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nyssarra · 4 years

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Beloved

Chapter: Six of ?

Summary: Nyssa has a ring and a beautiful sunset now all she needs is for Sara to say yes.

Fandom: Arrow and DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance.

Characters: Nyssa al Ghul, Sara Lance, Ray Palmer, and Quentin Lance.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Lemons aka Proposal smut!

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Nyssa carefully programmed the shrink ray before pointing it at the camping supplies laid out in the Jump Ship. Once everything was a quarter of their size she stopped the ray and pulled the glove off of her hand.

“Good job,” Ray said, giving her a pat on the back. “You sure are a quick learner.”

“Thank you Mr. Palmer for assisting me in my endeavor,” Nyssa said as she quickly packed everything away into two simple bags that would be easy for her and Sara to carry.

“Oh well, anything for you and Sara. We're all so excited for tomorrow,” Ray said, raising his eyebrows and rolling from his heels to stand on his toes.

“As am I.” Nyssa smiled as well. “You are set to pick up the rest of the Lance family as well as everyone in Star City, yes?”

“Yep, we'll pick them up on the Waverider before heading out to meet you guys everyone has RSVP even Felicity and the kids.”

“Good, it'll be nice to see them again and I'm sure Sara will enjoy sharing this with her family, but remember you are not to disembark from the Waverider until Sara has said yes, if she declines...”

“Sara is not going to say no,” Ray said, putting his hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “She loves you and she will want to marry you.”

“Sara is many things and I am sure of her love, but I am also sure of her desire to be free,” Nyssa said as she pulled the ring box out of her pocket and opened it. The ring seemed like a rope that would both link them for life and would tie Sara down. She'd hate to cage her beloved yellow bird and the more she thought of it and more that doubt filled her mind.

“Nyssa, has Sara told you that she wanted to get married?” Ray asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, she has expressed this sentiment before, which sparked my interest in purchasing this ring.”

“Then she's going to say yes. Take it from someone who's married, marriage isn't about holding yourself down. It's about commitment, and love, and having a shared life.”

Nyssa finally looked up at him and Ray nodded reassuringly. Nyssa closed the box in her hands and held it against her chest, before slipping it back into her pocket. Ray was right, Sara had talked so fondly about being with Nyssa forever insinuating that she wanted a ring on her finger.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, what are friends for?”

Ray left and Nyssa finished packing everything. She looked it over to make sure everything was perfect, before packing the bags under the seats of the Jump Ship. Then she went off in search of Sara. Nyssa found her Beloved in their room, lacing up her hiking boots.

“Are you ready?” Nyssa asked, approaching her and kneeling down to tie Sara's laces.

“As ready as I'll ever be for this mysterious weekend getaway,” Sara said standing up and taking Nyssa’s hand.

Nyssa leaned in to press a kiss to Sara's lips. “Trust me.”

Sara smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. “I always do.”

Nyssa led Sara to the Jump Ship and sat in the pilot's seat as Sara sat in the seat to her left. Nyssa then pulled out a blindfold handed it to Sara.

Sara rolled her eyes as she took the blindfold. “Is this really necessary?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

Nyssa smiled as Sara put it on and turned back to the screen. Gideon had already programmed their destination. All she had to do was press a button and let Gideon fly them to their destination.

“I said no peeking,” Nyssa tsked as she caught Sara's eye in a mirror. “Or I shall restrain you.”

“Promise?” Sara asked pulling the blindfold back in place with a smirk.

Nyssa took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Must her Beloved’s sexual desires appear at the worst of times? Sara must have seen Nyass’s reaction as when she looked back at her, Sara’s hands were folded in her lap and she had turned her head forward.

“Okay, I'll be good,” Sara relented a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Worry not,” Nyssa reassured her. “I shall reward your patience soon enough.”

Without further ado, Gideon took them to the foothills of the Cascade mountains. Nyssa turned and reached out to put a hand on Sara's knee as it bounced in anticipation. Sara smiled and Nyssa undid Sara’s buckles before pulling her up. She put an arm around Sara's waist and carefully led her down the steps of the Jump Ship. She removed the blindfold and Sara blinked in the light as she looked around.

The Canadian forest was alive with the sound of squirrels and birds chirping as the wind whistled through the trees. It was mid afternoon, but Nyssa knew the hike wouldn't take very long, especially at their pace. They would be able to set up camp and watch the sunset on a ledge that looked out over the forest peaks. The path ahead of them curved around the sunny forest ready for them to travel.

“It's beautiful,” Sara said leaning into Nyssa and taking a moment to watch the forest.

“It has been awhile since we have been able to enjoy a good hike and camping trip, and I know how much you love the trees.”

“Thank you.”

Sara turned around and wrapped her arms around Nyssa, tilting her head to press their lips together. Sara was so warm and full of life and Nyssa could taste the sun on her lips. She could have stayed forever like that, in this quiet moment, kissing Sara and feeling her smile against their lips. Nyssa pulled back but leaned in again one last time to kiss Sara’s cheek. Then, she untangled herself from Sara's arms and retrieved the packs from the Jump Ship.

Nyssa got out two water bottles, making sure they were secure on the side of their packs, and pulled out her compass, just in case. Although, it was a familiar trail for both of them, one they had hiked every time they were in Canada. Sara let her hat dangle from her neck and Nyssa poured a good amount of sunscreen onto her hands. She rubbed it into Sara's cheeks as Sara scratched up her nose and closed her eyes at the assault.

“You don't have to do this you know. It'll be fine, I'll just freckle,” Sara said through gritted teeth as her eyes remained closed.

“Yes you will freckle, but you will also burn,” Nyssa said and she continued to rub the sunscreen down Sara’s neck, making sure to get her ears.

Sara just huffed and let her do it. She had gotten used to Nyssa’s overprotectiveness, especially when it came to sunscreen. Nyssa moved down to rub it into Sara’s shoulders and Sara finally relaxed. She spent a little extra time massaging Sara's shoulders and getting out the tightness at the base of her neck. Sara whined as Nyssa pulled away, but Nessa quickly placated her with a quick kiss. Then she took Sara's hand and led her down the path.

As they walked up the trail, the forest came to life with the sounds of birds and squirrels and other wildlife, singing in the forest. The afternoon sun filtered through the green pine trees leaving little spots of sunlight glittering through and occasionally catching on Sara’s golden hair.

Sara’s hair was magnified by her brilliant smile and she skipped and ran through the forest like a child. Her childish excitement was infectious as Nyssa smiled as she followed along, playing with her as they ran up the trail. Sara never let go of her hand and tugged her along, but Nyssa forced her to slow down. She wanted them to take it easy and pointed out the occasional rare bird or flower.

As they hiked, Nyssa watched Sara. The smile never left her face and Sara would occasionally glance over and catch her staring and Nyssa would just smile back at her.

“You’re completely lovestruck aren't you?” Sara teased, her leaning over to bump her hip against Nyssa’s.

“Yes,” Nyssa said as she looked over at Sara and captured Sara's waist, pulling her in. “Because the sight of you completely happy is something that brings me great joy, my Beloved.”

Sara laughed, that beautiful sound that had Nyssa falling in love with her all those years ago and sent her heart aflutter even now. Nyssa was overwhelmed by how much she loved Sara and couldn't help but kiss her.

Sara moaned as she settled in Nyssa’s arms, when they paused Sara wrapped her arms around Nyssa’s neck. Nyssa’s brain always short circuited whenever she was kissed, especially by Sara. All she could think about was Sara's lips on her own as Sara murmured and sucked her bottom lip.

There was something so wonderful about being kissed. The way their lips intimately touched. It was an expression of love and wanting. Every time Sara kissed her, she felt so honored to be on the receiving end of Sara's affection.

Sara continued to kiss her and opened her mouth for Nyssa as she let her tongue fill Sara’s mouth. Things quickly turned heated as Nyssa’s heart pounded in her chest and Sara held her head. They quickly tumbled down onto the forest floor. Nyssa got pine needles in her hair and Sara’s back was covered in dirt, but their lips remain glued together as wandering hand-pulled at tight clothing.

Sara was devilishly good at making Nyssa lose her mind and her clothes. However, they had to reach the cliffside before sunset. She rolled over and untangled herself from Sara pulling away so that Sara wasn't touching her. Sara made the most heartbreaking little whine and reached out to her. Nyssa got up and offered Sara her hand, pulling her up, but maintained their distance.

“We must keep going if we are to set up camp before nightfall.”

Sara whined and pouted as Nyssa started to walk ahead of her, leaving Sara behind. Sara’s foul mood only lasted for a moment as she ran to catch up to her and grabbed Nyssa’s hand, holding it as they walked. When Nyssa looked back at her, Sara met her with a happy smile and Nyssa leaned in to kiss her cheek.

They continued walking and eventually, they made it to the clearing. Sara unceremoniously dropped her bag and Nyssa pulled everything out and grew it back to size. They worked as a team to set up the tent, fire, and dinner. Sara made their beds in the tent as Nyssa secured the food in the trees and tucked the ice chest safely tucked away inside the tent. They settled down for a quick meal of leftover stew and bread before Sara stood up and grabbed Nyssa’s hand, tugging her towards the tent with a sly smile on her face, yet Nyssa dug in her heels in and pulled Sara in a different direction.

“Let's go watch the sunset.”

“Ugh,” Sara said looking up at the sky, her shoulder slumping. “I don't want to hike anymore, I'm too horny.”

“I promise I will make it worth your while,” Nyssa said, licking her lips with emphasis.

Sara eagerly nodded and let Nyssa guide her towards the trail. It was a short hike from their campground to the cliffside. There was an opening in the trees with a large boulder that Nyssa sat on and pulled Sara into her lap. They sat together, and Nyssa could feel Sara breath in and out as her arms held her across her chest.

They were quickly caught up in the beauty of the scenery as they watched the sun disappear behind the horizon and twilight set in. There were several peaks and hills all dotted with evergreen greens as far as they could see. The sky turned from orange to blue with purple clouds. Several flocks of birds flew in the sky and the forest became quiet until the crickets and the frogs came out to sing.

“I love you, Sara,” Nyssa whispered in her ear.

Sara hummed and squeezed her hands as she leaned into her. “I love you too.”

“You've been asking me about your surprise and this is part of it,” Nyssa said as she leaned to put her head on Sara’s shoulders and she saw Sara glance at her from the corner of her eye.

Nyssa gave her hands one final squeeze before she moved out from behind her. Sara got up, but Nyssa put a hand on her shoulder and let her sit back down. Nyssa dropped to one knee in front of her and Sara's jaw dropped as her eyes became as wide as the Moon above them. Nyssa pulled out the box and opened it as she took Sara's left hand in her own.

“Yes, yes, oh my God, yes,” Sara said, smiling so wide and brightly it replaced the sun that had just disappeared. She jumped up and down and seemed to vibrate with excitement.

“Let me propose, please,” Nyssa said, smiling up at her with a little laugh.

Sara bit her lip and nodded, her body settling as she sat back down and looked at Nyssa.

“I have not always done what was best for you. Although I have always loved you, I have not made the necessary sacrifices in order to put your well being above my own and above my loyalties to those whom I served. But in the past year, you have let me serve you on the Waverider. You have let me prove my loyalty to you and I hope that I have proved to you that I can do what is best for you and for us without sacrifice. From this moment forward, I ask that you continue to let me serve you as I pledge my fealty to you. I, Nyssa al Ghul, vow to always put your needs above my own as your faithful servant. I promise to never ask anything of you that you are not ready to give, but I will ask one thing of you. If you leave, please take me with you, because I want to be with you always in life and in death, please Sara, take me as yours.”

Tears had sprung up in Sara’s eyes and they fell down her cheeks as she held her free hand over her mouth. Sara dropped to her knees and reached out to hold both of Nyssa's hands as they clutched the ring box together.

“You know, you're not supposed to say your vows until we actually get married.”

“A proposal is a promise,” Nyssa said, giving Sara's hands a squeeze as they both look down at the ring. “A promise that I make to you today, on our wedding day, and for the rest of our lives.”

“You're such a sap,” Sara said, leaving in with her shoulder to give Neyssa a nudge.

“Yes, but I am your sap.”

Sara chuckled and looked down at the ring Nyssa was holding. She took a deep breath and squeezed Nyssa's hands.

“You don't ever have to prove yourself to me, because I have always known that you are selfless and that you loved me from the moment you fished me out of the ocean. You cared for me and when I left the League, you let me go, and when I came back, you took me back. When I died, you looked after my family. When I came back you sent me away to prevent me from getting hurt in your war. When I came back for you, you let me whisk you away to travel through time. I promise to always take you with me because I can't bear to part with you either.”

