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[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 22

“Sweetheart, come here.”

The child ran to her mother, eyes filled with curiosity.

“Your father and I wanted you to meet someone. This is Kal-El, say hello.”

The girl peeked her head out, and the boy did the same, standing behind his father. When their gazes met, they both smiled.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N)!”

Your grin was wide, and he giggled, taking your hand as he ran off with you.

“Sweets...”

“Sweets.”

He lifted his head. Booth was standing over him, eyes sullen.

“We have to call this in.”

He knew that. They need to alert the police, tell someone. He wasn’t sure how long he had sat there, crying. It felt like an eternity, but in truth it might have just been a few minutes. Vince was dead a few meters away and even though Sweets knew that, he still wanted to shoot him a couple more times.

But he knew it wouldn’t do a thing.

It wouldn’t bring you back.

He hadn’t bothered to wipe his tears. With one last look at you, he swallowed, picturing all the times you’d smiled at him. Laugh with him, watched him do foolish things. Then there were the times you would send these soft looks that held adoration and trust.

No matter what happened, since that day that he’d held you, there was always a look of unwavering trust. He never thought something that had become so common in his life would be so important. It meant the world to him.

You meant the world to him. His only regret is that he never had a chance to tell you that.

“Okay.”

That’s all he said. Booth already had his phone in his hand, and Sweets slid his hand under your legs to lift you off the floor. He had every intention of moving, but the golden glow at your stomach stopped him and everyone else.

It seemed to light up the whole area that had been dull when the light broke. He stared, astonished. It vanished just as quickly as it came. Your clothes were still covered in blood, but when he looked down, your face had color.

Life.

For a moment no one moved, breathed.

All at once your eyes snapped open and you gasped, sucking in a mouthful of air as you pushed and pulled at his body.

“LANCE!!”

You screamed as if he were in danger and he grabbed your cheeks, trying to calm you down. Angela’s eyes lit up and both Brennan and Hodgins were laughing with tears filled eyes. Camille and Booth had placed both their hands together, giving a silent prayer.

“I’m okay, we’re okay, everyone is okay.” Sweets was trying to reassure you, and it took a while, but you calmed down, looking around the room. Your eyes spotted Vince’s body and you looked back at Sweets.

“What happened…”

He just shook his head, because it was too much to explain. Rather than try, he just kissed you. Booth smiled from his spot, stepping aside to make the call. Your eyes were wide for a few seconds, but you slowly melted into his arms, gripping at his shoulders as you kissed him with the same level of desperation that he delivered.

It would take a while to figure out everything, but for now, sitting there with him felt like enough.

It was enough. 

[khukri]

@lancesweets replied to your post: @lancesweets replied to your post: ...

thats the worst thing ive ever fucking heard. holy shit

ITS LITERALLY SO BAD. i really want to read it just for The Experience™ of it but like..... all of canon is hell at this point

[gaylancesweets]

your /what/ au

temperance “bongs” brennan

[coldasyou]

when i see your url i think about that one magazine cover with freddie highmore in bates motel and then i get whiplash so hard that i die

IF I HAVE TO SEE IT YOU DO TOO

what’s my reputation? what do you think when you see my url?

[aarontveit]

#when will he die @lancesweets​

i don’t know but here’s how i feel about it

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 19

The ride has been a bit silent. 

Your eyes are directed at the expanse of greenery as Sweets drives through the small towns of Kansas. You never expected to find anything. When you started this little trip you told yourself to go in with minimum expectations. It was a bit pessimistic, but you were terrified if you got your hopes up that it would be all just a waste. But the results had turned out to be much better than anything that you could have hoped for.

If it wasn’t Sweets’s pestering nature, you would have never had the courage to even pursue this. Your gaze drifts and he’s staring ahead with a smile on his face. 

He looks pretty content.

It feels like a lot has changed in such a short time.

That is the case, but you can't help but recall what Clark said.

Krypton was destroyed because of a war, a selfish act for power. There’s a reflection of that here in humanity.

War, death, pain, suffering.

It feels endless, exhausting.

Your eyes drift to your lap and you lean back, exhaling as you close your eyes. Your hope is that when you open them, this will make sense.

~~

“Come on Sweets, spill the beans. What happened? How was the vacation?”

Angela is trying to press for information. All you had really told the team is that you were traveling in hopes of finding a lost relative which wasn’t exactly a lie. The unplanned vacation didn’t seem suspicious to them, and he was thankful for that. He thought that when you came back it would all be okay. You had answers, a lot more than when you first came.

Those first few days you looked so ecstatic just to be around Clark. But on the trip back he noticed it, the distance. He’d given you space each time you spoke with Clark because he knew how important it was.

But your last conversation must have been different, because he saw the tears that you’d tried so hard to hide when you both had gone back to the hotel that night.

He didn’t press, but now he’s becoming worried because they haven't seen much of you in the last two days. That’s why Angela is now interrogating him.

The times that your paths did collide you would give him that distant smile and carry on.

Like you were drowning in pain.

“I have to go Angela, excuse me.”

He didn’t explain, and he decided at that moment that he needed to speak with you. Anymore distance would gut him. If you got further away, he wasn’t sure how he would handle that.

Rushing up the stairs, he heads straight for your office. You were probably barricaded inside. He’s so sure when he marches over there, but the second he’s in front of the door he’s a bit terrified, because he doesn’t know what’s waiting for him on the other side of the door.

