Please imagine long after the war, Shepard and Garrus pick up dancing as a hobby. Since their little tango on the citadel, they’ve longed to experience it again - the way their bodies moved together, how it expressed emotions better than words could, how it felt like it was just them.
For someone who could never really dance by herself, Shepard’s a quick learner when it comes to dancing with the one she loves and trusts above any other.
They enjoy it so much they decide to enter a dancing competition. Something different, but rewarding. And at every show, no matter what style the dance is or even if they stuff up, they captivate the audience. There’s just something about the two of them dancing together, something so intimate, so real, so… right.
They don’t care if they win. They try, sure, but at the end of the day, they just enjoy the experience as a couple. They couldn’t ask for more.
A short thingy I had to get out of my head. Not angsty despite that opening. AO3 link.
Jason rolled the tiny smoke bombs. They were nearly silent on the filthy corporate berber of the abandoned office building. They deployed at the feet of the nearest two kidnappers, the door guards.
He sprinted past them to take out the one holding the AR-15 first. Disarmed and KO-ed in one smooth, brutal movement as Jason spun the rifle into the outstretched arm-and-Colt-1911 of the next nearest man, ignoring the pistol as it fired close to him. He grabbed this one and broke his gun arm, tossing him bodily into the one of the door guards as he tried to rush him.
Pulled his own pistol and shot the door guard that had been moving toward the figure hanging from the ceiling before he could put a gun to the hostage’s head. Managed to shoot Mr. Colt 1911 as he pulled a second gun with his unbroken arm, before dodging the sloppy tackle of the last door guard, who had recovered.
Mad now. Seeing red as he ignored the gun in his hand in favor of kneeing Door Guard a few rapid times in the belly before letting him go so he could savagely pull the man’s face down onto his own heavily padded kneecap and let him fall limp to the floor. He kicked and threw weapons out of reach of the ones who might live before holstering his own gun and striding to the suspended figure just as it dropped heavily to the floor.
“Hey, old man,” Jason wasn’t even out of breath as he moved quickly to Bruce’s side, “Are you hurt?”
“No, Jay,” Bruce said softly from where he lay on his side. He was half-smiling in a way that made Jason feel both warm and unsettled. He helped Bruce sit up. Took stock of the three-piece, probably unsalvageable. Just because Bruce Wayne had to be kidnap-able didn’t mean Bruce made it easy. Bruising alongside his mouth where he’d been punched and a swollen left eye. Raw around the wrists where he’d been tied. Pupils, wide-blown and glassy looking. Explained what had taken him so long to escape.
“I’ve got him,” Jason spoke into the comm, “Kidnappers down for the count. They drugged him – he’s movin’ slow.”
“Be careful. You remember what happened the last time he got tranqed,” Dick warned. Drugs rarely had their intended effects on Bruce anymore.
“Jay,” Bruce said groggily, grabbing Jason’s chin with hands that hadn’t quite gotten their circulation back. He was smushing Jason’s mouth into a silly shape, but Jason played along. He wasn’t about to get anything broken like that poor Watchtower med tech.
“Yesh?” he answered, hamming it up and waggling his eyebrows a bit. Like he hadn’t just (probably) killed several men.
“Jason,” was all Bruce said, frowning a little now in concentration as he tried to focus on Jason’s face.
Jason pulled his chin out of Bruce’s grip, which was tightening.
“How’s about we stand up and move on outta here, B?” Jason gently slung Bruce’s arm over his shoulders and pressed Bruce into a standing position. Bruce slumped against him drunkenly.
Jason steered them around the debris of broken kidnappers and bedraggled office furniture.
“Always loved watching you fight, Jay,” Bruce said a little dreamily as they moved through the buildings empty halls.
“Yeah?” Jason tipped his head forward to see Bruce’s face. He had that weird smile again.
“Dick. Fighting is another type of performance for Dick. Until his back is against the wall. Always making things…elegant,” he slurred, “or funny.” He chuckled a little at some memory.
“And Tim. Tim is fast. Makes up for that lack of reach with everything he’s got. Gets there ahead of everyone. Two steps ahead.”
“Thought we were talking about me here,” Jason muttered, taking Bruce through some old swing doors to another corridor.
“Damian’s not old enough. Hasn’t settled into one style. Sneaky though.”
“Well, yeah,” Jason agreed, voice droll.
“-is perfect.” they finished together.
Finally hitting fresh air they walked slowly out the bay doors at the back of the huge office complex, toward the car Jason had parked a quarter mile down the road, out of sight. Bruce was still leaning heavily on Jason, trying not to let his feet drag. Not quite succeeding.
“And what am I, old man?”
Bruce smiled crookedly at him with slightly bloodied teeth.
“A hammer.” He let the pronouncement fall heavy. “You come down on them like the hammer of God. Focused.” His mouth stretched a little wider in something that was not quite a smile.
Grinning, Jason squeezed a little with the arm that was supporting Bruce. Together they made their way across the weed-strewn parking lot.
So I just posted a list of popular Dramione authors and their most popular fics for a new ship member, and mentioned that I would make a separate post for few popular fics with authors who are not as popular. The problem with recommending fics that are popular is that when DramioneAsks recommends any fic, people go read it, and like it, and favorite/follow/review it, and then it only increases the fic’s popularity, causing us to recommend the same “Most Popular” fics over-and-over again.
So here I am adding a list of authors who may not be current in the fandom anymore, but who wrote some popular fics (that are at least 5 years old) that we love to read and share. I encourage you to check out the other fics of these authors.
Also, make sure to check out new fics regularly (we post them from our queue daily), and remember to favorite, follow and review fics as your read them, so that you can help your favorite new authors join the “popular club.” You can also help by submitting recommendations of newer fanfiction for us to share with others.
Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning, dubious medical procedures.
A/N: Enter: Tony Stark and Clint Barton, and a new life long bond is established.
Bucky doesn’t seem phased by the question and fishes his cellphone out of his pocket. “Go ahead” he says and hands the phone over to Bruce.
“And don’t even think of accusing my Omega for this, because I instructed him to leave his at home” Bucky adds calmly and looks over to Steve for conformation briefly.
Steve nods instantly, a hard look in his eyes.
Bruce sighs and nods. “Sorry. I’m still gonna have tech take a look at your phone”
“Sure” Bucky shrugs and turns to Steve, giving his Omega a stern look in order to calm him down. Steve is seething, angry because Bucky just risked his life for this man, and Javen, when he has no ties whatsoever to them. This is just his job. Nothing more. And still, he’ll risk everything, and this is what he gets in return. It’s not right.
Slowly working my way out of my RP Hiatus! Boosting is appreciated. ♥
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