Nyssa nodded, she had started crying as Sara spoke and was not confident enough to speak. Sara smiled and let out a breathy laugh as she held out her hand. Nyssa took the ring and slipped it onto her finger. Their tears fell together on Sara's hand and she pulled Nyssa in, hugging her so tightly that it hurt, but Nyssa didn’t care. They cling to each other and she felt Sara hold up her ring to see it.

“It's so beautiful,” Sara said, her voice muffled by Nyssa’s jacket.

It was a gold band with a geometric design. Sara had lamented about how a diamond would get in the way and would fall off if she punched anyone. She pulled back and Nyssa pulled Sara into her lap. Nyssa held up Sara’s hand to see the ring that shined on Sara’s finger.

“You're right,” Sara said as she tilted her head to look up at her and smiled. “The surprise was worth it.”

“I'm glad,” Nyssa said, having no other words for the joy that she felt.

Nyssa sighed as she smiled and stared down at Sara. Sara looked up, catching her lovestruck expression. Sara placed both of her hands on Nyssa’s face and kissed her. Nyssa felt the fireworks explode behind her eyes and felt the hairs on her body stand up. Sara pulled back only to pull her up and wrapped her arms around Nyssa’s waist. She kissed her again, before walking backwards towards their campsite. Sara fumbled over a rock and Nyssa picked her up. Sara peppered kisses along Nyssa’s jaw and neck as she slowly unzipped Nyssa’s coat.

They barely made it into the tent before Sara had torn off both of their clothes, leaving a trail of clothing outside. Nyssa laid her down on the mat and sat between her legs, pulling back to look down at Sara. Her freckles extended down her body and there were no traces of the scars from her time in the League. There were new scars, but not in the way that Sara’s body had been marked by the trauma of the League.

Nyssa’s eyes trailed down Sara’s body to her slit. Sara smiled and let her knees fall to the side, she had a triangle patch of blonde curls on her pubic mound that were soaked with her wetness. Sara held her labia open with two fingers showing off her red and swollen vulva.

“This is yours forever now,” Sara said smiling up at her.

Nyssa slid down and wrapped her arms around Sara’s thighs locking her in place. “I wouldn't have it...”

Nyssa kissed the valley between Sara’s breasts. “Any.”

She kissed her abs and then swirled her tongue in Sara’s navel. “Other.”

Nyssa dipped down and kissed Sara’s mound. “Way.”

Nyssa kissed just above Sara’s clit and Sara raised her hips to meet her, but Nyssa tightened her grip. Nyssa held her down as Sara whined. Nyssa let her tongue run from Sara's opening up to under her clit. Sara practically withered under her as Nyssa continued to lick her hole, her tongue dipping in and out in short quick strokes. Sara kicked out her legs and Nyssa pulled back to press a kiss to Sara's thigh. She then licked her again, but this time she swirled her tongue around Sara's clit as Sara let out a sigh of relief, melting in Nyssa’s arms.

Nyssa continued to lick Sara's clit as Sara became exceedingly wet under her tongue. If not for Nyssa’s tongue Sara would have soaked through the mat. The more Sara got wet the more Nyssa was emboldened with her tongue. Sara whispered words and moans of appreciation as she held Nyssa’s head, her fingers tightening in her dark hair. Nyssa held a steady pace on Sara's clit as Sara moaned and cried out more passionately. Nyssa knew she was getting close as Sara started throwing her head back and breathing in heavy breaths.

Sara widened her legs and rocked her hips. Nyssa honed in on Sara's clit licking in quick strokes. Sara came underneath her, like a beautiful wave of pleasure. Sara cried out her name as her legs shook and her back arched off the mat. Nyssa worked her through it as Sara reveled in the pleasure. As Sara came down she seemed to melt into the mat, letting her leg fall to the side and her hands let go of their grip in Nyssa’s hair.

Nyssa finished cleaning her up and crawled back to Sara's lips. She gave Sara a warm and lazy kiss. When Nyssa pulled back, Sara smiled through heavy eyes but eventually, she grabbed Nyssa’s thighs and pulled her up to sit on her face. Where Nyssa licked Sara sucked on her labia and her whole vulva. Sara gently teased her with soft subtle kisses as Nyssa tangled her hands in Sara's hair, giving it the gentle tug. Sara giggled against her thigh and flicked her clit with her tongue. She lapped at Nyssa’s vulva and worked more intently on her clit.

Nyssa threw her head back and bucked her hips as she continued to ride Sara's face. Eventually, Sara just stuck out her tongue and followed Nyssa’s hips as she rocked back and forth. Nyssa slowed her pace, soon stilling her hips as Sara resumed her work with her tongue. Sara uses her tongue to swirl around Nyssa’s clit exactly how she liked. Sara knew her body better than she did and Sara always knew what made her go wild with pleasure.

Before she knew it she was coming apart on Sara’s tongue. Sara worked her through the pleasure as she leaned down with both her hands on the mat, grinding on Sara's face and chasing every last bit of pleasure. When she came down, she rolled over onto the mat and let herself catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths.

She looked over at Sara who smiled and rolled over to lay on her chest. Sara captured her nipple with her mouth, giving it a tug and a little bitting with her teeth. She resumed her suckling and went to squeeze Nyssa's other breast with her hand. Sara barely allowed her a moment of recovery before her hand slipped down Nyssa’s abdomen and over her mound, honing in on her over sensitive clit. Sara rubbed in slow soft circles and Nyssa gasped under her.

Nyssa turned her hips towards Sara and propped up one leg. She reached over and found Sara's folds just as soaked as before. Nyssa let her fingers run over Sara’s pubic hair giving them a slight tug before she slipped down and parted Sara’s labia. Where Sara was intent on her pleasure, Nyssa continued to tease her and rub her knuckles through Sara’s wetness.

Sara moaned around her breast and licked circles with her tongue. Nyssa smiled as she watched her and stopped her teasing by pushing two fingers into Sara’s center. Nyssa started a steady pace and started to swirl her thumb around Sara's clit. She pushed her fingers deep inside Sara as her hips arched, rolling with Nyssa’s movements.

Nyssa felt the familiar coil of an orgasm growing deep inside of her, building up like a boiling kettle. Nyssa increased the pace of her fingers, wanting her Beloved to share in her pleasure. She added a third finger as Sara let go of her breasts with a moan. Nyssa captured Sara’s open mouth in a kiss and Sara sucked on her bottom lip. Nyssa let her tongue wet Sara's upper lip as they met with open mouths and wet tongues.

As they sensed each other's impending orgasms, Sara massaged her clit in tight circles and Nyssa continued her thrusts, curling her fingers inside of Sara. She whispered Sara’s name as Sara captured her other breast and continued to suck. Nyssa groaned and pushed three fingers inside of Sara, focused more on kneading Sara’s clit.

“Cum for me and my Beloved,” Nyssa whispered in her ear.

That was all Sara needed, before she came, moaning against her breasts and shaking under her fingers. Before her thighs stopped shaking, Sara quickly sent Nyssa over the edge as well. Nyssa saw stars as her body shook with pleasure.

As they came down, they both pulled their fingers away and Sara let go of her breasts, laying her head on Nyssa’s shoulder. They both breathed heavily and Nyssa reached for a water bottle, taking a sip before offering it to Sara. The cold of the night air seemed to settle on their hot skin and Nyssa reached for the blankets, too tired to get dressed. Nyssa put an arm around Sara's waist as Sara reached up to tilt her head and meet Nyssa’s lips in a gentle kiss.

“If our wedding night is anything like the night of our engagement, we should definitely get married as soon as possible,” Sara said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled up at Nyssa.

Nyssa chuckled and leaned down to kiss Sara again. “I'm sure it will be a night to remember, but I want the day to be special for you as well. I want to get married to you in front of all of our friends and family. If you want a big wedding, I would be happy to give you anything your heart desires.”

Sara smiled as she looked over at the ring again. She grasped Nyssa’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Sara seemed to get lost in her thoughts and Nyssa closed her eyes, letting herself drift off. Just as she was about to fall asleep Sara spoke.

“I remember how jealous I was watching Oliver and Felicity, and Laurel and Tommy get married. I kept thinking that it was something you and I could’ve had. Now we can. I don't want a big wedding, but I'd like to have a white dress and I want my Dad to walk me down the aisle. I want all of our friends there and I want to dance with you until morning. I want to fall asleep knowing that you're mine, forever. And I want you to fuck me on our wedding night until I can’t walk.”

Nyssa cuckled, leaning down to kiss Sara's lips. It was a sweet, soft, and lazy kiss and when Nyssa pulled back, Sara kept her eyes closed, sighed in content. “You don't have to wait until we get married to know that you're forever mine, my Beloved. I was forever yours from the day you laughed in my father's face.”

Sara smiled and turned up her chin to meet her in another kiss. When Nyssa pulled away Sara settled back with her head on Nyssa’s shoulder. Nyssa wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist as they settled together. It didn't take long for either of them to fall asleep under the stars with smiles on their faces as they dreamed of their wedding.

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Nyssa woke up to Sara’s lips on her neck and smiled. She allowed herself a lazy morning as Sara's fingers captured her and refused to let her out of bed until Sara had given her another orgasum. They finally got up, if only because they were hungry, and made breakfast.

Sara insisted on holding her hand and intertwining their fingers, letting Nyssa drag her around the campsite as she cooked. Sara was absolutely content. The smile upon her face was as radiant as the sun and she was giddy with happiness. It took awhile for Nyssa to finish breakfast and she kept staring at her. Sara insisted on sitting in Nyssa’s lap as they ate and rewarded her by feeding Nyssa bites of her eggs.

They watched the sun get higher in the sky until it lingered over them. Then, they both got cleaned up and took down their campsite, before making the hike back down the mountain. As they walked Sara held her hand. She give it a gentle squeeze every now and again, if only to remind Nyssa that they were forever linked.

The sun filled the forest with its heat and Nyssa insisted they stop at the river. She walked out into the shallows, sticking her feet in the little pebbles and letting the water run over them. Sara wasn't fond of the water and sat in the grass on the bank as she waited for Nyssa with a towel. Nyssa was relieved to be in the cold water and sighed. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to enjoy the shade from the overhanging trees.

After Nyssa had let the water cool her down, she walked back over to Sara and sat behind her. She wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist and settled her chin on Sara's shoulder. Sara seemed to be hypnotized by the way the water ran over the rocks. Nyssa knew Sara was still terrified of the running water and when Sara's breath hitched in her throat, Nyssa knew that it was time to go. Nyssa pulled her up and held Sara as they walked away until Sara relaxed in her arms. Even on the best of days, their trauma was with them, but it won't take over them, at least not today.

As they walked Sara’s smile returned to her face and her steps lightened as they jogged down the path. Nyssa herself couldn’t hide the smile that crept upon her lips as they got closer to where they had left the Jump Ship.

“What?” Sara asked, catching her smile.

“Oh nothing,” Nyssa said, trying to hide her smile as she bit her lip.

They continued to walk down the trail and Nyssa tried to pretend that her smile was only because she was happy to be engaged. It was only when they walked around the corner to where the Jump Ship should have been, that Nyssa let her excitement show. Sara gasped as they stopped and she saw the sight before her.

All of their family and friends were waiting for them. They had tables set up with food and drinks, and lights and decorations were strung up in the trees. They all looked at them with anticipation and Nyssa held up their hands.

“She said yes!”

Everybody cheered and shouted, holding up their glasses. Quentin walked over to be the first to greet them, pulling them both in for a hug.

“Welcome to the family,” Quentin said, pulling back and putting a hand on Nyssa’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Mr. Lance,” Nyssa said with a nod.

“You’re going to be a Lance too,” Sara said as she smiled over at Nyssa who returned her gaze with a smile of her own.

“Congratulations!” Tommy said running up with Laurel and Dinah as the rest of the Legends pulled them in for hugs and cheers.

“See I told you she would say yes!” Ray said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Nyssa smiled, it was hard to think that she ever believed that Sara would say no. She looked over at Sara, as she held up her hand to show off her ring and everyone crowded around to see it.

“So when are we planning the wedding?” Mona asked, sliding up to her and with her phone in hand that Nyssa knew contained no less than a hundred ideas.

Nyssa and Sara exchanged to look. “Soon.”

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avasharpe · 4 years

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The Best of Me Belongs To You

Chapter: One of One

Summary: The four times Nyssa saw Sara and the one time she greeted her.

Fandom: Arrow, Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance, Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe (Mentioned), Roy Harper/Thea Queen.

Characters: Nyssa al Ghul, Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Thea Queen, Roy Harper

Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Fall Aesthetics, Angst, Unhappy Ending, WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL.

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(This is an old fic I’m reposting but it fits with the fall vibes.)

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Nyssa walks down the aisle in search of a new tea kettle. The old one had collected rust after spending the majority of its time on the stove holding tea she would never drink. Somehow she ended up in the home décor section and her boots click on the floor as she carries her basket in the crook of her arm.

