#Nora x Damien

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Irresistible {6} || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader, Max Verstappen x fem!reader Summary: Gossiping drivers, alcohol and Charlotte. What could possibly go wrong? Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, cheating, kind of taboo (future stepbrother) WC: 4.9k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

Three weeks ago there had been an anonymous complaint raised about your presence in the paddock when you were nothing more than a spectator. Apparently an emotional support animal wasn’t an acceptable reason to travel with Charles and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who laid the complaint.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Charles asked as you placed a plate of food in front of him. 

“I’m getting paid to do what I would normally do anyway,” you pointed out once again. “And dad said I needed to get a job.”

You had been hired by Ferrari to work in the hospitality building; running food orders, making drinks, tidying the driver’s rooms. Okay, maybe the job was more than you would normally do, but not by much. At least you were kept busy and boredom no longer plagued you. 

“I didn’t realise you needed the money,” he murmured as he stabbed a seasoned chicken breast with his fork. His credit card in your handbag was yours to use however you wanted, he had assured you of that time and time again, and it was the only reason his apartment was furnished so brightly. You could never have done that on the measly savings in your bank account. 

“I don’t, but I’m not going back to Monaco on my own.” That was the consequence if you didn’t become an employee, at least while the Covid restrictions were in place. 

“Hmm, god knows what trouble you would get up to there on your own,” he chuckled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Something had been off about him all morning, but you knew he would talk about it when he was ready so you let it drop.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you said with a wink as you leaned closer and laid a napkin on his lap. “I believe you called me a good girl just last night.”

You left the dining area before he could respond and met Sebastian at the beverage station. He was another of the drivers you had befriended, though much like he was to Charles, it was more in a father-figure role. The German was a gentle soul and you always had time for him, even when he called you out for the feelings you thought you were able to conceal in public.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve,” he commented as you made his coffee - double shot espresso with a dollop of froth, no sugar. 

“You obviously need this coffee to wake you up, Bassy, you are clearly dreaming,” you said as you placed it in front of him and showed your bare arms. “I have no sleeves.”

Sebastian smiled as he lifted the cup to his lips, the words entertaining him but not fooling him. “There is a little get together tonight with some of the other drivers. I think everyone is feeling a little isolated from society right now and could do with socialising. You should come.”

You gave a noncommittal shrug because you weren’t sure if Charles would be one of those other drivers, he hadn’t mentioned anything to you. “Maybe, it depends how busy I am picking up your dirty laundry.”

“My wife trained me well, maybe you are thinking of the wrong room.” He placed the empty mug down and departed with a wink. 

The rest of the day passed quickly and you made yourself comfortable in Charles’ room while you waited for him to finish his media duties. It wasn’t unexpected that he took longer since it was the first of the two Italian GPs, he had given you warning that the team’s homerace would be more hectic. Pierre was the first to invite himself in, lounging on the other seat wanting to know the gossip around the paddock. 

“Don’t lie, I know the best gossip comes from the kitchens,” he begged when you said there was nothing of interest. 

“What can I say? Everyone is tight lipped after Nora and Damien caught covid.”

That had been the hottest gossip of the week because Nora was from Renault and Damien from Racing Point. Both teams were still arguing over who gave it to who and there were talks of suspension because they were sneaking into each other’s rooms instead of isolating. 

“Ah bon,” he huffed. “Are you coming tonight?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t had a chance to ask Charles what the plan is,” you answered as you checked your phone again to see no messages and the afternoon was dragging. “What is taking him so long?”

“You’re waiting here for him?” Pierre frowned as he sat up a little straighter. “He was heading back to the hotel after he finished, he had to go pick up Charlotte from the airport.”

You tried to police your face but from the pity on Pierre’s it was clear you failed to hide the disappointment, shock and betrayal. Charles had been quieter in the last few days but everything you asked what was wrong he said nothing and then distracted you.

“Sorry, I thought you knew and that’s why you were still hiding out here.” He stood up and reached into the pocket of his Toro Rosso jacket to grab his car keys. “Wanna catch a ride with me?”

You didn’t really want to go back to the hotel room you had been sharing with Charles but had no idea where else you could go. You definitely needed to change out of the Ferrari uniform you wore but you didn’t want to see Charlotte if you could help it. Why was she even here?

“I don’t know, but from his mood I’m guessing Charles didn’t invite her.”

You didn’t realise you had asked that aloud and you concentrated on your shoes as you stood up and followed him out to the carpark. You almost asked him to turn around and take you back to the paddock but there would probably be more gossip spread if you slept in Charles’ driver’s room instead of the hotel.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said as you stepped out of Pierre’s car. 

“No problem. Text me if you want a ride to the party.”

You weren’t exactly in the mood to party but the idea of liquor was growing on you so you said maybe and departed. Walking into the hotel, you passed the designer stores that lined the first two floors and felt the black credit card calling, but it was probably the devil whispering in your ear. And not for the first time you listened. 

Charles checked his phone as he received another notification from his bank. One part of him was pleased to know you were at least near the hotel since the charges were to the shops below, but a larger part was sick knowing you were lashing out because of the message he had left in your room down the hall. 

The shower turned off as his phone vibrated again and a bitter laugh bubbled at the $50k debit he saw for Prada before Charlotte appeared from the bathroom. There was a time before you showed up back in his life where he found her beautiful but now he could only imagine your face when he held her. He really had to do something about this because no matter how disinterested or rude he was, she ignored it to remain in his life. Looking away as she reached the bed, he returned his focus to his phone and sent a message to the person he actually wanted to be with.

The hotel room was silent when you finally built up the courage to leave the shops and take the elevator to the higher floors. The housekeepers had swept through and placed everything back where it belonged except for one square sheet of hotel-embossed paper.

Charlotte is here so I will be staying with her for the week. I’m sorry, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you in person. Love, Charles x

You sneered at the paper as your phone vibrated. “Love, my ass.”

Charles: Ma biche, if you are trying to bankrupt me you are going to have to do better than that. 

You: I just want to look good for the party tonight. Never know who I might take back to my room.

You slammed the stack of receipts down beside the note and went to see that his bags were gone from the bedroom. Your lip curled back in disgust and you tore the protective sheath off the little black dress you had purchased with his money. If he was going to be a coward then he would suffer the consequences of it. You were sick of waiting for them to break up, maybe their delusions for a perfect image actually made them perfect for each other.

Charles slammed his phone onto the bedside drawer and pushed Charlotte’s advancing hands away. “I’m not in the mood.”

Rolling her eyes, she settled amongst the pillows and crossed her arms. “You’re never in the mood anymore.”

“Whatever, just get dressed,” Charles ordered as he kicked his suitcase over before unzipping it and grabbing a clean set of clothes. “We’re going out.”

“I just got here.”

“So? It’s a party.” He didn’t even glance her way as he pulled his Ferrari shirt over his head and replaced it with a plain white t-shirt before moving onto his jeans. 

“Will Y/N be there?”

Charles’ foot caught in the legging and he nearly tipped over. “I don’t know,” he lied.

Charlotte knew him well enough to know when he was lying, or telling half truths - those were almost as common as breathing to him lately. 

–

Since social gatherings were frowned upon, the group had met in a large field that the motorhomes parked in near the Monza track. A roughly cut metal oil drum glowed with a fire and golden embers floated off into the evening light as you navigated your way in new heels to the circle of couches around it. 

“I think I overdressed,” you joked to Pierre as a dozen pairs of eyes flickered your way. There was no denying that you looked amazing, but you were more suited for the red carpet than a backyard bonfire. You should have gone with jeans and a shirt like Pierre wore when he picked you up.

“I think you look beautiful,” Max said with a smile as he shifted on his seat to make space for you. “You can sit here.”

You returned the smile and carefully stepped over the legs outstretched to warm by the fire. One pair of eyes burned into you but you pointedly ignored him as he sat opposite the flames with Charlotte on his lap. You stood in front of Max and put your hands on your hips as you cocked an eyebrow at the narrow space between him and the armrest. 

“I have caught you checking out my ass enough times, Verstappen, you know it’s not going to fit there,” you said with a smirk. 

An annoyed humph came from beyond the flames and Charles started to push Charlotte to her feet. “I’ll get you a seat.”

“She can sit here,” Max reiterated as he spread his legs back to get comfortable in his chair and patted his thigh.

“Mate…”

“Such a gentleman.” You turned on your heel, meeting the furious Monegasque whose eyes reflected the fire that was burning within him too. You held his steely gaze as you lowered yourself down onto Max’s lap, feeling the form fitting dress that barely covered your thighs ride even higher. 

“I didn’t think so many of you guys would actually be here,” you said as you draped an arm over Max’s shoulder to help balance on your perch. His arm curled around your back so his hand rested lazily on your hip and his eyes darted to Charles, the blue hue almost screaming at him, ‘what a fool’. 

“I only came for you,” Max admitted as he tore his eyes away to look at you. Those eyes narrowed and he brushed he cupped your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “You’re wearing makeup. Why?”

You frowned, wondering if maybe the makeup artist had done a terrible job and Max shook his head. “You look beautiful,” he assured you as he saw the worry-lines crease your forehead. “You always look beautiful, but you don’t need makeup, schat.”

 You didn’t correct him on the endearment and he seemed to take it as a victory as his smile grew wider. Maybe you would have reminded him of the rules on friendship before the interruption, or maybe you would have just tucked the wayward strand of dirty blonde hair back where it had fallen over his face. 

“I’m glad you made it,” Seb said, breaking the tension as he leaned over a cooler and offered a bottle of Jagermeister. “You look like you could use this.”

“Thanks,” you chuckled as you cracked the cap off. “You could have given me a little more information about this ‘party’.”

“Where is the fun in that?” Kimi muttered to himself as he sipped vodka from a teacup. The white china and blue glaze depicted an ancient scene and you stared at it as you took a swig straight from the bottle. Disgust screwed up your face at the taste before shivering, making both of the older men laugh. 

