#saturnvalor

[mrowmrowmrow9]

guys guys guys I finished Part I of my Historical AU!!! 🥳 It's a little over 15k words, combined with the scenes I've written for parts 2&3 is a total of 22k. My goal for the whole thing is 40k, so I think I'm well on the way to getting there.

Thank you all for your support and patience with me. I can't wait to share this story with you. In the meantime, here's the ao3 summary I'm leaning towards:

The year is 1780, and nobleman-turned-soldier Mon-El is unhappy and dissatisfied with his privileged but empty life in the south. That is, until he meets a girl at his parents’ ball who changes everything. They understand each other perfectly, and with his parents pressuring him to marry, there would be no better match than her—except that they come from wildly different backgrounds. With a heavy heart, Mon-El walks away and takes a wife his family approves of. Two years later, their paths cross again, him a different man and her as lovely and sharp as ever. Will he be able to give her up a second time?

And also an excerpt from each of the three romantic relationships. Karamel is the main one of course, but this is a Mon-El centric fic first so there are a few other relationships explored throughout.

Karamel:

As they spoke back and forth, Mon-El found himself admitting more and more, letting her into the parts of his mind that no one else had access to. It was hard to describe, but he had never felt so…understood. They both felt that pull, to make things better, to create change instead of just being content with the way things were. And at the same time, she made him feel like a better version of himself. Like the self that he wanted to be, someone who acted instead of standing by and wishing for a miracle to get him out of his miserable life.

Monwinn:

They scampered back to the tent hand-in-hand, already falling into each other before the flap was closed. Mon-El pulled him down to the floor and tugged at his clothing impatiently, Winn’s teeth scraping against his neck. For a precious few minutes, or perhaps closer to an hour, there were no wives or betrotheds or strict parents to speak of—just them, panting in the half-dark and drinking each other in one last time.

Mimra:

“But it isn’t obligation,” Mon-El said earnestly. On impulse he rose and joined her on the settee, hesitantly taking her hand in his. “Ms. Ardeen—Imra, if I may call you that—I know our relationship is not quite of a romantic nature, but I care for you deeply. Even if I had the choice of any woman in the state, I would still choose you as my bride. You are kind and clever and…” He exhaled. “I am proud to call you my very good friend. Happy marriages have been based on less, have they not?”

[shikaramelssay]

In a mood to caption

"Mon-el?!? What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Kara. I'm glad you are here. Imra seems mad at me for some reason, and I don't know why. Did she say anything to you....?"

[winterskywrites]

Hi can you write about imra and monel having a baby and monel being there for her? Also love your writing your so very talented ❤️

Mon-El presses his hands to Imra’s rounded stomach, smiling as he feels the baby kick against his palm. “I can’t believe you’re almost ready to give birth.”

“I’m more than ready,” Imra replies with a groan. “I’m never doing this again.”

“I can’t wait to meet you,” Mon-El coos at her stomach. “We’re going to spoil you rotten, aren’t we?”

“If we don’t, the rest of the Legion will,” Imra replies dryly. “I think Brainy and Lyle are already preparing, and I’m sure everyone else won’t be far behind.”

“Our child will be perfect and deserve every bit of spoiling.”

“So I’m going to have to be the strict parent, aren’t I?”

Mon-El offers her a sheepish smile. “I think we both know I won’t be able to say no to our child.”

“I’m not sure I will be either,” Imra admits, looking down at her stomach. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Only a few more days,” Mon-El says, pressing a kiss to Imra’s stomach.

“Only a few more days,” Imra agrees. “Then we’ll have a baby. We’ll be parents.”

“We’re ready,” Mon-El says confidently. “We’ve been preparing for the past nine months. And we’ve been the parents of the Legion for years, so it’s almost like we’ve been preparing since the group began.”

Imra laughs. “I’m not sure how much taking care of a baby will be similar to wrangling a team of superheroes, but I think we’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Mon-El says, looking up at Imra as if she hung the stars, “I think we will.”

[winterskywrites]

maybe some pre season 3 saturnvalor fluff?

It’s not often that Mon-El and Imra get to have a nice, totally job-free date night. Often, the closest they get to going on dates is attending events as representatives of the Legion, or occasionally as representatives of the United Planets. When they do get time to be together, it almost never lasts for long before there’s some crisis they need to deal with. The chance to just go out uninterrupted without an agenda is a rare one.

That’s why they both seized the opportunity when it was offered, but that’s also why they’re both just waiting for it to fall through.

“I feel like we’re about to get called back,” Imra admits over dumplings. “There’s no reason why we should be, but it’s always what happens, isn’t it?”

