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from my fic for @1dalphalouisfest

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"But then suddenly Louis stops and doesn't follow anymore. Zayn hears when they lose his steps behind them.

He smoothly passes Harry to Niall and turns back to look at Louis.

"What wrong?"

His eyes go over Louis, looking for any signs of physical hurt. He doesn't find any and focuses back on listening to their surroundings. There're just birds and wind, and no other steps behind them.

"Louis, what's wrong?"

Louis just shakes his head, he doesn't even looks up.

"You should go. Take Harry and hide him. Get the fuck away from here."

Zayn doesn't believe the words he's hearing. Louis for sure doesn't mean what Zayn thinks he do. Not after everything that just happened, what they have went through.

"What the fuck are you saying?"

"They not gonna focus on Harry if i'll be here."

Zayn laughs, sharp and bitterly. They're all tired, all high on adrenaline and all they tried to do for the last twenty-four hours was to find a way out of here, and now Louis wants to stay back?

"You lost your mind if you think I'll ever leave you here alone."

Finally Louis looks back at him. He's eyes round and big and pleading.

"Zayn," he tries, like he's trying to make him understand whatever fucked up reason he came up with to justify that idea, like he's trying to say 'you know that's the only way.' All Zayn knows that this is the only way they cannot take.

"Don't Zayn me, now. I've seen what they did to you," he tries to keep his composure, but he finches anyway remembering what they have went through before. Memories of pain flash in Louis mind, and he can see them mirrored in Zayn's eyes. Broken ribs and nose, mouth full of blood. He couldn't breath. It was Zayn who get him out, who dragged him half conscious through the woods for hours before they could find any help. "I'll be damed if I ever allow that again. You're coming with us."

Zayn gaze is hard and unyielding. Louis knows physical violence isn't Zayn's way of doing things, not unless there are other options, but right now he looks like he's ready to knock Louis up and drag his ass forcefully with them if he doesn't stop being stubborn and stupid.

"Get your ass on the truck, Tommo." Liam chips in. "Don't make me throw you over my shoulder."

Louis doesn't know how much Liam knows, how much Zayn have told him. But looking into his eyes, his always happy, brown, sparkling, puppy eyes, so dimmed and sad now, he thinks that Liam knows enough.

"You don't understand," Louis tries again. "I'm not playing martyr, I wouldn't. I'm trying to do this for Harry. To protect him."

"Only thing you need to do right now is to be with him. You can't protect him being away, not now. He needs you."

"But he's never gonna be-"

"Stop fighting with him, for fuck sake."

New voice joining the conversation startle both Louis and Zayn almost shirtless.

"Oli," Louis sighs relieved seeing his old friend, but then whimpers phateticaly when Oli smacks him in the head. "Ow, what was that for?"

"For being stupid, that's what for. Zayn's fucking right and you know that. Don't let your guilt cloud you judgment."

Grateful nod from Zayn is as loud applause as Oli can get. They never really got on well. Always silently fighting for place beside Louis.

"You have to go, all of you," Oli continues. "Troy's gonna flip out when he finds out. It's not safe for any of you to stay behind. I'll try to buy you some time." (...)

"Go to the elder. She'll help you."

Oli nods sharp, quick.

"Don't worry about me, I know my way around. But you - you be safe."

Louis take a few steps back, pulls Oli in tight hug.

"Thank you."

Oli holds him back, but only for second.

"Go, go. And don't look back. Never look back."

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Waffles (Avalance)

note: just a short little tidbit. an idea in my head after i, myself, cooked breakfast this morning. enjoy!

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Sara couldn’t remember the last time that she felt this safe. It had to have been the morning before she got onto the Gambit. She woke up feeling warm with no lingering inklings of dread or doom. There were no nightmares and she rolled over to wrap her arm around the waist of the woman who made it possible.

Only to find that part of the bed empty.

“Ava?” called out Sara, looking around the bedroom of Ava’s apartment.

Their apartment.

Sara pulled back the covers, shivering as the cooler air hit her bare skin. She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her fingers itched for the blade she normally kept under her pillow due to worrying why it was so quiet and Ava wasn’t there. Ava had made it a rule to not keep knives in the bed, though, so Sara had to instead reach stealthily into the nightstand drawer. She felt more secure with the blade in her grip. She stood from the bed, silently walking to the doorway.

She relaxed when the scent of bacon and the sound of busywork in the kitchen hit her after opening the door. Feeling silly she put the knife back and instead reached for her robe still on the floor. After tightening the belt and running her fingers through her tangled hair she padded down the hall toward the stairs.