“Ugh, I’ll take the rocket fuel please.” You didn’t give Kimi a chance to pull away as you stole the teacup and handed him the dark green bottle instead, though you were sure with those driver reflexes he could have moved if he wanted to. “That’s better,” you sighed as you tasted the drink to find it was a vodka lemonade mix. “I thought you would drink this stuff straight.”

“I’m not Russian,” he said as he jutted his chin across to Daniil who was in fact drinking pure vodka with Daniel, though the latter was coughing thanks to it. Reaching into the cooler, glass and ceramic clattered before he settled back into his foldout lawn chair with another china teacup that you didn’t bother to question.

Conversations between the drivers flowed, voices cresting and receding with the topics they were passionate about. Your stomach sloshed with alcohol and your body relaxed against Max’s, his smile growing when you rested your cheek on his head as you listened to him talk about the first thing he would do when the restrictions were lifted. It was to go to his friend’s concert, Martin Garrix to be specific.

“No fucking way,” Pierre laughed. “Not this again!”

You lifted your head and peered across the circle to where George and Alex were arguing over the suggested game of Truth or Dare.

“What are you? Prepubescent teenagers?” you teased as Alex took a pro-stance on playing. 

“No, Lando only looks it,” George joked.

“Hey!” The young McLaren driver spluttered with an indignant laugh. “Rude.”

“Leave little Lando alone. He got his first pube just last week,” Daniel chimed in before adding, “I’ll play. Max?”

Max shrugged with a quiet, “Sure.”

Alex grinned wider and elbowed George. “See, it’s fun.”

The younger half of the drivers around the circle started the game, daring each other to do silly little things that their PR teams would frown at or confiding the secrets they answered for a truth. Your ribs hurt from laughing until Daniel called your name. 

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you replied just so you didn’t have to get up from your cosy spot on Max’s lap. 

“Have you kissed a driver here?”

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed on you through the flames and you grinned at Daniel as you combed your fingers into the short hair at Max’s nape. “Yes.”

“Who?” Daniel looked at Max, Pierre and Charles before returning to Max.

Your head tipped back with a laugh. “That’s not how the game works, Danny. It’s not your turn anymore. It’s mine. Max?”

“Hmm, yes?” he hummed as he looked into your eyes.

“Truth or dare?”

He debated the option for a moment before exhaling. “Dare.”

“I dare you to take me out.”

“You didn’t need a game for that,” he chuckled. “When?”

“Breakfast, tomorrow.” You leaned in and brushed your lips over his cheeks that flushed pink an instant after you whispered in his ear. “We could even make it breakfast in bed.”

You hadn’t noticed Charles had left his seat until you heard his voice beside you, plonking himself down on the cooler while he sparked up a pointless conversation with Seb. 

“Charles, truth or dare?” Max asked, noticing how still your body went and the stiffening of your spine. 

Charles turned slowly, his eyes drifting over the space where your body met Max’s and a sneer tugged at his lips. “I don’t play childish games.”

“Just the adult kind, right?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said with that innocent smile that had fooled you. 

“Of course you don’t.” Max turned his attention to the fire pit and the woman sitting on her own, attempting to hold an air of carefree relaxation despite her gaze always returning to you with a scowl. “Charlotte, truth or dare?”

“Max.” You jumped at the sharp bite to Charles’ reprimand but Max didn’t even glance his way as he waited for the woman to choose.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to finish Kyvat’s drink.”

Pierre’s teammate grinned as he offered the tumbler that was half full of vodka. To give her credit, she only winced with the first swallow but she downed the spirit and cocked an eyebrow that challenged Max, is that all you have for me?

A cruel smile tipped up and she licked the drop of alcohol that clung to her lips, the burn of the vodka quickly hitting her veins and travelling to her head. “My turn.”

Charles abandoned his conversation when Charlotte called your name and the slight shake of his head warned you not to answer. 

But he had pissed you off.

“Truth.”

The choice echoed around the circle as everyone fell silent. Pressure brewed like a lightning storm approaching and everyone felt the charged atmosphere.

Charlotte closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them, staring you dead in the eye as she found the courage she had been missing for months. “How long have you been fucking my boyfriend?”

Max’s fingers stopped drawing abstract circles on your hip and Charles burst to his feet. “Charlotte!”

“What? It’s just a game, Cha,” she replied with a bland look of boredom. 

“It’s not appropria-”

“3 years,” you cut him off, your eyes never leaving hers. If she wanted the truth then she could have it. “The 8th of August 2017, if you want to count the precise days.”

“What?” Confused murmurs broke around the fire.

“Oh, shit,” Pierre laughed as he looked closer at you then to his friend who had frozen still. “She’s that chick you hooked up with at Jimmyz?”

Charles dragged a hand down his face but ended it with a nod before turning to his girlfriend. “It was before us, mon amour.” 

The way he said it made it appear it was only before they got together, ever the liar, and even you rolled your eyes.

“So you two…and your parents…” Kimi whistled before keeping his mouth busy with a drink. He was quietly enjoying the brimming heat too much for someone nicknamed the Iceman.

“My father was out getting a haircut-“

“-at my mother’s salon-“

“-when we met. I guess they kept in contact after we left.”

Charles turned his attention to Charlotte but she was already storming her way across the field. With a sigh, he made his way after her and you wondered if it was finally the day that you had been holding out for, the one where she would dump him. 

“She should have asked when you last fucked him.” The words were a whisper in your ear as everyone else returned to their own conversations, the game clearly over, but you knew those conversations were about you. Max sensed your discomfort, though even a blind man would have been able to see it. “Want to get out of here?”

“You still want to go somewhere with me?” It seemed unbelievable that he hadn’t thrown you off his lap.

“Everyone has a history,” Max said with a shrug. “I don’t care about your past…just your future.”

You left without a goodbye under the watchful eye of Seb but you didn’t miss the elbow George gave Alex, muttering sarcastically, “Oh yeah, let’s play truth or dare, he said, it will be fun, he said.”

“I didn’t know that was going to happen.” The angry whisper of a reply followed your departure and it seemed Alex was the only one too innocent to see what had been in front of them all along. 

Charles' car was already missing from the makeshift parking lot and you slipped into the passenger seat of Max’s Aston Martin before he closed the door for you. 

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know, can we just drive? I feel like a fucking idiot,” you laughed bitterly. All the memories made with Charles seemed to crumble like sandcastles with the tide as you remembered how he had chased after her. He always did, and it seemed he always would. Actions screamed louder than words. “He’s really not who I thought he was.”

“I’ve known Charles most of his life and I don’t think he even knows who he is,” Max said as he laced his fingers with yours and headed to the city. “Are you hungry?”

“No, but I have a full mini bar that is getting billed to Charles. Want to help me empty it?”

Max shared a conspiratorial grin as he headed to the hotel and when you walked past Charles’ room down the hall, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. 

“What are you doing?” Max asked with a laugh as you hung the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the front door. You closed the door and leant against it, Max’s eyes following the curve of the Chanel dress, down the length of your legs to the Prada shoes and back up to the Bvlgari diamond necklace that accentuated the valley of your breasts.

“Making sure this party doesn’t get crashed.” 

—

It was a miracle there had been no complaint made as you turned the stereo up and pretended you knew how to mix drinks. 

“Max!” You fell into a fit of laughter as he poured four of the miniature gin bottles into the cocktail shaker, adding it to the three bottles of vodka you had put in. “That is pure alcohol.” 

He shook the container and poured the clear liquid into two glasses, spilling some as he reached the same level of drunkenness as you. “No, it’s just water. Here, taste it.” He tipped his glass back, his face pinching before he blew out a burst of burning air from his throat and spluttered a cough. “Mhmm, good water that.”

“You’re trying to get me drunk,” you shouted over the pounding in your head, but you knocked the drink back anyway. 

“You’re already drunk,” he countered, dropping into the couch and pulling you down with him. Empty bottles littered the coffee table and the dining table, the expensive mini bar almost empty. “I’m just keeping you that way.”

You settled on his lap and fingered the dirty blonde hair that was longest at the top of his head. “Is that so you can have your way with me?”

His eyes danced over your body, lingering on your thighs as your dress barely covered them. “No, schat,” he said with a small shake of his head as he cupped your face. “When I have you I want you to know that you chose me, clear headed and completely sober. Even if I really just want to fucking kiss you right now.”

You drew your lip between your teeth at the thought and his blue eyes darkened with envy. “We could just kiss?” you suggested as you shifted to straddle his hips.

“I don’t think it would be that easy to just stop there.”

“Fine.” Your hands stroked the column of his neck, feeling the cords of muscle that tensed under your touch before you traced his collarbones with your thumbs. “Truth or dare?”

He inhaled sharply and tipped his head back, watching intently as you popped the first button on his shirt and opened the collar wider. He didn't appear to breathe as you kissed the hollow at the base of his throat. He exhaled, knowing what you wanted to hear, “Dare.”

Your teeth grazed his racing pulse and he shuddered beneath you before you pulled back. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Perhaps it took having the flame of Charles extinguished for you to feel the spark of Max because this time when he pulled you close and captured you with a kiss you felt that spark ignite. 

—

You looked around the parking lot seeing all the other mothers dropping their children off for the first day of school. They all kissed their kids on the cheeks after a tight hug and said their goodbyes, complete with teary I love you’s. Confused, you frowned at the large hand that gripped your school bag and followed the arm up to your father. 

“Daddy, why isn’t my mummy here?”

He had known the question was coming, he just didn’t think it would be from his five year old. He thought he had more time to prepare as he dropped to one knee and held your hands. “Your mother was sick and she needed to leave so she could get better.”

“But she never came back.”

“Sometimes, that’s what’s for the best.” He kissed your forehead and draped your backpack over your shoulders, the weight more than just the lunchbox and books it carried. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“I will always be here for you, pumpkin.”

