#which is crazy given how its the sparkly rock show for kids

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Honestly shoutout to Steven Universe for the representation of malachite and abusive relationships because it holds up really well and is still like one of the only abuse narratives I’ve seen that portrays how like. Abusive relationships aren’t as simple as “evil abusive person was constantly Mean and Bad to nice victim” like. Lapis is a realistic victim. She refused to leave the relationship because she longed to have connection with someone and she liked feeling as though she could have control for once, even though she really didn’t. She wasn’t nice and innocent, she felt anger and resentment and liked taking it out on Jasper. And despite how horrible it was, she deeply misses Jasper because it was the longest and deepest relationship she’s ever had with anyone and she didn’t know how to function without it

But Lapis is still a victim and we’re meant to care for her and understand where she comes from. She chose to stay with Jasper to keep others safe from her harm, and because she thought she herself deserved the abuse as a way of making up for everything bad she’s done. Jasper reminds Lapis over and over that she is a monster and that’s why they should be together, because Jasper is the only one who understands her. And when Lapis finally rejects their relationship, she mostly states it through what she herself felt and has done, saying that she didn’t like the person she became in that relationship and she never wants to feel like that ever again. It’s messy and complicated, just like how actual abuse is

Anyways yeah talk about a very good abuse narrative thanks steven universe

#steven universe #tw abuse #yeah im rewatching the show and im re remembering that im a lapis stan #the people who hated her were just really mad that she wasnt a perfect victim and its like yeah duh thats the point #shes been through a lot of trauma and does whatever she can to survive and sometimes its fucked up #but after all that she still deserves to be safe and to be loved and to be free because shes a person whos trying to better herself and heal #also its fucked that su is probably like one of the only things ive watched that portrays imperfect victims so well #which is crazy given how its the sparkly rock show for kids

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Here's a nysara prompt, if you're still taking them... 5 times they get walked in on

This got really long, but SO MUCH fun. Thanks, anon!

Five times they get walked in on,or, The Challenges of Maintaining an Active Sex Life While Raising TinyAssassins

1.

It’sbeen a matter of weeks since they settled in here, on this hidden island.

(“Great,” Sara had said on one oftheir first nights here, “Another freaking island.” And Nyssa had simply smilesoftly and said that she would scour the beach for pretty blonde castaways.Sara loves it when she makes jokes.)

They have been struggling to set upa routine amidst the chaos of establishing a whole household. What with a brandnew baby sleeping in their room (when he does sleep), they’ve been strugglingto do a few other things, too.

Even with the crazy sleep schedule,the total mindfuck of taking on the responsibility of a child, and thestress of making a new home, Sara has somehow found the time to be incrediblyhorny. She’d be ashamed that she couldn’t make it a month if she… weren’tso busy being horny.

It doesn’t help that they have stillbeen together often, still sleep every night side by side, and Nyssa does thisthing, in her sleep, that - Anyway.

They just haven’t been awake andalone at the same time, long enough to… relieve the tension.

That’s why, when the opportunitypresents itself in Nyssa’s study, just the two of them and that big, empty,inviting desk, Sara pounces on it.

Literally.

“Habibti,” Nyssa chuckles, lowly,throatily. It hums through Sara. “We have-“

“Time, for once,” Sara says, pushingforward, until Nyssa’s feet have left the ground, the desk bearing her fullweight. She turns her attention to Nyssa’s neck, feather-light kisses, whileher hand finds its way down the front of Nyssa’s pants. “Let’s not blow it. Or,I mean-“

“Sara,” Nyssa groans, melting intoher. “Pl-“

The all too familiar wail at leastgives them a little warning before Umm Saleem and Damian barge into the study.That gives Sara just enough time to get her hand out of Nyssa’s pants.

“Ah, apologies,” Umm Saleem says,but she doesn’t sound very sorry to Sara’s ears. “You asked me to-“

Sara doesn’t hear the rest over theblood still pounding in her ears, increased by the flush still spreading overNyssa’s cheeks, neck, and chest. Sara blows out a frustrated breath, but beforeshe can compose herself enough to rejoin the conversation, she finds Nyssa’slips on hers.