There was a swish and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt the air brush past her, moved apart by the knife that flies through it. Nyssa hears it land and looks to see to it embedded in a cutting board on the next aisle over.

“What have I told you about playing with merchandise?” A harsh male voice criticizes the thrower.

Nyssa looks to see Sara turn towards the store manager with a disgruntled look. Sara wears jeans and a store issue shirt with her long blond hair swaying around her shoulders. She looks good, although she doesn’t look happy.

There’s a pain in Nyssa’s heart, one that is as familiar to her as breathing. The manager says something and Nyssa can see the murderous glare in Sara's eyes and she wonders if the effects of the pit still torture Sara. Nyssa stands there, frozen in time as she watches Sara scowl at her manager before being called away by another customer.

She wants to go to Sara, but a little voice inside tells her that Sara may not be happy to see her. Especially, if her soul is plagued by the Pit's desires. The event that Nyssa begged to stop, and the guilt she still cares for the part she played her Beloved's tortured soul.

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Nyssa had just finished her latest novel and in a fit of rage had gone back to the library in the midst of a rainstorm just to return the book. The novel, although praised by critics, had a cathartic tone that had not been well played by the author. Leading her to be disappointed and yearning for a more satisfying story. Now, she roams the shelves in an attempt to find something else to satisfy her.

The peace and warmth of the old building, along with the browned tones had calmed her as the smell of old books surrounded her senses. As she picks up an ancient novel she caught a flash of blonde hair in between the crack in the shelf that sent her heart into her throat.

Nyssa walks to the end of the aisle and peeks around the corner. Sara sat at one of the oak tables mulling over several books and papers. There were a number of tables set up in the library for students and others to sit at, but they were all empty save for the one Sara was using.

Nyssa could see the many papers Sara had spread out and the various books she had stacked around her. She was deep in her studies and writing in her notebook, a look of concentration on her features. One Nyssa had seen many nights before as she taught Sara her language and as they studied other League related things.

However, these were not subjects Nyssa had studied before. The stack of books next to Sara were about aerospace engineering and flight as well as astronomy and history. Curiosity got the best of her as she considers approaching Sara and inquiring about the reason for her study.

Once again that little thought intrudes into her mind, saying that Sara was better off without the pain Nyssa brought to her life. Every time Nyssa had entered Sara’s life it had ended in only heartbreak for both of them, but this time they were free of the service to the League and expectations of others. Perhaps this time it could be different.

She contemplated her position and almost lost herself when she caught Sara's blonde hair flicks over her shoulder. Sara whips around in an attempt to catch her. Nyssa quickly sidesteps behind the shelf as she hears Sara get up and race towards the aisle, but by the time she reaches it, Nyssa is long gone.

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This time she had drawn the short straw, literally. Thea had held them both between her fingers in an attempt to settle the argument of who should venture out into the cold fall weather for takeout. A welcome change from their usual dinner of boxed meals. She goes up to the podium at the restaurant and gives the manager the fake to name placed under their order.

The lowlights and red decor mirror the fall evening outside the windows. Nyssa looks around for a place to sit and wait when a short brunet woman brushes past her. She pulls along a tall man with a sunny smile whom she vaguely recognizes as he mutters an apology. Her eyes follow the happy couple as they go to their table. A party full of several other people takes up the center of the restaurant, but Nyssa easily picks out Sara’s face in the crowd. She’s smiling at them as they greet her and sit down across from her.

There is an empty seat next to Sara and Nyssa thinks about how easily she could fill it, but would Sara even want her there? There’s a familiar ache and her heart as if it was tearing open a deep longing. Nyssa watches the party as they laugh and talk, sipping red wine and eating the bread on the tables as they wait for their food.

A clap of thunder catches her attention as it rumbles through the air. The party doesn’t notice, they continue on with their merry dinner. The manager calls her name and hands over the bag of hot food and Nyssa can see the steam come up through the paper boxes. She takes one last look at the group and at Sara's beautiful smile. It’s a genuine smile and true happiness radiates from her.

Nyssa can’t ruin that, she thinks. Sara deserves happiness more than she does. She turns away and walks out the door of the restaurant into the wet, cold streets of the city, layers with golden leaves.

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Nyssa happens upon it, walking around the corner in the park towards the fountain. She sees the couple straight ahead of her. She had been out taking a walk to cool her head. It seems that sharing an apartment with two all but teenagers still slaves to their hormones had taken its toll on her sanity. Nyssa ran out of the apartment they had been staying in after Thea and Roy and started kissing, grabbing only a coat and her gray hat.

The couple is locked in a kiss. Sara is leaning up on her toes as the other blonde’s ducks down to reach her lips. Sara’s got a grip on the other woman's gray jacket collar, holding onto her to keep herself steady. She used to do that to Nyssa, she used to run her fingers along her label and cling to it with a death grip. Nyssa touches her collarbone as if she can still feel Sara's hands there.

Her first thought is that it should be her. It should be her kissing Sara. It should be her ducking down to reach Sara’s lips, but it’s not and Nyssa can barely stand to see it. She thinks she should feel jealous, but instead, she just feels a longing for her beautiful yellow bird.

Sara pulls away with a smile across her face, mirroring the one on the woman’s face in front of her and dropping back down onto her heels. Sara straightens the other woman’s shirt as she pulls Sara in closer to her. She whispers something in Sara's ear that makes her laugh, the sound echoing through the park.

It was that beautiful sound that sent Nyssa falling in love with her all over again. Sara’s laughter pulls at her heart, but it wasn’t meant for her. She knows now if Sara were to look over and catch her, she would see the pain on Nyssa’s face. She steps back once, then twice, till she turns and runs in the other direction. Now Nyssa only feels jealousy in her heart.

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“I don’t want to go,” Nyssa insists.

“Oh come on you’ll have lots of fun,” Thea said, as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. “It’s for Felicity, remember. It’s her first Hanukkah without Oliver and I want to be there.”

The idea of spending the entire night enjoying Felicity's and everyone else's company without having to see Oliver entices her very much so. Despite how the thought of potentially running into Sara overwhelms her senses.

“What are you gonna do Nyssa? Celebrate Hanukkah all by yourself in this crappy apartment?” Roy asks, knowing she would attend just to spit him. They have a very good relationship although, it was more teasing than anything, he was the little brother she never had.

She was also looking forward to having the night off and being around others her own age. Thea and Roy were wonderful, but despite their shared agenda, they were both at different stages in their lives.

"Alright," she agrees.

“Hey,” Felicity greets them with an eager smile and a warm hug and she ushers them into her home.

There was a fire going in the hearth and blue and white decorations adorn the brick walls. Felicity and Thea quickly got swept into a conversation as Nyssa hung back admiring the apartment. She wanders around towards the kitchen and before she catches Sara’s familiar warm smile. She’s wrapped around the arm of the blonde Nyssa saw at the park. She turns to walk away from them, but before she can take a step Sara recognizes her.

“Nyssa.” Sara calls out, her name sweet on Sara's lips.

“Hello, Sara,” she said trying to be polite. When she turns around and looks at Sara she sees a kind of softness in her eyes.

“It's good to see you, Felicity mentioned that you were traveling with Thea and Roy to destroy the other Lazarus pits,”

Nyssa nods. “They also told me of your time traveling adventures. It must be exciting.”

There’s a kind of heaviness that sets in the air as they gaze into each other’s eyes. The other blonde that is attached to Sara’s hip looks between the two of them.

“Hello, I’m Ava Sharpe, Sara’s fiancé.”

Before she can introduce herself to Ava, Thea bounds over having heard Ava’s introduction. She squeals at Sara as they embrace each other in an excited hug.

“I heard someone’s engaged,” Thea sang.

“Yeah, Sara show her,” Ava said, holding up Sara’s hand, to display the ring on her finger. It's certainly extravagant with several large diamonds in an intricate display. Something Nyssa knew Sara never wanted. Not in their lifetime at least.

“So Ava, Felicity said that you work for some sort of time agency?”

“Yes, the Time Bureau…” Ava said as she began to explain her work.

Nyssa lets her eyes fall down into left, a silent signal to Sara. Who takes her cue and untangles herself from Ava. They walk towards the pantry and away from the crowd as Nyssa puts her hand on Sara's back, knowing that she would lean into her as Sara caves to Nyssa's touch.

‘I’ve missed you’ or ‘you look good’ are some of the things she expects Sara to say. However, once they're alone in the pantry, Sara turns to lean against the counter across from her.

“I’m so proud of you,” Sara said, her smile is soft and the weight of her words surprises Nyssa. “Standing up to your father and Merlyn, dismantling the League, and destroying the Lazarus Pit. You've ventured out on your own and created your own path in life. It’s everything I could have wanted for you.”

“I was simply doing what was best," Nyssa said, looks down at the floor and away from Sara’s bright eyes, grateful for her approval, but her instincts are always to be modest.

Sara gave a little chuckle and Nyssa wants to wrap up this moment in a bottle. If only so she could keep the feelings and the sound of Sara’s laugh forever.

“And what of you? I have heard of some of your adventures, but none of the details?” Nyssa asks, yearning to hear of Sara's life.

“I’m a time traveler now and the captain to a crew of misfits. Recently we’ve been battling a few demons. Things somehow get messed up a lot, but I like to think we fix things more than we break them.”

Sara seems to shine as she describes her work in Nyssa can see that it is her true calling.

“I’m glad you’re happy with your work and with Ava as well,” Nyssa said, the first part fell naturally off her tongue, but the latter set of words she had to force herself to say.

“Yeah Ava and I are happy,” Sara said, nodding her head eagerly and fiddling with her ring. “Are you happy? Do you have someone? I didn’t see anyone else with you tonight.”

“There is no one else in my life,” Nyssa said, ‘only you’ she thought. “But I am happy, very much so.”

“That’s great,” Sara said nodding, drumming her fingers on her clutch.

“Yes,” Nyssa agrees too quickly.

Every cell in Nyssa’s body screams ‘go to her! Kiss her, pull her into your arms and never let go!' Surely Sara must see the longing on her face and the way Nyssa’s body aches for her.

“There you are,” Ava said walking into the pantry. “Have you two had enough time to get caught up?”

Ava plants herself next to Sara and wraps an arm around her. Ava leans down to give her a kiss, but Sara turns away and resigns Ava to kiss her cheek.

“Yes,” Nyssa said, eager to leave. “I think I’ll go find Felicity and see if she needs any help.”

Then she does something she’s never done before. While walking away Nyssa turns to look back to her. Sara's lips were parted and there was a look of longing in her eyes, one that Nyssa knows all too well. Against her better judgment, she left Sara in the pantry. She knew that Sara will be happy with Ava. Nyssa has seen it and she can find someone else to love. Although, in that moment it seemed she will never truly love anyone else.

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“Why didn’t you tell her how you feel?” Thea asks on the car ride home, questioning her from the passenger set. “You could have swept her off her feet and taken her away.”

“Not everything is a fairytale, little Queen.”

Thea rolls her eyes but continues. “Didn’t you see the way Sara looked at you, she still loves you.”

“She said she was happy and she is engaged to another. I will not go against her word and intervene where I am not wanted.”

“Nyssa, Sara’s lying. Can't you see, she was looking at you all night, she…”

“Thea, enough,” Nyssa said, gripping the steering wheel.

Nyssa studies the road before her and the rain that fell across it. The leaves from fall sit decaying on the roadside as winter sets in. She knows she will never be with Sara. No matter how much she longs for her, no matter how much she is jealous, no matter how happy she knows she and Sara could be.

#Nyssa al Ghul #Sara Lance #Nyssara #Ava Sharpe #Arrow #DC's Legends of Tomorrow #Roy Harper #otp: Beloved #Thea Queen #DC #FanFic: LoT #FanFic: Nyssara #FanFic: Arrow #My FanFics #my writing #my work

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blooming-sunrise · 3 years

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in crisis Mia tells Sara that Nyssa told her everything she needs to know about the Lazarus Pit and then "and she told me everything I need to know about you"

like, Nyssa was legit telling this kid her whole life story and about the woman she loved most...

I can image it, I also imagine it with Mia being young and asking Nyssa intrusive questions to avoid training...

I might write that but I don't know Nyssa very well, haven't read enough fanfic... but I think I can improvise...

#arroverse #sara x nyssa #nyssa al ghul #sara lance #nyssara #crisis on infinite earths #mia queen #fanfic ideas #I also think Sara should be auntie Sara #like I know nobody knew about Mia but since things changed I think Felicity and Sara should hang out #with e2 Laurel too #they should all hang out aaaaa #bloom #ao3: blooming_sunrise

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spooner-cruz · 4 years

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Hello fellow tumblr users, fanfic consumers, and fans of the Arrowverse sapphics (or just sapphics in general).