You woke in a cold sweat and felt the haunting thought the dream had inspired linger in your brain as you slipped out of the sheets. Beside you, Max slept soundly with one hand buried under a pillow and the other stretched across the bed as if he was searching for you. 

You didn’t regret sleeping with Max, though part of you felt he surely would, and you watched his back rise and fall a few times as you dressed. You were busy trying to write a note, tearing off each piece that failed to convey what you wanted to say and balling it up, that you didn’t hear Max’s footsteps. You jumped in surprise as his hands came to rest on your hips and his lips teased the same sweet spot beneath your ear that he had found last night. 

“Going somewhere?” he asked as he saw your bags by the door and he saw the latest attempt of a note. Max, thank you for last night. How about a raincheck on our-

“I think it's time to go home,” you admitted as you turned in his arms and draped yours around his neck. “Because the next time we do this, I want you to know that I chose you, clear headed and completely sober.”

He chuckled, surprised you could remember what he said. Then his own hungover haze lifted and he realised what else you said. “Next time?”

“I still want you to take me to breakfast,” you assured him with a smile. “How about you call me when you’re back in Monaco?”

“It’s a date.” He tipped your head back and kissed you with the same passion that left your toes curling and your body warmed with the memory of how that kiss had led to much more last night. But Max was sober and more in control of himself as he reluctantly broke away first.  “Do you want me to take you to the airport?”

“No, thank you, I’m going to drive back. Take a bit of time to myself and figure my shit out.”

Max frowned. “You don’t have a car.”

“Yet,” you said with a wink. “But if the offer for a ride is still on the table…there is somewhere you can drop me off.”

—

Charles woke to a call from his bank and he swallowed deeply as he listened to the request to release $250k to a dealership. There was only one reason you would buy a car and the thought left him feeling empty as the bed he woke up alone in. It was a surprise there was no noise complaint after the argument he had with Charlotte, the one where he snapped and broke things off. She had left in a rage and he didn’t have the decency to ask where she went. 

He had gone to your room, his feet carrying him light on a breeze as he finally had what he wanted. But then he had seen the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and heard your laughter sneak through the panel of wood that separated him from where he should have been. 

Sitting up in bed, he wiped away the tears that had dried on his cheeks overnight. 

“Yes, allow the payment to proceed,” he muttered, though the sound of his voice was no longer one he recognised. 

Charles: Drive safe, ma biche x You: I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person.  Charles: I guess I deserved that.

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[traceyc-uk]

Since we’re nearing the end of Pride Month, what are your favorite Hogwarts: Legacy LGBTQIA+ pairings? Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

Thanks for the ask, there’re so many I did a speed draw to help me think but here’re the ones are at the forefront and sorry I’ll be missing out on many others. but in no particular order of HL game characters, MC x companions and MC x MC. Happy Pride!

Mara x Natty, Sebastian x Damien, Mirabel x Sirona, Ominis x Chris, Evelyn x Poppy, Nora x Priya Treadwell and Elland x William

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

So many of the rwbabies are Jaune's in the time travel thing? Because not everyone you ship with Jaune has hot a baby. You wrote Willow being pregnant but never gave us a rwbabie out of it. So I just want a list of who to expect.

Well actually I made a question specifically about Willow and Kali having Arc Babies and it came out with a yes in the polls so they will happen. As for who to expect...

That's a long list... Of the top of my head

Nicholas II (Jaune X Weiss) Yin Xiao-Long Arc (Jaune X Yang) Shade Belladonna-Arc (Jaune X Blake) Politan (Neo X Jaune) Jasmine Arc (Jaune X Melanie) Jade Arc (Jaune X Miltia) Jasper Arc (Jaune X Neon) Damien Arcfall (Jaune X Cinder) Topaz Arc (Jaune X Emerald) Adjit ArK (Jaune X Sienna) Roux Arc (Jaune X Reese) Unnamed Daughter (Jaune X May Zedong) Theo and his twin sister (Unnamed as of yet)(Jaune X Pyrrha) Baldur Valkyrie (Ren X Nora) Mei Ren (Ren X Nora) Unnamed Son (Jaune X Nora) Lavander (Oscar X Ruby) Elsa (Jaune X Winter) Grace (Jaune X Glynda) ? Tyr (Jaune X Vernal) (Given Tyr's buffness I'm not sure I can make his model though)

[nikoldragonne12]

Old post:

Wilde family tree (DM AU)

A version on the left was edited in Ibis Paint X, gray icons belong to deceased members of the family.

The orinal version is on the right.

I didn't include Scarlet's, Eliot's, Evelyn's and Damien's parents + Belle's and the Gru's girls' biological parents. These non-included characters aren't very important in my AU, they're all deceased, I don't even have names for them, as well as the app wouldn't show them the way I would like to.

I included Wild Knuckles' and Nora's parents, mainly because I have at least some small details to them.

[afaimsarrowverse]

Personae Dramatis:

Nope-Verse:

 Und auch für mein letztes Verse im Arrowverse  - und damit die Fics „No Future, Just Legends“ und „Flashes of the Future“  - eine Aufstellung der wichtigsten Personen:

Die Legends und ihre Feinde:

 Sara Lance, Co-Captain der Waverider, White Canary, Alien-Mensch-Hybrid mit geklont verbesserten Körper, ehemalige Assassine, schwanger mit Ava Sharpes Baby, der Paragon des Schicksals

 Ava Sharpe, Co-Captain der Waveirder, Ava-Klon-Modell aus der Zukunft, ehemalige Zeit-Agentin, verheiratet mit Sara Lance

 Zari Tarazi, Influencerin aus der Zukunft, Schauspielerin und Sängerin, gab ihr Windtotem an Nate Heywood

 Behrad Tarazi, Zaris Bruder, Eigentümer des Windtotems, guter Sänger, hat vor in Zukunft auf Drogen zu verzichten, geht endlich mit Astra aus

 Astra Logue, wuchs in der Hölle auf, beherrscht Magie, hat Gideon ihren neuen Körper verpasst, beste Freundin von Spooner

 Gary Green, ein Necrianer(das ist ein Alien), trägt eine Brille, die ihn wie einen Mensch aussehen lässt, ehemaliger Zeit-Agent, ehemaliger Zauber-Lehrling, schwer verliebt in Gideon und hat geschworen keine intelligenten Wesen mehr zu verschlingen

 Esparanza „Spooner“ Cruz, wurde als Kind von Aliens in die Zukunft versetzt, ihre Mutter lebt noch immer in der Vergangenheit

 Gideon, ursprünglich K.I. der Waverider, die durch Magie einen Körper aus Fleisch und Blut erhalten hat, zwischenzeitlicher Captain der Waverider, schwer verliebt in Gary

 Gwyn Davies, Wissenschaftler, der das Zeitreisen erfand, ehemaliger Soldat des 1. Weltkriegs, sieht aus die John Constantine

 Alun Thomas, walisischer Soldat des 1. Weltkriegs, enger Freund von Gwyn

 Booster Gold ,auch bekannt als „Mike“, Zeitreisender Bastard, der von seinem Posten am Fixpunkt floh, die Waverider stahl, und sich Zeitverbrechen schuldig gemacht hat

 John Constantine, Magier, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends, Besitzer des Hauses, in dem sich die Legends breit gemacht haben

 Nate Heywood, Steel (I), Superheld und Historiker, verließ die Legends vor ungefähr 5 Minuten

 Zari Tomaz, auch bekannt als Zari 1.0, ehemalige Besitzerin des Windtotems und Hackerin, deren Zeitlinie ausgelöscht wurde, lebt jetzt im Totem mit Nate

 Bishop, Wissenschaftler aus der Zukunft und Erfinder der Ava-Klone, schon zwei mal verstorben

 Ray Palmer, the Atom, Wissenschaftler und Ingenieur, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends

 Nora Darhk, Gute Fee, Ehefrau von Ray Palmer

 Mick Rory, Heatwave, Pyromane und Bestseller-Autor, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends

 Kayla, necrianische Kriegerin, hat einen Haufen Kinder mit Mick Rory

 Professor Martin Stein, Wissenschaftler, eine Hälfte von Firestorm, verstorben

 Jefferson Jackson, zweite Hälfte von Firestorm, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends

 Leonard Snart, Captain Cold, ehemaliger Dieb, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends, verstorben

 Leo Snart, Cititzen Cold, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends von Erde-X, verheiratet mit Ray Terril alias The Ray, vermutlich tot, Doppelgänger von Leonard Snart

 Amaya Jiwe, Vixen, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends

 Charlie, eigentlich Clotho, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends

 Mona Wu, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends

 Rip Hunter, ehemaliger Timemaster, Gründer der Legends, verstorben

 Skeets, ein Freund von Booster Gold

 Hank Heywood, Nates Vater, hohes Tier in der US-Regierung, verstorben

 Direktor Bennet, ehemaliger Direktor des Zeitbüros, verstorben

 Agent Soran, Agent des Zeitbüros

 Damien Darhk, Noras Vater, langlebiger Magier, ehemaliger Bösewicht, manchmaliger Verbündeter, tot

 Neron, ein Dämon

 Tabitha, eine Hexe

 Mallus, ein Zeitdämon

 Vandal Savage, ein zeitreisender Tyrann

 Beebo, ein blaues Wesen

   Team Flash und Verbündete und Feinde:

 Barry Allen, der Flash, ein Speedster, der Paragon der Liebe, hat viele Verluste in seinem Leben erlitten

 Iris West-Allen, Barry Ehefrau, eine Reporterin, war lange zeitkrank

 Joe West, ehemaliger Polizist, Vater von Iris, Ziehvater von Barry

 Cecile Horton, Anwältin, Joes Lebenspartnerin, besitzt diverse ständig wachsende Psi- Kräfte

 Jenna West, Tochter von Joe und Cecile

 Caitlin Snow, Ärztin, immer schon Mitglied von Team Flash

 Frost, Meta mit Eiskräften, Mitglied von Team Flash, Zwillingsschwester von Caitlin Snow, die vor kurzem verstorben ist

