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tracybirds · 4 years

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Fluffember Day 20 - Kiss

I am sooooo not a romance writer and I was fully expecting this prompt to be filled by platonic kisses all around (bc that’s epic too!!) and yet I found myself caught in a thunderstorm while on a walk yesterday and this song came on and I was hit with Pen and Ink feels and so ta da

Fluffember prompts from @gumnut-logic as per always ;)

Enjoy folks!!

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They had been agreed from the start. Their feelings couldn’t get in the way of their working relationship – International Rescue and the lives they saved had to come first. It was during a hushed conversation in FAB1 that they had decided to keep things casual and strictly between the two of them. Easy, without the risk of hurting each other, no need for anyone else to know. Only, Gordon had surprised her. They weren’t supposed to fall for each other.

And now Lady Penelope had to suffer through a formal dinner and dance of her own making. She was the one who had insisted on a black-tie dress code and the one who had kicked up a fuss when Scott had initially denied her invitation on the grounds that International Rescue couldn’t just shut down for twelve hours. It was meant to be a nice time for society to gather, for the enigmatic Tracy brothers’ appearance to distract the elite from her intelligence gathering on select members in attendance.

And then Gordon, hopelessly cheerful and brilliant Gordon, had arrived in that tuxedo. Gordon so rarely wore tailored clothes on Tracy Island that she had forgotten how a well-fitting outfit could emphasise one’s lines and create an angled jaw that was thrown back just so as he laughed, drawing everyone’s attention towards him. He hadn’t even had the decency to wear a black cummerbund, but instead a golden silk was wrapped around his waist.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him directly, certain that everyone in the room would feel the electricity passing between them.

“Nice party, Lady Penelope.”

The unexpected voice from behind her made her jump, and she scowled at the broad man leaning casually against the wall. Virgil should never have been able to sneak up on her, and admittedly if his brother hadn’t been doing such a fine job of distracting her, he never would have.

“Thank you, Virgil. Have you tried the canapés – they are truly divine.”

“I have, thank you very much,” said Virgil with a grin. He looked smug, as though he knew something she didn’t.

“Yes, well,” she said. No need to rise to his bait after all.

“Gordon’s looking good, all spruced up,” said Virgil slyly. “It’s not often we can get him out of his beach wear or wetsuits.”

Lady Penelope sniffed. “It’s a pity none of you brushed up his etiquette before bringing him here. A gold cummerbund at a black-tie event, I’ll never live it down.”

If anything, Virgil looked even more delighted by her comments.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said loftily. “I have guests to whom I must attend.”

“Later, Penelope,” he called after her.

She hurried off to find something to critique or to hide herself away. It would be merely efficient if she managed to do both simultaneously.

She made it to the kitchens without incident and exhaled slowly, head in her hands now she was able to shut out the party.

“Lady Penelope?”

She looked up sharply and groaned inwardly as she caught sight of Alan.

“Are you okay?” He certainly sounded like the earnest teenager she knew and loved.

“What are you doing back here?” she scolded, hoping to distract him from his concern and side-step the issue of her losing control around Gordon’s baby brother of all people.

“John and I have a bet going,” he confessed. “Whoever can steal the most pigs-in-blankets gets to skip the next five parties.”

“I didn’t think you hated my parties quite so much, Alan.”

“Well,” said Alan, wrinkling his nose. “They’re just kind of boring, aren’t they?”

Lady Penelope has nothing to say to that. Even she can admit that her dinners are not to a fourteen-year-old’s tastes.

She might have garbled her excuses and made her escape if Gordon’s laugh hadn’t floated down into the kitchen at that very moment, as though taunting her.

“Gordon likes your parties,” said Alan, watching her closely.

“Well, that’s gratifying,” said Lady Penelope. “I could hardly host an event and have people walk away having not enjoyed themselves.”

“He hates getting all dressed up, hates having his motion restricted,” said Alan, slowly. “But he was so excited for this evening.”

Lady Penelope hardly dared to breathe. The facts were harder to brush off when they had been laid out in front of her by a teenager with too much wisdom in his eyes.

Alan grinned at her, bright and sudden. “Makes you wonder what he was so excited for,” he said before cheerfully swiping the aforementioned pigs-in-blankets.

“Seeya!”

“Good evening, Alan,” Lady Penelope sighed.

She waited a few more minutes, trying to collect herself, but Gordon kept laughing and suddenly it wasn’t enough to hear him through the walls.

She spun on her heel and pushed open the doors, intent on returning to the Lesser Ballroom where she had last seen Gordon. Her heart let out a high-pitched keening when she realised he was no longer there. Scott sidled up next to her, oblivious to her disappointment.

“Glad we came, Lady Penelope?” he asked.

No! she wanted to cry. This wasn’t meant to be so hard.

“I’m as thrilled as always, Scott,” she said. “You boys certainly know how to put on an act.”

“Comes with the territory,” said Scott. “And besides, we learned from the best.”

Lady Penelope angled her head slightly, acknowledging the compliment.

“Are you glad you came, Scott?” she asked.

Scott grinned. “Yeah, I was just being a bit of a hardass. Gordon was pissed.”

“Oh?” she asked weakly. If yet another of Gordon’s brothers wants to discuss him with her, she’s not so sure she can keep her emotions to herself anymore.

“Yeah,” said Scott, airily. “Yeah, he yelled at me for at least twenty minutes straight. And then he got John to run the numbers on our last stretch of significant downtime so he could get Virgil to sign off on medically enforced downtime.” Scott looked down at her with a smile. “Between the two of you, I never stood a chance.”

Lady Penelope sucked in a breath. ‘The two of you’, the simple phrase connecting Gordon and herself as though it were nothing. As though it didn’t mean everything.

Scott leaned down to whisper conspiratorially in her ear.

“It’s not often Gordon fights for something, he’s a pretty laid-back guy,” he said. “But do you know what I’ve noticed?”

“No?” squeaked Lady Penelope.