I currently have writers block (so fun) yet a sudden motivation to write; if y’all could send fanfic prompts or au’s or things you want to be able to read in my asks I would very much appreciate it! <3

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mrs-bartowski · 3 years

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Creative Coming Out

So, the majority of y’all have been following me for a while (no idea why but thanks i love you) but some of you were kind enough to follow recently as SuperCorp has begun to rise and I’ve been posting more (meaning I’ve been posting at all since 99.999% of my blog is reblogs). There was one post in particular that got a lot of love, and it meant more than I could probably ever say.

I can’t thank everyone who interacted with that post enough or express how important it is that you provide feedback/commentary for creators even if it’s just in the tags, because seeing y’all get in your feels along with me and appreciate my thoughts and ideas was (in combination with the super fun mental breakdown I had last week and the drugs that helped me process it - long story but basically I fixed my whole self in one day and have now found purpose in life so that’s great) invaluable to my decision to pursue the things that make me happy instead of pressuring myself to dive right into a professional career that I am both unprepared and unmotivated for because the state of the world is too overwhelming for my mental health to have the lives of others in my hands.

So I just wanted to take this time to say thank you and officially announce my intention to start creating more content. Mostly I wanted to do this because I have a lot of ideas and my brain is kind of all over the place, so I want to provide people with the opportunity to request anything they want to see but don’t want to have to do themselves because I was in that boat for years. I’m planning to download all kinds of software in the coming months, because I’m interested in most forms of media, but I’ll mostly be focusing on fanfics, fanvids, gifsets, and senseless rants about my feelings (if we’re being honest, it’ll mostly just be that last one). But if anyone wants to request content or just come scream with me, my asks/submissions are always open!! I’ve got mad anxiety and don’t do well initiating contact, but I always welcome new friends and I’ll do my best to respond in a reasonable (whatever tf that means) time frame!

I’m obsessed with pretty much every show in existence, so multi-fandom can quite literally mean whatever I’m hyper-focusing on for the day/week/month/year, and the ones I’ve tagged are only the first handful that come to mind based on what I’m watching right now, so good fucking luck babes! Seriously though thanks again for your support, and welcome to the start of Me On My Bullshit Full Time!!

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aerisahale · 4 years

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Dance Lessons

Notes: I couldn’t stop thinking about how Sara learned to dance the tango, so here is the League teaching Sara to dance.

Summary: Learning to dance is part of the League’s standard education. Turns out, Sara is not so good at it. Or, perhaps, she just needed the right partner.

Pairing: Nyssa x Sara

Words: 1,546

Sara’s steps slow as she is ushered into the room by the deceptively strong hands of her newest appointed teacher, an older woman she has never seen before. She was disbelieving when she had been introduced to her that this woman could fight. Surveying the room of half a dozen pairs and cementing the conclusion that this woman wasn’t a fighter, Sara says skeptically, “I can dance at a club, but the tango is not exactly in my wheelhouse.”

The music cuts off as the older woman gives out a few instructions. Al Raqisa is hearing none of her protests as her teacher physically moves her into a starting position with a partner she snatches from somewhere nearby. The man nods at her, one hand coming to rest at her back, the other taking a gentle hold of her hand. She is instructed on her own hand placement and the music picks up again.

At first, she is yanked around by the lead of her partner. It takes a few halting steps before she catches on to the rhythm of it—at least, she thinks she is taking the correct steps until her foot lands on something and her partner grunts as he lurches to the side. With more grace than Sara would have, he catches himself and proffers his hand, even as he arches a brow at her.

She tries again, steps this way, then that way, then twists. She stumbles and is caught by Al Raqisa who presses them closer to each other. “Closer, this is not a children’s dance. This is a dance of passion!”

The third attempt is a complete disaster. Being closer than she was at first causes Sara to constantly step on or trip over her partner’s feet. The man disengages after the fourth time she’s squashed his toes and shakes his head at their teacher. “It seems Ta-er Al Sahfer is only interested in assassinating my appendages.”

“Why do we have to learn this?” Sara growls. “I was under the impression we are assassins.”

“Assassins often go undercover and you never know what skills you may need, so the League strives to ensure a well-rounded education,” a smooth voice calls.

Everyone in the room kneels, heads bowed in deference as the Heir to the Demon strides in from one of the side doors. She crosses the floor and pushes open a window, taking a moment to look out it before she turns back and sweeps her gaze over Sara.

They have stolen a sincere moment here and there since Nyssa first saved Sara from the wreckage of the Amazo and Sara holds each one close to her heart, closer still after dark falls and she can admit to herself that for the first time she thinks she might feel the stirring of real feelings in her heart. When she allows them, each memory she holds stokes the flames of her feelings hotter than the adrenaline of her secret relationship with her sister’s boyfriend, hotter than any boyfriend before that.

While Nyssa checks on her progress occasionally, her progress has always been in pursuit of combat, something she found herself naturally excelling at. Embarrassment colors her cheeks as she is clearly failing at dancing of all tasks. Privately, she wonders if Nyssa does that for all her recruits or if Sara is special. Every time the thought comes to her, she hopes it is the latter. Sara risks peeking up at Nyssa through her eyelashes and she is caught in more ways than one when she is pinned by dark eyes. The simple black outfit that matches the one Sara wears does nothing to diminish the beauty the woman possesses, and Sara is not unaffected by it.

Nyssa turns towards Al Raqina. “I will personally ensure that my recruit is better prepared the next time she graces your dance floor.”

Motioning with a jerk of her chin, Sara hastens to follow after Nyssa’s quick strides as she leaves through the same door she came in. They go through passageway after passageway and turn after turn until, even after three months, Sara is lost and can not find her way back to the room they started from. They come out into a greeting area, a couple couches press against the walls and two guards stand at either side of a double-doored entrance.

Upon seeing Nyssa, the guards open the doors for her and the pair climb the steps into a lavishly decorated bedroom, a far cry different than the bunk room Sara shares with the other trainees. A desk is pressed against one wall and upon it sits one simple picture of a dark-haired woman, smiling softly. An article of clothing is thrown haphazardly on the bench at the end of the draped four-poster bed, and it seems at odds with the picture of perfection Nyssa builds, or perhaps that is only Sara’s perception.

That is all Sara gets a good look at before she is further led out into a courtyard, warm under the Tibetan sun despite their elevation. The courtyard is walled off and private, a small pond in the corner, a carefully manicured tree at the edge. A table and two chairs occupy the corner closest to the doors to Nyssa’s bedroom, but the rest remains open, paved with the same stone the League compound is built from. Nyssa comes close and Sara eyes her warily before the taller woman holds her hand out in an exact imitation of her dancing partner from minutes ago.

“There’s no music,” Sara hears herself say, even as her blood thunders in her ears and her thoughts are occupied by thoughts of being pressed close to the woman who saved her, taught her to fight.

This earns her a smile. “Listen.”

Sara quiets and does as she is told, awareness extending outward until she takes in the staccato beats of a guitar filtering up and over the walls of the courtyard. The elevation of Nyssa’s bedroom allows her a clear line to the open window of Al Raqina’s dance studio. It brings a smile to her own face, despite the wash of self-consciousness as she wonders if Nyssa was watching and sought to save her—or perhaps her dance partner. Nyssa takes her hand and presses a hand to her back, pulling Sara tightly against her. “The ballroom is truly not that far from here. It is a winding path between the two from within, but a straight line outside. Now, instead of attempting to mimic what you see, feel how I move.”

Nyssa leads them, stepping forward and back. Sara is dragged along but thankfully does not embarrass herself any further by stepping on the Heir’s feet. It doesn’t take long before she finds a better rhythm with Nyssa than she did with her previous partner. She feels her move in a different way than she did with him. That synchronicity doesn’t take long to allow Sara to find the steps that don’t make her feel like she’s being dragged through the dance.

The music slows into a different tune and so do their movements, but Nyssa holds her closely for a moment longer than Sara had thought she would and the blonde finds herself holding the Heir even tighter, comforted in her closeness, in her scent. Nyssa pulls away sharply, quickly, turning her back to Sara.

“I am not good at dancing around subjects… With that in mind, I would like to make it clear to you that you owe me nothing. I am not oblivious to this pull between us. Once my father accepted your apprenticeship, your debt is to the League of Assassins and my father.”

Nyssa’s gasp when Sara grasps her wrist and turns her back toward her is almost a sob and it breaks Sara’s heart. Not the perfection of Sara’s perception after all. “Anything I choose to do, I choose. No one makes me do anything. Not anymore. I’ve spent three months here learning to fight. Obviously, I can’t be doing that terribly since someone sees it fit that it’s time for me to expand my knowledge.”

“It is my position as the Heir that I wish not to pressure you with.” Nyssa still won’t meet her eyes.

Sara comes closer, presses herself into Nyssa, holding her tightly. She whispers in Nyssa’s ear, “When your father sought to intimidate me, all I could do was laugh. It was nothing compared to the horrors of Ivo’s ship. Believe me when I tell you that I would never give more of myself than I wanted.”

Sara can feel Nyssa shaking as she says, “You are quite stubborn.”

“Besides, we are simply dancing. Let’s just enjoy the moment. I feel we may not get that many.”

Sara guides Nyssa’s arms back around her, leading them into a simple sway back and forth, content to just enjoy the press of their bodies, head resting on Nyssa’s chest. It is the most at peace Sara has felt since she boarded the Queen’s Gambit. Her heart flutters when the Heir rests her chin on her head. At some point, she realizes the music has stopped, but there are birds chirping, the sun warms her back, and Nyssa is in her arms.

#Nyssara #nyssa x sara #Nyssa al Ghul #Sara Lance #Arrow #femslash #fanfic #fanfiction

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drag-oon23 · 3 years

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The Contract

Summary: Medieval AU: Sara and Nyssa team up to stop an assassination of a king. Along the way, they grow close.

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Sara came to the kingdom on a transfer, eager to prove herself and get out of the shadow of Lord Green. She quickly fell in with the other Knights and made herself home eventually leading a squad of her own.

One night they were enjoying some off time sharing ale from a confiscated keg.

Vic took a gulp before gesturing to Sara with her mug. “Oh yeah and you best be extra nice to the blacksmith in the shop at the end of Starling District. Nyssa makes great stuff for a price but can also kick your ass if you piss her off.”

Sara looked intrigued, capping off the woman's mug with more ale. “Oh?”

She nodded, taking a drink. “Yeah, except she doesn’t get pissed off or at least I've never seen her get mad. She’ll just wallop you to the ground with that annoyingly calm face. What about you, Gibson?”

Gibson raising his mug in agreement. “Nope on the mad, but yes on the beatings. Damn, it was great to see Lord what’s his face, the one with the giant mustache, get knocked out.”

“Yeah, so far none of the lords say anything ‘cause they’re too embarrassed to be beaten by a lowly blacksmith, and a lady one at that. Though rumor has it the King has a soft spot for her and that’s why he turns a blind eye to their complaints.”

“Either that, or whatever thing she has with the Spymaster."

Vic rolled her eyes. "Oh don't start with that thing again, Gibson. You were drunk off your ass."

"Hey, just because I couldn't walk in straight line doesn't mean I wouldn't recognize her or the Spymaster! They're scary and very hard to forget."

Vic punched Gibson in the arm and then turned to Sara. "So yeah, you be extra nice to her, Captain, unless you wanna get your ass kicked.”

Sara took a drink and made a note to visit the infamous blacksmith.

Several weeks later and as she was making rounds, Sara heard an angry raised voice coming from a shop and she approached it, curious. A pompous Lord with two men behind him was gesturing wildly at a woman wielding a hammer.

“Do you who I am? I’m not paying for this!” The man yelled at a woman who looking unimpressed.

“Than you’re not getting the sword.”

“You-”

Before he could land a fist on her, the woman countered with her hammer to his stomach making him topple over. “Honestly Lord Pendalton, this behavior is beneath your station.”

The other men approached her threateningly but before Sara could even run over to confront them, they were all flat on their back, groaning in pain.

The woman looked down at all of the men, crossing her arms again. “Really, just pay what you owe me and you will have your family sword back. Otherwise, I will crush something you value.”

She tossed her hammer which landed dangerously close to the Lord’s hip. He begrudgingly dug out his money pouch and threw it at her. The blacksmith caught it and, after checking it was the right amount, retrieved a box with the Lord’s sword. “Pleasure doing business, sir.”

The man gingerly got up and grabbed the box. “This isn’t over, blacksmith!”

She smiled. “Next time send at least ten men. The five you sent the other day were barely a warm up.”

He scrambled away with his goons. After a moment of watching them run away, she shook her head and went back into her shop.

Sara picked her jaw back up and approached the smithery.

The blacksmith looked up to see Sara enter. “Hello. You’re the new knight, I presume?”

"Yes, I'm Sara. What fighting style was that? I've never seen anything like it."

Sara stuck her hand out in greeting. The blacksmith looked at it before shaking it with a strong firm grip.

"Well met. I'm Nyssa and as for my style it's...an old family style. Useful against bandits and the like."