 Allegra Garcia, Mitglied von Team Flash, Mitarbeiterin von Iris, hat Lichtkräfte

 Chester P. Runk, Tech Support von Team Flash, verknallt in Allegra

 Kristen Kramer, Polizei Captain mit Meta-Kräften

 Mark Blaine, Chillblaine, Kryogenetiker, Geliebter von Frost

 Carla Tannhauser, Ärztin, Mutter von Caitlin Snow (und Frost), hat auch Eiskräfte

 Tinya Wazzo, Mädchen mit Meta-Kräften und einer komplizierten Beziehung zu Team Flash

 Meena Dhawan, Fast Track, Wissenschaftlerin und ehemaliger Speedster

 Cisco Ramon, Mecha-Vibe, ehemaliges Mitglied von Team Flash, arbeitet für Argus

 Kamilla Hwang, Fotografin, Ciscos Freundin, ehemalige Mitarbeiterin von Iris

 Ralph Dibny, Elongated Man, Mitglied von Team Flash, das lange auf einer Undercover-Mission war

 Sue Dearborn, Einbrecherin und reiche Erbin in einem, Partnerin von Ralph – sozusagen

 Julian Albert, ehemaliges Mitglied von Team Flash, steifer Brite mit medizinischen Kenntnissen und dank Savitar auch einer alternativen Schurkenpersönlichkeit

 Harrison Wells, Timeless Wells, Wissenschaftler, Dr. Wells von Erde-1/ Earth Prime, war tot, lebt wieder, besitzt die Erinnerungen all seiner toten Doppelgänger und Zeitkräfte

 Nora West-Allen, XS, zukünftige Tochter von Barry und Iris

 Bart West-Allen, Impulse, zukünftiger Sohn von Barry und Iris

 Wally West, Kid Flash, ein Speedster, Bruder von Iris

 Joanie Horton, Ceciles Tochter

 Ronnie Raymond, eine Hälfte von Firestorm, Caitlins verstorbener Ehemann

 Eddie Thawne, Cobalt Blue, Polizist, Vorfahre von Eobard Thawne, starb als Held

 Ryan Choi, ein Wissenschaftler, Paragon der Menschlichkeit

 David Singh, Polizeichef von Central City

 Jay Garrick, Flash von Erde-3 und Wissenschaftler, Doppelgänger von Barrys Vater

 Joan Garrick, seine Frau, Doppelgängerin von Barrys Mutter

 Patty Spivot, Barrys Ex-Freundin

 Die Speed Force, „Nora“, Kraftquelle der meisten Speedster

 Deon Owens, die Still-Force, Kraftquelle für Zeitreisen

 Alexa Rivera, Fuerza, die Strenght Force, Kraftquelle für Stärke

 Bashir Malik, Psych, die Sage Force, Kraftquelle für Psi-Kräfte

 Die Negativen Forces, es gibt negative Gegenstücke zu allen vier Forces

 Avery Ho, Negative Flash, eine Wissenschaftlerin

 Tracy Brand, Wissenschaftlerin, ehemalige Verbündete von Team Flash

 Henry Allen, Barry Vater, verstorben

 Nora Allen, Barrys Mutter, verstorben

 Harry Wells, Dr. Wells von Erde-2, Lieblings-Wells von Team Flash, verstorben

 Jesse Wells, Jesse Quick, Tochter von Harry Wells, ein Speedster, verstorben

 H. R. Wells, der Wells, der das StarLabs-Musuem gegründet hat, getötet von Savitar

 Sherloque Wells, der größte Detektive des Multiversums, verstorben

 Nash Wells, Abenteurer und Ersatzvater für Allegra ,der Wells, der sich geopfert hat um die künstliche Speed Force herzustellen

 Fred Chyre, Joes ehemaliger Partner bei der Polizei, verstorben

 Breacher, Josh, ein multiverseller Polizist, vermutlich verstorben

 Eobard Thawne, ein Speedster, der die Gestalt von Harrison Wells angenommen hatte, Barrys Erzfeind

 Eva McCulloch, Mirror Monarch, Gebieterin über das Mirrorverse, hatte Iris und Kamilla gekidnapped

 Ramsay Rosso, Bloowork, ein Feind vom Flash, der todkrank war

 Savitar, Zeitrelikt aus der Zukunft, das Iris töten wollte

 Hunter Zolomon, Zoom, Feind vom Flash, eigentlich tot

 Clifford DeVoe, der Thinker, Feind vom Flash, mit Stuhl, der Psi-Kräfte verstärkt

 Cicada, ein Feind des Flashes über die Jahrzehnte hinweg

 Thomas Snow, Icicle, Caitlins Vater

 Deathstorm, außerirdisches Wesen in Ronnie Raymonds Leiche

 August Heart, Godspeed, ein böser Speedster aus der Zukunft

 Psycho Pirate, körperloser Psi-Feind vom Flash, der zwischenzeitlich Besitz von Cecile Horton ergriffen hatte

 Rosa Dillon, Top, Frenemie von Team Flash mit Psi-Kräften

 Mark Mardon, Weather Wizard, ein Feind des Flashes

 Clyde Mardon, sein Bruder, wurde von Joe West erschossen

 Despero, ein Außerirdischer, der dachte der Flash bringt allen den Untergang

 Der Monitor, ein sehr mächtiges Wesen

 Der Anti-Monitor, ein gottgleiches Wesen, das das Multiversum zerstört hat

   Die Superfriends in National City:

 Kara Danvers, Supergirl, Kryptonierin, Reporterin und Heldin, Paragon der Hoffnung

 J’onn J’onzz, Martian Manhunter, grüner Marsianer, ein Held, Paragon der Ehre

 Alex Danvers, Sentinel, Soldatin und Ärztin, Karas Adpotivschwester

 Nia Nal, Dreamer, eine Heldin

 Querl Dox, Brainiac-5, Brainy genannt, außerirdischer Held aus der Zukunft, jetzt in der Gegenwart

 Lena Luthor, eine Wissenschaftlerin

 Kelly Olsen, Guardian, Psychologin und Heldin, Alexs Lebenspartnerin

 Mon-El, Daxamit, Held, Karas Ex-Freund

 Eve Teschmacher, Mitarbeiterin von Lena Luthor

   Andere:

 Oliver Queen, Green Arrow, Spectre, ein Vigilant und Held, tot, vermutlich

 Laurel Lance, Black Canary, Saras Schwester, verstorben

 Laurel Lance Erde-2, Black Siren, Black Canary, ehemalige Schurkin und Heldin mit Schallschrei von einer anderen Erde

 Quentin Lance, ehemaliger Polizist, Vater von Sara und Laurel Lance

 Dinah Lance, seine Ex-Frau

 Dinah Drake, Black Canary, Polizeicaptain, Vigilantin und Polizistin, Erinnerungen und Aufzeichnungen über sie ausgelöscht

 Felicity Smoak, Olivers Ehefrau, Mutter von Mia

 William Clayton, Oliver Queens Sohn

 Mia Smoak, Tochter von Oliver Queen und Felicity Smoak

 John „Dig“ Diggle, Spartan, hohes Tier in Argus, ehemaliger Soldat und Held

 Tommy Merlyn, Oliver bester Freund, Ehemann von Laurel Lance aus einer anderen Zeitlinie

 Nyssa al Ghul, Saras Ex-Freundin, Assassine

 Chas Chandler, Freund von John Constantine

 Clark Kent, Superman, Kal-El, ein Kryptonier, größter Held seiner jeweiligen Heimaterde in fast jedem Universum

 Lois Lane, Clarkes Ehefrau, berühmte Reporterin

 Jonathan Kent, Sohn von Clark und Lois

 Jordan Kent, Sohn von Clark und Lois, besitzt Kräfte

 Sam Lane, Leiter des DODs, Vater von Lois

 Lucy Lane, Schwester von Lois

 John Henry Irons, Steel (II), Held von einer anderen Erde

 Natalie Irons, seine Tochter

 Morgan Edge, Tal-Rho, Supermans Bruder

 Ally Allston, Parasite, eine Sektenführerin von gleich zwei verschiedenen Erden

 Jefferson Pierce, Black Lightning, ein Held

 Kate Kane, Batwoman, eine Heldin, Paragon der Tapferkeit

 Bruce Wayne, Batman, Kates Cousin, erster Vigilant

 Ted Kord, Blue Beetle, ein Geschäftsmann und Held

 Courntey Whitmore, Stargirl, eine Heldin von einer anderen Erde

[seeingstarks]

Flesh for Fantasy

please do not claim my writing as your own, i will have this posted on here and quotev. i made this a few months ago but hesitated to post it since the ship is not so common. i will not tolerate hate and yes i do take requests, i am new to doing this through tumblr but i hope it goes well. love yinz.

pairing : damien darhk x sara lance cw : cursing, sword/katana fighting, kissing, drinking, mentions of fire and death, drunk john constantine and mick rory, implied sexual jokes, french kissing, SMUT, male recieving oral, gag reflex, moaning, breast touching etc., female being fingered by male, sex a/n : i just wanted to be safe with adding triggers since this is my first story i'm posting on here. <3 probably some spelling errors.

It was a normal day for Sara and the rest of The Legends. Well, as normal as time travelling could get. They were all still trying to figure out how great of a threat Mallus was. The team was still mourning the loss of there beloved friend and team-member, Martin Stein. They had recently got back from Earth-X. Mick had met a doppleganger to Leanord Snart, that was gay and asked to be called Leo. Sara had decided to let most of the team figure stuff out, John Constantine had surprised her last night by sneaking his way onto the Waverider, all she honestly wanted was something easy to take care of before having to take on Mallus with the team. Sara left Nate in charge of the Waverider. Sara decided to take Ray with her out on the current mission, she would call for more backup if need be.

