Stargate: Atlantis; Evan Lorne
Word Count: 1013
(T)W: Being lifted against your will.
Request: Yes. “I was wondering if you could do an Major Lorne imagine or Fanfic. Set in Atlantis but can have a cameo of SG1 💁🏼♀️
Where reader/Yn is an archeologist (like Jackson) has a PHD and they meet one day and it’s a hint of what could be, head strong like carter.
Enjoys making fun of flyboys, is kinda a “hot girl” if you will 🤦🏼♀️ (trying a different than the shy “nerdy” girl) could of joined the Airforce but has too strong of a memory of what Generals can be like. (Has family ties to the airforce!
Oh she totally likes to “bullies” McKay, he actually respects her (secretly) because she can stand up for herself and show off her knowledge.
She might have a dark past?? Unsure
Have fun! Thanks for looks at my request 🙋🏼♀️” @stargurl-battleship
A/N: I am so, incredibly sorry this has take so long! Some of your request I'm kind of working into an SGA long shot and to prevent myself from (accidentally) reusing lines, I wasn't able to cover everything in the request, and I'm so sorry about that! I hope this is close to what you were looking for!
Being part of the Stargate programme was one of the best things that could have happened to you. Never once in all your years of studying, did you think you would ever get to use your degree to the extent which you currently were. Seeing the different races and cultures that participated towards the evolution of your own made your other hopes for your degree usage pale in comparison. You hadn’t realised that the stargate programme would be made up of mainly military personnel and was even more shocked to discover that most of them were Airforce and the few scientists that were in the team tended to be civilian contractors, with Major Samantha Carter seeming to be the exception to the rule. You studied under Dr Daniel Jackson for the first year or so of your career with the Stargate programme, you learned the dialects, the common and uncommon hieroglyphs, the correct pronunciation of words from Dr Jackson and Teal’c.
Eventually you joined a different SG team and would travel with a Major Evan Lorne and his team once Dr Jackson had deemed you ‘well versed’ enough to go solo. You and Lorne both got along well enough and had a similar bond to O’Neil and Jackson. You would call out Lorne for his ‘military tactics’ and he would call you out on your ‘naïve and protocol breaking ways’. When you were both made aware that you would be joining the Atlantis programme and travelling off world for an extended period of time, you made sure to grab any PDF’s you could on the language and dialects of the ancients and attempted to pack as lightly as you could. When Lorne came by your office to check in on your progress, he was highly amused and alarmed at the books piled high, the scattering of objects and the general untidiness of your normally pristine workspace. He had the greatest smirk on his face when you randomly popped your head out looking extremely disheveled, and making Lorne catch his breath without realising it.
“No, no, no, it can’t be time to leave already! I haven’t finished packing yet!” You panicked more, bouncing between different piles of books and artefacts. Lorne became more amused and continued to watch you from the doorway.
“Came on nerd, let’s go through this together, you still have a couple of hours until we actually have to leave, yet.” He put his rucksack down by the doorway and made his way into the office.
After a lot of debate and a few arguments of what’s logical to take and what’s essential to take, you and Lorne had finally managed to get a) your bag packed and b) drastically reduce the amount of bags you were trying to take through the gate with you. You both made it to the gate room just as the dialling sequence was finishing, much to Lorne’s annoyance, and bid your farewell to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.
When you both arrived at the Atlantis site, it was breathtaking. You spent your first few days exploring the city, or what was open and accessible of it. You met Sheppard and his team. You found Tayla and Ronin friendly enough and learning of their cultures was fascinating. McKay was arrogant, selfish and definitely someone you made a mental note to avoid in the future. You were capable of keeping pace with McKay, but wasn’t up for the constant debate that you felt was sure to follow with being in a close proximity to him. You heard from Tayla that McKay appeared to enjoy your company and the intellectual sparring. You mentally gagged at the thought. When you were sent on your first mission with Lorne and Sheppard’s team you were excited, you made sure to keep at least 2 people between yourself and McKay and stuck close with Lorne.
When you were translating something, lost in thought and focussing on the writing and translation, Lorne would make sure that you remembered to hydrate and eat (even if it was just a snack) and when he was doing a perimeter check he would ensure that someone else from your team would take over the role of ensuring you ate and drank.
