#i got extremely depressed halfway through and my life went to shit for unrelated reasons but i'm powering thru

[davlucies]

here are all the fics i wrote for @duckprintspress's may trope mayhem. they ended up all being balance fics... surprising no one ;u;

this list is ordered chronologically by when in canon the fic takes place !

there's a flame i know, hotter than hot (davenport/lucretia, "mutual pining")

It wasn’t right, his stupid infatuation. His taunting thoughts and unasked-for feelings. The way his heart ached when she laughed, when she looked at him, her joy and beauty warming him as if stoking a roaring hearth. He loved her, he truly did. It took years for these feelings to accumulate, but now, a decade into their journey, they’d coalesced into a deep yearning. He needed her, but he couldn’t have her. He never would.

small enough to slip inside a book (18+, davenport/lucretia, "secret relationship")

Another ten years, or twenty, and maybe their love would be as mundane as engine maintenance or sitting on watch for the Light to fall.

two shades in sunlight (davenport/lucretia, "outsider pov," bonus info: the title was inspired by "bleeker street" by simon and garfunkel)

She gawked at them, a little. Lucretia was glowing, open and joyous. Dav was admiring her, his expression warm and fond.

heisting (davenport/lucretia, "fake relationship")

“You guys don’t look married at all,” Magnus heckled. Lucretia awkwardly reached for Davenport’s hand, and he took hers. They’d never so much as held hands in front of the crew before. “Nice and natural,” Taako joked.

so stand me by that column (18+ davenport/lup, "wound tending")

“Well…” he’d said, not looking at her, “It’s cathartic, hearing it from someone else. In this context.”

every look is a truce (gen, "accidental ownership")

“I have no qualms as long as we can retrieve the Light,” Davenport said, but his tone was sharp and too defensive. Of course he had qualms.

reassembled (barry/lup, "reincarnation," bonus info: i misread the prompt a lil eheh)

The first time Barry reformed, Lup threw her arms around him. “We missed you,” she said, resting her cheek against his shoulder. All Barry could do was hug her back. His crush bloomed to love in the warmth of her attention, and he was so relieved to be home.

the warmth i missed (barry/davenport/lucretia/lup, "there was only one bed")

Davenport stepped inside, staring at the room. Or, not the room. The bed. That was the thing: there was only one bed.

still waiting for the swollen Easter tide (18+, davenport/lucretia, "forced proximity")

“Hopefully the others will get the Light,” he said. He watched her shiver. Even after the long weeks they’d spent here, they were still unused to the dungeon’s cold. It was a perpetual chill, a perpetual discomfort.

bottom storage (gen with background ships, "bottom storage")

“This is the worst day of my life,” Taako said. “It might be the best day of mine, if I’m being fully honest,” Davenport said, still fishing random crap out of his pockets. 

no dog in the yard (gen, "keep your dog on a leash")

Davenport looked behind the counter. The man’s face was clear, at least, but he was glaring at them. At Davenport. “You keep that thing away from the merchandise, alright lady?”

once more, just to dream (18+, magnus/lucretia, "mistaken identity")

It’s not that he’s in love with her. Just, it would be hot to bend her over her desk and fuck her like she's a normal person. Like she's his.

an unexploded shell (18+, davenport/lucretia, "vampire")

She knew he hated when she spoke like this, when she was honest. She destroyed everything she touched, everyone who got near. It would have been better if she had died during Story and Song. His life would be easier with her dead.

it's just a jump to the left (gen with background ships, "time loop")

Lucretia shifts, a crease forming between her eyebrows. Davenport remembers this, her defensiveness. And how quickly her shield had been shot down. “You don’t know that,” she says. “We don’t know anything about what the Light is capable of."

tomorrow, you can go back to being alone (18+, davenport/lucretia, "love requited too late")

Davenport’s stomach twisted. She was leaving them to be alone, to stew in grief and regrets like she always did. Like he did when he was at sea. “I’m leaving too,” he said.