“I feel the same way,” Mon-El admits. “I’ve checked for a message at least five times already.”

“The others can handle things without us, can’t they?” Imra asks. “If it’s anything big, they’d contact us, but what are the chances that something big is going to happen?”

“Considering our track record? Pretty high.”

Imra shrugs, conceding the point.

“But they can handle it,” Mon-El adds. “We should just focus on our date.”

“Right,” Imra agrees. “These dumplings are delicious.”

Mon-El grins. “Glad you like them.”

They’re both silent for a minute, then Imra asks, “Are you still waiting to be called back?”

“Oh, definitely.”

[breathofthedice]

My roommate got Guitar Hero and it has ‘Livin’ On a Prayer’. I totally wanted to have saturnvalor feels while playing a video game.

[winterskywrites]

“If you don’t want to be here, then leave” for saturnvalor

Mon-El has been distant ever since he came back from the twenty-first century. And in a way, it makes sense, because he and Imra aren’t as close now as they used to be - their marriage imploded, of course they wouldn’t be as close - but in a way, it doesn’t, because he seems distant with everything. It’s almost like Mon-El won’t let himself fully connect to the thirty-first century, and Imra thinks she knows why. She remembers how she had to talk him into coming back, and she thinks about the way he looked at Kara, and she has the sinking feeling he doesn’t intend to stay.

So, when she notices him sitting at a distance during lunch, she goes over and sits down right across from him and says, “We should talk.”

“Uh, hi,” Mon-El replies. “Talk about what?”

“I know I forced you to come back from the twenty-first century,” Imra says baldly. “I know you intended to stay. And I shouldn’t have done that. You can go back, if that’s what you want. If you don’t want to be here, then leave.”

Mon-El gapes at her. “You think I want to leave?”

“Why else would you keep yourself at such a distance from everyone?” Imra protests. “You don’t want to get attached again, in case you get the chance to leave. Here’s the chance. Go.”

“Imra...” Mon-El shakes his head. “I don’t want to go.”

“Then why are you being so distant?”

“Because I thought you’d want me to leave,” Mon-El replies simply. “I may have founded the Legion, but it’s yours now. You’re the heart of it. I’d never take it away from you. So if one of us had to go, I’d do it so you wouldn’t have to.” Tentatively, he reaches out for Imra’s hands, but he stops before he touches them. “But I don’t want to go anywhere, if you’re okay with me staying.”

“You don’t want to leave?” Imra asks hesitantly. “But... What about Kara?”

“There’s always going to be a part of me that loves her,” Mon-El admits. “But I don’t think we were ever quite right together. I don’t think it ever would have worked out. And I love being here, Imra. I love being with you.”

Imra looks at Mon-El’s hands, outstretched in offering, and takes them. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Mon-El smiles at her, relief on his face. “Then trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

[winterskywrites]

“I may not know what you’re going through right now but i’m always here if you want to talk.” - Imra & Mon-El

Mon-El has lost people before. Of course he has; he lost his entire planet. He lost his father, and he lost his mother right before his eyes.

He’s an only child, though, so he’s never had his younger sister die in his arms, not like what happened to Imra.

Preya has been dead for just over twenty-four hours, and Imra hasn’t spoken a single word in any of them. Mon-El has stood by her side the whole time, doing what he can, but he doesn’t think he can do much. Preya is dead. All the support in the universe can’t change that.

Still, Mon-El will give Imra his support anyway, because it’s all he can do.

“Imra,” he says quietly while she silently gets ready for bed, “I may not know what you’re going through right now, but I’m always here if you want to talk. I’m always here, period. If you need me, I’ll be right at your side.” He takes a step towards Imra. “I know there’s nothing I can do to really make this better, but if there’s any way I can help at all, tell me, and I’ll do it.”

For a moment, Imra just stares at him, then she goes back to putting on her pajamas without saying a word. Mon-El doesn’t blame her. She’s still in shock, he expects, and he didn’t think that his words would fix anything. He just wanted to say them, so Imra would know.

He gets into his own pajamas, and he and Imra both crawl into bed. For a moment, they both stick to their respective sides, then Imra curls around him and presses her head to his chest, right over his heart.

“I’ve got you,” Mon-El whispers. “I’ve got you.”

Imra’s response is so quiet that Mon-El almost misses it. “Thank you.”

Mon-El just holds her tighter. “Whatever you need,” he promises again. “I’m here.”

Imra closes her eyes, and Mon-El runs his fingers through her hair until she falls asleep.

[beautyinsteadofashes]

I like to believe that saturn valor are back together and happily married