But where Mexican consulate dance scene? Where bracelet scene? Where pinky swear?? Where “Don’t I?”???? I am conscientiously objecting, none of those remaining get my vote.
the good news is this poll helped me figure out what MY best diego scene is because I’ve been inconsolable all day about the mexican consulate being voted out
Okay, as you've already written that one... no. 14, also from the smut list: “Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
Lila giggles at Diego’s breathless exclamation and collapses on the mattress next to him, delighting in the way his chest is heaving rapidly.
“Jesus…”
“Mh, yes, very intelligent review!” Lila laughs and rolls onto her stomach so she can prop herself up on her elbows and look down at his slightly stunned expression as Diego is still staring up at the ceiling, lips slightly parted and pupils blown.
“I did warn you I was going to blow your mind!” She grins and reaches over to pat his cheek mockingly.
Diego turns and looks at her and she will admit, the heat in his gaze does make her stomach flip.
He grips her arm and pulls her half on top of himself and Lila can feel his heart hammering away in his chest, her own quickly starting to catch up, before he fuses his lips to hers and kisses her like he really means it. It’s the kind of filthy, deep kiss that manages to convey what he wasn’t able to say in words and when he lets up, he leaves Lila quite breathless as well.
Diego doesn’t pull away completely though, instead he rubs his nose against hers gently and whispers hotly against her lips, “Later you’re gonna have to tell me where you learned that!”
Propping herself up half on his chest and half on the mattress, Lila watches the tip of her finger as she draws it along the column of his throat. Diego’s eyes slip closed and she can tell he’s holding back a moan, which makes her smile.
“I was a time travelling assassin, honey! With all of human existence to learn from, I was bound to pick up some moves!”
When he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and then strokes his thumb over her cheek, Lila looks back at his face and slightly melts at the sincerity in his deep, dark eyes, and not for the first time, she is struck by her luck: Of all the many varied people she met throughout all of space and time, she ended up finding the best person in a mental hospital in 1963 in Dallas.
“That’s a lot to compete with…” Diego says and Lila doesn’t like the slight uncertainty that he tries to hide behind a layer of cocky sarcasm.
“Eh, you hold your own!”
She shrugs and leans back down to kiss him slowly and make sure he really understands.
pepperf: Can I ask you about the Sanctuary "Haunted HJ" one?
Ah...John and Helen. My beautiful tragically doomed babies. I wrote a Helen post Haunted fic but I also wanted to write something from John’s POV while he was free of the energy creature and (relatively) sane. The basic idea was that he left a hell of a bruise when he hit her earlier in the episode and he pushed Helen to let him see while they were trapped in that room together. I’m just going to go ahead and post what I have written because it’s not very much:
“It will heal,” she dismissed his concern as she slipped back from his remorseful hand.
“Will it?” His voice was soft and full of the pain that only this freedom could provide. He was grateful when she did not pretend to misunderstand his question. Grateful when she gave him an honest answer, even as it tore at the tattered remains of his soul.
“I don’t know.” There was no dismissal in her tone now, just a painful uncertainty that covered an endless ache in both of them. “I hope so.”
And that was the fundamental difference between them. She still possessed hope. Had always possessed it, in such great measure that he could not help being dragged out of his melancholy existence to warm himself in its happy glow. She had always been the optimist, the one who was certain events would work to her advantage simply because she willed them so. Strengthened by the fact that they so often did.
I’m just going to jump off this cliff and hope I sprout wings.
James had always known her so well.
But lately, her will had not been strong enough to prevent the terrible tragedies she had endured. There had been no wings this past year. No flight to safety for James. Her father. Her Sanctuaries. Ashley.
Ashley had done what even he himself had never truly accomplished. He had diminished Helen Magnus’s hope. Her faith in herself and her ability to not only survive, but to thrive in an ever-changing world. She who could entice others to bend, and sometimes break, with nothing more than the sheer force of her personality, could not save that which was most precious to her. First Gregory, then John himself, and now Ashley. Father and lover and daughter, all lost and found and lost again.