“I bought us half an hour,” shesays, then, hauling Sara back towards her.

Sara grins wolfishly.

“Well, that’s a start.”

 2.

Sin should be used to it, really sheshould, but goddammit, she’s done it again. She slams a hand over hereyes and then spins away so that baby Damian isn’t subjected to the sight. Notthat the sleeping fifteen-month-old can, y’know, see, but still. Just in caseSin’s startled, strangled cry has woken him.

“This is my house now, y’know,” Sincroaks.

Thankfully, Nyssa seems to havegotten over her strong desire to murder Sin in the moment of coitusinterruptus, so Sin is still alive.

“Yeah,but right now it’s our bathroom,” Sara calls cheekily, unfazed.

“Ugh,” Sin groans, back stillturned.

“Is everything alright with Damian?”

Nyssa asks.

“Yep, no, definitely. You know,diapers are not really my thing, but given the alternative, yep, gonna just doit myself,” Sin rambles.

“Everything you need is on thedresser,” Sara says, and Sin can just imagine the shit-eating grin on her face,but nope, nope, don’t wanna imagine that.

“This poor, poor child,” Sin lamentsas she flees, picking up diapers and wipes as she should have all along.

“He’s fine!” Sara yells after her.

“I am so sorry your moms are likethis,” Sin tells Damian, who still dozes, drowsily, on her shoulder. “I thinkI’m gonna invest in a bell for you.”

3.

It’s a particularly beautiful day onParadise Island. The sun is bright, the breeze refreshing, the water extrasparkly.

Sar’ab has been given the task oftaking six-year-old Damian up a nearby rocky hill for the afternoon.

Sar’ab was the first assassinallowed to take Damian alone: a father in another life, his loyalty beyondquestion. And while, in those first couple years, parting from Damian, even foran afternoon, had been difficult, it is now a welcome reprieve. Damian is safeand well-cared for, his mind and his body being well-exercised.

Taer al-Asfer is sunbathing on theirveranda.

Her sunglasses are comically large,the sun runs amok in her golden hair, and her freckles seem to have thrown aparty to greet the light. When she notices Nyssa in the doorway, she lowers herglasses slightly and grins in a way that sends a shudder through Nyssa.

“There you are.”

Nyssa loves Paradise Island, and sheloves the days that the sun and surf are Sara’s allies.

(Those days are so many, now. Sarahas told her of her detente with the ocean. But she still taught Damian to swimas early as humanly possible. Drowning is still the only thing that scares her,even though Nyssa frequently reminds her that the ocean tried to swallow her twiceand was thoroughly unsuccessful.)

“Here I am,” Nyssa replies.

Sara’s grin grows.

“Care to join me?”

Nyssa slips in beside her on thelounge chair: built for one but frequently accommodating two (or three… humansand a dog). She relishes the contact of Sara’s warm skin at her belly andshoulders and feet, which remain exposed in her training clothes. Sarastretches languidly against her.

“I was worried you wouldn’t makeit.”

“When you summon me, habibti, Icome.”

“That is the idea.”

“Sara…”

Nyssa feigns annoyance, pretendsdisapproval, but the buzzing that started when Fatima delivered the message hasbeen building towards a fever pitch. It crescendos as Sara touches her lips tothe pulse point on Nyssa’s neck, and then all is blissfully silent: no gulls,no waves, no bustle of life in the villa. The sense of hearing completelysacrificed, in favor of sight (Sara’s eyes, half-lidded, drinking her in), ofsmell (Sara always smells of citrus, this time with sunscreen for goodmeasure), and of touch - Nyssa’s hand burying in sun-warmed hair, Sara’s softlips pressing against hers, Sara’s fingers at the knot of Nyssa’s pants, athrill tingling up her spin.

Until…

Thwack.

Sounds come rushing back, and asecond clunk is closely followed by a “Nice shot, Faris!” from down on thebeach.

