too much. Unfortunately, he’d started to doubt this woman.

“Where did you go?” he asked, his voice composed.

Fear crossed Mary’s face for a brief second, and she was quick to mask it with a confused expression. “I sleepwalked.”

“Since when do you sleepwalk?” Jo asked.

“I don’t know,” Mary said with a small shrug.

Lance knew she was lying. Mary had put on a coat to leave the room. She’d done it on purpose. But what was it?

“Was it you who screamed?” Jo asked, still holding Mary’s hand.

Mary took a cautious glance at Lance before shaking her head. “No, I heard it too.”

Lance’s heart was beating hard and fast as he pushed aside his doubt for Mary and headed straight toward the screaming. A small crowd of courtiers in nightgowns had gathered around a window, their faces lit by the pale moonlight, and Lance could make out the fear on every single one.

“Your Majesty!” a guard exclaimed, and everyone immediately backed away from the window as soon as they saw Lance.

“It’s the emissary, Your Majesty,” said another guard.

Jo, who was standing right beside Lance now, smacked both hands over her mouth and let out a gasp. Lance peered out of the window of the tower, wind and snow slapping at his face and hair.

On the ground lay George Wallace, his limbs bending in unusual positions. The blood flowed thickly from his body; in the moonlight, it was as dark as black ink. His eyes were open, staring lifelessly back at Lance.

“He killed himself, Your Majesty,” the guard said. There were horrified whispers among the others.

“Did anyone see him jump?”

“No, Your Majesty.”

Lance looked over his shoulder. Jo and the other ladies were sobbing now. But then there was Mary, who silently met his gaze and slowly turned away.

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Y/N sprinted through the forest, her feet punching through the snow, fury growing in her stomach with each violent step. She didn’t look back, but she knew Harry was right behind her.

The snow was falling in thick sheets now, and Y/N vaguely remembered having taken this path before. Her head still hurt. The ringing in her ears had become a scream yet she tried not to slow down to keep up with the deer.

It stopped when they broke out of a line of trees.

Y/N held her breath.

It didn’t take her too long to recognise the familiar surroundings. She had stood on this cliff a few nights ago, looking at the same moon, and witnessed a reunion between two star-crossed lovers with ill fate.

The snow started coming down in thick washes of white, and Y/N began to feel it again. The cold of the water rushing into her lungs. The pain of death.

The wind was blowing harder now. Everything felt too much. She smelled smoke. Something burning. She heard a cry for help. A wailing of a child.

“The deer!” Harry shouted, pulling her back to reality.

Her eyes shot open as she whipped her head around and saw that they were the only two standing on the cliff. The deer was gone.

“It was only an illusion,” Harry yelled over the howling of the wind. “We must get back before it’s too late.”

“Come, Y/N, come, my child.”

It was that voice again, calling from beyond the cliff.

“We can’t go back!” Y/N screamed, pushing away from Harry. “I must–”

He grabbed her by the arms and spun her around with a force so violent that she could see the fear in his eyes when they met hers. He tightened his fingers around her wrists. “Remember what happened at the house. This is not real.”

Y/N remembered vividly what had happened. That was how she knew this wasn’t like that. She was well aware of what was happening. This was real. Harry wouldn’t get it. He hadn’t seen those things that she’d seen. He could not communicate with the deer. It had brought them here for a reason, and the answer they were looking for lay beyond that cliff.

She looked over her shoulders. A strong wind sailed over them and her braid broke loose, releasing her long waves of hair like water pouring into the sky. She looked back at Harry. His green eyes swimming with tears.

“You must jump.”

“I must jump,” she echoed the words coming from beyond the cliff.

Harry’s eyes went wide with shock. “Stop! You’re not thinking straight!”

“I am thinking straight!” she snapped, startling him, yet his grip only tightened around her bony wrists. “You promised that you’d trust me!”

“That doesn’t mean I’d let you kill yourself!” he snapped.

“Come to me, my child.”

Y/N was sobbing now. She shook her head, tears flying out of the corners of her eyes. “The voice is coming from under. I have to jump.”

“You don’t!” He let go of her hand only to cup her face between his cold, gloveless palms. His gaze was fierce and gentle at the same time as he forced her to look him in the eye. “Go back with me,” he spoke softly.

Y/N wanted to go with him. They could return to the cave and pretend that none of this had happened. Sadly, every single part of her knew what she must do next. The trees, the dark snow-filled sky, the ash clouds rising up beneath her feet and the icy water in her lungs. They weren’t illusions; they were memories from a past life, calling out for her, and she must answer.

“I’m sorry.” She released an unsteady breath. “I love you.”

Harry’s fingers froze on her cheeks. His glassy eyes went round and wide as he gazed at her unblinkingly.

She stepped closer, touching his face. “And you loved me, too. I know you don’t remember, but there was a time when I was everything you’d ever wanted. I’m sorry I put you in danger. I’m sorry you had to sacrifice so much for me, even your life. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you then. And I’m sorry I cannot go with you now. So if I don’t come back, I want you to know that nothing has changed for me. I’ll...I’ll always love you no matter what becomes of us.”

“I believe you.”

“What?”

A line appeared between Harry’s brows. He caught his breath, his skin turning blue and grey. “I believe you,” he echoed his own words. “I don’t remember everything. But I...I remember loving you.”

Y/N couldn’t bear another thought, so she shifted forward and pressed her lips to his. His fingers found the back of her neck, gentle like snowflakes caught in hair, and she kissed him harder before her heart swelled up into her throat. When she drew her mouth away from his, she believed he knew what she was going to do next, yet was so stunned by the kiss that he was frozen in place.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and shoved him away. Right as he fell onto the snow, Y/N threw herself right off the cliff. Harry’s painful cry shattered the dark stormy sky as Y/N started free-falling into the endless blackness.

Everything slowed down until there was nothing. Only her and the moon that seemed to swallow her whole. Her hand reached out, kissing that giant bright globe. Everything was a blur. Her body twirled and jerked as she fell. The wind in her face made it impossible to breathe. She felt like she'd suffocate before she ever hit the water surface. And when she did, she felt a thousand needles poking into her skin. The cold water drowned her. She closed her eyes. And dreamed.

She was standing in the corner of a warm firelit room, watching a woman, whose hair was as white as snow, rocking her child to sleep.

The Moon Lady. Y/N recognised her. She looked even more beautiful up close, yet she seemed so restless. She kept glancing at the door as if expecting somebody. Y/N assumed her husband was supposed to be home by now. The Shadow Man.

The snow was falling down in thick sheets outside the windows. A storm was gathering in the sky, so her husband probably wouldn’t make it back.

Before Y/N could finish her next thought, the door was kicked down with a force so violent that the walls seemed to shake. Cold winds washed over the room, nearly blowing out the fire.

Three tall men walked in, weapons in hands, symbols of the army on their uniforms. They were Isolde guards.

Y/N tried to move. She wanted to help the lady because she recognised the fear in the lady’s eyes. But it seemed as if her feet were glued to the floor, and all she could do was scream at the lady to run, do something, get out of here. No words escaped. No matter how hard she tried to scream, she could not make a sound.

“Where’s Lokesh?” the woman asked, standing up and pressing her baby tightly against her chest.

The men strolled around the room. They knew they could overpower this poor woman, so they were taking their time.

“The King’s never coming back here again,” said one of them as they stared into the fire, which was burning low. “We’re here to collect what’s his.”

Another one reached for the child but the woman was quick to kick over a chair and stop him from getting any closer. “No, you won’t have my child!” she raised her voice. “I need to speak to Lokesh!”

“The child belongs to the King. That’s the deal.”

‘There’s no deal!” cried the woman. “He loves me. He won’t let our baby be harmed!”

“The King has promised the Gods. He won the war, so now it’s either the life of that baby or his.”

“No.” The woman shook her head so fast it might fall right off her neck. “He won the war on his own. He would never trade our baby’s life for any God. He wouldn’t want anyone to hurt his child.”

It was no use reasoning with these men; Y/N knew they weren’t here to hear this woman out.

One of them nodded to the other. “Grab her.”

They advanced. The Moon Lady stepped back.

She screamed.

Y/N felt like her ears exploded as glass shattered and the whole house shook like there was an earthquake. Before any of the men could run for the door, the fire flared out and consumed the one closest to it.

Y/N jolted right up. The smell of ash and snow still hung over her. She felt the snow against her cheek. Cold and wet. The scent of earth and green filled her nostrils. She looked up. Moonlight peeked through the trees, pale and lonely. Her fingers pushed into the snow, into the soil, hands burrowing up to her wrists. A ringing filled her ears. As soon as she realised she was alive, she sucked in air like it had never felt so good inside her lungs.

She was sprawling on the lakeshore, soaked from head to toes yet she couldn’t feel the cold or pain. She rolled up her sleeves and lifted her arms to see that the scars and wounds were all gone. Her skin was as smooth and soft as that of a baby. She looked like she’d stripped off her old skin and put on a new one.

The surface of the lake was as smooth as black glass. Y/N threw a stone and watched it skip across the still water, the radiating ripples caught the moonlight. After three skips, the stone sank, then once again, the lake looked like glass.

She’d found it.

The lake that wasn’t frozen on the coldest winter night on the North mountain.

The lake which had healed her.

The sound of footsteps on the snow startled Y/N, snapping her back to reality. She whipped her head around to find a tall dark figure towering over her. She was just about to fight when she heard the voice.

“Peach, it’s me.”

His face emerged from the shadow, brightened by the moonlight.