Once the survey of the planet was completed, you had packed up your equipment and was trying to grab some last pictures to study when you returned to Atlantis. Lorne made sure to watch your 6 and gently hurry you along. After about 5 minutes the patience ended and while you continued to ignore his pleas to head back to the gate, Lorne eventually huffed and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder and hauling ass back to the gate. Your protests being greatly ignored. Sheppard looked incredibly amused at the sight before him, Lorne attempting to run with your legs randomly kicking in protest and your faint voice calling for 5 more minutes to go back as you had missed a few columns for researching. Tayla completed the dialling sequence as you made it to the gate and Lorne refused to put you down until you were all through the gate. You huffed and squirreled yourself away in the research lab, using the Ancients data base to try and help translate faded parts of the text.
Lorne would periodically pop in or send Doctor Beckett in with nutrients and hydration, but you were so lost in thought (and truthfully still annoyed at Lorne) that half the time your forgot to eat the ever-growing snack/fruit basket which was accumulating on your desk. On Lorne’s 8th check-in he threatened to carry you to med bay for nutrition if you didn’t sit and eat soon. “Y’know I’m tired of you airforce boys trying to threaten me with med bay.” Lorne tried to hold back a smirk and stopped himself from bringing up the fact that you should be used to it growing up with ‘flyboys’.
The light smirk you attempted to push down when speaking with Lorne stole his breath. His checking in on you, made your heart skip.
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Headcanons for being multi-lingual and frequenting Caritas:
Request: Hello! It's me! The biggest Lorne fan! Can I have some head cannons for when Lorne falls in love with a singer (or a frequent member of caritas, your choice) who sings a lot of japanese and korean songs. They can speak English they just sing mostly in those languages. Love your work so much ❤❤❤
Requested by: @Fandom-writing-for-everyone
A/N: Changed only slightly so that it is more languages than the two listed above. You either have a magic buffyverse skill for speaking multiple languages or you’re just plain talented. If you can speak multiple languages I am absolutely in awe of you.
(This has taken me so long to write I can’t seem to find your blog anymore to tag, sorry, love! Hope you still see this !!)
- You didn’t feel at home in many places
- But Caritas was one place that you did feel like you were always welcome
- You loved the atmosphere
- Everyone was always so friendly
- The host was
- You couldn’t pretend you didn’t want to get to know him a little more
- But you were incredibly intimidated
- despite how comfortable you were on stage
- You never really got stage fright
- But when it came to Lorne
- You were a little flustered
- He was so talented
- Lorne had been in awe of you from the moment he saw you
- What had once been an deep respect for your talent and the kindness you displayed to all those that you met
- Soon became something more
- Not only could you sing perfectly
- You could sing in almost any language
- You had a knack for learning languages through the songs that you loved
- You were singing in Korean tonight
- But Lorne had heard you sing in some incredibly rare demon languages with perfect pronunciation before
- He liked you but you had barely said two words to each other
- You sang, but had specifically requested that he didn’t read anything into you
- He respected this and honoured it, although he was definitely curious
- You spoke in his first language
- He faltered, taken aback
- He didn’t often like being reminded of where he came from
- But it was nice to speak freely with you in this way
- He had to admit if he wasn’t looking at you he would have thought you were a native speaker
- His eyes met yours before he dropped his eyes to the floor
- He never got like this
- He was usually one to enjoy attention, at least on the stage
- But he felt so vulnerable in front of you
- As if you could read his mind as easily as he could read the singers on stage
- Perhaps that’s why he suddenly asked
- “Duet with me, sweets?”
- You were delighted, joking that you thought he would never ask
- Rather than looking out at the crowd as you usually might
- You faced him for the entirety of the
- He was singing in English
- But you were singing in his language
- Tears were in his eyes
- To hear music sang and played in his own language
- A language where music had never existed for him growing up
- It was something incredibly special to him
- The crowd stood up, giving you both a standing ovation
- You hugged Lorne, thanking him
- You felt so honoured to sing with someone so talented
- You insisted you wanted to buy him a drink as a thank you
- He reminded you that this was his bar
- So all the drinks were free to him anyway
- But nonetheless you got him a Sea Breeze
- You spoke long into the night
- Mesmerized by the other
- You remember now, thinking back that this felt like the first night of the rest of your life
- No matter how much you had accomplished
- How much you had loved your life up until that point
- You knew something big was coming
- You knew happiness, pure and complete happiness, was on the horizon
I want to dedicate it to @prose-for-hire thank you for being awesome! I love your works!
