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PROMPT THIRTY-THREE: Let’s move in together.
Soft skin. Warm bodies. Legs tangled and entwined, uncertain where one begins and the other ends. The sun setting through the curtains still open. A sleepy Scully and a content Mulder.
His fingers sooth up and down her body, still in awe that he even gets to touch her like this. Scully smiles up at him and Mulder’s heart overflows with love. He boops her on the nose with his other hand, causing her face to scrunch up in response. He lets out a laugh, holding her impossibly closer.
“Let’s move in together,” he suggests in the quiet dusk.
Years later, the blocked mine shaft is finally cleared, and the bodies are recovered. Will recovery of her father’s remains help Katniss or make things worse? Will the community do anything to honor the men? Will the Everdeens get any personal effects, did he leave a message for Katniss? Will there be evidence that leads to prosecution and $ settlement? Will Peeta, Gale, community, mom, Prim be there to support K? Who can she talk to? Is she changed?
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompts, Wet Dream, Alternate Universe - Mechanics, Pining Keith (Voltron), Keith hits his head and gets a small concussion, Lance takes care of him, Keith has a wetdream about Lance, prompt 92
Series: Part 48 of Tumblr Prompts
Summary:
Keith is crushing on his coworker, Lance. It takes a concussion to bring them together...somewhat.
RC prompt: Mick writes, Sara is an artist (at least in fanon), but what is Leonard's artistic/creative talent that only his partners know about?
Sara smiled as the beautiful notes traveled down the hall, drawing her toward the spacious living room as she tied the belt of her black, silk robe. Her feet were bare and silent on the wooden floor, the scent of sandalwood intoxicating and relaxing her as she searched out the man who hadn’t been in bed with her. She trailed her fingertips along the plain, white walls that were decorated with her sketches and canvas paintings, emerging from the darkened hallway into the dimly lit living room. There, in the corner sitting at the polished, black grand piano: was Leonard. He didn’t see her yet. He had his eyes closed, feeling the music as he played, his long and slender digits traveling over the keys with precise and skilled movements that had tingles going down her spine. His music was always hauntingly beautiful. She could see the picture he was trying to draw with his notes so clearly in her mind. She could feel his pain. The sorrow of his past ghosts that still haunted him to this day. The anguish was almost tangible, and it took everything in Sara not to rush forward and engulf him with a hug and kiss away his pain. He’d once admitted to her that his music was his therapy. Whatever demons needed to be exorcised from his mind had her keeping her distance. She took a seat on the oversized leather chair Mick favored, tucking her feet beneath her and resting her elbow on the arm of the furniture. Her loose hair tickled her wrist and forearm as she relaxed, blue eyes taking in her lover as his piece hit the crescendo.
When the last bars were played and the final notes faded away in the room Sara waited a breath before rising. He’d opened his eyes and he’d seen her long before he’d finished playing. He just watched until she made her way to the bench. She saw that he was still in the clothes he’d been in when they’d gone to sleep earlier that night. He hadn’t even bothered to slip on a robe or his slippers. The white shirt was snug and the gray pajama bottoms loose.
“Did I wake you?”
“Only because you weren’t in bed. Not because of the music.”
“I had to play,” he said softly, looking down to the keys now, fingertips running over them but not pressing to make a sound. “Had to get it out.”
“Nightmare?” He didn’t verbally answer, but she saw the answer in his eyes. Saw those ghosts she’d heard earlier. She reached out, hesitated, then placed a hand on his shoulder. It stiffened slightly, which broke her heart, but then relaxed as her soothing caress calmed him. “You don’t have to talk about it. Just know I’m here. So is Mick, even though he’s sleeping in the other room.”
“Lisa called. Said she was pregnant. She’s worried that she’d be like our parents. That she’ll be a horrible mother. I told her that her fears were unwarranted. That she would be a wonderful mother. She is still scared. Worried that she’ll end up like our mother… Or worse. Our father.”
Sara shifted closer. Both arms wrapped around his middle, trapping his right arm as she rest her head just below his shoulder. He sighed, raising his free hand and placing it on the spot where her elbow bent near his stomach. They stayed like that for a long time. Neither moved, the only sound their mingled breathing and the ticking clock sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. They shifted when they heard a door open, the heavy footfalls down the hall signalling that Mick was awake as well.
Mick wasn’t silent like Sara. They could track him up until he turned the corner. He’d been naked when Sara left him. Due to the frigid winter, and the fact that he hated the cold, he’d slipped on his favorite robe and slippers to ward off the chill since his two lovers weren’t in bed with him to retain his heat.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asked, his eyes squinting slightly because he didn’t have his glasses. He hated his glasses. He only wore them when he absolutely needed to. Mostly when he did his reading. And his writing. He shuffled to the other side of the bench and plopped down, his hand grazing the lower keys of the piano and making them wail, and Leonard wince. “I woke up. You both were gone. You out here getting busy without me?”
He said it as a joke. He could read his partner since the first day he’d met him. He was spooked. Something got into his head. Sara was holding him tight but it was something that needed both of them. He reached over, his scarred hand resting on Leonard’s thigh, warming it through the material of his pants.
“Oh please, like you ever give us the chance to do that,” teased Sara.
“You should be sleeping, Mick. You have a signing tomorrow.”