Because he had already accepted what she had not even begun to contemplate. He had no idea how to destroy the entity inhabiting the walls of her <I>their</I> her home. Neither did she, nor any of her staff he was certain. Despite their combined gifts, they did not understand the creature well enough yet. But he did. And he knew that for all the power it possessed now, loosed inside the cavernous walls and extensive wiring of the Sanctuary, it would never be content in its current state. Oh, it would enjoy the killing and the destruction it would cause, but it was not enough. The creature craved the sensations that only habitation inside a human body could provide. Wreaking havoc through elevators and labs, doors and walls and circuitry, was nowhere near as satisfying as the warmth of blood spreading across flesh. The intoxicating scent of fear, the rush that came in the moment it looked into its prey’s eyes and saw the flash of understanding that death was here and it was inevitable. Mass destruction would appease it, but only the intimacy of flesh upon flesh, the engagement of all senses available inside the human form would quench its terrible thirst. It entered the Sanctuary out of necessity. It would re-enter John out of unshakeable desire.
“John.” Helen’s soft voice was echoed by the softer hand that ghosted across his cheek. He allowed himself a moment more to stare at it, the contrast of hope and hatred played out on the silk of bra and bare skin. A moment to wish things were different, that he might have the chance to find out if Helen’s fragile hope would prevail. A moment to absorb the pain that came from the knowledge that there was a better than average chance that it would. Not that they would ever be what they once were; even if Helen reached a point somewhere down the long line of years ahead where she could bear his touch in more than these passing moments, he would never taint her with the sins he carried within the very marrow of his being. It did not matter that he had not wanted to become what he did; it only mattered that he had not been able to stop it. To fight harder, to be stronger.
It only mattered that, willing or not, he had tried to murder the very thing he loved most in the world. He had promised to love her, and instead had done his best to destroy her. For all eternity.
save what has been lost (what once was mine) Chapter 1
The Umbrella Academy Fanfiction
Pairing: Diego Hargreeves | Lila Pitts
Word Count: 9,748
Chapters: 1 of 2
READ ON AO3
“Starfall Day,” Lila repeated, her bright eyes gleaming for only a moment before she masked her features once more with a stern glare. “Here’s my deal - you will act as my guide, take me to the festival and return me home safely. Then, and only then, will I return this bracelet to you.”
“Yeah, no can do,” the Kraken said. “Unfortunately, the kingdom and I are not exactly simpatico at the moment. So I won't be taking you anywhere.”
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The Umbrella Academy x Tangled AU we all deserve.
The 100, Bellamy/Clarke/Raven (Bravenlarke? whatever). Bellamy and Raven got together on the Ark, so when they return to Earth and find that Clarke is still alive, the answer is obviously OT3.
“You were in love with her, weren’t you?”
It’s not a question Bellamy was expecting now, although it was one he was expecting. He was all ready for it earlier, in the first few months. Sometime between his looking like an open wound and his learning to hide it. And he was expecting it from Echo or Murphy, someone blunt, who wanted him to just get over it. But it’s been over five years, they’re still stuck up here, and he wasn’t expecting anyone to ever bring her up again, not until they were on the ground and it was his job to tell her mother what happened.
He especially didn’t expect it from Raven, and especially not when they’re curled together, naked and sweaty and sated. It’s been a long time coming, the two of them, and he was ready to bask in the afterglow, a much better one than they got the last time they did this.
He’d like to protest, to say the question is unfair and unnecessary, but he doesn’t have to ask who she means, and that’s probably reason enough for her to ask.
Still, it’s easy to answer, easier than it would have been when Clarke was still a part of his life. It’s easy to love ghosts; no one will ever expect you to do anything about it. “Yeah.” He kisses Raven’s hair. “That doesn’t have anything to do with this. Us.”
“I know. Just curious. We all figured you did.”
“You loved her too, right?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to date her.”
“Really? I feel like you guys would have been good together.”
She laughs, and it’s the strangest thing to be laughing about, but this is the good part. The two of them talking about their friend, whom they both loved, in their own ways. “Wouldn’t have wanted to get between you two.”