Nyssa growls and stands abruptly, nowvisible to the offenders below. Sar’ab has the decency to look sheepish.Damian, a third rock in hand, smiles broadly and waves.

“Hi, Khala!”

Sara laughs.

“He’s getting an extra round ofsparring tonight,” Nyssa murmurs to Sara, who is taking her sweet time gettingup. “Scratch that. They are both getting an extra round tonight.”

“Or,” Sara says lowly, waving toDamian as the boy jumps for her attention. “You could end at the usual time,send them off for a Japanese calligraphy lesson, and meet me back here to pickup where we left off.”

“Your plan is better.”

“They usually are.”

This eye roll is real.

 4.

Azra is preternaturally brilliant,and that is definitely a challenge to parent. However, Sara will take that anyday over Soraya and her never-ending, supernova energy. She’s never met anotherthree-year-old who literally hangs from the rafters. (And why does thisvilla have so many rafters?) She’s never met another three-year-old whorequires an entire cadre of elite assassins to corral and amuse her and thenmanages to exhaust them all.

Soraya spent all day creating havocin the villa, and it still took Nyssa and Sara, together, over an hour to coaxher into sleep.

Thankfully, it seems to be one ofthose nights where Rocket has chosen to sleep with one of the children (Damian,tonight), so they don’t even need to worry about attempting to distract her sothat they may relax together after a stressful day.

“How could she stay awake so long?”Sara marvels as Nyssa applies her strong hands to knots in her back. “Shedidn’t even take a real nap.”

“If falling asleep on the awningoutside the kitchen does not count as a nap, then Soraya no longer naps,” Nyssacounters.

Sara begins to agree but that isburied in a grateful moan as Nyssa finds a tender spot.

“Was having one just way easier orwas D a weirdly good kid?” Sara asks, burying her face in the pillow.

“I suspect a little of both. Though,we could also be remembering only the good things. Damian had his moments ofterror.”

“Soraya has moments of peace,” Saracomplains, though it is muffled by the pillow.

“She will calm as her trainingincreases. League discipline will channel her energy into more productivepursuits.”

“Or at least I’ll have someone inthe family that hates meditation as much as I do,” Sara quips.

“Yes, you and Soraya do havevery much in common,” Nyssa teases.

“I think I’m supposed to be offendedbut your hands are doing the thing,” Sara whimpers.

“This ‘thing’?” Nyssa asks softly,fingers trailing up the inside of her thighs.

Sara hisses and flips over, pullinga grinning Nyssa down on top of her.

“You’re the worst,” Sara lies.

“You love me.”

“Mhmm,” Sara agrees, reaching up tokiss her.

Things are really starting to getinteresting when…

Click. Click. Click.

Shake.

Leap.

Sara buries her head in the crook ofNyssa’s neck and groans:

“Did you close the door all theway?”

“I thought so, but I would not putit past Sarookh to know how to open it.”

Sara flops back dramatically, andRocket starts to lick her face excessively. Sara throws a hand over her eyes.

“I thought you were with your boy,”Sara complains.

“You are still her favorite,habibti,” Nyssa says, producing one of Rocket’s favorite bones from the bedsidetable, showing it to the dog, and hen tossing it over the side of the bed.Rocket follows. “We have that in common.”

Sara grins and peeks through herfingers:

“C’mere.”

 5.

Sara feels bad.

It isn’t really the kids’fault.

That totally empty training room,after a very sweaty, invigorating, sparring session, just the two of them, hadbeen just too tempting. But they should have let it stop at some teasing makeouts, a few roaming hands.

The mats were so inviting, though.

At least they kept most of theirclothes on. Otherwise, they might have had to bring in some serious therapy forfifteen-year-old Damian. (Seven-year-old Soraya and ever clinical Azra arepretty indifferent.)

So yeah, it really isn’t thekids’ fault.

Nyssa makesthem run laps around the villa anyway.

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fin

#nyssara #nysara #nyssa al ghul #sara lance #rocket lance #exile #damian (lance) al ghul #soraya (lance) al ghul #azra (lance) al ghul