“Bah... I’m fine. Besides, my fans love it when I’m out of it.”
“He did have them cheering when he overturned the table at the last place.”
“Damn crooks were trying to charge my fans extra for my autograph instead of just charging them for the book! They got what they had coming to them!”
Leonard felt put out. His inability to cope had gotten the two people he cared most about aside from Lisa out of bed and worrying about him. He hated how his head got sometimes. He wanted to blame his abusive father. His alcoholic mother. But something sick and twisted in his head blamed himself. It seeped into his thoughts and wouldn’t go away. Hadn’t budged in over forty years.
“Let’s just all go back to bed.”
He’d lay there, wide-awake, but they would be safe and warm.
“Mick, apparently we’re going to be an aunt and uncle.”
“Is that so?” Mick hummed. “Haircut knocked up your sister, huh?”
Leonard scowled. Mick howled with laughter. He’d always liked Ray. Leonard, on the other hand, hadn’t. Hell, even Sara liked the boy scout. Then again, Len was always protective of his sister. Had even squared up to Mick and asked about his intentions at one time because he’d thought he’d been hanging around for HER instead of HIM. Boy had he shocked the hell out of Leonard when he’d just grabbed him and kissed him instead.
They’d been together ever since.
Sara had been a surprise. Someone they’d met at the bar. Someone who had proposed a fling and they’d all been drunk and willing. Well, Mick had been willing. Leonard had taken some convincing... But had warmed up to Sara very quickly. She’d been reluctant to call it anything but a fling. Like them, she had her own demons, but one night she’d confessed to liking it with them. So... She stayed. Had inserted herself into their lives and had flourished. They all had. Shortly after Mick’s first book had been published. Sara had some art pieces bought before but after some time and some pushing from her lovers she’d really gone out there. She still did defensive training as her main project for at-risk women. But art was her other passion... And also what helped pay the bills.
Then Leonard, who had always been hesitant to go out there and showcase his talent, still liked to only play at home. He ran a security business, something that an ex-thief would flourish at, but at home he played. Mick always thought he had what it took to get famous from it. But he knew, deep down, that this was private. Something he only shared with those close to him. Music was something Leonard clung to when his past reared it’s ugly head.
“He did,” said Sara, pressing a kiss to Leonard’s shoulder. “Had him worried about what might happen if it were to happen to him.”
Leonard tensed. Ah hell, Mick felt that change right before Leonard scrambled off the piano bench away from the both of them, hands slamming against the keys and making a chaotic mess of a sound. He had that trapped look on his face as he started pacing, both hands rubbing over his closely shaven head. Sara merely shifted on the bench, crossed her arms and legs, and waited. She was so damn patient. Mick wasn’t, but hell, he didn’t know how to handle this.
The thought of kids had him all panicked, too.
Leonard should have known Sara would have picked up on the reason for his panic. She was too damn smart for her own good. Yeah, perhaps that was why he played. That the panic that Lisa felt about her unborn child transferred to him. Had him wondering what the hell he’d do if Sara were to suddenly tell him she was pregnant. Had him wondering if it was Mick’s, if he would be left alone in the dark while they built their little family.
“Leonard. Len!” Sara was suddenly there, cupping his heated cheeks with her cooler palms. “Hey, baby, breathe for me... Okay? Breathe...”
He had no idea he’d been holding his breath. He struggled to inhale, the exhale shaky.. His eyes met Sara’s and that calm hit him. His hands went over hers and he felt Mick at his back and he breathed. There was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and at the back of his neck.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, struggling with the simple word.
“I’m not pregnant so hold off on the panic attack,” teased Sara, making him give a slightly broken laugh. “Talk to us, Len...”
“It’s just my head,” he whispered. “Stupid stuff... Lisa made a comment about worrying about being like our parents. Of course, it had me worried, too...”
“You’re nothin’ like that asshole,” said Mick, meaning Leonard’s dad.
“I know... But it doesn’t mean those thoughts don’t come.”
“Remember Abby?” asked Sara.
Abby was the daughter of Sara’s sister Laurel and her husband Tommy.
“Yeah.”
“You were so gentle with her. So kind. There was nothing malicious about you when we all watched her that first night. Or any of the other nights. And Lisa... Remember Lisa? You said you practically raised her. You didn’t harm her, did you?”
“No...”
“You’re nothing like him, Len,” said Mick. “You gotta believe that.”
“I do... I do...” His eyes closed. “Just... I don’t know. It’s ridiculous.”
Mick pulled at Leonard and he easily turned into his embrace. Mick, the rock of the three, held him tight while Sara turned off the lights. Slowly they made their way back to the bedroom. They lay with Leonard in the middle. He was locked with Mick still, so Sara pressed to his back.
“I love you,” she whispered, making his fear abate some more.
“We both do,” murmured Mick.
“And we’ll always be here for you,” said Sara, pressing her lips to the back of his neck. “Always.”
“What if I can’t go there?” he asked. “What if I can’t give you a family, Sara?”
“You two are my family.”
Leonard relaxed, the last dark thought dissipating, for now.
“Go back to sleep,” said Mick. “You gotta make me an omelette in the morning.”
All three laughed.
All three held on to one another.
And when the sun finally rose over the horizon and awakened the city to the new day... They were still tangled together, ready to take on any threat that be-felled them.