“Harry!”

Y/N jumped right to her feet, her arms tightened around his neck. He was wet too, but she’d hold him forever if she could. He hugged her back and everything felt right again. She knew that he was real and not just a figment of her imagination.

He was the first to pull away and cup her face between his palms, bringing their foreheads together. “Peach, are you okay?” he asked, gently.

She nodded fast, not sure if she was laughing or crying. Her voice cracked as she spoke. “You jumped. You could’ve died.”

He let out a shaky laugh as his fingers buried into her tangled hair. “You would’ve definitely died. You can’t swim, Peach.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She blinked up at him. “What? How...how do you know that?”

His mouth curled into the smile of the man she loved. “I’ve saved you from drowning before, haven’t I?”

Realisation finally sank in.

She let out a sob, then burst into tears.

“You remember,” she said quietly.

He gave a nod, brushing his thumbs across her cold cheeks. “Everything, my love. I remember everything.”

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Scares and Sweets

My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters: Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance, Thea Queen, Moira Queen, Robert Queen Fandom: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen Summary: Halloween, 2000: Oliver's plans to impress Laurel are waylaid and then improved by his baby sister. Inspired by @unusual-raccoon *Can be read on my AO3, link is in bio*

“Mom, no come on!”

Oliver couldn’t believe this. Had his parents always been trying to ruin his life or had it only been since his little sister had come along and decided to be such a pain?

He didn’t normally feel that way about her. And it was hard maintaining the anger as Thea skipped around him in her yellow princess dress, humming under her breath. But she was seriously cramping his style here!

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but Raisa is too sick to go out tonight.”

“So pay somebody else a little extra,” he suggested.

His father now shook his head. “You know your sister doesn’t listen to anyone else as well. We don’t want her going out tonight without someone who can handle her — why, thank you, your Highness,” he added as Thea stopped in front of him and gave a little curtsy, tripping over the plastic shoes she was wearing. Their dad bowed and reached out to straighten her back up.

“Can’t one of you take her, then? Tommy’s got Scream 3 on DVD,” he said. “There’s no point watching it if it isn’t Halloween. Laurel’s dad even okayed her staying till 10!” He’d been over the moon when she’d told them at school that morning. That was like a solid two hours longer than she could stay out most school nights.

“Then you can watch your movie after. I’m not sure why you’d even want to watch something like that,” his mother said with a shake of her head.

Oliver’s gut twisted a little as he wondered himself. But Tommy had gotten the DVD and said that girls loved it when guys comforted them during the scary parts. This could be his chance to really impress Laurel and show her he was more than a goofy slacker at school.

“And you know your mother and I are meeting with Walter and the board tonight about goals for the rest of this quarter,” his father said. “We won’t be home until dark, and that’s much too late for your sister. It’s her first year, Oliver. Don’t you remember how excited you were at that age?”

As if on cue, Thea looked up at him with her big green eyes. “Trick or treat!” She chirped through the gap her missing front tooth created.

“Man,” he groaned. “Fine, I’ll take her. I gotta call Laurel. I promised her a ride.”

Oliver got out his cellphone and pulled her up in his recent contacts, waiting for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Laurel!” Oliver said, his hand jumping into his hair and ruffling it as he continued, “Listen, I’m gonna be a little late picking you up for the movie tonight. My parents are making me take Thea trick-or-treating.”

“Aw, is it her first year? What’s she going as?”

“Uh, Belle. The Disney Princess? She liked the dress, and mom said no to the seashells.”

He heard Laurel’s giggle on the other end of the phone, and it caused his heart to pick up a little as a chuckle left him in response. “I remember those fights. Did you want some company while you take her? You could still pick me up on time, and we could just go to Tommy’s after.”

Oliver felt his mouth drop open in shock for a moment. “Really? Yeah, great! I’ll let our driver know right now. See you in a bit!”

When they picked her up, Laurel was still wearing the headband with cat ears she’d had on at school that day, and she smiled ear to ear at Thea. “Wow, I get to meet a Princess tonight!”

Thea bounced up and down on the seat in excitement. “My name’s Belle!”

“Well, Belle, you look very pretty in that dress.”

Their driver took them back out to the suburbs and to the neighborhood Oliver and Tommy’s parents had always designated as a safe place to walk from house to house when they were little. The sun was only just starting to lower in the sky as they all got out of the car and started down the sidewalk, Thea tugging on his hand to pull him towards the first house.

Oliver stopped on the sidewalk and let go. “Just walk up there with the other kids, okay?”

“Ollie, we can go with her,” Laurel scolded him. “Come on.”

So he found himself standing back a little from the stoop as Thea proudly brandished her bag for a middle-aged lady. “Trick or treat!”

“My, what a sweet princess you make, young lady! Here you go.” She dropped two candy bars in Thea’s bag, her eyes rising to him and Laurel. “And aren’t you two precious! Would you dears like anything as well?”

Oliver and Laurel exchanged surprised looks. “Uh… okay.”

They continued down the street, Oliver unwrapping the chocolate bar they’d received to split with Laurel. Sometimes Thea would run up to the houses ahead of them, sometimes she needed some encouragement and hand-holding, especially if one of the houses had put up freaky or gory decorations. Oliver found himself frowning at those more often than not.

“They know little kids are coming tonight,” he remarked to Laurel as they came up the walk, passing gravestones and a fog machine.

“I know,” Laurel agreed. “We can always skip—”

A large man burst out of the bushes with big fake paws on and fangs in his mouth. “Rawr!”

Oliver and Laurel both jumped, but Thea screamed.

“Oh, geez, I’m sorry!” The man said, faltering back a step.

“Hey, what’s the big idea, you jerk?” Oliver demanded, scooping Thea up as she wailed and tucking her into his body. If she wasn’t here along with other kids up and down the block, he would have said asshole like he was thinking.

“I couldn’t see her over the bush. I swear, I thought it was just you two,” the man excused. 

His front door opened, and a woman stuck her head out. “Stan, what’s going on?”

“Your husband made my sister cry, that’s what’s going on,” Oliver snapped.

“Oh no.”

“We’ll keep moving,” Laurel suggested, tugging on Oliver’s hand to get him to stop glaring at the couple. Though she cast a scathing look back over her shoulder as she added, “Maybe put up a sign with age restrictions next time.”

Oliver did his best to rub Thea’s back with one hand as he continued to carry her down the block, his other hand gripping the candy bag she had dropped in her fright. He could kick himself; he’d ruined his baby sister’s first Halloween. 

Gradually she quieted and stopped shaking like a leaf, though she remained clinging to him, her plastic shoes dangling precariously from her toes. He kissed the top of her head and kept walking.

Laurel reached out with her sleeve to wipe at the tears running down Thea’s chubby cheeks. “It’s okay, Thea. The bad man’s gone.”

“I- I’m not, not scared,” his little sister stammered.

“That’s right. You’re a brave little princess,” Oliver encouraged her. “And we’re gonna get you all the candy that a brave little princess like you deserves, okay?”

Her head bobbed up and down in a nod. “Okay!”

He set her down, and she took one of his hands and one of Laurel’s, walking down the street once more. Oliver kept carrying her bag as he glanced over and shared a relieved smile with Laurel.

By the time they’d made the full circuit, it was dark enough that the porch lights and lampposts were all lit, and Oliver was still carrying the candy bag due to the sheer weight of it. Thea was skipping ahead once again towards the car, already babbling excitedly to the driver who stood at the ready to open the door for her, the earlier scare totally forgotten.

“She’s so cute,” Laurel said, and he felt her slip her hand into his as they walked the last few yards to the car. “And I really am glad you gave that guy back there a piece of your mind. He was totally out of line.”

“Yeah?” Oliver tried to play it cool as he added, “Well, all in a day’s work being a big brother. But, uh, we can stop home with Thea and then head over to Tommy’s, okay? He probably hasn’t even missed us.”

Unfortunately, when they got to the Manor, his parents still hadn’t returned from their dumb meeting. None of the house staff that was typically assigned to watch Thea if Raisa was unavailable were still in. Just his luck.

“I’ll text Tommy to just start the movie without us,” Laurel offered, and Oliver let out a defeated sigh as he flopped onto the couch. Thea dumped her whole bag of candy onto the rug in front of him, sorting it into piles and cackling with delight. He was suddenly very sure supplying Speedy with all this extra sugar had actually been a terrible idea. But hey, at least one of them was having fun.

Laurel settled down on the cushions beside him, smiling as she watched his little sister. “She is gonna crash so hard in an hour.”

“Mm-hm. Sorry we aren’t gonna make it to Tommy’s.”

Laurel shrugged. “That’s okay. I’ve already seen it anyway.”

He sat up and looked at her. “You have?”

She grinned. “I went the first day with mom. Actually, she just paid for both tickets and left the theater to grade papers in the lobby. Sara was so mad cause dad wouldn’t let her go.”

“Dinah Laurel Lance, are you a horror film buff?”

She gave another shrug. “Maybe. It’s okay. I would have warned you and Tommy about anything too scary.”

His cheeks burned with embarrassment. So he’d been caught out. “We just thought it’d be cool to, you know, watch something grown-up.”

“I know. But I kinda like that you’re a big kid at heart, Ollie. And that you’ll go trick-or-treating with your little sister instead of ditching her for some movie. It’s really sweet.” She sat up a little as well and leaned in, pecking him quickly on the lips. Laurel looked away as she tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear.

“Oh,” he said, just as soft. “Cool.” He nearly smacked himself in the forehead after. Cool? He was such a moron.