Gif credit: can't find the source. if you are an op or you know who made it, tag them or dm me pls!
Imagine being a plus size and hiding your feelings from Lorne.
You refused to sing for him. Each time you manage to come up with an excuse or a reason (some were better than others). And he accepted it every time, brushed it off and let go of this topic for a while, pretending to forget all about it, but after some time asked you again.
Once, before you met Angel and the team, and fell in love with an alien (or so you thought) with powers of learning your deepest thoughts and feelings when you sing, you used to humm or sing quietly all the time. It was therapeutic for some reason, a harmless habit many possess.
But you had to make an effort to break this habit after you have realised that you fell in love with Lorne. And honestly how could you not? The Host was… as bright as the sun. His smile lightened up not only the room he was in, but people he was with as well. He always knew what to say, deeply cared about his friends and even about the customers. It was predictable, honestly.
You were so deep in your insecurities, the scene of your last disastrous confession played before your eyes every time you wanted to tell Lorne about your feelings. So you stay silent. In many ways, being afraid to even humm in the wrong way.
But you knew you couldn't control it forever, you loved music and it was rather unnatural for you to work in silence or not sing along to the radio. So one day your guard slipped up. You were searching your little library for the sigil that Cordelia saw in her visions, when you recognised your favorite song that came through the speakers of the radio.
And automatically, without a second thought, you quietly purred along. Naturally your thought returned to your beloved demon and your sweet conversation you’ve had this morning. He called you pretty today. It was not out of character for Lorne, he was always nice to you, and although you knew it meant nothing, you still found yourself imagining what it would be like if he meant it. You didn’t notice when you started to sing out loud.
And of course being so far away mentally you didn’t notice quiet footsteps and a soft gasp.
Request: How about Lorne (platonic or soft romantic or too many options?) and neutral or fem reader, reader is a writer, expressive when you've gotten to know them, who is noodling around trying to write a song to put in their story, and when hearing the plight, Lorne offers help? By singing and helping them smooth out the lyrics into something that can actually be sung, (don't need to be specific of course) with the reader supplying lyrics and tune a bit so Lorne gets the idea of what they're going for?
Requested by: Anon
A/N: Changed just a little from the request (you’ll hardly notice it, promise). If I could write lyrics for songs I would but I didn’t want it to fall flat so you’ll have to imagine the beautiful lyrics that Lorne writes for the reader. I really could have used him to help supply the lyrics for this fic lol
You were a writer. It had been a hobby but it had become such an intrinsic part of your life, of your identity. It was pretty much always on your mind now. Ideas plagued your mind night and day. You had to write them down immediately which meant you were often found making a mad dash to find a notebook and a pen.
You kept all of your thoughts inside, only waiting for the moment you could commit them to paper. This left you wondering through life in a kind of dream state, somewhere between your fantasies and reality. You were a romantic, preferring to write love stories into whatever genre you had been currently taken by.
It was hard to find times to write since you had met your friends. Your reality had quickly become something that you might have only created in the wildest corners of your imagination. You had met them all first when your apartment had a demon-problem. You had been one of the helpless that needed, well, helping.
Angel Investigations had uncovered a demon cult living in your building’s basement and you had stumbled into helping them, you were a fast reader and were good at picking out the important information from an online demon-search. After this, you kept running into them and after you lost your job (through no fault of your own, you had just been daydreaming a little more than actually… working) Angel offered you a researching role with the team.
This was when you met him. Lorne. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t the inspiration for most of the romantic notions that you committed to paper of late. You had all gone to Caritas and you had been taken by the way his skin shimmered emerald in the stage lighting. The way he held himself with such confidence. How he could change the atmosphere of even the coldest room with a single note.
You had become used to watching him from afar, he was so friendly towards you but he was the same way with almost anyone he met. It was something you liked about him, he was kind until given a reason otherwise. You got the impression that due to his confidence on stage, if he was attracted to you in any way he would have made it known.