“Smells good,” she called as she walked down the steps.

“Not sure how hungry you’d be. Waffles?” asked Ava. She was dressed for the day already in her suit. Sara had to wonder what time she’d woken up to already be showered, dressed, and making breakfast.

And how the hell hadn’t she woken up?!

A small part of her worried that she was too relaxed. That she was growing soft. That anyone could’ve come in and attacked her. That she needed to put her walls back up and be more on edge.

She promptly told that part of herself to shut the hell up.

“Yes, please,” said Sara, bouncing slightly on the stool in a childlike manner. She made grabby hands as Ava offered her a cup of coffee. She took a long sip and internally sighed. She could really get used to this. And she voiced her opinion out loud. “I could get used to this. You making me breakfast in the morning.”

“Yes, well, if I’m cooking then you’re cleaning,” said Ava with a smirk that had Sara pouting. Sara never liked doing kitchen duty. Even on the Waverider she did her best to skirt around her duties, opting instead to just replicate clean dishes and toss the old and used ones down the trash chute. 

She had a feeling Ava wouldn’t let that slide here.

“These better be some damn good waffles.”

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Harry and Zayn - talking about Louis

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Avalance—Western AU—“Tell me again why you’re naked.”

“This isn’t funny, Sara!”

Sara Lance fought the urge to laugh as the woman she considered her wife waded out of the pond behind their home. She was buck naked, head-to-toe, and had lily-pads and flecks of grass sticking to her ivory skin. She had some algae that skimmed the top of the pond in her hair as well as some mud caking areas like her feet and cheeks. Getting a closer look at her had Sara finally fighting the urge and holding her belly as she started laughing. She’d heard the splashing and the shouts upon arriving at their home. Had worried Ava had been in trouble. Now when she saw the woman she loved in this situation instead of danger... All she could really do was laugh.

“Sara!”

Ava nearly stomped a foot. But only nearly because she wasn’t a child. Her embarrassment filled her cheeks and had her blushing from them, down her neck, and to her breasts. Sara would have been turned on in any other circumstance but in this one she could only laugh. 

“What happened?” asked Sara, finally managing to form words, wiping at her eyes with her hands which were in soft, leather gloves. 

“I was worried about Gary!”

“Gary?” Sara turned to see one of their many chickens pecking in the grass for bugs to eat. “What about Gary?”

“He was in the pond. I thought he was going to drown. I know chickens can’t swim! So I went out to save him!”

“Oh, Ava...” Sara, feeling pity, went forward to shrug off her duster and place it over the naked form of her now shivering lover. “You’re right. They can’t swim.”

“Well he managed to float his way out!”

“They can do that. Sometimes. Not all the time.” Sara looked down at Ava, not buttoning her coat, but instead using it to pull her closer. The wet skin of her pressed into Sara’s fully clothed body. Making the material of her shirt and pants slightly damp. “Tell me again why you’re naked?”

“I was going to take a bath when I looked out the window and saw Gary.”

Sara fought it. She really did. She bit her tongue. The inside of her cheek. Her eyes watered with the effort. But a laugh burst out of her anyway. 

“Oh... You sure did take a bath! But it looks like you missed a few spots!”

“Sara!”

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Avalance—Canon-Verse—“I’m glad you’re here.”

note: so i didn’t intend for this to be angsty... and yet, here we are...

Sara was nervous. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever been nervous. She’s faced too many enemies to count. She’s gone up against death and won. More than once. She’s laughed in the face of a demon. 

But this? This was terrifying. 

She felt the air shift behind her and she turned to see Ava standing in her usual suit. The window she has stepped through closed and soon it was just Sara and Ava standing on the bridge of the Waverider. She’d sent the others out to enjoy their last night in Aruba before they got back to work. Constantine had given them one last day to prepare before their battles ahead. When it came to preparations, the Legends didn’t need much. Mostly just a good dose of booze and a bar fight or two. Sara trusted Mick to handle that.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Your message sounded urgent.”

“It is,” agreed Sara with a nod. “Constantine came for a visit.”

“What did he want?” asked Ava, her dislike of him palpable. 

“He was warning us of other threats that came through along with Mallus.”

“Anything I should be worried about?” asked Ava, snapping into the role of Director.

“I’ll keep you posted,” said Sara. “Same as always.”