“Whenever he fights, it’s always for you.”

And then Scott Tracy – world class arse – is walking away, hands in his pockets. He’s even whistling.

She’s so caught up in the indignity of the moment, pink splotches on her cheeks and mouth open, she fails to spot John walking over to her until it’s too late.

“Pig-in-a-blanket?” he asks mildly.

“Oh, no you don’t, John Tracy,” she exclaims, whirling around to face him. “You don’t get to come over here and offer me a pig-in-a-blanket as though I can’t see exactly what you’re trying to do.”

“And what’s that?” he asks. He pulled the tiny sausage off the toothpick and chewed carefully.

“You’re going to lose your bet, you know” she said.

“You’re sidestepping the question,” he said, but he didn’t press further.

Penny didn’t say anything, she’d never been able to hide anything from John. John had a way of piercing her shields and plucking her vulnerabilities from her core and examining them under the light of day. He didn’t say anything either, but looped her arm through his and walked her to a quiet alcove cast in shadow.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

John smiled. “You already know,” he said.

And Lady Penelope found that she did.

Gordon.

He was leaning against the wall, and he pulled her close as soon as she was in reach.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey yourself,” she said softly. She exhaled carefully, resting her forehead on his chest.

“Hey, you’re okay,” said Gordon, his hands rising to her shoulders. He held her as she sucked in shuddering breaths, trying to regain a semblance of control.

When she stilled, he gently pressed a kiss against her temple.

“Want to tell me what that was about?” he asked, pulling away and searching her face.

“This party, it was too much,” she whispered. “I thought I could handle it, pretending like always, but then your brothers, and your laugh, and that stupid cummerbund –”

“Hey, I look sexy in this cummerbund,” complained Gordon.

“It’s a black-tie event, Gordon, that means black.”

She smiled though, which she knew had been his main objective. He always managed to make her smile.

“What if we stopped,” she said tentatively. Gordon stiffened, but didn’t pull away.

“Stopped what, exactly?”

“All this… hiding.”

Gordon did pull away at this, eyes wide.

“What about your evil enemies waiting to tear us apart?” The levity in his voice masked the uncertain look in his eyes.

“And what of yours?” she whispered. “What if a hurricane takes you from me? What if I’m kidnapped and buried alive on foreign soil? Just once, I’d like to explore a ‘what if’ that makes us happy.”

“And that is?”

“What if it turns out to be the best adventure of our lives?”

Gordon leaned down and kissed her. She could feel the twitch of his lips smiling against her and she could help but laugh as he picked her up and whirled her around.

“Feeling brave?” he asked her, as he gently placed her back on her feet.

Penelope thought of what Scott had said, the two of them.

Gordon bowed and offered her his hand.

She took it.

The world never stood a chance.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #penelope creighton-ward #gordon tracy #pen and ink #with special features from!#virgil tracy #alan tracy #scott tracy #john tracy #and the high end elite of planet earth #but they don't say much xD #fluffember 2019 #sometimes i fic #fic

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katzuyas · 6 years

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have yourself a merry little christmas

for day 7 of @vityaweek and to celebrate victor’s bday bc he deserves all the love and care and I want him to be spoiled beyond belief 💕💕🙏💕🙏💕💕

When Victor wakes up to Yuuri sneaking out of their bed early on the morning of his birthday, he pretends to still be asleep and gleefully listens as Yuuri hushes Makkachin's soft boofs on his way out of the room. Victor still pretends to be asleep while Yuuri does something out of his sight. It's probably a surprise, Victor thinks, a grin twitching on his lips before he can hold it back. He tries really hard to school his face back into impassiveness of sleep, but it's no use: he's too excited.

Whatever it is that Yuuri has planned, it takes far longer than Victor anticipates and by the time Yuuri gets back Victor is almost, true to his pretence, falling back asleep. He doesn't react when Yuuri slides back under the covers, or when Yuuri presses their bodies close, but he can't quite help it when his lips quirk up as Yuuri begins to shower his cheeks, chin, jaw and neck with tiny, sweet kisses.

"I know you're awake," Yuuri murmurs into his ear. "You're far too still."

Not even guilty at all, Victor opens his eyes to see his lovely fiancé smiling at him. He smiles back.

"Well then, we can't have that now, can we?"

He wraps his arms tightly around Yuuri and pulls him in so close that he's almost half lying on him now. Yuuri doesn't complain in the least. Even if he wants to, he can't because Victor's lips are on his in a second, stealing any words that might linger on his tongue. Before Victor can fully roll onto Yuuri and press him into the matters to wreck utter havoc on Yuuri's beautiful body with his eager mouth, Yuuri tips him back. He lifts himself up over Victor, one knee inching high between Victor's legs and arms on both sides of Victor's head and oh, Victor loves that, too.

"Are you awake enough yet?" Yuuri mouths against the scrape of morning stubble across Victor's jaw. "Or should I give you your present later?"

"Aren't you my present?" Victor pouts.

Yuuri laughs a little and lifts his head to smile down at Victor directly.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but..." He blushes endearingly. "You're the birthday boy. We'll do whatever you want today."

"I like the sound of that," Victor smiles, reaching up to bring Yuuri's face close enough so he could kiss his lovely lips. "But I'm really too curious about what you have in store for me, so how about we keep the best present for last?"

Victor boops Yuuri's nose with a finger and winks. Yuuri huffs an adorable laugh against his mouth when he dips his head to kiss Victor once more. He moves off of Victor afterwards. For a brief second Victor regrets his decision. He already misses Yuuri's warmth caging his body in the soft sheets of their bed.

Yuuri doesn't go far, though. He sits at the edge of the bed and reaches for the nightstand. It's only then that Victor notices the tray full of food that he didn't even hear Yuuri carrying in. Warmth blooms in his heart as he sits up.

"First thing on the schedule: breakfast in bed," Yuuri announces, placing the tray between them.