So, rather than make your own little crush known, you decided to keep it hidden and pray that you were never asked to sing in front of him again. You threw yourself into your work, the researching that now took up so much of your time. And clawed every spare moment for your writing. You were focusing on finishing your novel. You were going to call it very loosely based on your brief time with Angel investigations, but there did happen to be a main love interest
And, of course, there needed to be a beautiful song that tied both the magic and the love story together. The only problem was that you didn’t know the first thing about writing lyrics to music. But you knew someone who did.
Gunn was someone you trusted completely. He was your best friend. You were opposites in some sense, but your friendship was incredibly strong. You told him most things, but he somehow (after being asked for the 100th time for him to read over a draft of your story) figured out something you had forgotten to mention.
He had read your novel so far and given you some pointers (mostly about more realistic fight scenes which was very much appreciated) and had noticed a big theme in your writing. The ‘main characters’ longing for the charismatic, musical love interest.
Gunn was leaning against the doorway of the room of the Hotel you often slipped away to so that you could write.
“I, uh, think I might ask Lorne for some help with those lyrics. For my story.” You were aiming for nonchalant but you weren’t able to make eye contact with him while you said it.
“It’s about time you made your move” Gunn chuckled at your attempt to be chill.
“I’m not making a move! I’m just asking for some… is it really that obvious?”
“Even Angel noticed, man” He shook his head at you, with a slight smile and clapped a hand against your shoulder, “You’re a good writer, but you ain’t that good”
“I am that good”
“That why you need someone to write lyrics for you?”
“I have some ideas, I just want to make sure they would fit to music. That’s all”
“Sure, go ahead. I’ll catch you later, there’s probably some demon Wes needs taking care of”
“Have fun!” You called and he gave you a look that said ‘you too’ with a raise of his eyebrows. You threw your pen at him and missed as he walked out the door.
“Can you believe this? We’ve only just opened and we’re already running out of Yak’s bile”
“Yum” You deadpanned and the sparkle in his eyes were back as he looked at you again. He forgot just how human you were sometimes.
You see, he wasn’t used to so much respect or attention from someone that looked like you. If any humans did stumble into the bar or he didn’t hide himself well enough on the street, they would stare or whisper harsh words. Never affording him eye contact and never seeing him as anything close to an equal.
He had a soft spot for you. A big one. He adored you but kept out of your way. He decided that he knew better than to expect you to reciprocate his feelings. And God, did he have feelings for you. He was in deep. His eyes always on you whenever you were in the room.
“What can I do for you today, sugar? I think we have enough left to make your usual”
“You know my usual?” You questioned as he started to make it for you.
“Well of course! Prescient over here, even if I didn’t I could see it coming” He gestured with the tumbler in his hand and lit up when he heard your laugh.
“Actually, could I ask a favour? The novel I’m writing, I could use some advice”
“Oo, the famous book! I’m honoured, sweetness”
You smiled softly, looking at the ground. He could make you smile no matter how you had been feeling before you were in his presence. You found yourself getting nervous. As if he would see straight through your feelings if you so much as breathed wrong. He was incredibly perceptive, something you loved about him. Love.
You tried to ignore the word, push down the feeling as you started to explain the issues you were having with trying to write the lyrics. You were muffled by the music that had started up, however. Someone started singing Barry Manilow and Lorne muttered something scathing about thinking he had destroyed all records of his discography on the premises. It was loud and the individual hadn’t yet hit a note.
He gestured for you to follow him, somewhere quieter. You sat across from him in his office, he closed the door behind you, shutting out a version of Mandy that was almost as bad as Angel’s. He always made you feel so comfortable. His presence, to be even sat before him made even the worst day turn into the best.
You spent an hour, maybe two, coming up with lyrics that fit with the feelings mentioned in the novel. But it felt like much less time. Every moment you spent with him felt sacred. When he started to sing the hook of the song you had written together, mostly under his instruction, you near-swooned.
You nodded along, reading the lyrics but not joining in. You were too wary that you might reveal too much. He walked around to your side of the table, leaning over you to read the lyrics you had made together. He inhaled slowly, you smelled so good to him. He just wished he could be seen as anything other than a monster.
