#saranyssa

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Top five lesbian DC ships

1. KaraKate

2. CissieCassie

3. DonnaKori

4. HarleyIvy

5. SaraNyssa

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[allourheroes]

So the wonder that is @theliterator wrote this for me (go read it!), but I. Uh. I accidentally wrote my own, too. (As if the world is worse off with more femmeslash.)

Nyssa/Sara | G | ~350

“Sara,” Nyssa says, because the woman before her truly is her beloved. She cups Sara’s face in her hands, her eyes flickering over the details of lips, of freckles, of what lies behind eyes she had spent eons staring into, even when the only light had been that of the moon.

Sara takes a moment to breathe, closes her eyes and inhales deeply. “I can’t go back,” she whispers, and she still will not open her eyes, will not face a reality she does not want.

Nyssa’s thumb is soft where it strokes across her cheek, finds her skin warm and familiar and alive. She swallows, tries to remember her place. “My father is dead,” she says. "All debts have been forgotten.” Nyssa is slow to pull her hands away, to let go of what she had thought so thoroughly, irrevocably lost.

Sara’s hands take hers, hold them in that in-between space of towards and away. “You’re not here to chase me down?” Sara asks, and she looks into Nyssa’s eyes now, searches for the truth. “You’re not going to drag me back and make me kill?” She shakes. “I don’t… I don’t want to be that anymore. Not again.”

Nyssa had heard about what had transpired, had believed in all but Sara’s true return until only a moment ago. “You don’t need to be, Sara.”

Sara lets out a shuddering breath. “I missed you, you know,” she murmurs. “When I left.”

Chest tight and breath held, Nyssa presses on. “Do you still?”

Sara blinks, and she lets Nyssa’s hands nearly slip from hers, makes the choice easy. “Do I need to?”

It takes Nyssa a few seconds to understand, to realize that this is no dream or trick meant to break her heart all over again—enough to take the chance, at least. Her face breaks into a smile. “Never again,” she says, although it is a lie. She doesn’t hesitate, tightening her grip, closing the distance before Sara can process it.

Nyssa kisses Sara like she’d kill for her—

No.

No. Nyssa kisses Sara like they’ll live.

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Nyssara, Mafia AU

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Nyssa’s hand slides down Sara’s arm, steadies it.

Sara’s shot rips through its victim’s shoulder exactly as it should, leaves the man screaming into his gag, body seizing against his bindings.

It is Sara’s first time and Nyssa has taken extra precautions, ones that her father would never have allowed. Nyssa knows that had the man pleaded for his safety–for his life, although a kill was never the intention of this particular exercise–Sara would have hesitated. Sara’s heart is still too pure where it beats beneath her breast and it is one of the reasons that Nyssa loves her.

It is one of the reasons that Nyssa’s father would rather have killed her after Nyssa had found her. Sara had been huddled behind a stack of pallets in the abandoned warehouse, the fresh gunshot having left a resounding silence broken only by the girl’s whimper.

It had been pity then, perhaps, but it is love that keeps her here.

Nyssa takes the gun from Sara’s hands, afraid that her father will see the tremble in them otherwise.

“Next one will be through the head,” Ra’s assures, stepping in only once the man has been removed, sent home as a warning of what fate will befall those who question the al Ghuls.

He is not talking about this man now, but of Sara’s next task. Nyssa’s posture stiffens, but her head is held high. “She will do you proud, Father,” Nyssa tells him.

Sara does not speak, and she is of yet unable to hold his gaze.

“She must,” Ra’s warns with a sneer, but then he’s gone again.

Nyssa swipes the tears from Sara’s eyes, shelters the girl from sight. She waits until Sara can dare to look at her and presses a gentle kiss to Sara’s lips.

Sara will survive.

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Nyssa/Sara + coffeeshop au (**coff**)

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“Beloved–”

Sara blushes. “Customers, Nyssa,” she interrupts, followed by an apologetic frown as Nyssa’s expression turns slightly doubtful. “It’s alright,” she says, much quieter. “What did you need?”

Nyssa doesn’t quite huff, but her body language says it all as she busies herself washing mugs.

Despite their prospective audience, Sara makes her way behind the counter, placing a gentle hand to the small of Nyssa’s back. “Sorry,” she murmurs, close to Nyssa’s ear–their customers don’t need to hear this even if they might see it.

“Are you embarrassed of me, Sara?” Nyssa asks, terse.

Sara shakes her head even though Nyssa won’t turn to see it. “No, no. Not at all.” She sighs. “I know it’s hard for you–getting used to all this, getting used to being here.” She leans in even closer, resting her chin on Nyssa’s shoulder. “But I’m happy you are.”

Nyssa relaxes slightly, leans into Sara in return, resting her cheek against Sara’s temple. “Alright,” she agrees, although her tone does not change.

“Are you happy here?”

Nyssa gives an affirmative nod, brief and almost unnoticeable, but she stops washing the dishes, one of her wet hands sliding down to grip Sara’s tightly.

Sara smiles, drops a kiss on Nyssa’s hair as she pulls back. “Good!” she says, and, with that, she’s off to clear a table.

Nyssa keeps her smile to herself.

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