But he was distracted when Thea toddled over and dumped a whole bunch of candy in his lap. “Here, Ollie,” she said, her lips smeared with chocolate. She repeated the process with Laurel. “Thank you.”

Oliver reached out and ruffled his little sister’s hair. “Thanks, Speedy. Happy Halloween.”

“Happy Halloween,” Laurel agreed with a smile.

“Trick or treat!” Thea crowed one more time.

The pair of them dissolved into laughter, Laurel’s head leaning on his shoulder. On instinct, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders in return, and she didn’t pull away.

Well, turned out he didn’t need a scary movie after all. Awesome.

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The Tucker-White Twins: Part 12

Fandom: The Sebastian Stan Fandom

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader

Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.

The Tucker-White Twins Masterlist

A/N: the last chapter i wrote and posted was in January of LAST YEAR. and since it’s Seb’s birthday I figured, I should write something. also, sorry this is trash, i haven’t thought about this series in a long ass time so...

Today was your day off from the gym, however, Lance was scheduled for some one on one coaching. Dayton has taken his mom to an appointment and as a result, you were left to watch over Emily for some hours. Not that you minded honestly. You figured this was a good opportunity to get to know the Little Tucker. So you planned on some girl bonding time. 

First, you brought Emily to the store and bought her a tea set. She was excited because she always wanted one.

“Mommy and daddy they don’t want me to break it and get hurt. But this one can’t break!” she said excitedly, holding up the box that contained the plastic tea set. 

You then proceeded to take her to Build-A-Bear Workshop and she picked out a brown bear and a tracksuit that look like one Lance would have, “Now Mr. Bear has a friend and he looks like daddy!” she ended up calling the bear Mr. Tumbles. 

A part of you already felt yourself becoming attached to Emily. She was so sweet and kind. She was the product of a mistake, but things turned out for the better for Lance after she was born. 

When you two got back to your place, you started setting up the tea set on your kitchen table, “Y/N, do you love my daddy?” the question took you by surprise because while Lance had said I love you, you didn’t quite know for sure if you loved him yet. You had a deep care for him, as well as Dayton. But you don’t know how to explain to a five year old that this love isn’t as simple as she may think. 

But for her sake, you say, “Yeah, Em. I love your dad lots.”

“Good!” she says happily, her blue eyes that matched her father’s sparkling, “‘Cause my daddy says he loves you soooooo much!”

You chuckled at her exaggeration. It also seems that Lance still isn’t aware that children tend not to have any sort of filter when they speak, “Well good! Thank you for telling me!”

“Can we make small samwiches now?”

“Yeah. Do you want egg sandwich, peanut butter and jelly-”

“PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY!” 

_________________________

“Y/N? Emily?” Lance called out for you two when he entered your house. He pocketed the extra key you gave him and shut the door behind him. He walked further inside, trying to listen for any sign of both of you. 

His ears perked when he heard his daughter squeal with laughter, “I’M GONNA GET YOU, Y/N!” 

He walks past the living room and through the kitchen leading him to the door that leads to your backyard. He looks through it and sees Emily chasing you around with a hose. Both of you soaking wet, clothes clinging to your skin. 

He chuckled to himself as he took out his phone, wallet, and keys, setting them on the counter, and then stepping out, “What’re my girls doing out here?”

“Daddy! We’re playing with water!” 

“I see that, sweetheart.” he slowly walks onto the wet grass, smiling at you as he pecks your lips, “Having fun?” has asked. 

You nod, “Lots,” you leaned in for a kiss again, but was interrupted when water began splashing against you and Lance. 

Emily stepped back laughing hard, “I got you, daddy!”

He smirked and launched for his little girl, “Now I got you, Emmy!!” he took the hose from her hands, spraying her down with water.

You laughed along with the two, completely swooning over the father-daughter bond. While both Tuckers were preoccupied, you quickly rushed into the kitchen to grab your phone. Right when you were about to go back outside, the door rang. You ran as fast as you could to the door, trying not to make much of a mess or slip to your death. 

“Hey!” you exclaim when you see Dayton. 

He gives you a smile and a funny look, “Uh, what’s going on here?”

“Oh, heh,” you looked down at your soaked form, “We’re playing with the hose outside.”

He nodded and proceeded to follow you to the back door, “Have fun while we were away?”

“Yes! So much fun! She’s also a blabber mouth that one!”

Dayton snickered, “Oh yeah, can’t tell that girl any of your secrets ‘cause they won’t be secrets for long,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist. When you get into the kitchen, he stops you, “Hold on,” he spins you in his arms and cups your face, not caring how wet you are, he plants his lips on yours, tongue slipping in and tasting you. 

You pulled him closer, lips moving and molding together, time standing still as you both kissed each other. Dayton’s hands slide down your body and to your backside, kneading-

“Uncle Day?”

You both pull away to see Emily staring at you two curiously. 

You look at Emily with wide eyes, “Emily, we were-”

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s taking-” Lance stopped, seeing you and Dayton holding each other. He started to internally panic, worried about what his daughter might’ve seen, “Em-”

“Y/N, do you love my Uncle Day like you love daddy?” she asks so curiously and plainly.

“Uh, you look at the twins unsurely, completely at a stand still as to what you should say, “..Yeah, sweetheart. I do.”

“Oh,” she slowly nods, processing what your words meant, and then shrugged, “Okay! Let’s go back to play now!” she pushes her dad to the side and skips back out, leaving the three of you in total bewilderment. 

"Well...that went a lot better than expected," Lance says nonchalantly.

Dayton proceeds to kiss you more, murmuring against your lips, "So happy I don't have to hold back anymore."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep it PG, though, will ya?" Lance asks Dayton with a shove and approaches you, kissing you with his own lips. 

He pulls away from you to join Emily, but you stop him, “Hey, I know how you said you love me yesterday and I didn’t respond, and I know I told Emily that-”

He shook his head, “Hey, don’t sweat it, okay? I know it’s probably too early for that, but I just-I do love you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Can’t speak for my brother, but I love you. And it’s still early in our relationship, but I just don’t want to put any pressure on you for anything. If all of this,” he gestures between you, him, and Dayton, “If it gets too much, tell us. We’ll back off and give you your space.” he slips his hand into yours and rests his head against you, “I don’t wanna jeopardise this. I don’t wanna lose you.”

You look at Dayton who had this soft look in his eyes. He nods in agreement with Lance, “You’re special, Y/N. Lance and I have a complicated relationship, but we’re willing to put that all aside for you. We just want you to be happy with us.”

Dayton slips his hand into your other one and you smile, “I am happy. With both of you and Emily. You guys make me so happy.” you lean in and peck Dayton’s lips and then Lance’s, “You guys can’t get rid of me now.”

The back door slams open and in marches Emily frowning with her arms crossed over her chest, “Daddy! Uncle Day! Let’s go play now!”

All three of you chuckled. Lance bent down and scooped up his little girl, “Alright, baby girl. We’re coming, we’re coming.” he looks at you two, “Let’s go guys! The princess wants to play!”

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Matters of the heart ep 2

Matters of the heart 

Book 1 Episode 2: Never forget {OPENING CREDITS} {Opens to Varian walking the halls of the Castle with Ruddiger; we see Estelle with other nobles holding baby Isaiah} Varian: *sees Estelle and they make eye contact* { varian bows at her and smiles softly as Estelle nods at him then pulls back Isaiah’s blanket and kisses his forehead} Isaiah: *yawns* Varian: *heart practically melts as he is seeing his son for the first time* Estelle: *smiles but her smile fades as the duke walks over and coos over his “son”* {Varian is saddened but only sighs and walks away around the corner; he leans against the wall and takes off his goggles } Ruddiger: *chitters sadly before jumping to his shoulder and licking his cheek* {Eugene enters frame} Eugene: Varian? Varian: OH! Your majesty! Sorry, I- Eugene: Just Eugene is fine Varian...What’s up? You look like you saw someone stomp a puppy. Varian: Eeuggh! Don’t put that image in my head, please...I just saw my son… Eugene: annnndd? What d’ya think? Varian: He’s so beautiful...his hair looks like fuzz heh...he made the cutest yawn I’ve ever seen and then… I...he… Eugene: the love really is instantaneous right? Varian: yeah...I guess so... Eugene:...I wish there was something I could do… Varian:..I think there is… Eugene: huh? What would that be? Varian: Eugene...Your majesty…*bows on one knee; face looking down* Eugene: Whoa- wait, Varian, what the-!? Varian: Danger is still out there. As you know I’m still looking for where the cult took the blueprints so I’m not always going to be around. Please, I humbly request you watch over my son. Protect him when I can’t. Please be my eyes and ears and be there for my boy. Eugene: *sadly smiles*, Of course, Varian..I’ll protect that kid with my life I swear it. Varian:...Thank you…*hugs him* Eugene: *looks shocked but hugs back* {Cut to old Corona; Quirin is in the field working} Varian: Dad! DAD! Quirin: Varian! What’s wrong!? You’re crying! Varian: I..I just saw my son! I have a son!

Quirin: What!? Varian: He’s so perfect! He’s got this hair! And he has Estelle’s eyes and my nose! I’m...I’m a father dad! Quirin: *smiles* I guess that puts me in the grandpa category! Haha! My boy has a boy! *noogies Varian and then hugs him* This calls for celebration! I’ll get the boys together! Fiddle and drinks tonight! haha!