As if you had read his mind, you turned towards him, he was so close you could almost feel his breath against your neck. It made you shiver with such anticipation, his eye caught yours. The look in his eye mirrored yours. You were dancing too close to the truth, the lyrics, those words, they echoed your real feelings. Your deep, unending adoration for this man.
“You’re beautiful, did you know that?” You asked slowly, fast becoming lost in his eyes. You reached for him softly, your thumb tracing his jawline. His eyes closed at the contact, a content sigh expelled from his lips. He had never felt this way before, so adored by someone that he had silently loved from the first moment he saw them.
“I love you” He whispered, the words barely audible. You worried you had misheard him but the vulnerable look in his eyes told you that you had heard correctly. You reached for him, pressing your lips against his. It was gentle, the tender movements as if each of you were scared you may wake yourself up from a beautiful dream. As his hands slid to cup the base of your skull, the kiss deepening. It was cosmic, every star had aligned. The powers paving the way to this life-altering moment.
You reached to clasp his hand with your free one, lacing your fingers together as you poured every unspoken feeling you had ever harboured towards him. Your love, your Lorne. How you had dreamed of this moment, how you had written with such fervour to try and capture even a fraction of the magic that you felt with his lips on yours.
You knew with certainty that your novel was going to have a happy ending, now that you could dare to hope for one too.
Request: Oh cool! Didn't even think about cheating the system haha. It wouldn't be fair to you. Then may i request fic or a hc (not sure? what'll fit better) where the reader is a slayer and mostly tough and cold like Faith, but the team discovers that she's the BIGGEST softie for Lorne? Like she can murder a hundred demons and don't even flinch, but if Lorne tells her "Hey pumpkin" she's a blushing stuttering mess? And the gang tease her for it. (with Lornexreader end if possible?) Thank you! ♥ LY
Requested by: Anon
(It is written out through bullet points/in the style of how I would usually do headcanons. Hope that’s okay, love, sorry for the wait 💜💜)
You were never really seen as meek
Or mild
And you certainly were never seen as one to blend into the crowd
You were headstrong, not afraid to state your opinion
(of which, there were many)
You were a highly skilled slayer, you excelled in anything demons, vampires or even watchers threw at you
You had a strong work ethic
And you were incredibly talented, what with all the slayer strength and training
A lethal combination
Vampires feared you, some demons wanted to be you
You were known wherever you went
More so than any other slayer that had come before you
That’s how Lorne heard you were in LA
What he hadn’t expected was that you would be having a drink in Caritas
You had cleared the room
Without so much as a glare in anyone’s direction
You were bad for business but he didn’t hold it against you
You were tough, here on business
You were meeting some vampire with a soul
(or a vampire with a very lame story made up to trap you)
You hadn’t looked up at the demon serving drinks, you had just muttered your order
Your eyes were too busy scanning the
“Hey pumpkin, order’s up” the voice said and as you looked up from where you were sat
To tell the demon not to call you that
Your voice dried up
Turning into a small squeak
He was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on
You opened your mouth a few times as if to speak but had to settle for nodding your thanks
And taking a sip to trying and draw up as much courage as you could
You didn’t know what had come over you
That had never happened before
And, were you feeling warm? Was it warm in here?
Oh god, you were blushing!
You didn’t have time to sort yourself out as the vampire you were there to meet sat down beside you
He appeared a little sad, but you weren’t really into asking people their feelings before you put a stake through their heart
Well, this had been the plan anyway
Angel needed your help to get rid of some ancient evil that wanted to flatten LA and make it into some living Hell-scape
Which obviously, neither of you wanted to happen
You began working together
It took a lot of strength and you lost people along the way but you managed to defeat the evil
You respected Angel, and the rest of the team and ended up getting close with them
You had been so used to working alone that you had forgotten how good it felt as part of a team
Especially when the team included a certain green demon that held your affection
It didn’t take long for the others to notice the way you changed when Lorne was in the room
Usually you were forthright, direct and happy to tell people what to do
But when he was in the room, your voice softened
You asked for the opinions of the others in the group, especially his
You even giggled when he spoke
something that would get any of them (vamp or human) a stake through their heart should they have picked you up on it
He always greeted you the same way
A simple “Hey pumpkin” that turned your insides to the consistency of pumpkin pie filling
You had thought he addressed everyone this way
But it turned out that you had caught his eye
From that very first moment
He had adored you for so long
But thought that someone like you would never look at him twice
Little did he know
You had never felt this way before
As though all of those movies and songs about love had some real meaning
As though there was someone perfect for you
But vulnerability wasn’t your strong suit and Lorne assumed you had no interest
And so you danced around each other
Until the team found it unbearable
They had been forever teasing you about it
How your words failed you and a heat rose in your face
(Every. Single. Time.)