“That would have been fun too,” he teases, and she leans up to kiss him, and he’s not an open wound anymore, not really.
A part of him is always going to be bleeding, but that’s fine. As long as he’s alive to bleed.
*
It takes them six years and two months to make it back to the ground, and Octavia is the first person he sees, bright and defiant, so perfect he feels like his chest might break itself open.
“O,” he says, voice breaking on it, and he staggers to her, crushing her to his chest.
“I didn’t live underground for six years just for you to hug me to death, Bell!” she protests, but she’s laughing, clinging back to him. “We thought you guys didn’t make it.”
“I thought we might not,” he admits. He lets her go and looks her over again, grin almost splitting his face. “What were you doing underground for six years? The radiation cleared out after a year. Don’t tell me it was so great down there you didn’t want to leave.”
“You’re one to talk. And we were buried! We couldn’t get out until Clarke got the miners to clear the door.”
Some distant part of his brain registers the change in her expression, the moment when she realizes he didn’t know, but most of his body is frozen, shock and dread and uncertainty churning through him.
“Clarke,” he manages. His throat feels like it’s going to crack open.
“Yeah. She’s alive, Bell. I don’t know what Nightblood is, but it’s really something.”
He looks over his shoulder, finding Raven, and she’s looking back at him, expression unreadable. “Yeah,” he says, not looking away from her. “It must be.”
*
He’s the one to fall into step with Raven as they head to the new settlement, the one to take her hand. She looks back at him, eyes closed off, and he understands why. It’s not what happened with Finn, but it must feel related to her. If Clarke was alive, this might never have happened, the two of them.
But it did. It still is.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” she says, like there isn’t tension all through her shoulders. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“That doesn’t sound like me,” he says, and she at least cracks a smile.
But it doesn’t last. She lets out a breath, uneven and harsh, like she’s trying to keep control. “We don’t have to do this. If you’re done, you can just tell me. I get that–”
“Raven,” he says.
“Don’t tell me you don’t care,” she snaps, and he tugs her aside, away from the group.
“Of course I care. You do too. But it’s not–I love you. You’ve never been a replacement. And I can’t pretend I’m not–” He smiles. “I have no idea how I feel right now, but I’m not planning on losing you. It’s not like that.”
She rubs her face, looking wrecked. “Fuck. It’s not like I’m not happy. Of course I’m fucking happy. But I’m done with–if you want to be with her, you need to tell me.”
“I don’t.”
“If you ever do.” She wets her lips, manages a smile. “There were only eight of us in the entire fucking world. We’ve got more options now.”
“So, what, you want to dump me? You can just tell me if you do.” She glares, and he leans down to kiss her. “I love you,” he says again. “And I’ll tell you how I’m doing with everything else.”
“So how are you doing?” she asks, and he shakes his head.
“I don’t even know. I’m not going to believe it until I see her. I can’t believe she–”
“Yeah,” Raven agrees. “I thought we lost her too.”
“But we didn’t.”
“No. We didn’t.”
*
Of course, Clarke isn’t at the settlement when they get there, still out hunting with some of the crew from the other ship that came down.
Octavia frowns when she hears. “I thought she’d come back when she saw the ship, but maybe she didn’t want to get her hopes up again. They’ll be back before dark.”
It doesn’t really help. They keep busy, of course–there are logistics and reunions and introductions to deal with–but the knowledge of Clarke is in the back of his mind, a loose thread he can’t forget about. She’s here, she’s alive, she’s not even that far, he could find her if–
“Are you Bellamy?”
He jumps, looks down at the girl. She’s probably about ten or eleven, small and pale, frowning at him like she doesn’t quite trust him. Which makes sense; he doesn’t trust her either.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I’m Madi. Clarke told me about you.” She looks behind him. “And that’s Raven.”
“Yeah. How do you know Clarke?”
“She found me. After the fire. She told me nightbloods have to stick together.”