“Was there something else you wanted to talk about?” asked Ava, now fidgeting. She put her hands behind her back and stood a little straighter. Sara was amused and pursed her lips while looking Ava over. She was so damn prim and proper. Sara wanted to muss her up a little bit. So she stepped closer. Ava cleared her throat. “Sara...”

“Ava,” countered Sara. 

“I’m still unsure what we are,” she said warily. 

“I thought we weren’t going to do labels?” asked Sara, reaching out to run her hand down Ava’s arm.

“Yes, but...” Ava stepped back. “I cannot open myself up like that again, I-”

“I love you, Ava, that hasn’t changed,” said Sara honestly. “I don’t love easily. I’ve truly loved two other people in my life.” Sara smiled. “You know what they say. Third time is the charm!”

“How do you always manage to joke in a serious situation?” chastised Ava.

“It’s a talent,” said Sara with a flourish. 

“I’ve never loved someone before.” Ava laughed. “Not truly anyway. Since I’m a clone and all.”

“You’re more than that.”

“So you keep saying,” muttered Ava, shaking her head. “Sara... I love you, too. I want to be with you. I just... Need more time to figure out who I am. What I am.”

“Can’t we just...” Sara reached up with both hands, placing them on Ava’s hips. “Forget everything that’s happened and have a night of fun together?”

“Sara...”

“Ava, I want you,” murmured Sara, stepping closer. Ava let her into her space. Soon they were almost fully pressed together and it took everything within Ava to keep her walls up. She clenched her hands together, her fingertips itching to get a touch of Sara. “Tonight. Tomorrow night. Every night.”

“God I want that more than anything,” murmured Ava. 

“Then let’s do it.”

“I can’t. Not... Not yet,” said Ava, regret laced in her words. 

Sara was hurt. She let Ava go and stepped back. Her arms crossed over her chest and she bit her bottom lip before nodding. 

“So we’re back to where we started, then?” said Sara. There was a slight edge in her voice. One that hadn’t been there before. 

“Sara-”

“No, Ava,” said Sara, putting her hand up. “I had this idea that we could just get back to where we were before. I thought when we defeated Mallus that we were back on track. But I was obviously wrong.”

“I just need time. I’m sorry.”

“Well... Lucky for you...” Sara turned away, not able to look at Ava. It just hurt too much. “I have all the time in the world...”

Ava didn’t say anything else. It took everything in her to turn away and go back to her office. When the window closed, and Sara was alone again, it was then and only then that she let the tears fall.

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Avalance—Crossover[Wildcard]—”I followed the instructions on the box!”

note: so this is super late. thanks for your understanding @iamthecaptainofmanyships! as i told them I suffered from a pinched nerve in my neck and had to limit my time on desktop while recovering. it’s gotten better. still a bitch when I sneeze or have to lift something. I decided today was an OK day to sit down here and type this out before going back to mobile… hope you like!

Sara couldn’t believe it. She was fighting the undead. Constantine had warned her and her team that they’d opened up a door to something larger. Something more sinister. Demons, vampires… They were all real. And it was taking everything within her team to hold them back and fight. Basic hand-to-hand combat was essential. Sara didn’t have to worry about Ava or Mick when it came to that. Ray and Zari were getting better, with practice. Nate still struggled, but at least he was made of steel and could use his strength to get out of most situations. Wally used his speed to dust twenty vampires to Sara’s one. Which she was more than fine with. 

“Watch your six!” shouted a female behind her. Sara whirled around and staked the vampire who had thought she’d be to distracted too notice. Sara met the eyes of a woman with long, curly brown hair and even darker eyes. “You good?”

“I’m good.”

“Awesome,” said the girl, giving her stake a twirl before moving to help Ray out. 

They had traveled to Earth-31 where Constantine had said was the host of the most demonic activity. Of all the worlds it was the only one to have something called a hellmouth. Multiple ones even. That was, until, the summoning of Mallus reverberated through time and and space to create one on Earth-1. It was threatening to open and kill them all. Constantine had used his magic to find the Slayers, badass women who fought against things like this as if it were no big deal. A group had come over to help them, led by one of the originally called: Faith. Sara had been given the breakdown of the history of the Slayers by a man named Giles who had nearly put her to sleep. Instead, Faith and Buffy had taken over to give them the details. Buffy had worked out a group to come and fight with them. Not all, because apparently they had an apocalypse to deal with every Tuesday. 

“Spirits of life, I invoke thee. Let the gloom of darkness part before you. Let the moonlight be made pale by your presence. Spirits of light, grant my wishes!”