"Would you be willing to teach me some of it?"

Nyssa tilted her head, a surprised and amused smile on her face. "You're the first knight to ask me that. But sure, why not."

Sara huffed as she ended up on her back again while Nyssa grinned down at her. "Not bad, for a beginner."

"Oh shut up."

Nyssa laughed as she helped Sara up. The two had been meeting every now and than for a few months. At first it was only sparring but soon led to conversation during breaks though Sara noticed Nyssa was extremely reluctant to say anything about her past before she moved to the kingdom.

Not keen on driving the woman away, Sara stuck to safe topics. "So I saw Lord Pendalton sporting another black eye the other day."

Nyssa rolled her eyes as she let out an exasperated huff. "That idiot again tried to insist he didn't need to pay for his weapons."

As Sara moved back to a neutral position, she enjoyed listening to Nyssa tell the whole story while observing the other woman's gestures. Nyssa ended her story with a satisfied nod.

"With the kind of training you have clearly have, how come you never joined the guard?"

Nyssa scoffed. "Not interest in fighting anymore than I have to and I don't want to deal with even more bruised egos."

Sara grinned. "You seem to enjoy tossing me and my ego onto the ground though."

Nyssa shrugged shamelessly. "You asked for it."

She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders before gesturing to Sara. "So, round two?"

With Sara's increased duties, the training and sparring sections became fewer in between but Sara still found excuses to visit the blacksmith.

"Hiya Nyssa, whatcha doing?"

Nyssa looked up with a smile before frowning as she observed the Knight favoring her right side. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing!" At Nyssa's skeptical gaze she caved. "Okay fine, I got kicked by a spooked horse. Doc said I'll heal up fine with rest."

Nyssa placed her tools down and started rummaging in her cupboard. "Sit down. If you insist on visiting me as often as you do, I rather you be well."

Sara winced as she sat down on the chair, her ribs not appreciating the movements.

Nyssa finally found the small container of ointment. "Here, should help you heal faster."

Sara shook her head. "I'm fine."

Nyssa pressed the container into Sara's hands. "I insist. I can't teach you anything if you crumble after a single punch."

"I don't-"

Nyssa shook her head. "No arguments from you or I'm banning you from my shop, Sir Knight."

Sara huffed and took the container. She opened it and quickly closed it. "Whew, that stinks!"

Nyssa picked her tools back up and got to work. "You get used to it."

"I think it's a bit concerning you're actually used to this smell."

Nyssa stiffened before shrugging. "I deal with hot metal and heavy tools as my trade. Accidents happen."

Sara noticed her hesitation and changed the subject. "So were you the one who gave knocked out Pendalton's tooth?"

Nyssa was irritated. The king had put in a new order for swords with an impossible deadline. She was not looking forward to the conversation where she would only be able to turn in half of the ordered swords.

Nyssa took the heavy hammer and pounded on the hot blade this and that to beat the impurities out of the metal.

Nyssa was so absorbed in her work she didn’t notice the blonde watching her and startled when she finally noticed the knight leaning against the wall. Placing the unfinished blade to the side, she wiped the sweat from her brow. “I didn’t realize I worked so slow that the King needed to send someone to observe me.”

Sara raised her hands up. “He didn’t send me, my practice is done for the day.”

Nyssa breathed in deeply before responding, forcing her fists to open. It wasn’t the blonde’s fault after all. She gestured to the quarter filled crate. “Well, what do you want? As you can see, I am far behind schedule.”

The knight approached the blacksmith cautiously. “Nyssa.”

The dark haired woman took a deep breath again. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just, this would have been much easier if - nevermind. Was there something you need?”

Sara paused for a moment before pulling out her dagger sheepishly.

“Again?!”

Nyssa took the blade and looked at all the dents and scratches. “What have you been up to, Sir Knight? Fighting a dragon would have done less damage than this!”

Sara scratched the back of her head and looked elsewhere. “Missions.”

Nyssa continued to grumble as she proceeded to repair the blade as best she could, ignoring the very important order from the King. “This is the fourth time in a month that you’ve brought me such a damaged weapon! What is the King sending you knights against that would result in this type of damage? Nevermind, secrets or something else probably. I don’t need to know.”

Sara hung back, leaning against the wall again. She was quite certain that Nyssa had nearly forgotten her existence now that she was entirely absorbed in her work.

“There, almost good as new.” Nyssa returned the dagger to Sara."Try not to fight a tree again.”

She turned back to the unfinished sword she was working on earlier.

“Thanks,” Sara took a breath. “you know the grand tournament’s in two weeks time.”

“Yes, business will be quite busy then. I shall be up to my eyeballs of dented blades, panicked squires, and rude newcomers.”

Sara deflated a bit. “Oh, you won’t be able to make it?”

Nyssa shrugged as she beat the blade into submission with her hammer. “I’m usually much too busy. Some drunk nobleman will attempt to burn down my shop if I’m not here to fix his armor or whatnot and I would rather that not happen again.”

“What!”

Nyssa shook her head. “It was before you came here, Sara. Nothing to worry about. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

“But-”

“Shouldn’t you go beat up some training dummies or whatever you knights do?”

Sara huffed.”I have one more request.”

“No free swords.”

Sara laughed and paused to take a breath. “May I have your favor.”

Nyssa’s dropped her the hammer and turned around quickly, looking at the nervous knight. “What?”

“The real reason the dagger is always busted is because I had been hacking at a tree with it.”

“A tree?!”

“I just really wanted to see you.”

“But, a tree?!”

“Not one of my finer ideas, but you know how hard it is to find excuses to see you without becoming suspicious? Though I suspect half my squad knows anyway given they tease me all the time.”

Nyssa used her hand to cover her face, a chuckle surfacing. “I’m flattered, but I’m sure you have many ladies more then willing to throw their favors and themselves at you.”

“True, but none of them are you.”

The blacksmith rolled her eyes and turned around, picking up the fallen hammer. “Now I know you’re teasing me.”

Nyssa stiffened when she felt the knight place a hand on her shoulder. “At least consider coming? Even for a little bit. Anyhow, I’ll leave you to it. Good day, Nyssa.”

Nyssa worked absentmindedly as she turned the offer in her head. She finally nodded to herself to allot two hours to the tournament. That should give her time to watch several of the Knight’s matches and get back to her shop before someone tried to burn it down again.

The blacksmith froze momentarily before she shook her head and released a huff of frustration. Nyssa turned around slowly facing the dozen swords facing her. “This is ridiculous.”

“Hello, daughter.”

She rolled her eyes at her father, who was watching her with an infuriating smirk, and crossed her arms. Her hand tightened around the hammer’s handle, anticipating an attack.

“If you’re going to kill me, can you get on with it? I’ve had a very tiring day and wouldn’t mind taking seven of you with me.”

Her father smiled and signaled to the rest of the assassins to sheathed their weapons and leave them. Once they were alone, he chuckled. “Seven only? My my, you have grown rusty. But no, this not a contract. Consider this a courtesy call since I was in the area about a different matter. A contract has been drawn against the king of this land, not one of our own.”

Nyssa shrugged. “There have always been attempts on his life and all have failed. The king has an excellent spymaster. Why is this one different?”

“Ah, but this one is lead by the Magician.”

Nyssa stiffened, her arms falling to her side. “He still lives?”

“Unfortunately. Here’s the information we were able to extract from one of his agents before he expired.”

He placed a scroll on a table. Nyssa frowned though did not move to take it. “Why are you telling me this? I’m no longer one of your instruments to command.”

Her Father’s smile turned a bit sad. “You were always one of my best. I’m only letting you know since you’ve decided to settle here as I’m sure a king’s death would be quite disruptive to your business. Good night and good hunting, Daughter.”

He left the scroll on a table and the League disappeared as quietly as they came. Nyssa stared at the rolled up parchment for a long moment before shaking her head with an annoyed huff and snatched the document up.

“Damn him.”

At the tournament while they were waiting for the signal for the parade of contestants to start, Sara looked expectantly at the stands searching for a certain dark haired woman.

“I think you should really pay more attention to who your opponents are, Cap, rather than your missing lady love. This pining is getting so sad to watch.”

She rolled her eyes at the snickering among her squad. “Shut up, I’m not pining.”

“That would have almost been convincing if you didn’t mope for the rest of the day after coming back empty handed from the pretty blacksmith.”

The snickering morphed into full laughter as Sara huffed. She was saved from replying as the horns sounded announcing the start of the parade.

“Go get ‘em, Captain! Make a good show so your lady love regrets rejecting you!”

Sara gave them all the middle finger as she rode away.

Nyssa carefully made her way through the crowd, closer to where the noblemen were seated and more importantly, the king. She had quietly dispatched several of the assassins she found mingled in the crowd, carefully staging the still warm corpses as if they were passed out drunk. If her Father’s information was still accurate, they would strike him at the pinnacle of the tournament when the king would award the winner. It was so typical for the Magician to make his assassinations as loud and flashy as possible. She paused to watch Sara as she rode on her horse, waving at the crowd. Nyssa faintly grinned at the woman before she shook her head and continued on her mission. She still had much to do.

Sara made quick work of her first several opponents while giving the audience the show they craved. Her next match was against an unknown fighter dressed completely in black and unknown crest on his shield. His fighting style was an unusual one she had only encountered with one other person. They circled each other warily, testing each other’s defenses. She furrowed her brow recognizing the attack style and wondered if he knew Nyssa. He suddenly lunged and Sara, recognizing the move, countered his sword and barely avoided the hidden blade popping out of his side.

“What the hell, that's against the rules!”

The man sighed exasperatedly. “Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag now. And it was going so well too.”

He raised his sword high in the air.

Arrows released aiming right for the King.

They slammed harmlessly into the throne as Nyssa yanked the King off the throne. She threw him to the floor and dodged several more arrows shot at them. “Go!”

Sara’s instincts kicked in and she rushed at the man, shield up. He gave up all pretense of holding back and they fought fiercely. The spectators fled as the man’s followers lit fires in the stands causing chaos and confusion.

Nyssa’s eyes widened when she saw Sara engage with the Magician and quickly parried a blade retaliating with her wrist blade into her enemy’s chest. She ran through the flaming platform, ducking and slicing through enemies to get to the edge of the seating platform and jumped down into the fighting area, rolling to disperse her momentum.

Sara held her own admirably though she was wary of more hidden blades. She jumped back to avoid the knife attached to his boot when he tried to kick her.

The man threw reached into his pocket only to cry out in pain as a dagger lodged into his back.

Sara quickly followed by stabbing him in the chest. His followers cried out in disbelief that their Lord dropped his weapon, his hands scrabbling futilely at the sword impaling him.

She yanked her blade out of the dying man to face the woman running toward her, but lowered her sword as her jaw dropped. “Nyssa?!”

“Later, Sara. We have a small army to defeat right now!”

Nyssa grabbed another dagger from her belt and quickly jammed it into the Magician’s skull, killing him instantly and making his followers roar even louder.

Nyssa and Sara stood back to back, surrounded by fire, smoke, and angry assassins all looking for revenge.

“Oh, we’re definitely going to talk about this, Nyssa!”

“Careful of their blades, they’re coated in poison.”

Nyssa leaned back to avoid an assassin’s blade and jammed upwards with her wrist knife into the assassin’s neck.

“Good to know! How the fuck do they have so many hidden blades and where are they hiding them them all?!”

Sara raised her shield to block another sword before using it to push the assassin away and stabbing the man in the stomach.

“Wrist, side, boots, three spares- get down!”

The knight ducked as Nyssa threw another a dagger that flew over the blonde’s head to bury deep into another assassin’s head.

“Little too close for comfort there, Nyssa! I already had my haircut a fortnight ago!”

“Oh hush!”

Together, the two made quick work of the rest of the assassins as the arena burned around them.

“Nyssa, we gotta go!”

“One moment.”

Nyssa crouched by the Magician’s corpse and yanked out the knife from his skull. She wrapped it in a strip of clothing and nodded to Sara. They raced through the burning masonry and made it out of a side door.

It was pure chaos outside as everyone scrambled to put out the fire before it spread and to treat the various injuries.

Nyssa moved to blend in with the crowd when she felt a hand grasp her wrist. “Wait, Nyssa.”

The blacksmith looked down at the hand holding her. She could break out of the hold quite easily. Nyssa looked up. “Later, Sara. I'll contact you.”

The knight paused before nodding and letting go. “I’ll hold you to it, Nyssa.”

She briefly watched Nyssa disappear into the crowd before running toward her squad and taking control of the situation.

Two weeks later, Sara found herself on a narrow path going up a mountain. She looked down at the map and note she founded in the abandoned blacksmith shop. The knight placed her hand on the hilt of her sword as she reached the ridge. At the edge, she could see the castle.

“I must admit, I’m surprised to see you here, Sara.”