You had ignored their teasing at first, then you had threatened them to stop or else
But they knew you couldn’t deny it. You were in deep
One late night you spent looking into a mountain of files to try and find someone that needed locating
The others were either away on a case or asleep in the far corner
It was only you and Lorne left awake
You couldn’t help but gaze over at him
You couldn’t stop smiling and you saw him match your expression
You both reached for the same file and your fingers brushed lightly
You felt this tingle down your spine, a spark of electricity passing between you both
But you pulled away, snatching your hand back as you became embarrassed
When you looked back up, you caught his pained expression
One that had been such a beautiful smile before
“Sweetness, if you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to. I can look through the rest in the time it takes to make a seabreeze”
You grinned at this as his gaze dropped to the rest of the files laid out in front of you.
You had to do it. It was now or never
You crawled towards him and cupped his cheeks in your hands
Before leaning in and pressing your lips to his
The kiss was perfect. You swore you could see fireworks
You both smiled into the kiss as he ran his hands through your hair
When you parted you were both, for once, lost for words
You were just looking into the others eyes with such adoration
“How about I’ll make us both a seabreeze and then maybe we can, uh, do that again?”
You whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips as he nodded vigorously
* - means I can write romance for this character
** - means I can write smut/nsfw things
General
Coming soon...
Angel *
Coming soon...
Cordelia Chase **
~Headcanons~
Being plus size and feeling insecure around Cordelia.
Lorne **
~Imagines~
Being a plus size and hiding your feelings from Lorne.
~Oneshots~
«'Til the last star dies» coming soon
You have fallen in love with Lorne, but you're so insecure you can't even sing in his presence, so he would never know you have feelings for him. But one can control themselves only for so long.
Prompt: “Sweetpea, you’re gonna have to help me with this” + reader that can speak multiple languages
A/N: Somedays... a little sentence can end up writing something for me. I know I have a lot of fics to be getting on with but this ask I received was so cute I had to write just a little tiny something !! Also big respect to people that can speak multiple languages !! 💖💖
He was always on the phone lately but you didn’t mind. It was his job and you wanted to support him the best you could. He always told you that you just sitting with him, in his office by his side meant a lot to him. To have company. To have that support you always offered in spades. He liked just being in your presence. Sometimes you would be absentmindedly reaching to hold his hand or massage his shoulders a little when he began to look a little tense.
You would often move all of your files and books that you had been tasked to translate into his office so you could work side-by-side. Angel had promised that you could have a shared office when he eventually found the space. This would save you from having to lug stacks of files over from your own office all of the time.
Lorne was speaking English, very slowly with a few broken sentences in another language that you couldn’t even identify from his accent. He looked at you, lost. The expression on his face was so sweet you became mesmerised by it rather than understand his meaning.
You just loved him so much, you always found yourself watching him. With adoring eyes. He had turned the phone away from his mouth so that he could ask you something, trying to get your attention.
“Sweetpea, you’re gonna have to help me on this one” He sang the words, although quietly so the caller couldn’t hear. His eyes on you with a little pout as he couldn’t decipher the words. Your face brightened in that way he so adored. You glowed at his phrasing, the way he turned to you easily for support. How he wasn’t embarrassed to ask for help.
In fact, he was becoming quite urgent in the need for your help now. He was concerned he had said something insulting based on the tone the caller was now taking. He pressed the button, turning speakerphone on. Allowing you to listen in. It was a demon-language. One that you knew well. You were fluent in many, it was important to you to understand and translate each carefully spoken word.
You laced your fingers with him as you listened and whispered the translation in real-time and introducing yourself for him. You replied easily as Lorne explained the statement he was trying to convey.