Sara shielded her eyes as a witch named Willow cast a spell that looked to produce a light as bright as the sun. Many vampires screamed and disintegrated. The demons weren’t affected and instead did their best to target her. With no luck since she was protected by Slayers and Zari, who had taken a liking to the petite witch. 

Sara was certain the feeling was mutual. 

“Close ranks!” shouted Faith, blood now smattering the front of her shirt. Not her blood, no. This blood was blue and from one of the many demons that lay dead. “Don’t let any of them pass! They can’t expand to this Earth!”

“How are you doing?” asked Ava, who had chosen that time to step back-to-back with Sara. Despite the battle, the woman still had everything in place from her pressed suit to her pinned up hair.

“Just warming up,” said Sara with a grin, looking over her shoulder to her girlfriend. “You?”

“It’s going to take a lot more than this to get me winded,” said Ava with a grin.

“I seem to remember you getting pretty winded last night,” said Sara smugly.

“That’s different!”

Sara laughed before launching forward toward the next wave. It took some time, but soon everything that was evil was dead and dusted. The team of Slayers and Time Travelers shouted their glee for their victory. While the Slayers looked ready to fight some more, the others were doing their best to get their breath back. Willow didn’t waste time in starting the spell that would close the one and only hellmouth on Earth-1 for good. Of course, Constantine was keeping watch of her, making sure no mistakes were being made. 

“You’re sure this will work, Love?”

“Of course. I followed the directions on the box!”

At his baffled look Faith busted out laughing and patted the man on his shoulder. “Relax, Bro, she’s just kidding. Don’t worry, she’s got this. Slayers! Fall back. We all know what happens when you close a hellmouth.”

“Wait, what happens?” asked Ray, making Faith look at him.

“Watch and find out,” she said with a wink. 

The two different groups went back to the Waverider. Willow stayed behind to finish her spell. Faith didn’t seem too worried about it. Said it was normal. When Gideon announced at an earthquake was happening the Legends grew worried despite Faith assuring them that everything was five-by-five. When the white flash of light hit the area Willow had been at last, Sara almost ordered Gideon to rescue her. That was, until, as a large crater was formed a small ball of white light rose. It was Willow. Actually flying. Looking tired but victorious through the viewing window of the bridge. 

“See?” said Faith, hand on her hip and a shit-eating grin on her face. “Told you she had it.”

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“Well, that was different,” said Ava, hours later. The Slayers were back on their world. John had offered his card to call upon them all if they ever needed help. Faith had taken it, tucking it into the back pocket of her jeans with a wink. Sara knew trouble when she saw it, and Faith was a whole lot of trouble. Had she been single, though, she might have liked a little bit of trouble. However, Sara was quite happy where she was now, with her girlfriend Ava.

“But fun.”

“Pretty sure Zari was tempted to go with them,” said Ava.

“Oh, yeah, for sure.” Sara peeled off her ruined clothes and tossed them in the bin to be incinerated later. “Pretty sure Mick would’ve licked Faith’s boots if she’d asked him to. Or Ray…”

“Or you?” asked Ava with a raised brow. She then gave a soft laugh. “It’s okay, Sara, she was quite attractive.”

“Hmm… She was, wasn’t she…”

“Anyway,” said Ava, pulling off her own ruined clothes. “I think we should keep monitoring the situation. Hope that another hellmouth doesn’t open here. Willow said that since one was opened, that could lead a pathway to more. Especially since we’re still fighting things here. They could just as easily summon another one up.”

Sara did her best not to worry, especially since she now had her girlfriend naked in her room, but she couldn’t help it. First Mallus and now this. What other mystical and supernatural creatures could be lurking in the shadows waiting to come out and bite them in the ass?

“Hey,” said Ava, reaching up to press her finger between her furrowed brows. “Stop worrying.”

“You know I can’t.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ava sighed. “Me, too.”

“How about we go shower then work out a plan for next time? Maybe research a little on those defensive spells Willow left us?”

“But, Constantine warned us all about amateurs like us using those spells…”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t peek at them,” said Sara with a mischievous look on her face. She then stepped forward, pressing up against Ava, warm skin against warm skin as she wrapped her arms around her. “What do you say?”

“I say…” Ava make a disgusted look and stepped back when feeling something sticky on Sara’s back. “We go shower first and then discuss this when we don’t have bodily fluids and ashes on us.”

“Good plan.”

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