Varian: Dad! haha! {cut to some time later} {Varian is in a meeting room with Rapunzel holding little Princess Lily, Eugene, and Lance with a heavily pregnant Adira} Varian: *looking at a tactical map* we know they vanished in the gardens. Worst case scenario they escaped to the mainland. We don’t know what they did with the blueprints but we may be able to ca-!? {the door opens but no one is there} All: *lean around the table to see whos there.* {toddler Isaiah walks in wobbily} Varian: *clearly shocked* H-He’s walking! My boy is walking! Rapunzel: O-oh right I meant to tell you he started doing that!

{Varian bends down with arms open as Isaiah stumbles to him} Varian: You did it! Haha! *picks him up* that’s my boy! What a smart boy! What a big bo-Uhh… {Varian looks and sees the others smirking and smiling} Varian: *ahem* yeah...well, I best take him to his mother.

Lance: That's so beautiful! *sobs* Adira: there there Earrings... {Cut to Estelle worried running around the palace; from behind a wall Varian kisses Isaiah’s cheek and sets him down and he toddles to his mother who looks relieved; Varian smiles} {cut to Isaiah at 4 years talking to the duke} Duke: you're late for your lessons again! Isaiah: I'm sorry daddy… Duke: Sorry is not an excuse, my son! And look at the state of you! You’re filthy! Isaiah: I wanted to play with Lily... Duke: You are my son! You don’t have time for childish games! You are a noble and will behave as such! Isaiah: It’s not fair! I jus’ wanna play! Duke: *goes to smack him but Eugene catches his arm* Y-your Majesty! Eugene:......You seem tired sir...and I’m sure you have other work to do. I’ll care for the boy and

Give him his lessons. Please go rest. Duke: Um...I was just...But...Y-yes..thank you, your majesty. {the duke leaves} Eugene: Well...come on buddy lets go find Lily have some fun. Isaiah: yay! {they round the corner together and spot Varian looking like he’s packing for a long journey} Isaiah: huh? HIYA MR.VARIAN! Varian: hmm? Oh, hello!...your majesty... Eugene: *nods at him and walks away* Varian:....Thank you...Eugene... {fade to it raining heavily on Corona; Varian is riding his horse into the main city when two guards stop him} Pete: Varian! Is that you!? Varian: Pete!? Stan!? What’s going on? How can I be of service?

{Pete and Stan exchange glances of worry; Varian knows something is wrong} {Cut to Varian running in the halls to the throne room looking afraid} Pete: Varian wait! {Varian doesn’t wait and throws open the main doors looking desperate; Rapunzel turns to him with a tear-filled face; Eugene holds a scared and confused Isaiah} Varian: W-what’s going on...Rapunzel? What’s happened? *sees isaiah* What happened to my family!? {Isaiah looks confused} Rapunzel: we...Varian, I’m so sorry...Estelle went on a trip with the duke and...the carriage was attacked at dead man’s curve. By bandits, we think. Varian: S-she...She’s okay, right? everyone’s ok? Rapunzel: She…*sob*...there were no survivors...She’s gone… {everything goes silent for a moment, no music, no sound, just Varian’s horrified face.} {thunder crashes; Varian shakes for a minute before collapsing in tears screaming; Rapunzel goes to hug him. He sobs into her hug} {Varian looks up at Isaiah in Eugene's arms} Varian: my son didn’t see it did he!? {Isaiah looks shocked and hurt} Eugene: {sets him down} no...he um...didn’t go with them. Isaiah: Mr.Varian is my…But my daddy was...no...Queen Punzie i’m confused... Varian: *walks over with tears to Isaiah* Isaiah......I...I’m so sorry...I If there was something I could have said or done I-! {Isaiah shoves him away and runs} Varian: Isaiah! Wait!....please…. Rapunzel: ...give him time Varian...this is a big shock to him.

Eugene: We um...If you wanted to see her… Varian: yes...please take me to her... {They lead him to a chamber room; the guards open the door and there lies Estelle on a stone altar with flowers around her; Varian runs over to her and holds her body} Varian: Estelle?...Stelly?...Please Estelle...You can’t do this to me ...please...please don’t do this...I can’t do this without you...please…w-where...they...they stole your necklace...those heartless little...Estelle…*cries into her shoulder* I-I’m so...sorry…. Eugene:... I’m sorry Varian… Varian:...Eugene...I...I need a wagon...so I can take my son home... Eugene: huh?

Varian: I couldn’t protect Estelle...But I will protect our child. ...no matter what…I owe her that much...*kisses Estelles forehead* Eugene: Estelle’s family...requested to have her buried in the family plot… Varian:...do they know?...about..Isaiah? Eugene:....they...they’ve disowned him… Varian: *looks shocked then angry* ...their loss… Eugene: *places a hand on Varian’s shoulder*...I’m sorry...If there's anything I can do besides the wagon- Varian: no...no I’ve troubled you enough...Thank you...Eugene... {Varian looks at Estelle and lays her back down; he kisses her hands} Varian: ...goodbye Stelly...I...I love you… {Fade to Isaiah in the wagon with a blank expression; Varian is at the front steering the horse as they go past apple trees wearing black} Varian:...I’m sure you’ll like old Corona...it’s...a great place to grow up. Lots of fields. {Isaiah stays silent} Varian: lots of trees to climb. You’ll be able to meet your grandfather Quirin! {Isaiah slightly perks up; Varian notices} Varian: He’s gonna love you to bits! I’ve told him so much about you through the years. I’m sure you’ll love him! {Varian stops the horse} Varian: This house here is ours! *he hops down from the driver's seat* I’m sure you’ll get used to-!? {Isaiah bolts into the apple orchard} Varian: *sighs* Ruddiger: *jumps on him and chitters* Varian: hey Rud...Patience Varian...Patience… {Cut to Isaiah running through the orchard; he doesn’t see a tree limb and he trips on it; he does a somersault and lands harshly in the field next to the orchard and begins to cry} Quirin: *looks up and sees him crying* Oh no. *he runs over* aw poor little guy. {Quirin bends down next to him he goes to look at his leg and Isaiah jumps in surprise} Quirin: Okay easy. Easy now...I’m not going to hurt you...there now. It’s only a scratch. Probably scared you more than it hurt you. Isaiah: *sobbing* I want my mommy! Quirin: hmm..your not from Old Corona. Are you lost?  Maybe I can help you find her. Isaiah: No! Mommy’s gooonnee! I want mommy back! Quirin: *realizes* oh... poor little tyke...lost your mom? I understand...my son lost his mom too...but you know what helps? Isaiah: hmm? Quirin: keeping hope that you’ll see each other again...I know it hurts right now but I promise it gets better. Things will always get better. And hey you seem like a tough little guy…*wipes away Isaiah’s tears*...I’m sure wherever she is your mom is proud of you. Isaiah: *hugs him* Quirin: There there...come on...I’ll take you home. We have to get that scrape dressed. *picks up Isaiah*...so uh...where do you live? {cut to Varian and Ruddiger; Ruddiger offers Varian an apple slice but Varian just sadly stares at the ground; he hears a rustle and looks up to see Quirin carrying Isaiah and he stands up} Quirin: Varian...does this little one...ummm...belong to you? Varian: Isaiah! I was so worried don’t run off on me like that! Ah! Your knee you scraped up your knee and- Isaiah: I’m fine!.... Varian: ...oh uh...ok..hey I put some sliced apples in a bowl in case you were hungry… Isaiah:...thanks… *walks past him* Quirin: sooo...uh, are you going to fill me in? Varian:.....Estelle is dead… Quirin: !!!...son I..I’m so sorry...she was a nice girl. Varian: she was on a trip with the duke...Bandits killed them both...The nobles found out about ya know...they renounced him. Isaiah needs somewhere to live so...People know the truth now. *shrug* Quirin: Son I...I’m so very sorry...I know how much you loved her.  I have to say...he’s a lot like you..He’s confused and scared. He lost his mother and the man he thought was his father wasn’t even related to him. That's a lot for a child to take in. Varian: thanks, dad…I'll keep that in mind Quirin: And may I say I have a handsome grandson? Varian: heh

Quirin: oh and son… Varian: hmm? Quirin: take time to let yourself heal too...when I lost your mother… Varian: Dad...thank you but...I need to focus on Isaiah… Quirin: just...promise me you’ll care for yourself too. Varian:...I Prom-...yeah..I will…

{later Varian walks over to Isaiah sitting by the Barn} Varian: Hey buddy...don’t you want to play with the other kids? Maybe you’ll make some new friends? Isaiah: nope. Varian: Then...can I join you?… Isaiah: ...fine… Varian: *sits*...Sooo...what’s your favorite color?....any books you like?... Your favorite food? *sigh* look...I know your upset...you don’t want grown-ups to lie to you but right now you're too young to understand why your mother and I did what we had to do. Maybe one day when you're older I’ll explain it a bit better. Isaiah: *stands up* I don’t want to understand it! I don’t wanna be here! I wanna go home! I want mommy back! You knew the whole time! I thought you were my friend but you lied! Varian: I had to lie Isaiah! There are bad people in the royal court! Mean people! They would have been really mean to mommy and you had I not lied! I did it to protect you! Isaiah Just because I wasn’t around doesn’t mean I love you any less! Isaiah: I’d rather have MY daddy than you! I hate you! {Isaiah runs away leaving Varian shocked; ruddiger runs over} Varian: *puts his face in his hands*...well..I really messed this one up, huh? The whole kidnapping the queen, betraying the princess, attacking Corona. Nope...this is the worst...whoop-de-doo I messed something up again...ugh… *falls back into a hay bale* Ruddiger: *walks over and paws his face*

Varian: hmmm? Ruddiger: *chitters* Varian: hmph...never give up.I said that once didn’t I…*sigh* your right…*looks at the sunset and the wind brushes his face; he clutches his sunstone necklace*...I’m gonna make this right Estelle...I swear… {Cut to Isaiah’s bedroom as he’s climbing into bed} Varian: I-I know it’s not a goose down bed but...it’s warm...and uh...yeah it’s warm…*walks over and tucks him in but Isaiah turns away*  good night… Isaiah:....Goodnight Mr.Varian… Varian:...I love ya, buddy… Isaiah:...uh huh… Varian:....*looks like he gets an Idea* Close your eyes and dream of fireflies

as they light up the sky.