They were set on a mission in the 1980's. It was only a level five anachronism, for now. "Do you even know what we're looking for?" Ray asked Sara as the two of them made there way off the Waverider, wearing 80's garb. "I thought Gideon filled you in, I told her to." Sara replied to him as they continued walking, they were making there way to what seemed to be a music festival. "Jax is doing a few repairs on the Waverider, I think he may have broke Gideon." Ray attempted to joke with Sara a bit, but she wasn't having any of it. Sara never gave herself a chance to mourn the loss of Stein. She didn't want to seem weak in front of the rest of the team. "Someone assassinates Billy Idol and it royally screws up the timeline from now until 2018. Who better to go after the assassin then one of their own kind?" Sara questioned Ray rhetorically. Ray could honestly tell that something was up with Sara, he wanted to help but she would hopefully tell him when she was ready. "How is that only a level five anachronism? In my opinion, I think it should be about a eight or even a nine." Ray rubbed at the back of his neck, they were nearing the music festival entrance now. "I don't know, maybe it became less of a threat because they could sense me coming." Sara rolled her eyes up at Ray ever so playfully. Sara saw the entrance, "We need to find somewhere to blend in and to find the assassin before they get a chance to get anywhere near Billy Idol." she informed Ray before mixing in with a crowd of people.

"These people reek of cocaine." Ray implied while following Sara. "Never smelled the stuff before?" Sara teased Ray as she kept her eye out for the assassin. "If you can't handle it, then maybe you should go back to the Waverider." Sara stated confidently. Ray could definitely tell that something was up with Sara now. She would never leave the rest of the team on the Waverider or want to be out on the field alone at that. "I'm not leaving you out here alone, I can handle the smell." Ray responded as he plugged up his nose with his hand, causing Sara to roll her eyes yet again. She was getting really impatient with Ray, it wasn't even his fault. Holding emotion in for Sara was never a good thing, ever. Sara glanced around at the stage, seeing if she could spot anything. No luck. Ray also scanned the place, he looked at the guards. They all seemed normal except for one, it was a young woman that had glowing red eyes. Ray tapped Sara on the shoulder and pointed up to where the figure was standing. It was Nora Darhk, possessed by Mallus. Sara growled under her breath, "What!?" she yelled at Ray before looking up, "Oh." Sara's eyes now met with possessed Nora. "I'm going to call for backup. We have Nora and the assassin to deal with. No offense, but I don't think that you can handle her all on your own. I'm going to call for Amaya and Zari." Sara informed Ray as he nodded in reply, "Are you sure that you will be okay facing the assassin alone?" "Yeah, it will be a piece of cake for me. All I have to do is find them." Sara growled under her breath again, thinking about who the assassin might be. Since Nora was here, it was no doubt that it was Damien trying to mess with her and the team. Sara honestly wished that she killed Damien when she first got the chance to, but for some reason she always hesitated. Sara was hoping that Ray didn't come to the same conclusion that she did, but he was honestly more focused about the fact that Amaya was joining in on the mission. "Amaya-but-I'm still getting over our breakup. I mean, I still love her and I honestly still want to be with her but I respect our choice." Ray stated as he felt someone tap his shoulder, causing him to turn around swiftly. It was Amaya and Zari, they came from the Waverider to help out as Sara asked them to. "Look, I don't care who was with who. I only care that we get this mission done and over with so I can finally get some peace and quiet." Sara told Ray harshly, which made him frown. "Hey-uh, Sarah, there is no reason to be that mean. I know that we are all mourning in our own ways but that gives you no reason to bring others down with you." Amaya stated truthfully as she pulled Ray into a awkward hug, trying to cheer him up. It had been a while since Ray and Amaya broke up, he was still trying to get over her, she was dealing with her own breakup issues involving Nate. "I guess you're right. I've lost so many people in my life before though." Sara looked down as she was thinking about her sister for a moment, then shaking away any bad thoughts she was having. "We have all lost people. It's part of the job description." Zari added while standing there awkwardly. Sara took a moment and looked at there surroundings. She saw a glimpse of white hair, causing her to take a double take. She was certain that Damien was somewhere near the stage. "I'll look for the assassin and you three take care of Nora, don't get yourself killed." Amaya, Zari, and Ray made there way off to find Nora. Sara started to push her way through the crowd and made her way toward where she last saw that glimpse of white hair. Damien Darhk could be anywhere by now.

Sara eventually made her way through the crowd, security was posing to be a problem though. "Move, or I will slice your throats." she threatened the two men standing in front of her, she knew that she would be able to take them down easily. The security moved out of her way swiftly, they honestly looked scared out of their minds. Little did Sara know that the two men were scared of their boss, Damien Darhk, and not her. Sara took careful steps backstage, looking around every corner. Still no Damien. "Nate, can you see anything?" Sara asked over the com, before Nate even got a chance to answer, she spotted Damien. "Yeah, he's right in front of-" Nate was cut off. Sara approached Damien Darhk, "Now, what would a guy like you need to assassinate Billy Idol for?" she questioned Damien as she pulled out her swords. "He has poor taste in music." Damien implied which caused Sara to roll her eyes at him.

"That's not a valid reason to kill someone." Sara retorted as she made sure Damien didn't even take one step closer, "Look who's talking, we've both killed before. I could kill your sister over and over, as many times as I pleased if I wanted to." His comment caused Sara to growl under her breath, she wanted to kill him right then and there. She stepped closer to him which caused Damien to shake his finger at her, "Step any closer and I will tell Nora to kill your friends." "You're lying! I sent all three..." Sara stopped herself from telling Damien how many people were out on the mission but utterly failed. "I know that they are all safe!" Damien could tell that he had hit a nerve with Sara, which caused him to make his signature smirk.  The team was safe but were struggling as they fought Nora. Ray made the decision himself to call for even more backup. Jax managed to pull himself together enough in order to fight. Nate didn't exactly have to go, but he would do anything to be around Amaya. Leo was ready to help out his new friends too. That left John Constantine and Mick Rory on the Waverider. Whoever thought it was a good idea to leave those two alone and unsupervised on the Waverider were batshit crazy. They were all lucky if it wasn't on fire by the time they all got back. Sara had no clue of all this happening. Sara rolled her eyes as she started to drag her feet closer, hoping that Damien wouldn't notice. That worked until she ended up dropping one of her swords. "Shit." she mumbled under her breath as Damien sent a piercing glare her way. "I honestly wasn't up for fighting this time around but you asked for it." Damien stated with a loud huff as he walked toward Sara, picking up one of her swords and then walking back. "If we're gonna fight, can we at least make it a fair one!?" Sara questioned Damien harshly. "Deal." he responded swiftly as they were literally about to have a sword fight backstage. Damien shooed away all the other people who were around. Sara was curious as to why no one backstage batted there eye once at two people holding swords, ready to fight. She shrugged it off because she knew that she had to prepare for the unexpected when fighting Damien, "By fair I mean no magic." Sara made sure she made the rules clear, causing Damien to roll his eyes. "Less talking, more fighting!" he yelled. Sara grasped at the hilt of her katana, squaring her body up as she was now ready for battle. Damien did the same, but he was the one to make the first move. The other katana that Damien stole from Sara was making a scratching noise up against the backstage floor. Sara wanted to cover her ears, but she couldn't. She knew that Damien was just trying to get to her even more, trying to find a weakness. Damien soon charged Sara with his katana upheld, going to his foreswing and following it with a backswing. Sara's katana met Damien's, their eyes interlocking with each other. His piercing blue eyes with her brown ones. They stared at each other for what felt like a eternity before moving again. The both of them could see all of the pain that they had to endure throughout their lives. Hate, anger, fear, loss, maybe even a small glimpse of love? No, no way... Two mortal enemies, and one killed the others sister, that's just downright wrong.... Sara pushed Damien back with her katana, she somehow managed to throw a kick to his stomach. Damien didn't even flinch. The two circled each other. Damien was the first one to take another shot again. The arching shot of the katana was swift, it tore the fabric of Sara's top right below her breast. It was less than inches away from tearing her skin open. Damien managed to smirk as he saw this. Damien turned left and swung his katana but Sara was able to parry it. Sara managed to push forward and started to hit Damien with a vast number of attacks. The fist two hits found Damien's katana but the last one caught his upper shoulder. To his luck, the wound wasn't that deep but it was enough to catch him off guard. Damien coddled his wound, as well as he could with one hand

because the other one was still holding the other katana he stole from Sara. Sara dropped her own katana to the ground as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. It was a nice relief getting her feelings out this way. Sara took her eyes off of Damien for only one moment. He dropped his katana to the ground as silently possible, smirking a bit as he noticed that Sara wasn't watching him. He wasn't going to take this opportunity for granted. "Who said our fight was over?" Damien questioned, but before Sara got a chance to answer, Damien used some of his magic on her.  She was pinned to the floor but Damien made it where she could get out of it if she really wanted to. Damien continued to smirk as he walked over to Sara and hovered over her, each of their bodies inches apart and their lips even closer. Damien took a breath in and out of his nose before he did what he was about to do....

Damien kissed her. He fucking kissed Sara. He must be crazy. Damien inched closer to Sara's lips as he closed his eyes, then placing his own lips subtly against hers. He felt Sara kiss him back for a second, if she were going to admit it, that was a whole different story. Sara soon reached a hand up to Damien's face and slapped him hard, "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" she questioned him and shot him a death glare. "Don't lie, I know you liked it. Otherwise you wouldn't have kissed me back-" Damien let out a chuckle. "I didn't like it at all. Now get the fuck off me so I can kill you once and for all." Sara remarked with a loud huff. "You honestly know that you could have moved anytime you wanted. I may be evil, but I still ask for consent." Damien stated truthfully. Sara rolled her eyes up at Damien before they met with his again. Something must be messed up in her head if she is actually considering sleeping with Damien. I mean, he killed her sister...so you would think that means no sleeping with the enemy, especially that one, right? Well..... Sara rolled out from under Damien as she got up from the floor and started to walk away. "Keep the swords." she insisted with a huff as she walked further away from him. Damien smirked to himself as he picked up the swords and set them down on a nearby crate. "I hate when you're fucking right." Sara huffed under her breath and made her way back over to Damien swiftly. "If you tell anyone about this, then you literally are a dead man." she threatened. Sara wrapped one arm around Damien as she let her other arm fall to her side. Damien did the same. They both shut their eyes and started to kiss each other. It started out soft and gentle but then it became rough and hungry, their tongues each fighting for dominance.