Victor smiles when he takes the cup of warm tea that Yuuri's offering. He wraps his fingers around the mug, sipping the black tea sweetened with raspberry jam – just the way he likes it, and it's so sweet that Yuuri remembered – while Yuuri butters a toast and puts a generous coat of peach jam on top. What Yuuri does next gives Victor a whiplash, almost. He rips away a bite-sized piece of toast and moves his hand towards Victor's mouth, which suddenly feels both too dry and salivating at once. Victor swallows.

"Say ah," Yuuri says. A beautiful, soft blush on his cheeks brings out the red in the brown of Yuuri's eyes. Victor's starstruck. "Number two on the list is hand feeding you everything, because I want to spoil you like no one ever did before."

Victor's mouth drops open off its own accord. Yuuri smiles and places the offered food against Victor's lips. Still afraid of much everything but breathing, Victor takes it onto his tongue and chews slowly. He doesn't even feel the taste, he's too busy being lightheaded from looking at his gorgeous, incredible fiancé who once again makes him fall in love all over again like it's the only thing he was born to do.

Victor swallows, finally, and takes the next piece off Yuuri's fingers. He licks his lips and slumps back against the pillows. A warmth that has nothing to do with the tea grows in his chest with every new bite Yuuri feeds him.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to eat on my own now," Victor confesses after a moment.

Yuuri snickers lightly, biting off a piece of toast himself. "I really don't see a problem here."

Victor opens his mouth before Yuuri's done ripping the next piece off. He feels like a bird being fed by its mama, but... it also feels incredibly nice. He could fall asleep like this, he thinks. It's much different from how he'd imagined the morning of his birthday to start. He thought Yuuri would wake him up with sex – it was what all his previous steady partners did. Victor never complained about that kind of treatment, because it was good, and he might have expected Yuuri to do that as well. But this? He accepts another piece of toast and a piece of canned peach in sweet, sticky syrup. This is infinitely better.

Trust it to Yuuri to give Victor something he didn't even know himself that he wanted.

"Last one," Yuuri tells him after another few minutes of simply eating and sharing warm looks over the food tray. "And then it's part three of your present."

"How many are there?" Victor asks, curious enough that he almost forgets to chew the toast before he swallows.

He drinks half of his tea in a few gulps to wash everything down and sits up eagerly. Yuuri's putting the tray back on the nightstand. When he's back facing Victor, there's a little envelope-shaped something in his hands. The wrapper is blue, spotted with snowflakes, and Victor lifts an eyebrow at that. Yuuri blushes.

"I swear they stopped carrying all normal wrappers. Everything is Christmas themed now," Yuuri complains. "This was the only one I found that wasn't really ugly."

Victor shakes his head with a smile. "It's the contents that matter, right?"

Yuuri nods. He twirls the present in his hands.

"You asked how many presents there would be," he says carefully. "I think around five or six? But this one is probably the most important."

Yuuri looks up from his hands and bites nervously on his lip. Victor wants to wrap him in a hug and tell him that no matter what it is he'll love it anyway because it's from Yuuri, but before he can do that Yuuri is forging on.

"If there's something you don't like about it, we can still change everything," Yuuri tells him. "Nothing is set in stone yet, so just let me know if you think we should do things differently. No pressure, okay?"

Yuuri swallows nervously and then offers Victor the present with both hands and a small bow. Victor accepts it, with both hands as well. He briefly remembers that it's important.

"Can I open it now?" he asks. That's important in Yuuri's culture, too, he knows.

His efforts are rewarded with a small smile and a nervous nod of Yuuri's head. Surprisingly, Victor finds that he's a little bit nervous himself. Whatever is under the wrapper must be important to Yuuri if he's so concerned about it. Victor peels off the wrapper, careful not to rip it apart in one go.

As he expected, it's an envelope: violet in colour, with a golden crest seal that Victor breaks without hesitation. There's a single card inside, or so he thinks when he first touches it. His eyes take in the violet and navy blue ribbons tied together in the centre of the cover.

And then he sees what's written above the knot.

"This is...?" Victor whispers, aware of how his voice is breaking.

He can't look away from the words Wedding Invitation that crown the top of the card. He's already suspecting what it is, what it means, but his brain, mouth and eyes seem to be working against each other.

"Open it," Yuuri tells him.

Victor is too busy with his blank-minded freakout to notice how Yuuri wrangles his hands in his lap. His own are positively trembling when he opens the card and reads:

"Victor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki joyfully invite you to share in their happiness as they unite in–"

Victor's voice disappears somewhere in his tight, tight, too tight throat, but his eyes dutifully follow the rest of the text.

Marriage.

A date set for after the Worlds. A place picked, Japan, so Yuuri's parents could attend. Everything set up, down to an hour.

Swallowing thickly, Victor looks up at Yuuri.

"Did you... do this?" he asks shakily.

His heart is beating so wildly he can't even hear his voice. His eyes are hot, too, and his vision is getting blurry. Victor blinks. Ah, those are tears, he thinks. Absently, he lifts a hand up to wipe at the warm liquid rolling down his cheek.

"I'm sorry," Yuuri says quietly. "I didn't mean to leave you out of the planning. We can just forget about it and do all of it together again, alright?"

Yuuri shifts closer to him, vibrating with nervous energy. He doesn't touch Victor, not like that time in Barcelona, but Victor wants him to. He wants him to ask.

"Are you crying?" Yuuri whispers, hesitation on his breath.

"Yes," Victor gives, bowing his head low. He honestly feels like sniffling, but he holds it back and gulps air through his mouth.

"Are you upset?" Yuuri asks again, just as hesitant.

All Victor can do is shake his head. The invitation in his hand is trembling, but so is the rest of him.

"Can I touch you?" Yuuri tries once more.

Victor wraps himself around Yuuri before Yuuri can even move. Yuuri feels warm, safe... he feels like happy ever after. He's lovely. He's beautiful and generous and kind. And now he's handed Victor an invitation to their own wedding, looking nervous and scared, as if Victor could say anything else but I'll book the tickets right now.