Sara looked to her side to see Nyssa standing next to her. “Who are you?”

Nyssa shrugged. “Nyssa Raatko, a simple blacksmith who moved into the kingdom about seven years ago.”

“And the truth?”

There was a long silence as Nyssa wrestled with what to say. Finally, she reached a decision. “Nyssa Al Ghul, former assassin in service to Ra’s Al Ghul, the Demon.”

Sara froze as she stared at Nyssa. Everyone had heard of the elusive Demon and his elite company of assassins.

Nyssa nodded at the reaction and turned to leave. “I will leave the kingdom immediately. As far as I know, there are no further contracts on your King’s head so he should be safe for the time being. The persons who commissioned the contract have been dealt with and it is voided.”

She paused when Sara asked her, “Why did you save the King?”

“This kingdom was my home and I have no grievance against him. I see no reason for him to die.”

“Than stay?”

Nyssa turned to face Sara who gave a cautious smile. “Former right? I’m still wrapping my head around that someone could actually leave the Demon’s company. It’d be better for the Kingdom to have someone with your skills as an ally. So Nyssa Raatko, could we maybe take conversation to somewhere warmer?”

Sara presented a hand to Nyssa who, after a moment, grasped the other woman’s hand. “I’d like that.”

#nyssara #nyssaxsara #saraxnyssa #nyssa #sara #fanfic #my longest oneshot!#god this took forever #Posting now or it'll just live in my WIP folder indefinitely

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afy2018 · 4 years

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Going Through Changes Ch. 1

[Aug. 24th, 2020]

It was very early, that Monday morning, when Sara woke up. The curtain, being partially closed, revealed the sun’s strong rays. She glanced over to her roommate, Samantha Santos, who was still sound asleep. Sara slid out of her bed and quietly got changed, taking a moment to turn off her alarm so it would not go off. She grabbed her bag and books before swiping her wallet, keys, and phone. It was almost completely quiet in the dorms. She could hear some muffled conversations as she made her way down the hall. There was a student in the lobby, working as a campus officer and another working the desk.

Sara waved and continued to the cafeteria. The campus had a few students walking around, but most were either already in class or just getting ready for another early morning class. Even the breeze was calm and tired, barely grazing through the trees. The building’s lights were still on like stars to pave the way through the university. Sara gazed at the stars that still lightly speckled the sky. She tried to find the familiar constellations before they disappeared into the daylight.

Sara made her way into the cafeteria where there were only five other students getting breakfast as they waited for their day to begin. Sara walked in line to buy a breakfast burrito and a bottle of orange juice.

She peeled back the thin shiny wrapper and made her way to her classroom. There were more students walking around as she made her way through the campus and to the F Building. The professor’s offices were mostly dark with only one person in their room - that Sara could see. She made her way to her classroom. Still fifteen minutes ahead, Sara walked into the almost empty classroom. Her Professor stood at the podium-desk next to his notes and a pile of syllabi, just waiting to start the new semester. Professor Wright was a portly old man with a bulbous nose that hooked at the end. His dark eyes were full of life as he waited for the lecture hall to fill up and the hour to pass over.

Sara sat in the middle of the hall as the seats around her quickly filled up. She was surprised to see the number of women in the class. From what she could see, there was about one girl for every three boys in there with her. The moment the thin black minute hand on the clock at the back of the classroom ticked over the twelve, Professor Wright sprung to life.

“Good morning class. Welcome back.” He called out to his students. “I would like to start with those on the waitlist. Raise your hands so I can see… who or how many I need to add,” He quickly corrected, counting the seven students on the waitlist. “Okay. After class come up and I’ll email you the add code. Now,” He sighed, grabbing a stack of papers, “time for my favorite part, the syllabus.” He handed it to a blonde boy up in the front of the row and walked back to his desk. “Now, I have a PDF on canvas if there aren’t enough to go around. The important dates and my office hours are on the front. My rules of the classroom are on the second page, my recommended resources- all free- are listed in the very back. In the middle, you will find the description for your Final, your Midterm, and your three research papers. There isn’t any homework for this class. Show up to the lectures and you will pass. I take attendance once that hand reaches 8:00. If you are late to class because of reasons you cannot control, call, text, and email in that order with evidence Like hospital wrist band, pictures of your car troubles, et cetera. Any questions?”

A few students began to ask questions. Someone asked about the way he wanted the assignments turned in, another asked about the late policy. As important as these questions and answers were, Sara felt like something was off. She glanced around the slanted beige room and found a pair of dark chocolate eyes watching her. Her father had always taught her to be vigilant to any threat, especially on campus, but as she glanced at the person staring at her, she just nodded in their direction, feeling no malice, just curiosity from them.

There was a young woman with dark brown hair pulled back in a tight bun. She had tan golden skin that was mostly covered with by a dark green sweatshirt that said “CCRI Knights”; the rest was too small for Sara to read. The woman quickly glanced at another student in the room with her, twirling her pencil around her fingers.

Sara tore her gaze away from her and focused back on her professor. Wright was talking about his thoughts on social media for some reason, making Sara wish she’d learned the context to this rant. By studying how he spoke, Sara could tell that this guy was a rambler as the reviews on Rate My Professor had warned, but he was the highest rated professor for this class, so she decided that she’d just have to sit through it. Of all types of professors to have, “The Rambler” was not the worst kind at all.

Lost in her thoughts, Sara missed whatever Professor Wright had said to end the class. She quickly gathered her belongings and headed to the cafeteria. On her way there, she passed by the art wing. There was a glinting and sparkling piece that caught her eye from one of the hallways. She followed the way down, taking a quick moment to explore the small art garden.

There was a large glittering glass mosaic wall. It was a beautiful piece reflecting the native flora and fauna of New Jersey. There was a deer and a fox by the river with a fish hopping out. The colors were beautiful, with iridescent glass on the birds and trees, bronze for the deer, and a fiery amber for the fox.

Sara glanced at her phone to check the time, she still had an hour and forty minutes until her next class, great to get food from Jeepers. She headed back out of the art garden and to the casual restaurant. Sara had been there before because it came with her meal plan. Jeepers was a fun place with a lot of seating for the students. She kind of wondered how busy it was going to be.

Walking into Jeepers, Sara spotted a familiar face by the windows on the barstool. It was that girl in the forest green sweater. Even though her back was turned to her, Sara could still tell it was her. She decided to grab a bite before the lines got too long and sit next to her. They could swap numbers just in case either of them missed a class.

Sara walked in line and ordered an Asian chicken wrap, grabbed a bag of original Skinny Pop, a banana, and a bottle of water. She waited behind a string bean guy who could not have been any taller than Sara herself. He had a slight frame with messy brown hair. When he turned to look back at Sara, she first noticed his thick sharp brown eyebrows, then his wide and inviting smile.

“Hey.” He greeted.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

The young man shrugged and grabbed his food. “Pretty good. I just got out of my first college class.” He finished with an excited smile.

Sara couldn’t help but smile back. “So this is your first year?” She asked paying for her meal.

“Yeah! I’m Barry, Barry Allen.” He introduced, quickly reaching over to shake her hand.

“Hey, Barry, I’m Sara Lance.” She smiled. “I’m a Junior here.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” She answered, taking her food and thanking the cashier. “Did you get the turkey club?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason.” She shrugged, “Bye Barry.”

“Wait, why?” He asked again.

Sara chuckled to herself, just pulling his leg. She walked to the window where her classmate was sitting and took the spot to her left. The girl looked at Sara, tearing her focus away from the textbook in front of her.

“Hey, you’re in my Ethics class right?” Sara inquired.

“Yeah, I’m Nyssa.” She greeted, closing her book.

“Sara, without an H.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“So Criminal Justice major, too?”

“Yeah. I’m here for my masters before I join the UN Security Force.”

“Same here, but I want to join the CIA or the FBI. What’s the UN Security Force?”

“The part I want to join in is the Blue Berets, it’s their armed forces. They’re also known as the Peacekeepers. They help protect people like the victims of African raiders and ISIS.”

“Wow.”

“What about you?”

“I want to become an agent. Hey, do you want to swap numbers, you know just in case one of us misses class?”

“Oh, yeah, sounds good to me.”

Sara reached into her backpack and pulled out a pencil and pad of sticky notes. She quickly jotted down her phone number, email, and name before peeling it off and handing it to Nyssa.

“So what’s CCRI?” She asked while entering the number into her phone.

“Community College of Rhode Island.”

“Oh wow, that’s a long ways away.”

“Yeah, but I really wanted to get out of there,” Nyssa sighed. “What about you. Where are you from?”

“New York.”

“Wow, I’ve always wanted to go there! What’s it like?”

“I mean, it’s a mix. One moment you’re in the city and the next you’re in the suburban hills, then you’re in another state. What about Rhode Island, I’ve never been there.”

“I mean, really it’s a tiny state that it mostly a bay then another state almost right away.” She joked, glancing at the clock on her phone. “Well, I have to go. I’ll see you around, Sara.”

“See you, Nyssa.” Sara smiled, not partaking in her meal as Nyssa walked away.

As Nyssa walked away, Sara’s phone went off in her pocket. A text lit up from her phone with the message “Hey Sara, it’s Nyssa.”

Sara texted back, “Hey, dude”, before adding her into her contacts as, ‘Nyssa (The Cute Girl)’. She glanced at her phone and continued to eat her lunch.

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It was her third and final class of the day and Sara was actually kind of glad. She walked to the building and went down the hallway to her last class. She was glad to have ceramics between her major classes because it was a nice break. Sara walked into the classroom and sat down in the middle with a few other students. She set up her belongings, getting ready to write down her schedule and organized her planner, highlighting the two syllabi she placed on her desk. Someone tapped on her shoulder, making Sara glance up at them. It was Nyssa again. Sara quickly moved her backpack out of the chair next to her and smiled up at her.

“You stalking me, Nyssa?” She joked.

“I mean you saved me a spot.” She taunted back. “Were you expecting me?”

Sara chuckled and went back to fixing her planner as their teacher spoke to a few students. She glanced at her phone, two minutes before class, and their professor had already begun to hand out the syllabus and a few other papers. Once they made their round to Sara and Nyssa, it seemed that the extra papers were meant to introduce the students to their teacher. It was a Getting-to-Know-You page off of the internet. Sara filled out the survey and re-read her answers again.

“Alright, I want you to go to seven people and learn their name and one thing off of that paper.” He proclaimed, sitting back in his chair.

Sara turned to Nyssa and asked, “What was your first pet’s name?”

“Levi, he was a frog. What about you?”

“I had a Canary named Tweedie.”

“Like Tweety bird?”

“Yeah.” Sara chuckled writing Nyssa’s answer by the question.

She then went to a six other classmates of hers, learning that a boy named Nicola was born in Montana, a girl named Denise is a Pisces, another boy named James wanted to be a farmer growing up, Rachel has four siblings, Evan would want to rename himself, Charles, and Alex played bass in a Math-Rock band. It was fun, much more fun than Sara thought it would be. She was glad that she could keep the paper, it was interesting to learn more about her peers. As their class ended, they packed their belongings and began out the door.

“Hey, Nyssa, you wanna get something to eat at the cafeteria?” Sara asked, trying to catch up with her.

“Oh, yeah.”

“So, judging by your community college, I’m guessing that you’re not a local.” Sara wondered on their way.

“Yeah, I’m staying in University Court.”

“Really? Me, too. I’m in building 8.”

“Building 2.”

“So, what are you getting?”

“I haven’t tried their pasta choices yet.” Nyssa shrugged.

“Might I recommend the manicotti? It’s stuffed with ricotta and Italian sausage. It’s really filling.”

“How much do you get?” Nyssa asked pulling out her wallet.

“Like,” Sara began trying to size it up with her hands, “this big, and you get two.”

“Wow… I mean I’ve never had the manicotti?”

“Yeah, and they’re really good. Especially the ones they make here.”

“I think I’ll get it then. What about you?”

Sara glanced at the menu and shrugged. “I’m gonna get a burrito, or… nah, I’ll just stick with a Ceasar salad. After this, we should head back to the dorms.”

“Oh, why?”

“They close at 8:30.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s in, like, fifteen minutes.” Nyssa nodded before going up to order.

“So,” Sara began, unfolding a paper in her pocket, “while our food’s getting ready. ‘What is your favorite holiday?’”

“The questionnaire?”

“Yup.”

“Halloween. You?”

“Christmas.”

“Wasn’t one of the questions, like, what’s your least favorite holiday?”

“Yeah, mine’s Christmas again.”

“Why?”

Because my birthday’s Christmas day and it’s kind of annoying to constantly be compared to Jesus by religious friends, the antichrist by regular friends, and a Christmas miracle by distant family.”

“I bet you only got Christmas presents, too. Not much of a birthday celebration?”

“Yeah. No parties either because everyone traveled for the holidays.”

“So,” Nyssa asked glancing at the paper. “You can hotwire a car?”