When the call was over he reached for you, looping an arm around your waist and pressing the softest kisses against your face. Cheek. Forehead. He was practically gushing with thanks. You sigh with happiness, you fit so well together.
Request: Hi! Sooo excited that requests are open! May i please request a plussize reader x Lorne fic? She's a newby in Angel team and has a very goofy and flirty personality, and like immediately hit it off with Lorne by saying smth silly like "green's is my favorite color" *wink-wink*. And it's goes on like this and it's kinda playfull jokes until months later Lorne hear her sing for the first time and like... realizeTM. Sorry if it's too specific, feel free to cut any part. Thank you anyway ♥ LY!
Requested by: @russianbutchcrushing
You were new. You hated introductions, they made you nervous. First impressions always counted and despite your natural gregarious personality. When you were younger, you were almost embarrassed to take up space, because you assumed your larger frame meant you were already taking up too much space already. But you had grown to become more confident. In yourself, in the fact that people would like you no matter what. Because you were so easy to get along with.
Angel had found you one evening, you had power. A kind of power that you weren’t sure what to do with. Until he had insisted he could help. You had heard of Wolfram and Hart and been nervous about them. You had heard bad things. But now he was in charge, he insisted you would be okay. That he wanted you as part of his team.
You had power to revive people. To heal them with your touch. You had never understood it and it had just grown since you were younger. But now you were going to be assisted. Given the tools to be able to do more good. To understand yourself and how you could help.
Angel had made introductions. They all appeared friendly and you nodded, smiling around the room. You spoke animatedly and they already started to become fond of you. You turned and Angel introduced a green demon. You intake a large amount of breath. You almost had to revive yourself as your heart began to beat irregularly. He was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.
“Lorne”
“Oh, hi! Y/n” You introduced yourself, “Green’s my favourite colour” You hinted with a smile, your hand still in his. Once you may have shied away from something like that. From being so overt. But you liked him, found him cute and you wanted to be upfront about it.
His eyes just widened and he nodded. Not sure how to take your words. He wasn’t used to people doing much other than stare or make some kind of rude comment. He looked at the ground and you let go of his hand.
You were instantly besotted by him. The feeling growing further as you got to know him. Were allowed to discover his personality. He was outgoing too and you could get lost for hours just speaking. Laughing and comparing experiences you had shared.
“What’s the word, sweet hummingbird?” You had whispered in his ear one afternoon. He had been taken aback. He usually used nicknames for people to make them more comfortable in conversation. Nobody had ever done this for him before.
You had settled into the team well. Your goofy personality and the light-hearted nature you adopted just worked so well. You especially got on with Lorne. You were made for each other, everyone thought so. But they didn’t want to push you. Letting you figure it all out by yourselves.
He had seen your power at work, you had left him in awe at your nature. Your large frame knelt before the wounded lawyer. He had gotten too worked up and became skewered by his client. You pressed your hands to the wound, the entire time whispering your comfort to the man. You had healed him but it had taken a lot out of you.
You were exhausted for the next two days. Barely able to move from bed. But you would do it over again. And he found himself falling deeper in love with you. With your selflessness.
He brought you soup. You had fast become friends but he fantasised about more. He wished to embrace you, hold you and tell you how much you meant to him. How much the way you treated him and everyone else in your life meant so much. He still didn’t see the way that you truly meant your flirtatious words.
He couldn’t dare hope, he just enjoyed being around you. Truth was that of course you adored him. Wanted to spend all of your time with him. His personality, he was so kind. Looked out for so many, cared for them.
Being an empath demon, he was (of course) naturally empathic. And your powers complimented each other. You were a healer. A caregiver. Someone that cared so deeply.
You began to slide into his office when you could. Seeking stolen moments with him. You always had a kind word for him.
“I love the jacket, it really brings out the colour of your eyes” You said softly. And he was rendered uncharacteristically speechless again, as he always was when you said these things.
You always greeted him with some kind of flirtatious comment, one he was used to by now but never truly understood. He always convinced himself you were merely being kind. That you greeted everyone in this way. But he still hung on to every word. Grasped to every syllable you spoke to him. At least, even if he knew it wasn’t real, he could pretend it was. He could curl up in bed, nestling comfortably in the thought of having you by his side. Really in love with him, not just being kind. Giddy with flirtation.