Meanwhile....on the Waverider- John and Mick had already started three kitchen fires and were both drunk out of their minds. It was surprising that they were actually able to stand. The kitchen reeked of burnt popcorn and cheap beer. Mick took a sip of his beer while he heard something unusual on the coms. He heard kissing. "Johnny! Come over here, listen to this!" Mick yelled out as John stumbled his way over to a chair, knocking one over on his path to get to that one. "So what? It's just Sara kissing someone. I wish it was me though." John remarked jealously then taking a handful of popcorn from his bowl. The two of them were so drunk they didn't know what they were hearing. Little did they know what they were hearing was actually what it made out to be. "Bloody hell, that other person lip-smacking with Sara is Damien Darhk. I would know that sound anywhere." "How would you-" Mick thought to himself for a moment, "Nevermind, I really don't want to know the answer to that." Mick's statement only caused John to let out a chuckle. "I don't think Sara realized that she left her com on so we gotta be quiet." John informed. Mick nodded to John in reply, the two of them stayed quiet as they listened. "Maybe we could have Gideon pull the two of them up on a video somehow." Mick suggested. "I thought I was the dirty wanker here." John joked but the two men were so drunk that Gideon managed to set the video feed up where they could see everything and Sara and Damien couldn't see them. "You're a bloody genius, Gid." John told Gideon as he raised a glass with Mick, "Cheers to Gideon!" The two of them were making so much noise that they were surprised they didn't get caught themselves, all they were doing was making sure their fellow captain was safe.... John and Mick had made a absolute mess of the Waverider. It was full of food crumbs and beer bottles. The two were lucky if they didn't get even more rats on the Waverider. Next....locating Nora Darhk-  It took Nate, Amaya, Ray, Zari, Jax, and Leo a good while to actually find where Nora ran off to. Ray and Nate wouldn't stop bickering about who could get with Amaya next. "If you two don't kindly shut up, I will freeze your balls." Leo informed them which caused Amaya to let out a brief chuckle, "Yeah, I already told you two to stop fighting over me. I'm not someone that can be won." she stated. Jax stuck to the very back, he wanted to be alone at the moment but he knew that the others had his back if he needed anything. Losing Stein really hit him hard. Ray wanted to help him out the most but Jax pushed him away. He was going to mourn and grieve in his own way before talking to anyone, but he knew that eventually he would feel okay. Zari was walking in the front of the group with Leo. It was quieter up there and had less bickering. Leo was someone that she soon confided in, she found out that he gave great advice. "Leo, c-c-can I tell you something?" Zari questioned as she dragged her feet up against the ground. "Yeah, you can tell me anything." Leo grinned at her as they walked just a bit ahead of the others. "I know that he literally just came on the Waverider last night....but I think I am crushing on John Constantine. I know..it sounds absoutely crazy but I can feel it deep down in my soul." Zari grinned to herself as she talked about him. Leo raised a eyebrow up at her, placing a hand up against her forehead, "Just making sure you don't have a fever- because you sound delusional." Leo joked with Zari as he punched her shoulder playfully. "I'm being serious." she rolled her eyes slightly at Leo. "I know you are, I just don't think either of you are ready for love? If that makes sense-" Leo shrugged to himself, he wasn't trying to sound offensive but it may have came off that way. "He does look like a total snack though. Maybe I can have him to myself for a night-"

"Leoooo-" Zari crossed her arms at him jokingly, "Not funny!" she stuck her tongue out at him as the rest of the team caught up with them. "I don't think Nora is around here anymore, but let's keep our guard up just in case." Ray informed the team. "Does that mean we can go back to the Waverider now?" Nate questioned as Ray shook his head, "I don't think any of us want to see the mess John and Mick have made. I rather face Sara's wrath first before having to see that mess." The entire team heard something weird over the coms. They just thought it was static interfering with their communication, so they turned them off. "I want to make a mess with John-" Zari mumbled under her breath lowly, Leo was the only one who heard her, "So do I." Back to....Whatever the fuck this is- Damien battled his tongue with Sara's. One moment his tongue was on top, the next it was under Sara's tongue that was nearly halfway down his throat. Occasionally one of them let a moan fall from their lips, which only turned the other one on even more. This was so foreign to them that both of them wanted to make a move but they were also frightened to do the wrong thing, almost like they thought if either of them made a wrong move then they would have a knife to the back. That was the right kind of mindset though, they each had their own reasons not to trust each other. Sara and Damien soon found both of their arms intertwined with one another. Sara finally found a way to get out the emotions she was holding back, even if it wasn't in the most healthiest way people would think. This was her way of mourning and showing feeling. No matter how fucked up it may be. Damien was honestly happy either way...well...happy is a strong word. He didn't exactly have the words to describe what was happening because he was currently dominating Sara with his tongue. This was each a fantasy of theirs at least once. Sara pulled her lips away from Damien because she needed to take a breath, she still stayed close to him though. That kiss sent literal shockwaves through her body, it left her wanting more. Feeling bold, Sara unbuttoned Damien's shirt, leaving it hanging open. She stared at his chest for a few moments. To her surprise, Damien was actually quite fit. Damien's mouth trailed down Sara's face, over her chin and down her neck, where he kissed and sucked on sensitive flesh. He left quite a few hickeys. Sara was going to have fun explaining that one to her team.... Damien discarded his button up, revealing his full chest and abs. Sara unknowingly started to gnaw at her lower lip as she saw him without his shirt for the first time. "I'm beginning to think that you actually like me." Damien stated with a smirk as he looked over at Sara gnawing her lower lip. "Please, you're just a pity fuck, a way to get my emotions out- It's me acting on my very last impulse from one dream I had. Don't get fucking cocky with me now or I won't hesitate to slice your throat right here and now." Sara informed Damien. Damien listened to Sara speak, he chuckled. "No one said anything about fucking- If I'm going to be honest, I had just one dream about you too. I don't doubt that you still have knives on you, so do I. I would be stupid not to." Sara rolled her eyes over at Damien, "Then why trust me enough for this?" she questioned him and raised her eyebrow. "We both want the same thing and it's a one time thing at that. Unless-" Damien stated. "I told you not to get fucking cocky, but I will give you one free pass. We will call a truce just this time..." Damien nodded his head in agreement to Sara. Damien took his turn and pulled Sara's shirt up over her head, revealing a extremely lacy black bra, Damien licked his lips when he saw her nipples straining to tear out of the fabric. Sara watched carefully as Damien's face lit up, seeing her matching black thong. As Sara's clothing was discarded to the floor, all you could hear was knives clanging against it. "Hold on a sec-" Sara mumbled as she pulled out a small switchblade from her bra. One can never be to careful. Sara kissed

Damien's chest, feeling him get goosebumps with the excitement. Sara was swift to take control and move her hand lower on his body, then cupping Damien's growing erection. "Oh", Damien let out a moan.

Sara teasingly licked down his chest to his stomach, and then lower, getting down on her knees.

Looking up at Damien with hooded eyes, Sara pulled Damien's pants down with one swift movement. Sara then hooked her fingers at the hem of his boxers and slid them down, freeing his erection. "I-I didn't think it was that big. It's fucking huge." Sara grinned as she looked up at Damien once more. "Do you like it?" Damien questioned Sara as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Of course I like it." she admitted truthfully. "I thought you only liked girls-" Damien added.

"Don't push your luck, Daddy Darhkest." she rolled her eyes up at Damien and flicked her tongue up against the tip of his member. Sara rather liked the nickname that she gave Damien. Sara took his entire member in, sucking on him lovingly. Damien let out a unexpected moan. Sara didn't even know that she had a gag reflex...but she soon found out. Sara continued to suck up and down his length for a few moments, every once in a while his member hit the back of her throat which caused her to gag. Damien entangled his fingers in her hair, pulling at it ever so often. The only noise filling backstage was the sound of Damien's moans and the faint noise of Sara sucking on him. Since the two of them both had a really high endurance, they could honestly go all night if they wanted. Sara sucked on Damien for about six minutes before he was coming close. When he was close, she started to suck him faster. His sweet juices began to drip off the sides of Sara's mouth, he let out a loud moan as Sara swallowed all that she could. Sara slowly pulled herself off of his member, licking her lips. "I hope you liked that." she stated before standing back up. "I loved it." Damien stated honestly with a smirk on his face. "Aye, we don't use the L word around here." Sara informed him with a smile that wasn't forced for once. Damien pulled Sara closer as they started to kiss again. Damien's hand wrapped around Sara's back as he unclipped her bra, watching it fall to the floor.  Sara rather not admit that she was already soaked but Damien would find out sooner or later. Damien gently placed one hand upon Sara's breast. The look in Damien's eye told Sara that he wanted her thong off, and fast. Damien brought his head down, taking her nipple into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth. Sara threw her head back in pure bliss and let out a rather loud moan in reaction to this. Damien then used both hands to swiftly push Sara's thong down and off, bringing one hand up to cup her breast, the other hand found it's way between Sara's legs. Sara let out a gasp when he started to stroke her folds. The look on Damien's face told Sara that he was excited to already find her moist and ready for him. "Damien, I need you-" Sara mumbled lowly as she looked up into his eyes. "Sara Lance begging? Now that's a sight to see." Damien joked which only caused Sara to punch him on the shoulder. Damien curled his fingers up inside Sara's clit, she let out another moan for him as she leaned into his shoulder, "I fucking hate you-" she rolled her eyes at him. "Well-if you hate me then maybe I should stop." Damien teased. "Go ahead. I don't care if you do." Sara lied, Damien pumped his fingers in and out of Sara. "Mmm-fuck you-" she moaned out against him.