"I love you," Victor says instead. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Yuuri's arms tighten around Victor.

"I love you, too," he returns easily.

The slight quiver in Yuuri;s body is now dying down and Victor rubs his no longer shaking palms over Yuuri's back soothingly. It suddenly seems silly that they're both in such a state because of their own wedding invitations.

"Does that mean you liked your present?" Yuuri asks. "Because, as I said before, we can still change–"

"No," Victor stops him. "We're not changing anything. It's perfect. You're perfect."

Yuuri makes a small sound of embarrassment. It makes Victor laugh. He's still crying, he thinks, but he's feeling so full at the moment that he doesn't know if it's true. Yuuri's face is slightly blurry when Victor lifts his head from where he's been hiding in Yuuri's shoulder. Definitely still crying, Victor decides, but he really doesn't care. Yuuri's cheeks are flushed, but his hands diligently reach up to wipe away Victor's tears.

He's so sweet, Victor thinks. I'm marrying this sweet, lovely man, he thinks, too.

"It's finally happening, is it?" he breathes in awe.

"We can wait, if you aren't ready?" Yuuri offers, gentle as always.

He's smiling lightly. Victor loves that smile. He doesn't necessarily love what Yuuri's pretty mouth is saying, but he loves that smile.

"We're not waiting a second longer than we have to," he decides. "I can't stand not being married to you."

Yuuri's smile widens at that. Victor loves it even more now. He wants to spend the rest of his life putting it on Yuuri's beautiful face.

"What about that promise of the wedding only after I win gold?" Yuuri bites his lip. "I'll still do my best, but..."

"I don't care about any of that! I never did," Victor rushes to say. And then he pauses. "Wait, that came out wrong. I do care about you winning gold, because you deserve it and I want to see you get all of that, and more. But I want to marry you, more than I want to add another medal to that dusty case in the living room. You're more important to me than any gold."

Yuuri breathes out what seems to be all of his anxiety. He looks softer now, more at ease. He takes both of Victor's hands in his and places a kiss to each.

"Thank you," he whispers over Victor's knuckles. "I'll still be working for that medal, and all the others I owe you, but... I needed to hear you say that. Thank you."

"Then I'll keep saying it till death does us part," Victor vows, kissing Yuuri's hands back.

A small smile worms its way over to Yuuri's lips.

"Till death does us part," he agrees.

Victor leans over to kiss him and Yuuri kisses him back: tender, reassuring, loving.

"Happy birthday, Victor," Yuuri tells him as if it's an afterthought.

It is, Victor realizes, for both of them. Frankly, he can't even say what day or month it is. It doesn't matter. And yet... it's the best birthday Victor's ever had. The best day he's ever had, probably, too. And it's only just starting.

He grins.

"So, six presents, you said?" he asks. "If they're as good as this one, I can hardly wait."

Yuuri's blush might not be counted as one among the six, but to Victor it's just another wonderful present added to the ever-growing pile that Yuuri's gifting to him every day that they spend together.

#vityaweek2017 #victuuri #viktuuri #vikturi #victuri #yuri on ice #my fic #I'm still gross sobbing bc they're too cute #and sobbing again bc this week is over now and I'll miss it #I had so much fun writing all of these #thank you to everyone who read these drabbles #you guys give me strength 💕#happy birthday skating star

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queen-scribbles · 6 years

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Crossing the Line

For @pillarspromptsweekly Fill #34. This week was another Roll for It, and boy howdy was I happy to get Gathbin in there, :3 Playing with Tavi’s opinion of him is FUN. Also got Great Hall and reclamation(which you kind of have to squint to see) (ao3 link coming bc tumblr’s still doing the thing)

“Watcher, there’s a visitor waiting in the Great Hall,” the gate guard announced as Tavi led her group back into Caed Nua.

She fought the urge to groan. She was tired, the cuts on her arm had reached the point in the healing process where they itched like crazy, the lot of them were worse for wear after the bandits they fought on the way back, and she was very much not in the mood. “Who is it?” If Azzuro’s tryin’ to part me from a couple thousand pands for somethin’ I don’t fuckin’ need again...

“Lord Gathbin, I believe,” the guard said, a slight smirk pulling at his lips.

“Really, now.” Tavi flashed a predatory grin. “It would be rude to make him wait.”

“He certainly has some nerve,” Kana murmured behind her. “I wonder what he wants.”

“I know what he’s gonna get,” Tavi snorted, stomping across the grounds with far more vigor than she’d felt a minute ago.

“Tavi-” There were hurried footsteps, and then Aloth was beside her. “Don’t do anything rash.”

“Oh, I’ve spent plenty of time thinkin’ about what I”m gonna do to that fucker,” she growled.

“Aye, an’ well he deserves it!” Iselmyr’s comment spilled out before Aloth silenced her with a wince.

“Whatever he might deserve, if we handle this properly, not only can we completely annul his claim, but he’ll be humiliated in the process. He sent assassins after you who failed. Usher’s eyes, you took them single handed. But if you barge in there and threaten to gut him in front of witnesses, you’ll be no better in their eyes.”

“Fuck what they think,” Tavi shot back with a snarl. “When have I ever cared what people fuckin’ think about me?” Aside from you, anyway. Not waiting for his answer, she slammed open the door to the Great Hall and strode inside.

“...claim what is mine by rights,” Gathbin was saying to Marshal Forwyn. He spun around, scowling, at the interruption. “You! What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you that,” Tavi retorted, crossing her arms. The motion pulled at her injured shoulder but she ignored the twinge. “Didn’t you basically forfeit your claim with your hissy fit in the Chancellor’s office?”

“Nothing of the sort,” Gathbin snorted. “Caed Nua is mine, you filthy little guttersnipe. I’ll not have some unwashed Vailian sword-for-hire stealing my family’s property.”