He felt caressed by just the thought of you. By your words. Finding solace in the way that you spoke to him, as if you believed you were truly equals. As if he wasn’t some light comedic relief that the humans could use to make themselves feel better.
Lorne didn’t realise you were being serious though. He wasn’t used to such attention. He assumed you were just like that, missing that you only ever directed these flirtations at him.
He was gazing at you again, you were stood near someone’s desk. He scanned his eyes over your plus-sized figure. He loved every inch of you, he was sure of it. Wished to cherish every inch. He didn’t understand how anybody could be anything other than in awe of you.
He walked up to you, rubbing his hands together. It was nerves today, he so wanted you to agree to what he was going to ask. Your face brightened as soon as you saw him approaching.
“It’s as if you want my heart to stop beating, beauty like yours should come with a warning sign” You smiled.
“Sing for me, sweetness?” He had asked it, more nervous than he had ever been before. He barely spoke above a whisper, with all of the noise going on around you. Busy bustling of the departments around you. People usually stared.
You both stood out to the others. To the ones that weren’t part of the core team. People were suspicious of you both, thought differently of you because of appearance or power. It didn’t matter why - they often would stare.
But you didn’t let it bother you, when you were stood with him nothing mattered. It was just you and him. So as soon as he said this you couldn’t help but become excited. He had never seemed to express an interest to reading you.
“Thought you would never ask!” You gushed with a giddy grin. You nodded, taking his hand and leading him away. There was a zap of energy in the contact between you. To have your hand in his, it was bliss. He would be happy the rest of his life just for this contact.
His face was a picture of shock when you lead him to the store-room. You slid into the small space turning to him when the door was closed.
“Uh, not that I don’t love the acoustics of the… store room, but my office would work just the same” He offered. Only in words, he was actually happy of the proximity. Wanted to be this close to you, but wouldn’t dare act on it.
“Privacy… I’m not a very good singer” You explained with a smile, “Only for you, Lorne”
You began to sing. Your voice wavering at first until you got more into the song. His eyes widened and he reached out for you subconsciously. His palm upturned for you. You reached back, lacing your fingers with his.
He gasped. To him, no matter the tone or pitch he was in awe of your voice. But it wasn’t just that, it was every element of you. Each beautiful component that encapsulated your larger form, of your beautiful mind. He truly saw you, your intentions.
He felt it then. It almost knocked him sideways with the force of it. With the strength of your feelings for him. You had never been more sure of anything in your life. You could only flirt and hope that he understood, expressing it any other way would have been much harder. You wouldn’t ever want to make him uncomfortable.
You were his, you were promised to him for the rest of your life. It was an emotional experience, made his eyes shine. When you finished the tune you looked back into those kind eyes. It was a revelation to him. That you truly meant it. Those words.
You leaned in, almost in-sync. Catching your lips with his. It was soft, tentative at first. As if he was afraid that you would pull away in horror at his action. But soon you weaved your arms around him, pulling him closer. You wanted to cherish him. Show him just how much you adored him.
You deepened the kiss, becoming lost in each other. His hands resting on each side of your body, feeling the soft skin there. Enjoying the sensation. Your lips glided over his, ensuring that he felt you in the present just the way he had felt your future together. The way you felt now was the same as now. The kiss was everything. Ground shifting. Life changing.
You broke apart, breathless. Laughter despite yourselves. At how long it had taken. At how much you truly meant to each other. How you felt finally spilling between you. Both of you talking at a fast pace, sharing your hearts between more soft kisses.
Your hands entwining, you were instantly comfortable with such natural gestures. Loving him was as easy as breathing, you had always known this – but being loved by him in return was just so sweet. You eventually slid out of the store cupboard to a waiting audience.
They had given you knowing looks as if to cheapen the beautiful experience you had just shared. But neither of you cared, you just kept your hands clasped together. Taking strength from the other. It was hot gossip around the office for the next few weeks. But neither of you thought about it more than once, you had finally discovered each other. Your reciprocated feelings. Nothing could change this feeling. This elation you felt when you were together.