Let me sing you this lullaby

as your dreams come alive.

There is no room for fear

for I am here. Let me steer from the land of infinite tears… {As Varian sings the lullaby Isaiah looks surprised and sings the last verse with him} Isaiah:...Mommy used to sing that...it was our special song… Varian: Yeah...I know...I wrote it for you...I wrote it before you were born...just for you...goodnight Isaiah… {Walks out of the room leaving Isaiah shocked}

Varian: ...the land of infinite tears… {Isaiah gets out of bed and peaks out the door; Varian starts the sorrowful song “infinite tears”} {VARIAN} Broken promises, angry heart, here I am again Love long lost, Your words ringing in my head

Though the moon shines, in my heart there is only rain. So many things I should have said. Without you here there is too much room for fears No dreams to come alive only nightmares. As the fireflies dim the darkness starts rolling in As I sail to the land of infinite tears I hear my heartbreak into stinging shards And wonder what was it all for? Through all the years, and all my tears Is my life a game!? Am I meant to be stuck in this house of cards!? If you’re still hearing me I pray you to hear my plea Let our son feel joy and cheer… please...steer him from the land of infinite tears

{Varian ends the song kneeling on the ground crying not knowing Isaiah is in the background} Varian:...Estelle...forgive me ...I'm sorry...I couldn't pr-protect you..and now our boy...he hates me and I-...*sob* Isaiah: d-daddy? Varian: *looks up surprised* Isaiah!? *wipes away tears* What are you doing up? I’m sorry did I wake you? L-let me take you back to be-!? {Isaiah runs over and hugs him leaving Varian stunned; Varian tightly returns the hug} Isaiah: ...I miss mommy... Varian: I know buddy...I do too…. Isaiah: *sniffles* ...My favorite color is green… Varian: hu-what? Isaiah: My favorite color is green!...a-and my favorite books have buggies in them! I love lamb stew! It’s my favorite! Varian: *chuckles with tears in his eyes and hugs him close* I’m sorry Isaiah...I’m so sorry...Your mother and I wanted to keep you safe.  I know I’m not much and I’m still kinda considered a traitor...but I swear to you I’ll do my very best to make you happy... Isaiah: ...I love you, daddy… Varian: ...I love you too buddy… {fade to a mountain cave serving as the HQ for the cult; in a cell Cassandra sits sobbing} Noremoth: oh come now sweet vessel. We chose you for a reason..if you could handle the moonstone you can handle this power for sure! I promise it’ll get easier. That was only a practice round. Soon as the power courses through you and you become stronger the guilt will lessen. I promise. {zoom to Cassandra’s hand holding Estelle’s necklace; the back says “Forever yours, Varian”; Cassandra looks up with eyes closed; then opens them to reveal Zahn tiri eyes} {END CREDITS}

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[sophs-the-name]

“Celebratory Dinner”

Request:  Do you take requests? If you do can I get a lance tucker x reader one shot and in one part the reader says "put your pants on, spoof your Quoof we gotta go" then it can be smutty or something. 😊 - @majestichoechlin

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Characters: Lance Tucker, Bucky Barnes, Sebastian Stan, Chris Beck

Warning: Fluff, Sass

Word Count: 1452

A/N: The first of many requests! My permanent taglist is open and so are my requests, so ask away! I decided no smut because I needed fluff. 

Masterlist 

You struggled to get Jack’s little arms through the sleeves of his baby button down, the task being ectra hard since you had been getting sick all day. He fought as much as he could, he hated wearing clothes, especially if they were fancy. He was very much like his father in that way.

“Lance! Get out of bed! I need help with Jack!” You screamed across the hall to your husband.

He still refused to rise from his position on the bed. His hands tucked behind his head and one leg was bent at the knee.

“Baby, c’mon just put him in a little onesie. You know he is going to sleep through this dinner anyway.” Lance yelled out, still lounging on the bed.

“This will be the first time your brothers see him! They were all too busy with work to be there when he was born and now we live across the country! We were lucky to even make it to New York for this!” You finally got little Jack to settle down long enough to finish the buttons on his shirt.

Jack was only a year old, but only Lance’s parents, George and Winnifred, could make it to the birth. All three of Lance’s brothers were busy with work, no one had returned until almost six months after his birth, but you guys had already moved to the other side of the country.

“He is a baby. My brothers aren’t going to care what he looks like, or what I look like for that matter, so I’m going in pajamas!” Lance laughed across the hallway of the hotel room.

Settling little Jack on your hip, you marched across the hall to your husband.

“Lancelot Tucker, this dinner is for you, no damn way are you going in pajamas. You are the new head judge for the Olympics! It’s a worthy cause to celebrate, so put your pants on, spoof your quoof, we gotta go.” You said handing little Jack over to his father.

“Fine, fine. Can you just pick out my shirt? I wanna play with this guy.” Lance made a funny face at Jack to make him laugh.

You rolled your eyes at your puppy dog of a husband and went to grab a fresh shirt out of the borrowed closet.

 The car ride wasn’t long to Lance’s old house over in Brooklyn. He grew up in a little house in a nice neighborhood with his three brothers, Sebastian, Bucky, and Chris. Only Lace and Bucky were active boys, from what you had heard Lance was the successful athlete, walking away with a gold and silver medal from the Olympics. Bucky was the high school football team’s quarterback. His senior year his team walked away with no losses, going on to win state champions. Instead of following through with football, he joined the army and became the best sniper of the Howling Commandos. He was honorably discharged when his platoon was hit by an IED on a routine mission. The blast took away his arm, but he was given a metal prosthetic, which definitely helps him in his job as an NYPD Detective.  

Sebastian was involved in theater all throughout school. He was the drama geek of the bunch. He spent his time going over monologues and running lines with his fellow actors. He was in basically every production the school put on. Sebastian was currently employed by a huge movie company who were known for their superheroes. Chris loved space ever since he was a little boy. He would stare up at the stars every night and point out to his brothers which ones were planets. He decided that he would go to medical school then join NASA as a flight surgeon. He was sent out on the Aries III mission, but struggled with a detour when they learned his fellow astronaut, Mark Watney, was alive.

George and Winnifred had all their boys back, and felt it was the perfect time to celebrate Lance’s new job opportunity.

 Lance parked outside the little house on the corner of the street. Jack was kicking his feet and giggling while you tried getting him out of his car seat. His tiny hands grasped at your perfectly curled hair, and Lance couldn’t help but laugh at his son’s antics.

“I like to do that too, Bud.” Lance laughed while tickling Jack’s cheeks.

“You ready to meet all your uncles?” Lance asked him.

Jack let out a little bubbly giggle and hopped up and down in your arms.

He had no idea what his parents were saying.

 “There’s my little nephew!” Bucky shouted once you entered through the door.

He pulled the little boy from your grasp, and Jack immediately went to pulling Bucky’s long locks.

“This kids got quite the grip.” He winced.

“Hold on, where’s my little nephew?” You recognized Chris’ voice coming from around the corner.

“Look at him! He looks just like me!” came Sebastian’s voice from behind you.

“Technically he looks like all of us. We are quadruplets.” Lance said with his hand on your lower back,

“but he’s my kid, so give him back.” Lance went to go pull Jack from Bucky’s arms.

“Who would’ve thought, Lance is the family man outta all of us. We always thought you would be too busy fucking around with that Gregory girl.” Sebastian laughed.

“Boys, watch the language around my grandson.” Came Winnie’s voice from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mom.” The boys said in unison.

 Just like Lance had said, Jack slept his way through dinner cradled on your chest. His chubby baby hands grasped at the collar of your shirt, tiny snores echoed in your ear. You refused to eat. You had been feeling nauseas all day, and you felt that food would make it even worse.

“What I tell ya, Love. That boy sleeps for days.” Lance whispered in your other ear.

With a roll of your eyes, you directed the conversion to your family-in-law, “So, Sebastian, how’s the movie coming?”

He cleared his throat, “Well technically I’m not allowed to say anything because there’s this joke that they have snipers everywhere so if I say anything I die.” he rambled on.

“I got you, brother. Remember, I’m the best sniper in the 107th!” Bucky laughed.

“Was. Now you’re detective.” Chris had to correct.

“Thanks, Chris. I obviously didn’t know that.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I gotta keep you on your toes, you are the oldest of us.” Chris laughed.

Lance smiled at his family’s antics. They always had to bring up the time difference between all the boys. Yes, Bucky was the oldest, but he only beat Lance by one minute. Chris was the youngest out of the bunch, being born ten minutes later than Bucky. Sebastian was born only four minutes after Bucky.

“Boys. c’mon now.” George scolded from the head of the table.

 “Lance, can you come here for a second?” You asked from upstairs.