Damien smirked, the two of them could play at this game forever but he was going to give in to Sara. He picked her up swiftly and set her up against some comfortable stage props. Sara hooked one of her legs over Damien's as he eased into her, their hands continuing to caress each other as the their tongues fought for dominance. One of Damien's hands helped hold on to her leg, as his other was still on Sara's breast, caressing it lightly. After Sara got adjusted to Damien's size, the only thing that could be heard was skin slapping against each other and moans that echoed. The two of them did this for a good twenty minutes. Damien began to pant in pleasure as Sara dug her nails into his back, his moans encouraging her along. Damien thrusted into Sara a few more times, her moans filling the room. That was what sent her crashing over the edge. Sara's insides clamped down on his hard member, which sent Damien over the edge, filling her completely. The two of them were breathing hard and had a sheen of sweat covering their bodies. Damien rolled off of Sara and onto his back, trying to catch his breath. "That was....wow." Sara gasped out, causing Damien to give out a light chuckle. Sara inched her way closer to Damien and placed another kiss on his lips. When the two broke apart from the kiss, Sara laid her head on Damien's chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was so melodic that she nearly found herself falling asleep. Damien snuggled up against her warm body and wrapped his arms around her. "Do you think we could ever do this again?" Damien questioned curiously. "Depends..." Sara responded while snuggling into Damien even more. "Depends on what, love?" Damien asked. "Depends if I will ever find time to do this again." Sara responded. "We have literally all the time in the world." Damien replied while placing a kiss to Sara's forehead. "I know...but I have that same world to save. Try not to cause more anachronisms please?" Sara punched Damien's arm playfully as he nodded in reply, "I would really like to do this again, at least one more time." he grinned down at Sara for the first time ever. "I'll think about it. How about we each keep one of my swords as a memory of this day?" Sara questioned Damien and he nodded, "Sounds like a plan." "I better get going-or my team is going to suspect something is up if they don't already." Sara wanted to stay with Damien longer but she knew that it was probably the best choice to leave. "Do me a huge favor and don't kill Billy Idol for me, please." Sara added while looking up into Damien's eyes. "Deal. It's the least I could do." he replied and gave Sara a goodbye kiss that lasted about ten minutes. Sara got up and grabbed her clothes, slipping them on swiftly. Sara made sure not to forget any knives as she was putting them back in her clothing. She left one of her katanas for Damien while she grabbed the other one for herself. Sara watched Damien put his clothing back on, leaving her to gnaw at her lip. The two of them waved goodbye to one another. Each of them having a smile going from ear to ear. Sara made her way from backstage, Damien was gone in a blink of the eye. It was getting dark out, Sara just realized that she forgot to turn her com off... After a few minutes, Sara went on board to the Waverider. It still smelled like cheap beer and burnt popcorn but this was the first time tonight she was smelling it because she was kind of...busy. "Nate? Where the hell are you?" Sara questioned as she looked around the Waverider, no one else was anywhere to be seen but the condition of the kitchen told otherwise. "Who's wise idea was it to leave you to knuckleheads in charge?" Sara looked between Mick and John. "I don't know, whose wise idea was it to let you go knockin' boots with the bloody enemy?" John questioned Sara with a raise of his eyebrow. Mick was busy finishing off a beer at the moment. "I-" Sara was honestly speechless. No reason she came up with would be a valid one. She was honestly glad that it was John and Mick on the Waverider currently because they were

easier to persuade, well at least Mick was. "Please don't tell the others." Sara looked down but still smiled from ear to ear, "I'll owe ya one."  "Hmm, deal. I honestly didn't enjoy seeing Damien's bloody cock but your body is marvelous." John stated as he licked his lips. "Mhm, I'm sure you didn't like his cock. You're just jealous that I sucked his and not yours." Sara teased John lightly as he shrugged, "It's your loss love, mine is bigger than his and I'm probably more skillful too." Sara rolled her eyes at John and decided to leave the conversation at that. Sara turned her attention over to Mick, "Is there anything that I can get you so will keep my secret?" she questioned as he finished his beer. "More beer." he uttered, Sara went and grabbed him one more. Mick honestly looked wasted but she knew that if he forgot about what Sara did, John would just remind Mick anyways. "I heard Zari say that she had a little crush on you, Johnny boy-" Mick spoke up as John grabbed himself a beer and practically chugged down the entire thing. "That is sweet if she really did say that. I'm honestly flattered but I'm not a relationship kind of a bloke. I'm more of a one and done type of bloke. I wouldn't want to hurt her, she would deserve a lot better than me." John rubbed at the back of his neck and stated truthfully. The rest of The Legends were now making there way back to the Waverider. It didn't take them long to get there since they had no luck finding Nora Darhk. She probably was just a distraction for the real 'threat'. Ray was the first one to board the Waverider, he immediately plugged his nose because of the smell. Next came Nate and Amaya. The two of them were talking about movies that they should watch together, coming to a agreement that they should just stay friends as planned before. Leo walked on to the ship, he looked around and saw a trail of crumbs leading from the kitchen to the wheel of the Waverider. Jax went back to doing repairs on the Waverider as soon as possible, it was his way of coping with the loss of Stein. Zari was the last one to board. She honestly didn't realize that she didn't turn off her com before revealing that she has a small crush on John. The whole team was honestly beat. Leo walked back to his bunk and crashed as Nate and Amaya went to watch a movie together. Ray and Zari made their way to the kitchen and saw a passed out Mick. John was chugging down another beer. Sara was cleaning up some of the mess that John and Mick had made, but it was a lot for one person to clean. "How did it go finding Nora?" Sara questioned Zari and Ray, "She was a no show, how was it fighting the assassin?" Zari asked as she started to help with the clean up. She picked up a few bottles off the ground as John stumbled out of his chair, taking the empty bottles from the table and throwing them away. "It went well. They look more worse than me." Sara lied and realized that she had hickeys on her neck, she swiftly covered them. "I-uhm-need to get cleaned up. I think I'm going to take a cold shower. Are you guys going to be okay here?" Sara questioned. "I think so. I can help clean up around here for a bit." Ray replied with a grin. "Okay, that sounds good. Ray, I'm sorry for being so snippy with you earlier. It wasn't right of me." Sara apologized. "It's fine, Sara. We all have bad days." Ray grinned even more before pulling Sara into a hug. She hugged him back briefly before walking off toward the shower. Ray picked up a few bottles and he picked up the popcorn crumbs up off the ground. No matter how many times Ray told Mick to pick up after himself, he never did it. Ray sighed as he looked down at the passed out Mick. "Would you two mind if I carried him off to bed?" Ray questioned as he helped Mick up. He ended up waking up but still needed help standing, Mick was clearly wasted. "No, we don't mind." Zari and John replied in unison.  Zari and John continued to pick up his and Mick's mess. The room was filled with awkward silence for the most part. Zari finally worked up the guts to speak up. "Uh, how

was your day?" she questioned while throwing away a bottle at the same time John did. Their hands ended up brushing against each other which caused Zari to blush. "My day was good. I got to learn more about Mick and I drank my pain, sorrows, and feelings away like usual. How was your day?" John admitted bluntly. "Drinking this much isn't good for you-" Zari sighed as she picked up a few used cigarettes off the kitchen counter. "Neither is smoking but I guess we are all going to die one day. My day was good too, other then having to listen to Ray and Nate bicker over who gets Amaya. I got closer with Leo too, he's like my best friend now."  "That is true, we all die one day. It happens to the best and the worst of us," John face formed into a grin, "I could tell. Seems that some little lass has a crush on me." Zari looked away from John and blushed, "I do not-"  "Your cheeks tell otherwise." John let out a chuckle as he pulled Zari into a hug, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "It's quite fine, just know that I'm one complicated bloke." he rubbed at the back of his neck a little bit. "Well, I'm one complicated lass." Zari stepped up on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on John's forehead.

[mistressvera]

Technically... it is his house. His name is on the title.

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[anthonybrxdgerton]

[echowritten]

get ready to age ten years at minimum :  WEEKEND AT WYATT'S  ---  when a found family of six absolute IDIOTS   ( and one very tired aeron )   spend what is meant to be a fun weekend away from the city, chaos abounds. between the mutual pining between no less than four of them, confessions of ill-advised, long ago crushes, and purely coincidental   ( they swear )   bed sharing, the question becomes: who will make it out alive?

STARRING :  WYATT, an absolute bastard living his best life while pointedly ignoring the gaze one one biochemist.  JEMMA, a biochemist armed with her trusty flow chart of these morons and how they all know each other. DELILAH, who's down to clown until the focus shifts to just how many nights she spends at the home of DAMIEN, a hotheaded idiot with abandonment issues who's entirely clueless, particularly in regards to his fellow chaos being. NORA, whose innocent attempt at breaking the tension reveals a long-buried crush on the far-too-tired-to-be-here BENJI, that might just be the death of them both. that just leaves AERON, the only sane man who'd only been looking for a weekend away, to figure out how to survive the weekend, armed with only his snacks the only braincell in fifty square miles.

@analyticallyminded  /  @riskembraced

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A Family’s Protection

Requested by Anon

When you were adopted by Damien Darhk, you were a little sceptical; thinking he was a little strange. You didn’t trust him straight away, but you were still thankful that you had been adopted. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had a lot of time to get to know him that made you wary of him?

This was a few years ago now. Now you loved your new family; your father Damien and your sister Nora. It took you a while to fully trust Damien, especially after he told you who the Darhks were and they did. Nora had helped you trust and love him. That’s why you loved Nora. Probably the most out of the two. She helped you from the start; with your father and your new-found abilities. You weren’t as capable of doing magic as Nora or Damien was, but you were learning at a good pace. Your father and sister couldn’t be prouder. However, just is with every family there is proudness and protectiveness.