He finds himself smiling a little. “And you guys did, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you guys had each other.” He pauses, but Echo went off with some of the Azgeda, Miller took Monty and Harper to check out the dining hall, and Murphy and Emori are self-sufficient. Plus, this is someone who matters to Clarke, which means she’s going to matter to them too. “You think you could show us around?”
Her eyes flick to their linked hands with something like distrust, but it’s just for a second. “Sure!” she says. “Clarke’s going to be so happy to see you.”
Raven smiles. “We’re going to be happy to see her too.”
*
Through Madi, they get a lot of Clarke’s story before she ever makes it back, and the more they hear, the worse Bellamy feels. It was bad enough, thinking he’d let Clarke die, but it had never occurred to him that she’d be down here almost entirely alone, waiting for for five years, anticipating the day when they finally came down.
They’re over a year late; she must have given up hope. It’s not his fault, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel bad about it.
They’re sitting in the mess hall, letting Madi tell them about the settlement, when a horn blows, and she perks up. “That’s them! They’re coming back. Come on, I want to see her face when she sees you.”
He and Raven exchange a look, and she leans in to ask, “You okay?”
“Still can’t believe it.”
“I know.”
The rover rolls in and an unfamiliar man gets out of the passenger seat first, and then a woman, and then there she is. Clarke, her hair shorter, a patch of red in it, but unmistakable. Alive and even smiling, trading barbs with one of the strangers.
And he’s frozen again. He doesn’t know what to do.
“Clarke!” says Madi, waving, and he knows the exact second she sees them. Reactions crash over her face–shock, disbelief, confusion, hope–almost too fast to see, and then she’s smiling like the sun and in his arms, and he’s holding her as tightly as he held Octavia, breathing her in, feeling the beating of her heart against his chest.
“It’s you,” she says, and he finds himself laughing.
“It’s me.”
*
“So, you and Raven.”
They lit a bonfire to celebrate, and Raven’s helping Monty set up some complicated drinking game, leaving Bellamy alone with Clarke. He doesn’t feel guilty about it exactly, just–torn. He wants to reassure Raven and stay with Clarke at the same time, and it seems impossible.
“Me and Raven,” he agrees.
“I’m happy for you,” she offers. “I’m glad you guys have each other.”
“You have us too,” he says, before he’s actually thought about it. But it’s still true. “We missed you.”
“I missed you too.” She bites her lip. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“It’s not a competition, Bellamy,” she says, and he surprises himself with a laugh.
“So you’re saying I’d win.”
She puts her head on his shoulder. “I think it’s a tie.”
He’s torn between feeling he should shake her off and wanting to pull her closer. Every time she’s out of his reach, he feels sure she’ll disappear, that she’ll turn out to be a dream. Having her touching him is the best, unmistakable and warm and real.
Raven comes and, to his surprise, takes the spot next to Clarke, and not him, and Clarke reaches over and takes her hand.
Maybe they don’t seem real to each other either.
“Not drinking?” Clarke asks.
“Nah. I’d rather be with you guys.”
Bellamy reaches behind Clarke so he can put his hand on her back, and for the moment, his life is perfect.
It even feels like it could last.
*
“Gina and I talked about this,” Raven tells him, a week later.
He blinks. It’s evening, and they’re in their room, curled together on the bed. He’d been reading, but Raven sounds like they’re in the middle of a long conversation.
“Talked about what?”
“I really like him, but what happens when Clarke comes home,” she says, pitching her voice high, but she doesn’t sound upset. Amused, maybe. “In case you were wondering, you’ve always been obvious.”
He swallows. “It wasn’t like that,” he says, but he remembers her, when ALIE was inside her, telling him he was never so devoted to Gina. It might be true, but it might not be, too. He never needed to be devoted to Gina. “It’s not like that with you.”
“I know. I’m still worried about her.”
“This conversation would be a lot easier for me if you just told me what you want. I can’t tell you I don’t love her,” he says. “She’s–you know I do. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Or that I’m going to–”
She kisses him. “That’s not what I’m saying. I didn’t even know how much I missed her, you know that? I was so busy worrying about you, I never even though about how I was feeling. But it’s so fucking good to see her. And I know how much she missed us. So–maybe it doesn’t have to be like this.”