Dinner had gone smoothly, Jack was settled in between all of his uncles watching them all with weary eyes. He couldn’t pick out which one was his father. They all looked alike!

“Coming, Love.” Lance said while trailing his way up the stairs to the second story.

He walked in and saw you pacing back and forth, your phone held between your fingers.

“I’m late.” You blurted out.

“For what? What are you late for?” Lance asked confused.

“No, no. I just checked my calendar and my period, it’s a week late.” You worried.

“What if I’m pregnant again?” you asked with tears in your eyes.

Yes, you had wanted another baby, but you hadn’t spoken to Lance about it. Life had been hard enough with a one year old and now Lance got a new job that required travel. You weren’t sure if it was something he wanted now.

“Holy Shit. Holy Shit! We’re gonna have another baby?” Lance screamed.

He picked you up into a giant hug and twirled you around. He placed a giant kiss right on your lips.

“You being pregnant again would be the best thing in the world, Love.” Lance whispered to you.

You went in for another kiss, when the moment was interrupted. You heard a stamped of footsteps running up the stairs and the old door being pushed open.

“Another baby!” Bucky screamed while jumping Jack up and down.

“I’m gonna be their favorite Uncle!” Sebastian exclaimed.

“They better like space.” Chris murmured.

You and Lance couldn’t help but smile at the wide grins of his family. Jack held a giant smile on his face at the sight of his parents. You knew right then, another kid wouldn’t be so bad.  

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CAUGHT

SUMMARY - Bucky , your boyfriend ,who has been abroad for a week catches you masturbating to the movie ‘The Bronze’. (you know the infamous gymnastic sex scene )

A/N - This fic needed more work than usual so Taw @supersoldierslover Thank you so much babe. 

WARNINGS- Masturbation , unprotected sex ( pls practice safe sex guys), maybe a little embarrassment. (also lot less curses , but still a few . I can’t help it .)

 (but I do .) 

For the past one week Bucky had been abroad on a meeting with the other avengers .Yeah , 7 days weren’t a lot but you still missed him like crazy . Work kept you busy until the evening but the nights were the worst . You hated sleeping alone in the house . So you kept the lights on and slept in the living room or mostly occupied yourself by watching a movie until you just dozed off to sleep.

Just 2 days back you had been going through movies on Netflix to watch. As you were going through them your eyes fall on a whole section of movies of a particular actor, Sebastian Stan  . He looked uncannily similar to Bucky . And so you ended up saving a few to watch later .  The covenant and Labyrinth arethe ones you watched the past two days . And today was the day you were going to watch The Bronze.

Honestly you decided not to watch it and just masturbate That was one other thing .You and Bucky pretty much had sex every day . And to not have Bucky here was sexually frustrating . You thought you would wait until he comes back but it was getting to much .

But you had just one movie left and just decided to touch yourself after watching it.

With a vibrator by your side and only in your bra and panties you settled on the sofa in front of TV .

The before two movies were of Sebastian when he was a little younger .So it wasn’t the Bucky you were used to . But Lance Tucker looked exactly like him. The haircut and the behaviour was a little/lot different but the walk , the broad shoulders, thick thighs were as beautiful as Lance’s . You scolded yourself for lusting over a man who wasn’t Bucky . It was completely wrong right? Well he kinda looked like Bucky so you couldn’t help yourself . 

As the movies progresses the cocky nature of Lance was growing on you .And the way he licked his lips ,ran his fingers through his hair was just doing stuff to you . Unclasping your bra you squeezed your breasts looking at Lance imagining him to be Bucky in front of you . His big hands pushing your breasts together, pinching at your nipples .

Moans spilled out of your mouth as you touched yourself while watching him.  It was then that the sex scene started . Quickly standing up and removing your panties, you press your vibrator directly to your clit.

“Ohh my god.” You moan at the intensity of the vibrations .

Bucky has never been rough with you while having sex . Most nights it was love making . And to see Lance fucking Hope like this made you want Bucky to do this to you.

You push two fingers into your leaking pussy and start pumping them in and out of you see Lance fucking Hope from the back as hard as he could.

“Hey babe .I’m home.”, you hear from the hallway .

You jump from your place on the sofa switching off the TV and try to cover yourself with the pillows.

“Hey.”, he says entering the room as he looks at you .His eyes roam all over your naked form(boobs to be specific)

“Hey , Bucky. You’re back!!!”, you run towards him and jump in his arms hugging his huge figure.

 “I missed you baby.” He presses a kiss on the top of your head.

“I missed you more.” You got on your toes and kissed his lips.

His arms wrap around your waist deepening the kiss.

“Why are you naked though? Not that I mind.”, he asks with an eye brow raised.

“I was just...I ....I just wanted to be comfortable while watching the movie.”

“Hmm, what movie . I am not really that tired . We could watch it together.”, he said smiling down at you .

“NO!!!!”, you scream and snatch the remote out of his hand .

“What’s the deal baby? Why you acting weird? What were you watching huh?”  He stalks towards you until your back hits the wall .

“Nothing .  I was watching nothing . Just some boring movie.”, you laugh awkwardly.

“Okay .Then give me the remote.”, he reached behind you and grabs hold of the remote and pulls it from your hand .

He switched the  TV back on and the paused video comes on display .

“Hmmmm , interesting .”, he says looking at the still image of where you paused it .He un-pauses it an continues to watch the video without a hint of emotion in his face. You continue looking at him not knowing what to do .After the sex scene was over he switched off the TV and slowly turned towards you .

“Were you touching yourself looking at him?” “No...I was...He looks like you so I was imagining you.”

He looked so fucking hot but at the same time scary . He looked like he could eat you right then and there. But you didn’t know if it stemmed out of lust or anger.

“Is that what you want baby?”, he asked.

“Hmmm?”, you answered in confusion .

He walked towards you in ling steps as you walked backwards.

“You want me to fuck you?” A moan slips from your mouth at his words.

“You don’t like it slow and sweet do you? You want it hard . You want me to fuck your brains out. Hmm. Is that what you want.” He asked with a growl.

You were caged between him and the wall .His hands were above your head. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thigh at his words.

“Tell me Y/N.”

“Yes. Please. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to be rough with me . Fuck me unt.....”

You squealed when his lips touched yours . He pulled your naked body against his covered one and kissed you passionately .His tongue exploring your mouth leaving you a moaning mess. He turned you around and pressed you against the wall pulling at your hips .

“Stand wide.”, he commanded.

You did as he told and turned back to see what he was doing. “Nuh uh. Face to the wall . No peaking.”

You whined but obliged. You heard his zipper and the clink of his belt falling to the ground. “Fuck you look so fucking good look like this. So pretty.”, his hand making a slick sound . He was stroking his cock. “Mmmm , such a pretty ass.” The words are accompanied by a slap to your ass.

You moan moving your ass back,

“More?”he asks surprised.

“Yes sir.” You say wiggling your ass , you hear a chuckle.

“I fucking love this side of you .So needy.” Another slap to your other cheek .

“Got me so hard here.” You feel his lips behind you ear, his cock against your ass.

He runs his cock along your slit coating it with your juices.

“So wet . Do you want the gold baby?” His lips pressing kisses along your neckYou chuckle at his words.

“I want your gold sir . Give it to me.”

He thrust into you harshly before you could ready yourself.

“Ohhhhfuuu....” His fingers wrap around your neck , you back arched towards the wall.

“You like that? Such a dirty girl you are.” “Yeah , just like that . It feels so good.” You head falls on his shoulder as his thrusts get harder and his pace quickens.

“You take my cock so good. Squeezing my cum out . Shit....”  His bites your shoulder as you walls contract around his cock deliciously.

“Bucky....”

“I know .Me too.  Oh god. So close...stop doing that or I’ll cum before you.”

“I am doing nothing.”, you say innocently. You were tightening your pussy bringing him closer to the edge.

His pace faltered but he pushed in deeper pressing at your g-spot with every thrust.

“Shit...shit..shit.”, you chant as the heat inside you rose , the coil begging to be unfurled.

“Cum for me.”

Your knees give out as you cum harder than ever before, thankfully you are held against Bucky by his hands around you as he empties himself deep inside you.

You could barely register him picking you up and laying you down on the bed. You rest your head on his chest as his fingers play with your hair.

“I look nothing like that guy.”, he says after a few minutes of silence. You chuckle.

“You look exactly like him Bucky .Even in the other movies, he kinda....” “Oh. So you watched more of his movies huh. Did you fuck yourself to those too.”

“Are you jealous?”, you ask with a smirk plastered to your face.

“Of him?Right . Hell no.”, he says plainly.

“I am sorry . I didn’t mean to.”, you apologize feeling guilty.

“Hey, I am not angry . Maybe he kinda does look like me.” He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes.

“I told you he does.”, you whisper.

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[paladinspride]

The picture will make sense once you read the story. Ha. Anything romantic I would have drawn would have spoiled it. Ha. 

Keith’s Proposal

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Klance

Rating: T (Some innuendo, I mention that they made love but nothing smutty)

Word Count: 2775

It felt like a story book morning. Keith laid quietly watching dust flicker in the sun beams that peeked through the divide of the curtains and listened to the birds singing, a dog bark in the distance and the light morning traffic zoom by.

He yawned a wide yawn and stretched out like a cat but careful not to disturb the sleeping figure beside him.

He looked at the time.

6:50am.

The alarm was set for 7am. He turned it off. It was Friday and he had the day off and Lance didn’t have class until 10. He decided he’d let his partner sleep a little while longer and wake him up more gently in a few minutes than by the blaring tone of the alarm.  