“Yeah.”

“How’d you learn that?”

“From some friends in high school.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. What’s a weird fact about you?”

“Well, it’s not really weird more as it’s just a fact about me.”

“Anything will do.”

“Well, I did jujitsu until high school.”

“Really? Why’d you stop?” Sara asked grabbing their food.

“I started wrestling. It became too much to play a sport and do another one outside of school. Did you play any sports in high school?”

“No, but I did use to fight. It helped that had learned some basic skills from my dad.”

“Wait, like fist fighting?”

“Yeah, I’d fight for money.”

“Wow, were you good?”

“My stats were pretty good. I could beat most people, but I wasn’t great, just had a lot of stamina.”

“I did not expect that from you, you look like… well like…”

“A princess? Yeah, just to the public, but in private I’m not so nice and proper.” She joked.

“Are you a secret queen of underground fighting rings?”

“Depends, are you gonna 21 Jump Street me?”

Nyssa rolled her eyes and took a bite of the manicotti. “Oh wow, that’s pretty damn good!”

“I know right?” Sara chuckled looking at the paper again. “So, we did one weird fact, siblings?”

“I have an older sister, Talia, and a younger brother, Saracon.” She told her, rounding the corner to University Court.

“I have an older sister, too, Laurel.”

“So what’s she up to?”

“She’s a lawyer. Right now she’s working for a small company. Last time she texted me, she said that she was getting ready for her first case defending a divorce settlement.”

“Wow, my sister works for my Dad’s business and my brother’s kind of AWOL, well to my dad and Talia, that is. My turn.” Nyssa said changing the subject to look at the paper. “If you could rename yourself what would it be?”

“Sara with an H.”

“So people don’t-”

“Don’t get my name wrong, yeah. What about you?”

“Amaal, I don’t know I just wrote down a random name.”

“Why Amaal first?”

“It’s a common name in my community.” She shrugged as they came upon the dorms. “Well, this is my stop.”

“Mine, too.”

“See you on Wednesday?”

“Yeah, I’m not planning on dropping any classes, so.”

“Alright, night, Sara without an H.”

“Night, Amaal,” Sara smirked, going to her dorm.

She went into the dorm and began to room 124. She took out her card key and placed it against the sensor, waiting for the beep, the green light, and the sound of the lock clicking out of place. She walked into the low lit room to see her roommate and “Big Sister” Sam Santos on her bed with her blankets pulled up her legs, her laptop slapped onto her stomach as she typed something onto the keyboard. Her hood was pulled over her head. She glanced around her device at Sara and gave her a large smile and closed the lid. Sam sat up and took a swig from her hydro flask.

“How was the first day?”

“Good. I met a new student who’s in my first and last class.”

“Cool.”

“What about you?”

“Very easy, so far.” She smirked brandishing her laptop.

“When’s your next class?”

“Well I have an online lecture at 9 and then an art class at noon, and finally my history classes back to back from 2 to 6.”

“I have the same schedule.”

“I don’t know how you do the early bird-night owl schedule.” Sam huffed.

“I enjoy it. Hey, when’s our first meeting?”

“It’s Sunday at noon. We have to sign up for shifts for Club Day.”

“Don’t we also have to elect a new leader?”

“Oh yeah, well, in the Spring.”

“Ally texted me that she wanted to start early.” Sara inquired, looking at her phone. “Dina said that they were talking about it… anyway, I don’t know though.”

“They’ll decide soon enough.” Sam sighed looking down at her laptop and opened it up again. “Oh, so about your new friend, what’s she like?”

“She’s nice and weirdly serious and laid back at the same time.”

“Sounds mysterious.”

“I don’t know about that. She’s a criminal justice major like myself,” Sara shrugged pulling on her pajamas, “she seems kind of nerdy though.”

“Sounds like a good girl,” Sam noted peeking up from her laptop.

Sara paused halfway pulling her shirt on. “It’s not like that.”

“Okay, okay, that’s not what you said about Riley Appletree.”

“First of all, it’s Riley Oglesbee. Second, he wasn’t too bad.”

“He was one of the messiest people I had ever met.”

“I liked him, he was really nice.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah… we went out to sushi a lot.” Sara shrugged.

“You liked him because he took you out for food and bought you stuff.”

“Yup.” She huffed sliding onto her bed.

“Honestly, I don’t blame you… but I do judge you.” Sam chuckled opening up a bag of kettle corn Popchips.

“You know I can’t let just you eat those.”

“I know.” She nodded scooting over for Sara.

#Nyssara #Arrow #Arrowverse #Nyssa al Ghul #sara lance #lgbt #fanfic #femslash #wlw #sfw fanfic

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iliveinfantasylife · 4 years

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Hello, folks. People requested the drabbles I’ve been writing of Sara and Nyssa and Last Summer before This Summer of the great summer camp au, so here we are: I’m posting it. I’m also warning you: it’s going to hurt.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe, Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance Characters: Ava Sharpe, Sara Lance, Nyssa al Ghul, Zari Tomaz | Zari Tarazi, Charlie (DC's Legends of Tomorrow), Amaya Jiwe, Nate Heywood, Ray Palmer, Nora Darhk, Laurel Lance Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Drabble, Ficlet Collection, Ficlet, AvaLance, Nyssara Series: Part 2 of So Cut the Headlights, Summer's a Knife: or, the Great Grand Summer Camp AU, and it's Extra Ficlets Summary:

This is a series of drabbles/ficlets/chapters, idk, that go with my Avalance Summer Camp AU fic, Is It Too Soon To Do This Yet? Cause I Know That it's Delicate.

I'm writing it by request: some people were curious to see the relationship between Nyssa and Sara, amongst other, separate little stories in that verse, and I have some exceedingly painful ones. So, here we are!

#avalance #nyssara #nyssa al ghul #sara lance #ava sharpe #zari tomaz #is it too soon to do this yet #drabbles #ficlets #fanfic #fan fiction

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nyssarra · 4 years

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Please, Nyssa

Chapter Five: I Woke With Her Walls Around Me

Summary: When Sara's falls ill, Nyssa watches over her Beloved.

Fandom: Arrow.

Relationship: Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance.

Characters: Nyssa al Ghul, Sara Lance.

Rating: General Audiences.

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“Please, Nyssa.”

Nyssa sat on her bed and leaned over Sara as she pressed a cold washcloth to her forehead. Sara's face was flushed with fever and she whimpered as Nyssa drew the cloth down her cheek. A coughing fit racked Sara’s body and Nyssa dropped the cloth to rub her back.

When it subsided Sara looked up at her with such need and sorrow. She knew she could never resist indulging Sara, especially now. Nyssa nodded and placed the cloth in the bowl on her nightstand.

Sara reached out to lock her arms around Nyssa's neck, but her grip was loose. Nyssa put her arm around Sara's shoulder to hold her up. She gave into her Beloved's request and grabbed the blanket to pull it with her as she put her other arm under Sara's legs. Nyssa picked her up and turned around to sit against the headboard with Sara resting in her lap.

Nyssa tucked the blanket around her legs as Sara tucked her head in Nyssa's shoulder. She could feel the heat from Sara's forehead, but Sara let out a breath and sighed in her arms. A soft smile appeared on Sara’s lips and Nyssa brushed her hair back, massaging her scalp and running her fingers through her hair.

Sara breathed in unsteady breaths as the respiratory illness ravaged her already weak lungs. She had barely recovered from the dry drowning she had when Nyssa found her in the waters of Lian Yu. Sara’s sickness now was just a small reminder of how broken her Beloved was, but Nyssa was determined to make her whole.

Sara settled further into her arms and grabbed onto the collar of her shirt. Holding on with a death grip, she knew that Sara would never let go. Nyssa grabbed the book of poetry that she had been reading from the nightstand and opened it to where she had left off before Sara had awakened.

Nyssa leaned down to kiss Sara's forehead before she began reading out loud. As she suspected, it seemed to soothe Sara and her eyes fluttered close. She kept her fingers silent as she slipped to the next page. As Nyssa read, Sara let out a labored breath and she brushed away the hair from Sara's face. Her cheeks were still flushed and hot but at least she was able to get some rest.

Only moments later, Sara coughed and woke up. Her single caught dissolved into a coughing fit and her whole body shook. Nyssa dropped the book and reached for the nebulizer, starting it and holding the mask against Sara's face. Sara looked up at her and Nyssa could see the pain in her eyes. The coughing fit seemed to last for hours, before Sara collapsed back against her, still trying to catch her breath.

Nyssa was so tempted to take a cup of Lazarus water from the pit, just a few drops Sara’s suffering would be over. Still, they had both vowed never to touch the waters, and given its effects, it was a vow she could ever break. So Nyssa just held Sara closer and prayed that her suffering would be over by morning.

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Nyssa groaned as she awoke, opening her eyes to see the morning sun filtering in through the windows. The sun provided light as the candles had long since burned out. Nyssa’s back was sore and her legs were numb from holding Sara all night and she stretched her arms up, trying to relieve some of the aches.

“Good morning.”

Nyssa quickly looked down to see Sara smiling up at her. She grabbed the thermometer and Sara dutifully let her place it under her tongue to confirm that her fever was gone.

“Good morning,” Nyssa whispered, she placed her hand on Sara's chest to feel her breathing even and full breaths. “I see that you're feeling better.”

“Much better, thanks to you.”

Nyssa smiled as she reached out to hold Sara’s face. Sara smiled back at her and held her hand, turning to kiss her palm.

Nyssa shifted, stretching again and Sara moved off her lap. Nyssa laid back down and pulled Sara back in as she rested her head on Nyssa’s chest. The sunlight streamed across Sara’s face, Illuminating her golden hair. Nyssa smiled as she reached down to kiss Sara’s forehead and they settled back into bed.

Sara quickly fell back asleep, but Nyssa stayed up, still watching over her Beloved. Sara was out of the woods, yet Nyssa kept an eye on her as she reached for her book of poetry again. She picked up where she left off as she held Sara's head against her chest. The cooks came in the tray of breakfast and one of the doctors popped in to look over Sara and confirmed that she was doing better.

Once they left Sara settling back in bed and convinced Nyssa to read to her again. As Nyssa read she ran her fingers over Sara’s forehead and listened to her breathing. Although Sara still had a light cough, Nyssa enjoyed a more peaceful morning knowing her Beloved would be alright.

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avasharpe · 4 years

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Beloved

Chapter: Five of ?

Summary: Sara's fear of water resurfaces when the Legends are forced to make an emergency landing in the Pacific Ocean.

Fandom: Arrow and DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance.

Characters: Nyssa al Ghul and Sara Lance.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Fear, water, boats, anxiety attack, a single swear word, Nyssa on the Waverider.

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“Wakey, wakey, asshole!” Sara said, as the rogue time assassin and a former member of the League of Assassin, started to stir. When the assassin, named Cyrus, looked up, he saw Nyssa and Sara smiling triumphantly. They stood on the other side of the glass in what most of the crew referred to as ‘the cube of shame’.

“Come to gloat,” Cyrus sneered.

“Very much so,” Nyssa said. After everything, he had done to her, to the timeline and to the team, they had finally caught him.

“After we fix your mess and wipe your memory,” Sara said, leaning in to intimidate him further. “You won’t be able to hurt anyone else ever again.”

“No cell can hold me,” Cyrus growled, pressing his fists up against the glass.

Nyssa just smiled. “We’re not putting you in a cell, we’re sending you straight to middle ages with no memory of the future. You will not be able to hurt anyone ever again.”

Nyssa and Sara smiled at him one last time before walking out. Once the door shut behind them Nyssa leaned against the wall and let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey,” Sara said in a soft tone, putting her hand on Nyssa's shoulder. She had seen how Nyssa had personally taken responsibility for Cyrus’s actions. He was one of the members of the League that she had let go when she disbanded the League. “We got him.”

Nyssa looked up and smiled, pulling Sara in and hugged her. She melted into the feeling of Sara’s warm embrace, familiar and safe.

“Let’s go,” Nyssa said, pulling away and walking down the hall and towards their bedroom where Sara happily followed her along.

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A few hours later, Nyssa and Sara entered the bridge, a few of the Legends were hanging around. Mick was drinking in the parlor with Zari, who just had a soda as they looked over his latest draft, Nate, Mona, and Charlie were messing around with some of the old maps, and Nora was helping Ray and Behrad.

“How’s it looking?” Sara asked Ray as he and Behrad worked on the damaged navigational system.

“I think we’re ready. Want to give it a go?” Behrad asked, as he screwed the panel back in.

“Everything's in tip top shape Captain,” Ray said with a smile as he straightened up and wiped the oil off of his hands.

“Okay Gideon, start it up,” Sara said, as she made her way to the pilot’s seat. “Okay everyone prepare for a time jump.”

It was usually fine to time jump without having to be seated, but everyone knew that it was better to be safe than sorry and quickly got strapped in.