“Raven, seriously, I need you to–”
“What if it’s not about you having me or her? What if it’s just all of us, having each other?”
His breath catches, the thought sweet and sharp all at once, impossible in its perfection. He’s never had the kind of life that works out so neatly. He couldn’t.
“Like this, but Clarke’s in the bed?” he asks.
“Me getting between the two of you, right?” She looks away. “You don’t have to say yes. But–I started thinking about it, and I can’t stop. It seems so easy.”
“You don’t have to–I don’t need this,” he says. “I don’t need anyone but you.”
“That’s bullshit,” she says, without heat. “But I think we all need each other. I wouldn’t just do this for you, don’t worry. We’re not the only eight people in the world anymore. We could take advantage of it.”
“Do you think she wants to?”
Raven snorts, kisses his collarbone. “I think we just need to ask.”
*
He makes her wait another week, or rather, tells her he needs time, which she seems to accept. It’s his whole life, it feels like, or so much of it. The two women who matter most to him, aside from his sister, and there’s Madi to think of too, this little girl he and Raven already think of as theirs too.
This is his family, and once he realizes that, he doesn’t have another choice.
“You’re sure?” he asks Raven, one last time. “We don’t have to—“
“I was in the shower with her yesterday and I couldn’t stop checking her out. Trust me, this isn’t for you. If I thought I had to do this to keep you, I’d dump you.” He frowns, and she kisses him. “If I’m not enough for you, the answer isn’t adding someone else. But if she finds someone else—“
It hadn’t even occurred to him, somehow, and it feels like a piece of his flesh being ripped out, this sudden, sharp flash of pain and anger.
It makes Raven laugh. “Yeah. She’s ours.”
And that was all he needed.
“You have any idea what to say?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it.” She flashes him a smile. “Don’t worry. We’re going to be fine.”
*
Raven takes advantage of Madi asking Bellamy for axe-throwing lessons to talk to Clarke, which is bad only because the last time Bellamy wants to be distracted is when he’s hurling a sharp object around with a child. But it’s probably good he has to concentrate extra hard. It means he doesn’t have much brain power left.
It hasn’t even been that long when Clarke shows up at Madi’s back, flashing Bellamy a quick smile before she watches Madi’s throw.
“Getting better, huh?”
“I hit the bullseye on the last one.”
“She did,” Bellamy confirms. He sounds very normal. Totally calm.
“Awesome. I need to talk to Bellamy and Raven about something,” Clarke tells Madi. “Can you go help my mom at the clinic?”
“When are you going to be done?”
“We’ll meet you at dinner. You don’t have to hang out at the clinic the whole time. But I’m going to be busy.”
“Okay,” says Madi, easy. “Thanks for the lesson, Bellamy!”
“Sure.”
They stand in awkward silence for a minute, until Madi’s gone, and then he clears his throat, makes himself ask, “So, what did you and Raven talk about?”
Clarke smiles. “How much we like you.”
“And each other, right? Not just—“
She starts to laugh. “This is exactly what we were talking about, yeah. And how much we like each other.” She bites her lip. “Don’t worry, I was jealous of your entire relationship. I want all of it.”
“So talking to Raven was a euphemism,” he says. His mouth is starting to twitch into a smile, and once he starts he’s not sure he’ll ever stop.
“I figure we’ll talk too.” She bites her lip. “I already made out with her, so she said I should make sure I made out with you too.”
“You’re going to have plenty of chances, right?”
“Sorry, do you not want to make out right now?” she teases, and he lets himself cup her jaw, lean in and kiss her, and it’s so close to perfect.
When she pulls back, she says, “Okay, we should go see Raven,” and that’s what’s missing, of course. It’s not just him and Clarke. That’s not enough.
“Yeah,” he says. “Let’s go home.”
Raven’s on their bed when they get there, and Bellamy settles in on one side of her, and Clarke takes the other, and that’s it.
#project hail mary
#cats on tumblr
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