Although the two of them were training you in the dark arts, Nora had to insist that you stay behind whenever a mission came up. “Nora-doll, I know you’re protective of y/n but she needs to get out someday” Damien was trying to convince Nora that you were ready for your first mission but to no avail.

“No! She may she could get hurt by the Legends or worse” Nora was starting to get a bit angry at her father for even suggesting such an idea. You loved Nora to pieces even though she was being over protective.

“Honey, I doubt the Legends would kill her. They’re heroes. It isn’t their style”

“We’re getting nowhere with this. I’m annoyed”

“Hi Annoyed, I’m Dad!” With that he burst out laughing at his own joke to which Nora rolled and started to walk away. Unbeknownst to them, you had been watching the entire argument, smiling to yourself sometimes. Up until Damien’s joke, you had been quiet as to not disturb them but now you were laughing your head off at your father.

By now you were on the floor, just laughing at yourself more than anything. Nora and Damien just looked at each other and smiled. They weren’t shocked to realise that you had been listening in as you have done many times before. They were just happy that you were happy.

Suddenly, you screeched as you were tackled into a hug by Nora. “So” you began “Does this mean I can go on a mission with you both?”

“We’ll see, y/n” Nora smirked at you kindly. Damien offered you both a hand and helped you get up.

“Don’t worry, y/n sweetie” your father said “you’ll be out on missions in no time”

“And we will protect you the whole time” Nora added

You held the hands of your family and felt safe, always.

[hope-for-olicity]

Trip Down Memory Lane #69

It’s no secret that Season 6 of Arrow has left me beyond miserable - but I remain cautiously optimistic about Season 7. However, I still need cheering so I’m remembering times when Arrow made me happy. There was a whole lot of happy and good before I had my heart broken.

Thanks to those who made the gifs!

@memcjo @wherethereissmoak @green-arrows-of-karamel @mel-loves-all  @charlinert @vaelisamaza @tdgal1 @oliverfel4 @spaztronautwriter  @laurabelle2930 @coal000 @miriam1779 @swordandarrow @onceuponarrow  @cruzrogue

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Is it wrong that I was feeling the vibes between Ray and Nora Darhk?  First, with the way Damien was treating them.  Then that final scene between Ray and Nate discussing Nora.

[thequeenofpixels]

So, I’m playing LoveLink now, and I noticed some characters are the same, I listed some of them that I already confirmed:

Skylar Quinn x Jaden Bower

Sam Knight x Michael Evans

Austin Russo x Damien Jones

William Crome x Julien Alexandre

Daniel Anderson x Ryan Byrne

Min-Jae Lee x Liam Park

Oliver Black x Stefan Silver

Adam Johnson x Dominic Wright

Rafael Becker x Wyatt Moore

Seth Evans x Jamie Grant x Julia Greene

Marco Bottazzi x Hugo Hornsby

Jake  Gonzales x Zayn Kassab

Jonathan Hayes x Albert Bishop

Antoine Dawson x Noah Noah Cruz

Kayla Summers x Jasmin Medina

Clementine Hill x Grace Kim

Milena Sarafian x Ana Samarine

Samantha Clark x Aesha Nora 

Vitoria Voznesensky x Sage Foster

Emmalyn Roberts x Angel Reed

Eve Rockwood x Alice Martin 

I plan to add the others later... but some of them we can’t match yet I suppose... 

_____________________

Edit: I stopped playing LoveLink, the game is too expensive. It was good while it last.

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Nora Dhark x Legend!Reader - Well, This Is Unexprcted

Requested by Anon - Hi! I was wondering if you write for Legends of Tommorow? Because I wanted to request one where the reader is a newbie to the Legends and the Dharks don't know about them yet so they were sent to go undercover and try find out more about the next plan of attack of the Dharks. But Nora develops a kind of a crush on them? And then they hit it off talking, the next time the Dharks and Legends meet on the battlefield Reader and Nora are like "Well, this is, unexpected."

Note - Sorry if this is so short

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You were one of the newer additions to the Legends. You lived in the late 1800s, and your unusual knowledge on infiltration tactics and martial arts swayed the team to allow you to join. You were in awe of the Waverider, the technology far more advanced than anything you had ever seen before. You revelled in the simple clothing you were allowed to wear, because clothes from your own time were far too bulky for even your liking. You had learned of the Dhark’s, the newest enemy that the crew were facing. “We need to know what they’re doing!” Sara stated, pacing the bridge. The rest of the team was spaced out around the main console, watching her walk back and forth.

“Gideon can't track their movements?” Amaya asked, leaning on the console.

“Unfortunately, I can only find one instance of both Damien and Nora Dhark being in the same place.” You still hadn’t gotten used to Gideon, and jumped every time her voice echoed through the ship. The images appeared above the console, glowing faintly. “Both Damien and Nora appear on August twenty-eight, nineteen-sixty-three, at the Martin Luthor King-”

“They’re at the MLK speech?” Nate interrupted standing. “We gotta stop them.”

“That’s not a smart play.” Ray said, wringing his hands. “That speech was crucial in the Anti-Racism movement at the time. If our entire team were to show up, we’d probably disrupt the entire thing.”

“So only one person needs to go?” Zari asked. She popped a piece of food in her mouth. “Not it.”

“Why don't we send (Y/N)?” Nate suggested. Everyone turned to you. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, nervously shifting in your seat. “I haven't been on a field mission with you guys before.”

“That's a great idea.” Sara said. “They don't know who you are, so you can infiltrate them.” You nodded reluctantly.

“Ok..ok...I can do this.”

Watching the speech, you decided that you, in fact, could not do this. Your palms were sweaty and you swore that the guy a few feet back was eying you. You concluded that being here with a strange man was not worth the risk. So you left. You wove through the crowd, trying to lose the man that was now clearly following you. You didn't see where you were going and bumped into someone. You glanced up and saw who it was, not trying to give away that you knew exactly who was in front of you. “Are you alright?” Damien asked.

“Oh, yes, I’m ok.” You said, glancing behind you. The man had broken through the crowd and was stalking up to you. Damien glanced up at the man. 

“Stay back, with my daughter.” Damien nudged you back, to where Nora was standing behind him. You shuffled backwards, standing next to Nora. You could feel Nora’s eyes on you as her father dealt with the man. 

“Thank you, kind sir, for finding my wife.” The man said. You cringed, the man was almost three times your age, and was starting to grey. 

“Ha, uh no.” Damien said, giving him a mocking laugh. “You see, here’s how it's going to go. You’re going to walk away and leave us alone.”

“I don't think so.” The man took a step forward, reaching toward you. Damian lifted his hand, and started to choke the man out. He lifted the man into the air. 

“Go away.” Damian ordered. He set the man down, and he scrambled away 

“Are you ok?” Nora asked, turning to you. You hadn’t seen a picture of Nora, and you wish you had. You were stunned into silence. She was gorgeous. Dark hair and brown eyes that seemingly bore into your soul. 

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine…” You breathed. 

Getting in with the Dhark’s was a lot easier than you expected it to be. After saving you from that creep, Damian and Nora were kind enough to open their home to you, and soon enough, they felt comfortable to include you in their plans. To keep your guise of their ally, you told them the best ways to execute them. You and Nora got closer and closer. It was clear that something was there, even Damien could see it, he purposefully left you two alone a couple of times to see if anything would happen. Nothing ever did, but he was holding out hope. 

“They haven't been planning anything major.” You explained. “Just trying to gain investors so that their plan can work in the future. But they do have this warehouse that they’re keeping some valuable items, along with more of those Time Stones they use.”

“Then we get them.” Amaya said. “Break in, get the stones and get out of there, they can't have the ability to move through time as much as they have.”

“Everyone suit up.” Sara ordered. 

After everyone changed into their suits, you lead the team into the warehouse, sneaking in and dispatching of the security team quickly. You lead the group over to the crates in the back corner of the warehouse and pried one of the crates open. In it, was mounds of straw, and resting on top of that was the Time Stones. Everyone grabbed a couple, stuffing them into any available pockets you had. “Is that all of them?” Ray asked. You nodded. 

“Yeah, that's it, let's get out of here.” You stated.  You turned tail and hurried out of there. However, you were interuptde by a small platoon of the Dhark’s best soldiers. At their head, was Nora. You paled. You hadnt even told her you wernt gonna be at the base that day, and you didn't expect her to come for a simple break in. 

“Y/N?” Nora breathed. “You’re…”

“I’m sorry.” You said. “I…”

“How could you?” Nora demanded. “We trusted you!”

“I know!” You exclaimed. “I didn't want to hurt you, but these guys saved me from my horrid life, I lived in the eighteen-hundreds! Do you know how bad the hygiene was in that time? We washed ourselves with a sponge and crusty soap. I love you, Nora, but I can't betray them.” The Legends glanced at you, their eyes widening. A blast of energy shot from your left, as Ray sttacked, and all hell broke loose. The Legends and the platoon members were facing off. You didn't like violence if you could avoid it, so you wee mainly dodging attacks or directing them into the Legends’ path for them to deal with. You yelped when a hand caught your arm, and you appeared in a forest. You stumbled, falling backwards and gazing up at Nora. 

“Do you mean it?” She asked. “Do you…?”

“Yeah, I like you.” You muttered. You then looked around at the new world. 

“Where are we?”

“Two-Thousand and Nineteen.” You blinked as you slowly got to your feet. 

“Why?”

“So we can live together in relative peace? People are more tolerent of same-sex relationships, we can be happy here.”

“What about your father?” You asked. “The Legends?”

“They won't look for us here.” Nora stepped forward and took your hands. “I love you too, (Y/N), here we can be together, safe.”

“Yes.” You replied, gripping Nora’s hands tightly. The two of you smiled at each other. You admit, living with Nora will be hard, but you don't doubt that you could make it work.

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