“Plot a course for Europe 1630, please Gideon,” Sara said, looking down as the correct location appeared on the navigation screen.

The engines roared to life as everyone let out a sigh of relief as their days of hard work had finally paid off. Sara looked over at Nyssa and nodded, to which Nyssa only smiled. Nyssa had been through so much when she disbanded the League, and Sara was happy that she could help Nyssa end her father’s horrible legacy.

“Enough with the gooey eyes!” Mick protested. “Let’s hit it.”

“Okay here we go,” Sara said, placing a hand on the ship’s thruster handle and easing it forward. “Everybody ready?”

After hearing a chorus of replies and waiting for everyone to get a hold of their seats, Sara pushed forward. They exited the time stream and into the sunny skies over the ocean, certainly not Europe. The ocean waters were clear blue and the sun shone down upon them. As soon as the time ship came out of the time stream, angry red warnings came up on the screens. The sound of alarms filled the bridge and the normal lights shut off as the ship transferred to emergency power. They could all feel the ship’s engines sputter as Sara struggled to keep them in the air.

“Gideon and what’s wrong?” Ray asked.

“Although, it appears we have made it to the year 1630, we are flying over the waters of the Pacific rather than the European continent. It seems that the jump has also damaged the engines. I am doing my best to keep everything online, but I’m afraid... I... won’t…” Gideon trailed off as she went offline.

“Looks like we’re in for another crash landing,” Charlie said, as she braced herself in her seat.

“Damn it, I thought we fixed this,” Ray said, attempting to get out his seat, but the crash protocol had locked all of the harnesses.

“At least we got to where we were supposed to,” Nora replied, reaching out to take Ray’s hand.

“We need to land in the water!” Nyssa shouted over the alarms.

“There's an island just ahead. We can make it!” Sara hollered, gripping onto the thrusters and clenching her teeth. But before Sara even got the chance to try and make it to the island, the ship gave out and took a nosedive, heading straight for the water. Sara was just able to level the ship vertically. However, she lost distance and height as the Waverider brushed the water, skidding to a stop a few hundred meters from the island.

“Okay, everybody there’s an emergency lifeboat in the cargo bay, we can use that to taxi the ship to land. There we can make the necessary repairs,” Ray said, as the seat harnesses released and he got up.

Everyone got up from their seats and made their way to the cargo bay. Nyssa stayed particularly close to Sara as they walked down the steps. Ray opened the hangar door which immediately let water in, flooding the cargo bay with several inches of water.

“Awe man,” Zari said, throwing up her hands as water rushed over her heels. She quickly took them off and tossed them up the stairs.

“Will the water flood the rest of the ship?” Charlie asked, trudging water beside Zari.

“No, the ship is designed to float in an emergency. The cargo bay can be completely flooded, but the water wouldn’t reach the rest of the ship,” Behrad replied as he hopped down the stairs.

Ray made his way over to one of the floating cargo boxes and maneuvered it out to the open hangar door. With Behrad’s help, he opened the box and pressed one of the buttons inside, which immediately transformed the box into a small boat. As soon as it transformed Behrad set about to start the engine on the back of the boat.

“Everybody in,” Charlie said, not waiting for an okay and hopping into the boat.

The rest the Legends, who had been standing on the stairs to the cargo bay, immediately took their positions in the boat, but Sara stood frozen on the stairs. Nyssa stood next to her, with one arm around Sara's waist. Sara’s face had gone pale and she crossed her arms in front of her as she made herself small against the wall.

Sara watched, mesmerized, as the water splashed around the room. She was caught up in the memory of trudging through the half sunken Amazo and later being pulled out to sea on both the Gambit and the Amazo. All of Sara’s memories of water held nothing but danger and she could still feel the water holding down her soul in the Lazarus pit. Sara couldn’t move from her spot on the steps above the water. The situation she was now in was far too similar to her past shipwrecks.

“I’ll stay on the ship and help pilot it to the island,” Sara said, barely loud enough for them to hear. She did her best to sound authoritative and look them in the eye, but her mouth was suddenly dry and she could feel her body shaking against the wall.

All Sara could hear was the sound of her heart beating violently in her chest. She closed her eyes and tried to remember all of the techniques she had learned to control her fear in Nanda Parbat. Sara tried to listen to Nyssa’s calming voice in her ear telling her to breathe deeply, but all she could hear was the sound of the water splashing in the cargo bay below and all the awful memories and held with it.

“It’s not safe Sara, you have to come with us,” Ray insisted.

“No! Someone has to stay to make sure Cyrus doesn’t escape,” Sara said as her voice fluctuated and her eyes were glued shut.

“Got him,” Mick said, as he walked down the steps with an unconscious Cyrus slung over his shoulder and deposited him into the boat.

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Mick looked back at Sara on the steps and he and Nyssa shared a look. They both knew about Sara’s fear of the water and had discussed what they would need to do if an event such as this happened. Although, neither of them felt easy with their plan.

“I am sorry my Beloved,” Nyssa said as she picked Sara up bridal style. Sara’s eyes flew open as she let out a shriek.

“Put me down,” Sara said, her voice full of fury.

As she squirmed in her arms, Nyssa could feel Sara’s nails digging into her neck. Nyssa didn’t reply and simply waded out into the water and gently placed Sara in the boat next to Mick.

“We’re here Sara. You didn’t have to touch the water. It will be a short ride to the shore,” Nyssa reassured her, as she claimed int next to her.

Nate pushed the boat out into the open water before leaping in next to Ray, who starred up the engine. Zari and Behrad used to totem together to fly around and secured the Waverider to the small tugboat, as Ray maneuvered them towards the shore. Even with the speed of the boat, the waters were choppy and they went up and down with the waves in the tiny boat as they towed the ship to shore.

Nyssa did her best to try and comfort Sara, but her placement in the boat did nothing to soothe her fears. Her breathing became uneven as Nyssa sat in front of her, her hands running up and down Sara’s arms. Sara sat as still as a statue, Nyssa knew Sara didn’t want the rest of the crew to see her as weak, and was trying to close herself off.

“Breath, my Beloved, in and out,” Nyssa said in Arabic hoping that it would draw Sara from her mind. She put her hands on either side of Sara’s face and turned Sara’s head up to look her in the eye.

“I’m fine, I’m having an adrenaline response.” Sara tried to remain calm, but her voice was clearly rattled and she wouldn’t meet Nyssa’s eyes. Her normally calm sky blue eyes were wide in fear and stared off into the distance.

Sara looked down at her fingers and Nyssa saw them shaking. She quickly grabbed both of them and held them close to her chest. “You won’t end up in the water, you’re alright, you’re safe here with me, nothing is going to happen to you Sara, I promise you.”

Sara just stared off into the distance. She took slow and shallow breaths as the shaking in her hands moved to her entire body. Nyssa knew that she was having an anxiety attack and she felt so useless at being unable to stop it. Nyssa stood up and moved behind Sara, wrapping her arms around Sara’s chest and pulling her in. Nyssa demonstrated big deep breaths in the hope that the feeling of her breathing would encourage Sara to do the same. Yet, Sara’s breathing remained erratic as they slowly made their way to the island.

After an eternity, they pulled up onto the beach. Sara didn’t move and Nyssa didn’t force her to. Though, the second that Nate and Mick pulled the boat onto the sand, Sara bolted. Out of Nyssa’s arms and she hit the sand running. Sara ran from the beach and into the woods, and Nyssa quickly got out to follow her.

“Is Sara gonna be ok?” Nate asked.

Nyssa looked up to see the concerned faces of the team looking over at them. She gave them a curt nod, before she took off into the forest, running after Sara.

She didn’t have to go very far before she found Sara on her hands and knees on the floor of the forest. Sara had stumbled over a log and hadn’t gone up, she remained frozen on the ground as Nyssa ran towards her. Nyssa jumped over the log and crouched down next to her, putting her arm on Sara’s shoulder.

Sara looked up at her and sat back on her legs, her breathing was more erratic than before and Sara cleansed her chest, holding her shirt in her fist.

“Sara you’re having an anxiety attack,” Nyssa said, as she reached out to put her hand on Sara’s shoulder, trying in any way to comfort her.

“I’m fine... I’m trained... to handle... my... adrenaline... response...” Each word came out in a single breath as if Sara was trying her hardest to speak.

“That is usually in a fight, my Beloved,” Nyssa said, kneeling to sit down in front of her. “You’re trained to control your fight response. This is fear, it’s different. You have never reacted well to the water.”

“I’m fine, I can settle down!” Sara yelled.

“I know you can, but let me help you,” Nyssa said as she wrapped her arms around her and pulled Sara against her chest. “I need you to take deep breaths for me Sara.”

Sara nodded but struggled to take deep breaths. Nyssa didn’t say anything, she just put both of her hands on Sara’s chest, right over her heart. Sara held onto her hands with a death grip, but Nyssa didn’t mind.

Slowly, Sara’s breathing returned back to normal. She loosened the death grip she had on Nyssa’s hands, but Nyssa didn’t dare loosen her grip on Sara.

Nyssa pulled Sara into her lab and they just sat on the ground, Sara squirmed in her lap and turned around to look at her. Sara wrapped her arms around her neck and buried her face in Nyssa’s hair. Nyssa kissed her forehead and ran her fingers through Sara’s hair. “I’ve got you, my beloved.”

They stayed like that for a little bit longer, until Nyssa noticed Mick and Charlie approaching them. She waved them off and nodded, letting them know that Sara was alright, but Nyssa knew that Sara needed more time. Mick and Charlie nodded and then quietly went back. Sara must have heard them, because she picked up her head and looked up at Nyssa, her blue eyes now clear and calm.

Nyssa reached up to tuck Sara’s hair behind her ears, as the few strands that she kept short by her face had fallen out of place. Nyssa held Sara’s face and Sara gently closed her eyes again and leaned into her touch.

“I’m sorry,” Sara whispered.

“No,” Nyssa said in a gentle, but firm tone. “There is nothing to be sorry for Sara. Fear is a natural thing and it keeps us safe from the things that have harmed us before. You have been harmed by the water. It was almost your death and it was your birth, both of which were traumas to you.”

Sara just shook her head. “I should have been better prepared for this. I knew that my fear of the water had come back since I was resurrected but, I just couldn’t put myself through the fear training again.”

“If you don’t want to face this fear, then you don’t have to,” Nyssa said, as Sara looked her in the eye for the first time since her anxiety attack started. “I remember how hard it was for you the first time.”

Sara nodded, remembering it as well. It was a common occurrence in the League to force its members to face their fears. The trainer introduced their fear to the trainee until they were no longer afraid. When done properly, exposure therapy was very helpful, but the way the League did it was extreme.

Nyssa had been there when Sara was put through it the first time. Back then Sara’s fear of the water was as bad as it was now, and even in the smallest of pools would cause her to panic. Back then there was also more at stake for Sara to complete the training. To fail the League meant death, and so, Sara pushed herself to overcome her fear. At the time Nyssa thought it was a necessary evil, but when she saw Sara’s reaction to it, and how Sara had become numb during the training, doubt had filled her mind. It was the first time Nyssa had ever doubted the League’s methods, and it led her down the path to reject the League and her father. Now Nyssa saw it for what it was. A torturous method to manipulate the new members into being thankful for the League, while deconstructing them and rebuilding them in Ra’s al Ghul’s image. Nyssa would rather die, then put Sara through that again.

Sara curled up in her lap again and Nyssa wrapped her arms around her, if she had to hold Sara forever she would, but after a few more moments to hem selves Sara picking up her head and looking up at her

“Can we go back to others now?”

“Only if you are ready to?”

Sara nodded and shifted out of Nyssa’s lap. Nyssa stood up first, to help Sara up and wrapped her arm around Sara’s waist when she stood. Sara gave her a small smile and wrapped her arm around Nyssa’s waist as well as they walked back to the beach. Sara hesitated when the earth turned to sand at the edge of the beach, and Nyssa waited patiently for her to continue. All of the Legends looked up as they approached with large smiling faces, happy to see that Sara was alright.

Behrad ran up to them, then paused. He clearly wanted to hug Sara, but scratched his head, trying to be casual. Sara just smiled and pulled him into a quick hug, before the rest of the Legends ran up and hugged her as well.

“We’re all glad you’re okay,” Zari said when they all pulled back.

“Yeah, and we fixed the ship all by ourselves!” Charlie exclaimed, swinging their arm around Zari’s neck.

“Excuse you,” Nora exclaimed, giving them a playful shove. “Ray and Behrad did all the work.”

“Yeah, but we handed them all the tools and stuff.”

Sara smiled as they delved into a friendly squabble. The ship was out of the water and parked on the sand, waiting for them. Sara looked over at the water, then down at the sand in front of her, and stepped forward. Nyssa squeezed her hand and walked together to Waverider.

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