“It’s not stealing if I won it because you wouldn’t pay for service rendered,” Tavi growled. Even with Aloth’s (very sound) advice ringing in her ears, she was a hairs breadth from actually gutting the pompous fuck. She smirked. “It must burn you up t’ know that I’m living here, and doing a good fucking job.”

He sniffed disdainfully. “Oh, yes, it’s positively flourishing under your control.” He shot significant looks at the rubble clogging the way to the library and barracks. “Such a fine keep deserves better than your fumbling attempts at leadership.”

Tavi’s hands curled into fists. She might not like the politics and business of being the Watcher of Caed Nua, but she’d be damned if someone was going to insinuate she couldn’t do it. “Is that why you sent fuckin’ assassins, Lord Gathbin?”

He didn’t even blink at the sarcasm dripping from his title, face going studiously blank. “I didn’t send assassins.”

“Bullshit,” Tavi snapped, digging into her belt pouch for the letter Keya had found. She hadn’t wanted it to mysteriously vanish and had kept it with her. “I have proof. It has your fucking seal on it, you bastard!”

“I hired no assassins,” Gathbin repeated, adjusting one silk glove. “I may have paid some men to exterminate vermin encroaching on my keep, but-”

Tavi was launching herself forward before he finished the sentence, too furious to even holler the obscenities pilling up in her head.

Kana caught her before she’d made it more than a foot or two, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her off her feet. “I think it’s time to let someone else handle this conversation.” He nodded to Aloth and started carrying Tavi back toward the door.

She thought about fighting him, started to struggle, and then remembered two things. First, Kana was roughly as strong as she was, and second, he was one of six siblings. From her own experience grappling siblings who were doing(or about to do) stupid shit, she knew she was at a disadvantage. Kana already had her off her feet and was a fair bit bigger than she was. The part of her seeing red still wanted to try and work free so she could punch Gathlin in his stupid fucking face, but when she twitched Kana tightened his grip. So she resigned herself to glaring daggers at the man until the door closed between them. She was still all but snorting sparks when Kana set her down and rested his hands on her shoulders.

“Alright, Tavi, no prying ears--except mine, I suppose--what was that about?” he asked gently.

“You heard him,” Tavi muttered angrily. “Vermin, my ass. I’ll leave him for vermin to chew on...”

“I did hear him,” Kana nodded. “This is not your usual reaction to insults. Usually, you reply with with a snarky comment, and are only ready to murder if necessary. This is... much stronger than normal.”

“He crossed a line,” she said with a growl, crossing her arms. Her fingernails bit into her biceps in a vain attempt to hide her anger. “Exterminating vermin, he said.”

“Tavi. You’ve been called worse and brushed it off,” he said softly.

“Aloth and Keya were the first ones in my room with the ruckus,” she finally caved, voice so quiet Kana leaned forward to hear her. She glanced down at the parchment still clenched in her hand. “The orders said no witnesses. If I hadn’t killed them, if Aloth or Keya weren’t prepared, it could’ve gotten” -Him- “one of them hurt. Or killed.”

From the look on his face, Kana knew--or guessed--where her thoughts had gone. He was nice enough not to bring it up, instead pointing out, “But you did kill the assassins, and I was there, Keya and Aloth were both prepared for trouble.” He smiled. “Your cursing loudly in the middle of the night is a rare enough occurrence they were suitably warned.”

Tavi managed a weak smirk. “I try to save the cursin’ for daytime hours when everyone can enjoy it.”

Kana chuckled. “And we appreciate your valiant efforts on our behalf. My point, Tavi, is that everything turned out fine.”

“I know,” she said quietly, feeling the coil of rage in her gut begin to loosen. But what if it hadn’t? “He just made it way more personal than most do.” She raked hair out of her face. “So I reacted in kind. Still kinda want to fuckin’ strangle him,” she admitted, kicking a pebble.

“And I don’t blame you for that in the slightest,” Kana said with a nod. “But think how much more satisfying it’ll be to defeat him in proper combat.”

She snorted. “To Rymyrgamd’s fucking void with proper combat, I’m just sick of him bein’ a threat.”

“I doubt he’ll try anything like this again,” Kana shrugged. “Especially knowing that you’re wise to him, and given that he all but admitted to attempted assassination in front of the marshal. His next move will likely be more direct.”

Between the time to think and Kana’s rational commentary, Tavi found herself calming down. “That... does make sense. And it would feel great to let the bastard think he can beat me before I prove him so wrong it’s fucking hilarious.” She cocked her head. “Can I just challenge him to a duel and get it over with?”

Kana shook his head. “You could, but he’d never accept. You’ll just have to bide your time until you have a big enough army to meet him in battle.”

“Damn,” she groused, but just then the door swung open, distracting her from further comment.

Lord Gathbin stormed out, back rigid. He sent Tavi a venomous glare but didn’t say anything as he strode rapidly toward the gate. Aloth and Sagani emerged only a few seconds behind, the latter’s hand on her bow as if to make sure their guest truly departed.

Tavi raised an eyebrow as she watched him go. “I’d consider him handled. Gods, city slicker, what did you say?!”

Aloth shrugged. “I simply reminded him of the combat prowess that made you a contender for Caed Nua in the first place.” He smiled slyly at her. “And informed him that you dispatched all three assassins single handed in under a minute, so he regrettably had not gotten his money’s worth with them.”

“That’s not even the best part, though,” Sagani crowed, apparently satisfied Gathbin was really leaving as she turned to join the conversation. “Tell her what you said after that.”

“What I said isn’t important,” Aloth protested. “All that truly matters is that he knows better than to do something like that again.”

Tavi looked at Sagani, curiosity only further piqued by Aloth’s humility. “Do tell.”