Keith rolled onto his side so he could gaze upon Lance’s sleeping face. It had been 3 years since they returned to Earth and he still couldn’t believe he shared a bed with this man.

Lance’s eye mask had shifted so it was only covering one eye, his retainer caused him to hold his mouth at a weird angle and the clay mask he put on the evening before was cracked and crumbly.

Faint music could be heard from Lance’s cast off headphones. Keith reached over him to turn it off and set the headphones on the night side table.

As Keith nestled back down on his side of the bed, Lance awakened. He pulled off the eye mask, placed his retainer in its dish and turned towards Keith and smiled.

Keith smiled softly back. His eyes filled with affection.

“Good morning, mi amor. What are you thinking about all ready this morning?” Lance asked.

Keith smirked, “That you look absolutely ridiculous in the mornings but I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life anyways.”

“Ahh, geeze, Keith. Are you proposing to me?” Lance grinned his best cocky grin.  

“Wha, waa, no, I was just…”

“Just kidding, Keith, chill your boots. It’s been a long time since I caused panic to flash before your eyes like that,” Lance laughed.

“Argh,” Keith grumbled and turned away from him.

“Aww, babe. Don’t be mad. You know I like to get a rise out of you,” Lance said suggestively as he grazed his hand over Keith’s thigh. Keith brushed it away.

“Fine,” Lance flopped over on to his back.

Keith flipped around and laid his head on Lance’s chest as a silent peace offering.

Lance buried his hand in Keith’s hair and kissed the top of his head.

“You’re gonna get clay in my hair.”

“You’re gonna wash it.”

“I wasn’t planning to today.”

“What do you mean, you weren’t planning to today? You should wash your hair every day.”

“No, you shouldn’t. I read articles. You wouldn’t need fancy shampoos, if you just let your natural oils accumulate.”

“Gross, Keith,” Lance curled his nose, “I am not discussing shampoo practices with an all in one hair and body wash barbarian.”

Keith laughed despite himself.  

“We argue like an old married couple,” Lance decided to poke the bear, one more time. He felt Keith’s breathe hitch.

“You know, I always thought I’d be married someday to some hot goddess with a whole bunch of kids and a place near the beach-“

“But instead you got me and an army base apartment in the middle of the desert?” Keith interrupted in a tone that suggested he wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not.

“Yeah, I got you, and I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Not even for all the beaches in Cuba,” Lance rolled out of bed and leaned over Keith. He tucked Keith’s hair behind his ear and kissed him softly on the forehead. “Come on, let’s get up. You can take me out to breakfast before class. Next week, I start practicum and you won’t be able to for a while.”

 Keith was silent on their walk to a tiny diner which was located not far from their apartment and on the way to the Garrison where Lance was in Instructor Training.

Keith watched as Lance petted every dog, smiled at every couple and greeted every child on the route. He wished he had half of Lance’s charisma.

When they arrived at the diner, Lance held the door for an elderly couple and then ushered Keith inside. They shuffled into a booth near the window and the waitress took their order. Two breakfast platters. Extra bacon. The usual.

Keith watched Lance’s fingers as he added sugar and cream to his coffee. Keith sipped on his black and half listened as Lance prattled on about his course load and the teaching position he was offered at the Garrison in the fall.

Two men, Keith guessed were in their late forties, and two little girls, who looked to be about 8 and 5 years of age, took the bench across from them. Keith over-heard the men making dinner plans and discussing babysitters, which caused him to notice the men had matching rings. He caught himself staring at their hands.

The eldest girl noticed.

“You draw?” she asked tilting a cup of crayons towards him like she was offering him a smoke.

“Ya,” Keith replied.

“He does! You should see him draw cats. He can draw a mean cat,” Lance smiled.

To Keith’s surprise, the little girls climbed into the booth with them and handed him the cup of crayons. Keith looked at the cup like he was stunned.

“Draw the girls some cats, Dumbass,” Lance teased affectionately.

Keith took a blue and red crayon out of the cup and drew two cats on his white paper placemat.

“Those are cute cats. Why are they red and blue?” The eldest asked.

“Those were the colours of our Lions.” Lance commented, “Have you heard of Voltron?”

The little girls nodded.

“Keith and I were paladins,” Lance whispered.

“Really!” They exclaimed, “Can you draw Voltron?”

“I could try,” Keith replied and did the best he could to draw the giant alien robot with the blunt black crayon he retrieved from the plastic cup.

“You’re pretty,” the littlest girl commented as he drew.

“Thanks?”

“He is pretty, isn’t he?” Lance agreed. “I have to get going to class. You two make sure he finishes his breakfast,” Lance directed. Lance kissed the top of Keith’s head and left him in the booth with half eaten eggs and the two little girls. He gave the two dads a quick nod as he made his way to the door.

“Do you love him?” The eldest girl asked as she watched Keith watch Lance leave the diner.

“Sadie!” One of the dad’s scolded who was watching the scene carefully from their booth.

“Ya,” Keith responded matter of factly and went back to his doodle of Voltron.

“Do you think you’ll marry him?” Sadie continued to pry.

“Sadie! I’m sorry. Invading the personal space and privacy of strangers seems to be her thing,” the other dad tried to wave her back their booth.

“It’s all right,” Keith assured and returned to his drawing. “You think I should ask him to marry me?”

“Ya,” the girl replied in the same tone Keith gave his ‘ya’.

“Then ya, I think I might.”

Keith signed his crayon Voltron and handed it to Sadie.

“It was nice meeting you,” he smiled.

Keith paid for his order and took a long route home. He had some stops to make.

 *

Lance normally got home at 5pm on Fridays so Keith was surprised when he heard the door knob click closer to 4:30pm.

Lance open the door to discover Keith standing on a step ladder, dusting the bookshelf in their living room. He ogled Keith and the way his shirt rode up as when he reached for a moment before looking around the apartment. It was spotless.

“Are you cleaning?” Lance asked incredulously as he dropped his book bag on the entry way table.

“What are you trying to say, Lance? That I don’t clean? I clean!” Keith replied defensively as he stepped off the later.

“You tidy. You don’t clean clean unless you are nervous about something and you need to distract yourself with a task and even then you usually go beat something up at the gym.”

“What? No, I don’t,” Keith denied. “Besides, what would I have to be nervous about? I just, I just, I just thought, you were going to be busy with practicum in the next few weeks and it would nice to come home to a clean house today.”

“Well, it is a nice surprise. And I have to admit, you looked nice up on that ladder,” Lance smirked as he slipped his hand up Keith’s shirt and kissed him along his jaw line.

Keith stepped back so he could talk to him.

“Do you plan on doing anything tonight?” Keith asked.

Lance cocked his eyebrow, “Besides you? Nothing really. Why?”

“I thought maybe we could take the hover craft for a spin and catch a bite to eat at Hunk’s Bistro later, maybe?”

“Sure, sounds like a plan, Stan.”

“Who’s Stan?”

“Really, Keith? No one. It’s a figure of speech. Your plan for the evening sounds like a great idea, but,” Lance took Keith into his arms, “In the meantime, do we have time for my original plan?”

Keith weaved his hands in Lance’s hair, pulled him close and kissed him hard.

 They made love with extra tenderness. Each caress and kiss Keith tried to commit to memory. If things didn’t go as he planned tonight, Keith worried it could be the last time and he wanted to savour it.

They laid together for quite some-time afterwards, basking in the bliss of a late afternoon well spent; Lance sprawled out with Keith laying in his arms.

“Mmmmmm. I don’t know what that was about, but I’ll take it.” Lance reflected.

Keith squeezed into him.

“Is Jupiter in retrograde or something, because I feel like you got your sap on real thick today? Lucky, for me I like sappy Keith.”

Lance twirled Keith’s hair in his fingers.

Keith opened his mouth to deny any sappiness, but realized it was futile. He had no case against himself. He was definitely feeling sappy today.

 Keith was quiet again as they showered and got ready to go out. He put on his best black pants, his favourite t-shirt and dug out his old red crop jacket.

“Can you even still get that on?” Lance asked as he put on a button up shirt and khakis.

Keith’s jacket was tight in the shoulders and snug in the arms but he wasn’t going to admit it. He swung a brown satchel over his shoulder.

Lance watched out of the corner of his eye as Keith fumbled with his keys, knocked the earphones off the night stand and tapped his hand against his bouncing knee while he waited for Lance to finish getting ready.

Lance started to feel concerned when Keith dropped his keys again after locking the door on the way out.

“Are you alright? Should I drive?” Lance asked.

“No. I’m fine. I’m fine. I just dropped my keys. People drop their keys.”

“Okay,” Lance held up his hands, “but do you though?” Lance muttered under his breath.  

 Lance noticed Keith was tense when he wrapped his arms around him after taking a seat on the hover bike.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“You’ll see.”

They rode in silence. Normally, this wouldn’t bother Lance, as he was used to Keith being quiet at times but something seemed off. Lance was just about to pry as to why when Keith made a sharp turn that took them off the road and over the rocky terrain of the Roswell desert.

“What the quiznak, Keith! Where are we going?”

“Shut-up and trust me.” Keith replied.

“Last time we were on this thing and you said that, you drove us off a cliff!”

“We made it, didn’t we?”

 *

Keith landed the bike not far from a familiar rock formation.

“Wait? Are we going to where we found Blue?”

Keith didn’t say anything, just took his hand and led him to the opening of the cave.