“Sending assassins is the mark of either a desperate men or an unworthy coward-”

“One so cowardly as to be unworthy of his title,” Aloth interrupted, face bright red and gaze studiously fixed on the hangnail he was picking. “If you insist on quoting it, at least do so properly.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if any of your poorly hidden contempt for the man got lost in translation,” Sagani said dryly. “Anyway, it was basically that if he was either of the previously mentioned types of kith, you were more than capable of handling him.” She grinned as Aloth’s ears twitched. “Then something about that not being a threat, just a statement of fact. Which, by the way, I second. You could beat that man with one hand tied behind your back, Tav.”

“‘Course I could,” Tavi snorted, studying Aloth’s face. “That just sounds a little more, well, me of a sentiment than you would usually voice, Aloth.”

The wizard shrugged, briefly meeting her eye before returning his gaze to the hangnail, which was now bleeding. “He crossed a line,” he said quietly. “And you’re rather important, being the leader of our group, and a Watcher, and the only one with a prayer of tracking down Thaos. Life will be significantly easier without Lord Gathbin trying anything further.”

“Thanks for havin’ my back, Corfiser,” Tavi grinned, lightly bumping her shoulder against his.

“Oh, it was no trouble,” Aloth mumbled.

“I can still appreciate it,” she said warmly. “Now come on, you lot”--an inclusive gesture to the lot of them--”we’re leavin’ for Defiance Bay first thing in the mornin’, an’ I want everyone well fed, well rested, and stocked up on whatever you think you’ll need.” If she hesitated a beat so she could walk to Brighthollow roughly next to Aloth, it was no one’s fuckin’ business but her own.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Everyone went to their own quarters when they entered Brighthollow, of course. But it was only a couple minutes before a growling stomach led Kana to the kitchen in search of a snack. And apparently, he wasn’t the only one.

Sagani waved a cheery greeting from her perch cross-legged on the table. “Lookin’ for the cookies? I haven’t eaten all of ‘em yet.”

“I had been considering something a bit hardier,” Kana laughed, “but since you mention it...”

She leaned forward and nudged the half empty plate toward him, commenting, “Interesting homecomin’, huh?” She gestured in the direction of Caed Nua’s main hall with her partially eaten cookie to clear up any potential confusion.

“It certainly was,” Kana agreed, chuckling as he reached for a couple of the golden-brown treats. “I haven’t yet seen anyone get a rise out of Tavi quite like that.” He sat--properly--at the table, noting with amusement that it put him perfectly eye-level with the dwarf.

“Yeah, Gathbin sure got under her skin,” Sagani mused, taking another bite of her cookie. “She say anything to you regardin’ why?”

Kana shrugged but smiled. “Who were the first ones in the room, who may have come to harm?”

“Keya and Al-oh.” Sagani smirked. “I knew it! It’s mutual, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

She rolled her eyes and teased, “Well, there goes my high opinion of your observational skills. Aloth’s been carryin’ a torch for Tavi at least since I joined up, maybe longer.” A giggle escaped, along with a few crumbs. “You really didn’t notice?”

Kana reflected, then gave a conceding nod. “In hindsight, yes, it is rather obvious, isn’t it? And she’s definitely carrying one for him. One obvious enough I wonder that you missed it.”

“I suspected,” Sagani shot back, grinning. “Now, how long you figure ‘fore they admit.it to each other?”

Kana thought for a moment, munching on his cookie. “A month? Perhaps longer, Tavi’s still in a state resembling denial.”

Sagani snorted. “Please. I give it a week. Two, tops.”

Kana shot her a curious look, grin playing at his lips. “How certain are you of that prediction?”

“Fifty pands sure,” she shot back, matching his grin.

“I’ll take that wager,” he said with a nod.

They shook on it, and returned their attention to polishing off the plate of cookies. They were setting out tomorrow; no telling when they’d have another chance to slow down and enjoy the simple things in life.

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Sagani wins, btw. It’s only a week and half from here that Tavi has Near Death Experience #3 in Third Time’s the Charm. Kana’s okay with this. (He wins the bet on how long til their first “real” kiss after that, so it balances out)

#queens fic #pillars prompts weekly #pillars of eternity #tavi illani #kana rua #aloth corfiser #sagani #otp: third time's the charm

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Supercorp and baking? But plot twist it's a college au and maybe they added something special to the brownies. Thanks my dude enjoy being drunk

fuck i love you anon. i also know nothing about baking edible mary-j so. i’m sorry if this is totally wrong bc it probably is. yeah alcohol!

“i don’t like smoking.”

kara shrugs. “that’s okay,” she says. her fingers idly twist in the bedsheets. “i don’t like it either.”

they’re tangled together in kara’s small dorm bed and lena’s music is being amped through kara’s tiny speakers and lena’s shirt is on the floor of kara’s itsy-bitsy room. kara’s roommate is out so that means lena is in. kara breathes nicely, skin buzzing and smile easy.

“i’ve never had edibles though,” lena says. she adjusts herself so she sits up on the pillows. kara hums, pillows her head on lena’s chest.

“i know a guy?”

lena smiles. “really?”

“i mean.” kara shrugs again, a memory of lucy explicitly waxing poetic about the wonders of magic brownies churning in her head. lena’s fingers tangle into hers. “i’ve always wanted to make my own, too.”

“where would we do that?” lena laughs and gestures around them. “i don’t think that would be the smartest thing.”

“no,” kara agrees. she shifts so that she’s now on lena’s stomach, ear pressing into soft skin and hearing so much. bodies are weird.

the music plays and the room is caught in this nice space in between time: kara snuggled to lena, air thick, windows dim. a thought occurs to her.

she sits up then, lena jolting in the quick motion.“james’s apartment isn’t far from here,” she says, arms still wrapped around her girlfriend’s midsection.

lena recovers and appraises kara carefully. “james isn’t into hooligan antics.” she taps kara’s nose which makes kara scrunch up her face.

“neither are we.”

“yeah, but isn’t there like, an etiquette to this stuff?” lena flips a wild piece of hair out of kara’s face. “we can’t just invite ourselves over.”

kara rolls her eyes. “it’s james. he never locked his door freshman year.”

lena laughs, hand cupping kara’s cheek and kara leans into the touch. “winn hated him for that.”

“he still does.”

the dim light turns lena’s black hair blue, something so pretty that kara can’t stop the kiss she plants on lena’s lips, soft simple and sweet. it’s distracting, and they spend a little time getting a lot lost.

“say we take over james’s kitchen,” lena mumbles against kara’s lips. “where would we get the stuff?”

kara pushes forward, eager for that sweet pressure. “like i said, i know a guy.”

lena laughs, open and cute. “you know everyone.”

kara flips her hair and smiles smugly. “i know.”

lena shakes her head but kisses kara anyways. by the time they’re done lena is resting atop kara’s chest, both breathing heavy and the daylight long gone.

“so you know a guy?”

kara’s hand feels hot and heavy against lena’s bare back.

“yes.”

brian texts kara back in less than two minutes.

finally, is all he says, followed by his address and a slew of excited emojis.

lena shoves kara lightly on the shoulder and kara pretends to fall, arms flailing and legs dramatically thrown up.

“you shouldn’t shove people,” kara whines, phone still in her palm. lena’s response is to shove kara again, and this time kara makes an effort not to budge.

“you can handle it,” lena says with a wink. kara’s cheeks pink after that, and lena picks up her clothes off the floor with more attractiveness than what should be allowed.

"you’re crazy.”

lena stands and puts her hand on her hip, levels her gaze at kara. “i’m not the one making drug deals at six in the afternoon.

kara snorts and goes to dig around her drawers for shorts. “you’re paying for half of it,” she points out. “so that makes two crazies.”

she doesn’t see it but she knows with certainty lena is rolling her eyes.

“it’s because i love you.”

“sap.”

“it’s true.”

lena fixes her hair in the mirror, sweatshirt baggy and skin faintly flushes. kara’s heart does that weird thumpy thing again and the room waltzes to that special halt once more.

“yeah,” she says. “true.”

kara isn’t a terrible baker but lena’s a distraction.

“we have to distribute the marijuana equally or -” kara sighs, lena’s arms tight around her waste and breath warm on her neck. “- or some parts will be more thc heavy than others.”

lena hums, smart enough to understand but clearly not caring. “okay.”

“i’m gonna do that now.”

lena nibbles softly at her earlobe and kara tilts her head, almost spilling the batter in the process.

“lena,” she whines.

“yes?” lena smiles into her skin.

“lena.” it’s james’s voice carried over from the living room. “let kara bake.”

“please,” winn calls after. “also, i’m totally beating james right now if anyone cares.” the bouncy sounds of their mario kart game bop around the apartment and winn whoops in celebration.

“bow down,” winn cries, the sound of his controller hitting the hardwood with a loud clack. it’s followed by james’s groan and another bouncy tune. “bow down, boy.”

kara’s able to get everything in the pan without much hassle and prays she’s done it right. lena’s moved to lean against the counter so the extra space is welcomed but kara reaches for her again anyways, hand fondling the scratchy familiar of lena’s sweater.

“now we wait,” she says as she slides it into the oven. “and then we become real hooligans.”

“luthors aren’t hooligans,” lena says.

kara nods, brings her hands to her chest in mock grievance. “of course. how naive of me to forget.”

“please share,” james calls from the living room. winn whoops again and james swears under his breath, that bouncy boppy tune growing stronger with every passing second. “you better share. you use my kitchen you share the goods.”

kara sends a salute over to the boys’ way even though they aren’t paying attention. “will do, good sirs.” she turns to lena, smile mischievous. “and you said james didn’t like hooligan antics.”

“i love hooligan antics,” james yells. lena shrugs.

“i stand defeated.”

kara kisses her anyways.

“lucy said not to take the entire square.” kara eyes winn’s slice warily. he doesn’t seem deterred, and then promptly eats the entire thing in two bites. he licks his fingers and shoots kara a dopey grin.

“what does lucy know?” he asks.

“everything,” james says. he takes a careful bite and chews thoughtfully. “you’re a wild child so i’m just not going to do what you’re doing.”

lena is looking at her slice with contemplation.

kara and lena don’t do anything that would make james dub them as wild children. kara’s never done this and neither has lena and while it’s exciting kara also can’t help but replay eliza’s lectures to her and alex before they sauntered off to college.

she catches lena’s gaze. there’s laughter, something like an inside joke being broadcasted over kara’s way. kara smiles, the stench of chocolate and hooligan antics strong.

“ready?”

lena nods, smirk bright.

“ready.”

nothing happens.

they play a round of mario kart. lena and kara clean up the kitchen. winn tries to convince james to a fourth round of mario kart.

and then almost an hour later kara feels really warm.

she stands and the room tilts. lena burns bright under the kitchen lights. kara thinks that’s funny, which, it isn’t, but it is. it so is.

lena frowns. “why are you laughing?”

kara giggles behind her hand, a poor attempt to hide the rising of her chest. “why aren’t you?” she shoots back.

lena furrows her eyebrows. “you’re feeling it.”

“she’s feeling it!” winn yells, and by the shrillness of it kara’s pretty sure he’s feeling it too.

james taps at his phone casually and doesn’t spare winn a glance. “sit down please.” winn immediately sits.

kara reaches for lena and marvels at how soft lena’s skin is, how she can see the blemishes on lena’s face up close, on the faint smell of chocolate and the smudge of her eyeliner. so close. lena is so close and so beautiful.

“what?”

kara breathes. her head doesn’t feel attached to her body. “i don’t know.”

“feeling it?”

kara scratches her arm and the itch echoes across her skin in waves.

“yeah.”

lena looks serious for a hot second before bursting into laughter. she cups the back of kara’s neck soothingly and wow, kara wants lena to touch her for forever.

“this is the best idea we’ve ever had.”