Once inside, Lance ran his hand over the familiar cave markings and the cave lit up, just like the first time Lance stroked the cave walls.  

They stood a moment and admired them.

“Remember the first time you lit up the cave markings like that?” Keith asked.

“How could I forget?”

“I was so jealous. I spent months being drawn to this place, pulled by some unknown force and it was you who lit everything up and unlocked the Blue Lion with a simple touch of your hand.”

“I find it hard to believe you were ever jealous of me.”

“In so many ways, I was, and still am.”

Keith stepped towards Lance and touched his forehead on his before laying a soft kiss on his lips.

“So why did you bring me out here?” Lance was starting to feel suspicious, “You aren’t going on that mission Captain Ross asked about, are you? I thought we discussed this and we decided we were going to try to make the best of our time back on Earth, at least for a bit, until Voltron is needed again. Maybe I am being selfish, but I don’t want you going on any interstellar journeys without me,” Lance pouted.

“Lance! I didn’t take the job. I don’t want to go on any interstellar journeys without you either.”

“Good,” Lance said with his arms crossed.

Keith squeezed at his forearms causing Lance to relax and his posture to open.

“Lance, I want you with me on all my journeys for the rest of my life! That is why I brought you out here. This place, this is where I first noticed you were something special. This is where I learned I was being drawn to you long before I knew it was you I was being drawn too. This cave is where my journey with you began and it was wild and terrifying much of the time, but somewhere along the line you became my home. You not only unlocked the blue lion, you unlocked my purpose and gave me a reason to be a better person. It was here that Blue chose you out of all of us potential paladins, because she saw how wonderful you are and I hope you know I do too. I can’t think of anyone in the whole universe I would rather spend my life with, so I thought this would be the perfect place to ask this-”

Keith took Lance’s hand and a deep breath and knelt down.

Lance’s breath hitched as he caught on to what was happening.

“Lance Charlies Aguado McClain, will you marry me and be my partner for the rest of my life?”

Lance dropped down to the ground too, and grabbed Keith by the collar of his jacket and kissed him, “Of course I will.”

Keith took a long rectangular box out of his satchel.

“I didn’t know what dudes proposed to dudes with, but I, I, got you a watch. I got Coran to tinker with it, this afternoon so it keeps both Earth and Altean time.”

Keith handed him the watch upside down. On the back he had engraved, “Make every tick count.”

Lance smiled and put the watch on his wrist and held it clasp up for Keith to fasten. He admired the watch for moment before he spoke.

“Even after all these years, you still surprise me sometimes, Keith. Would you believe me, if I said I was going to ask you when I graduated? I can’t believe you beat me to this.”

Keith smiled proudly. They took a long route home.

 *

A few Saturday’s after, Keith and Lance happened to be walking by the diner, when they heard the familiar jingle of the diner door charms and a little voice yell, “Keith!”

“Sadie, was it?” Keith asked the girl who stopped in front of them.

“A-huh!” She looked from Keith to Lance and back to Keith with a twinkle in her brown eyes.

“Did you ask him?” she asked.

“I did.”

“Did he say yes?”

“He did.”

“Good,” Sadie grinned a big grin, “I’m helping Nanna make pies, you’ll have to stop in for a slice later and tell me all about it.”

She skipped back inside.

Keith chuckled softly.

Lance’s laugh was boisterous, “Are we going to have to invite that little girl to our wedding?”

“We just might.”

#klance #vld fan fiction #jenni writes #keith's proposal #Keith kogane #lance #I do use Lance McClain in this one just because I needed a last name and it seemed to be accepted fannon but I gave him a Spanish one too #that apparently means lives by the water #jenni imagines stuff #this is fluffy mc fluff fluff

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The Tucker-White Twins: Part 6

Fandom: The Sebastian Stan Fandom???

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader

Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

A/N: Slowly getting there. The whole polyamorous relationship will form soon. As well as the smut. Nice, sinful smut. :3

The next day both you and Lance came into work with smiles on your faces. He came up to you at the front counter grinning from ear to ear, “Hey, beautiful.”

You giggled, “Hey, handsome.”

Lance leaned over and kissed your cheek, “Hope you have a good day today.”

“Same to you.”

“I am now.” He gave you a wink and walked into the gym to begin working with his trainees. 

Some hours passed by and, despite doing the usual paperwork, you were enjoying yourself. You were too deep in your happy place that you didn’t realize that Dayton was standing there at the corner until you looked up.

“Ah!” You jumped back clutching your chest.

Dayton chuckled, “Sorry.”

You smiled shaking your head, “No. It’s my bad. I was too deep in thought. What’s up?”

“Wanna hang out after you get off work?”

You glanced at the gym then at Dayton, “Sure.”

Dayton smiled, “Great! I have some errands to run, but I’ll come back and pick you up. We can watch a movie or something.”

“Sounds good!”

True to his word, Dayton came waltzing in as soon as you clocked out. He offers a hand out to you, “Your chariot awaits my lady.”

You took it smiling, “Why thank you, my good sir.” 

Dayton brought you to his car opening the door and letting you slip in then closing the door after. He then hopped in and drove the couple minutes it took from the gym to the movie theater.

“So, what are we watching?”

“I was thinking Wonder Wom-”

“YES! I’ve been wanting to watch that movie!”

Dayton smiled at your reaction, “Perfect! Wonder Woman it is!” 

When you got to the ticket booth, Dayton insisted on buying your ticket. You kept refusing, but Dayton wouldn’t have it.

“My pops would smack me upside the head if I let a lady pay on the first date.”

You arched an eyebrow, “Is this a date?”

He shrugged, “If you want it to be.”

There was a nagging in your head telling you that it shouldn’t but your mouth said, “Yes,” before you could process the situation. Your answer resulted in Dayton smiling wide. 

Dayton tried buying you candy, popcorn, and a drink, but you said that you’d split the price with him as a compromise. He agreed. His hand rested on your waist as you both walked to the theater. You picked a seat in the middle giving you a perfect view of the screen. 

You set the snacks down on the chair beside you. The theater darkened and the previews began to roll. Dayton wrapped and arm around you bringing you closer to him and kissed the side of your head. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

Once the movie finished, Dayton asked if you wanted to get dinner.

“I don’t know if I could eat that much. I’m still full from the popcorn, soda, and candy.”

“How about we split a burger, fries, and a milkshake? I hear the diner down the street is pretty good.”

“Mel’s! Yes! Haven’t been there in a while.”

“Great! Let’s walk off some of that popcorn.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and you two walked the couple blocks to the diner. You slid into a booth and looked at the menus the waiter handed you.

“So a regular cheeseburger with fries?” Dayton asked.

You nodded, “Yup! How about a vanilla milkshake? I like dipping the fries in it.” Dayton dropped the menu looking at you in shock. You chuckled, “What?”

“I think I found my soulmate.” He said seriously. You laughed which caused him to smile. 

Eventually, your night date with Dayton came to an end. You were both at the diner until it was ready to close. You both apologized and walked out after paying. You both walked back to his car holding hands. You continued to do so as he drove you to your home. 

He walked you to your door and you two just stood there awkwardly. You could see that his eyes kept darting to your lips.

“So,” you began but never finished since Dayton’s lips found their way on yours. You were hesitant at first but eventually found yourself kissing him back. The kiss left you breathless as you both panted after separating. 

“Oh boy,” you said with shock and dread.

Dayton looked down biting his lip, “That bad?”

You immediately shook your head, “No! The kiss was..wow! But I just-I just have some things to think over.”

He nodded, “Yeah. Okay.” He leaned to you kissing you one last time, “Good night.”

You smiled, “Good night,” you watched as he got into his car and drove away. You waved at him as the car faded into the distance. Your smile then falls. You’re in deep shit.

Dayton’s body filled with euphoria as he entered Lance’s house. He walked into the kitchen to see Lance sitting at the kitchen counter staring into a steaming mug. 

“How’d it go?” Lance asked mournfully.

Dayton was beaming, “It was great. She’s great. Her kisses are great.”

Lance snapped his head towards his twin, “You kissed her?!” He hissed.

Dayton shrugged, “We didn’t say I couldn’t.” Lance groaned and rested his forehead on the marble counter. Dayton chuckled, “She’s already thinking about who to choose. We kissed and then said she had some things to figure out.

Lance lifted his head and looked at his brother, “So now what?”

“We take her on a second date and see what happens after that.”

“I’M IN DEEP SHIT, HOPE!” You yelled into your phone.

“Okay. Lower your fucking voice.” Hope said on her end.

You collapsed onto your bed, “I hate that I’m not only falling for Lance but Dayton as well. His fucking brother!”

“Yep. You’re in deep shit, indeed, my friend.”

You groaned, “What do I do?”

“Fuck both of them. Literally.”

You shot up from your bed, “HOPE!”

“What? I hate to admit it, but Fucker is a god in bed. I bet his brother is too.”

“It’s not fair for any of us if I do that.”

“Why not a polygon relationship.”

You scoffed, “I think you mean polyamorous relationship, Hope.”

You could just hear her rolling her eyes, “Whatever, You know what the fuck I meant. Anyway, try that.”

You sighed, “They already have a complicated relationship. Throwing me into the mix is going to make it worse.”

“Y/N, you’re already in the mix. Like that one taco shell commerical with the little Mexican girl, ‘Why not both?’“

You sighed again, I don’t know. I think I’ll just go on a second date with both of them and see where it goes from there.”

“I like my idea better.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Shut up.”

“Fine. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Part 7

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