“boo ya,” winn cries. there’s a sound like a body hitting the floor followed by a smack of a pillow. the mario kart theme plays on a loop. james laughs.

kara snuggles closer. “best. idea. yes.” she punctuates her words with a kiss and lena smiles, smiles, something so weird and wonderful brewing in this little apartment on a weekend night.

lena’s mouth has been hanging open for the last half hour. or is it five minutes? james said it’s only been fifteen. kara doesn’t trust math anymore.

she pokes a finger underneath her girlfriend’s hanging chin and pushes gently up to close her mouth. lena’s bones move like putty and the moment kara removes her finger lena’s jaw slacks open again on instant.

kara giggles and feels borderline maniacal.

“so dignified.”

lena does something that looks like she means to swerve out of kara’s grasp but only achieves in whipping her hair back and forth. she pouts and pushes her cheeks together with her hands, skin red and flushed.

“i feel like a turnip,” she moans.

kara barks out laughter and james joins in, though he looks mostly confused. he’s cradling the mario kart console in his arms and having a conversation about lucy with winn at the same time.

“that’s weird,” kara tells lena and accents it with a bop on lena’s nose. lena sniffles.

“do you think we could get sushi?”

kara’s eyes widen. “from that shady place down on riverview and second?”

lena nods vigorously. “yes. yes yes yes.”

“i love salmon. they have salmon rolls.”

“and avocado.”

“hippy.”

“fish.”

kara laughs again and shivers because she can feel the laugh bubble up inside of her and what the –

winn’s sitting on his spot on the floor, unmoving and eyes glazed to the television. “i love these colors,” he mumbles. kara turns to see he’s watching the night news. anderson cooper is interviewing a lady down in texas. “i love,” winn mumbles some more, and after that kara decides to leave him in his infatuation.

kara stands with difficulty and pads over to her phone where it’s resting on the counter. she wakes it up and swipes with slippery fingers to thumb in her passcode but is denied each time. it takes her about ten times before she realizes it isn’t her phone, but lena’s.

“oh,” she says.

lena’s suddenly spread out on the couch. “you okay?” she asks, voice an octave lower than usual, laden with sleep and hooligan antics.

“yes,” kara affirms. she gets through the lock screen and stares at lena’s homepage with difficulty. words are so hard. words are fine. kara can read. kara. kara knows that sushi place’s number.

it takes some time but they’re able to place a decent order. kara is entranced by lena’s phone’s light. the mario kart theme is stuck in her head and james is calling lucy and winn’s trying to find the tv remote and lena. lena is right next to kara and poking at kara’s earring.

“have you always had this?” she asks. kara gets distracted by their closeness, lena’s smell very strong for some reason.

“yes.”

“it’s cute.”

“thank you.”

“sushi?”

“yes.” kara bumps their foreheads together and maybe it’s a tad too hard because lena actually winces. “sorry.”

lena shakes her head. “i can feel my heartbeat,” she says.

“that’s a good thing.” kara bumps her hand to rest against lena’s chest. the pulse is sure and strong and warm and kara’s senses go on overdrive. “it means you’re alive.”

lena smiles, eyes so dark in this lighting. kara smiles back, wonders if lena knows she looks great even without plucked eyebrows.

“i’m glad.”

“good.”

kara’s two boxes of mediocre salmon rolls in when things start to go from comfortable to not comfortable.

her stomach churns restlessly and she can feel every piece of sushi actually slide down her throat and it’s disgusting to be quite honest. the room spins but not pleasantly, and while she loves having lena by her side right now it feels too warm, too much too soon. she rolls her head, the cricks seeping into her muscles instead of flowing out of her body. kara hears winn’s voice droning on about something and james answering him but it’s all. so. much.

lena spits out her sushi.

“i can’t do this,” she says, looking very tired.

kara nods through her haze, that stupid mario kart theme on that stupid endless loop. she’s not even sure if the damn thing is even plugged in.

“lucy said,” she breathes, her head thumping against the wall. “lucy said it’s called greening out.”

lena shoves her food away from her. "how do we stop it.”

“we don’t.”

lena moans. kara cringes. she pries herself away from her girlfriend’s grasp as politely as she can, and lena goes willingly, taking comfort against the leg of the couch instead.

“lucy said we just need to sleep it off.”

kara takes the last bite of her sushi because it was expensive and she paid for it so she might as well force herself to finish it, even if her girlfriend wont, and –

she turns and lena is snoring.

kara sighs. her insides are on fire and her brain is overheated so she doesn’t think too hard about it and then curls up on the floor next to lena, hand brushing lena’s hand.

the boys’s voices continue to drone on as kara’s eyes get heavier and heavier, her entire body creaking in her ears, the harsh cold of the floor a welcome sensation against her burning cheeks.

at least she can say they baked the brownies correctly.

so she doesn’t like to smoke.

this is different. it’s weird. kara falls asleep to the throbbing of her organs.

lena’s hand finds hers somewhere in the night, and they end up squeezed onto james’s couch sometime between it.

things kara’s learned through the magic of adult brownies:

1). lena is beautiful even when high off her mind.

2). winn is a nerd.

3). james needs a new video game console.

4). she can bake brownies better than alex.

in the morning, kara wakes up with a crick everywhere and lena drooling on her shoulder. morning sunlight blinds her vision before she blinks away the spot. james is gone, most likely in his room, and winn is asleep in an armchair.

kara debates waking lena up but then lena whimpers in her sleep, turns so she’s more buried into kara’s embrace, and wow, they look disgusting and kara feels like a sack of potatoes but there’s something about the community of this moment that has her stopping and sliding back into sleep.

they’re crazy and they baked hooligan antics in james’s kitchen but hey. kara can clean everything up later.

lena sleeps. winn snores. kara drifts back into her dreams.

#drunk jenny writes #supergirl fic #supercorp fic #I wrote this!#jenny's party of 1 #ok s this is a hot mess #what the fuck is this shit who the fukc knows #i hope i did this justice anon #ficlet #not even fic #self indulgent writing say booyyaaaaa #anyways i love edibles idk if yall can tell #i love booze too so yaa

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