With one even breath, he knocks, reaching for the knob as he opens the door.

The startled way you move is another indication that something is wrong. You turn a bit flustered, wearing a smile that lacks any kind of joy.

“Dr. Sweets, how can I help you?”

Your words feel so stiff, and he closes the door.

There’s no reason for him to be coy. He needs to be upfront and say what’s on his mind.

“You’ve been off since we got back. At first you seemed fine but I know something is wrong.”

That flushed expression quickly becomes defensive.

“Don’t profile me.”

You look angry, and he realizes that he must be right.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong!”

The fact that you’re now yelling proves that isn’t the truth. You huff, turning your head.

It’s wrong to take it out on him.

Lowering your head, you sigh.

Sweets just stands there, waiting for something.

For you to ask for help, for you to lean on him with whatever has been tearing you up inside.

Your staggered steps moved to the couch. You sit, if nothing but to anchor yourself.

“It was a stupid war. One of my own people was so hellbent on gaining power that he destroyed our whole planet. Innocent men, women and children, they were all sacrificed. No matter where we go, beings on any plane, any universe they are all the same. We’re all corrupted foolish beings and we don’t deserve any of this.”

You’re full on crying and Sweets moves closer, shaking his head.

“That’s not true.”

Your frown deepens.

“You don’t even believe that. What about your past, what they did to you. You were just a child. Why are we all so evil?”

His smile is sad as you sit there sobbing.

“If you were truly evil, you wouldn’t be asking such a question.”

When he looks at you he sees it. You’d spent so long thinking of life a certain way. You convinced yourself that no one could be trusted, and he can’t say that he truly blames you. He understands.

“Life is messy, death is unavoidable regardless of where you are. That doesn’t mean we should stop trying. If the good people stop being good, if we stop trying, then the truly evil people in this world, they win. Our job is to keep that balance in hope that one day, the goodness that we have will be all that exists. It’s a ridiculous dream, but if we give up on it, then it’s the same as accepting that there is no good in this world or any other. “

You want to believe it, what he says.

“Is that true?”

You can’t help but ask.

“It has to be.”

[khukri]

@lancesweets replied to your post: @lancesweets replied to your post: ok do the meme...

EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET TAWNYPELT BE LEADER

GOD I KNOW!!!!!!!!! also im assuming you dont care abt spoilers kjdkfjd but in that same book dovewing is having his KITS she deserves BETTER!!! let the tigerstar legacy DIE

[gaylancesweets]

lancesweets replied to your photo “david boreanaz in nbc’s seal team (2017 - )”

you

[coldasyou]

🔥

seasons 1-6 of bones was the superior half of the show

send me a “ 🔥 “ + a topic for an unpopular opinion

[aarontveit]

for my anon about paul;;

@lancesweets​ What did Paul do? I tried looking it up but can’t...

@ anon long story short he always asks super personal questions when he’s interviewing people (ie prying christian borle about his father’s death) and has said and written a lot of questionable material for broadway.com (including an article about kevin spacey’s coming out completely ignoring his sexual assault allegations)

[bonestrash]

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do you take constructive criticism

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 15

Lois helped you get cleaned up, and you’re all once again in the living room. Lois is smiling at the way you look at Clark. 

Almost like he’s family. She understands.

“Well, since you’re already here, why not stay for dinner. Then maybe Smallville can share all his kryptonian knowledge.”

Her invitation brings a smile on Clark’s face.

He expects nothing less from Lois.

“Make yourself at home, we’ll get started on dinner.” Clark informs.

“Yeah, how about lasagna Clark.” Lois calls. Clark leaves a kiss on her cheek as he heads for the kitchen.

When he’s gone, Lois nudges your arm. Maybe she sees how eager you are to talk with him, be around him.

“Why don’t you offer him some help. I suck at cooking, he’ll appreciate it.”

Your eyes light up and you nod.

“Y-Yes I will.”

You head for the kitchen and Sweets smiles.

“They’re so cute.” Lois gushes.

He chuckles, shaking his head.

~~

The dinner that followed was fairly quiet. You’re a bit lost in your thoughts, and so is Clark. Maybe that’s why you both ended up in his barn after the meal. He was telling you about his childhood.

How he grew up. All of his experiences.

“I really never thought I’d meet anyone else.”

Clark turns, taking in the hopeless look you wear as you stare at the expanse of grass on his farm.

Sweets is below bailing hay. He sort of insisted that it was a task he always wanted to try.

“There were a lot of kryptonians in Smallville. Not all good. After what happened in the phantom zone I got a bit paranoid.”

“Is the phantom zone real?”

Your astonishment draws his attention.

“It is. You’ve heard of it before?”

“My dad used to tell me stories. It’s a prison for really bad people. To us they were sort of like bedtime stories. Mostly to keep my brother out of trouble. But I can’t believe it was true. Are you saying that you’ve been there and you escaped? Only members in the House of El had keys to access that or leave. Are you saying that you’re..”

Clark looks down.

“My biological father was Jor-El.”

At this point you shouldn’t even be surprised. Still, the more you learn, the crazier it all seems.

“I can’t believe it. Jor El, to us he was like an ultimate warrior. He protected us, kept the planet safe. You’re the son of one of the strongest and most honorable kryptonians to have lived. That’s incredible.”

“It sounds like you’re giving him a little too much credit. Sometimes the trials he put me through were selfish. I went through a lot because of him.”

You can’t hope to know what that was like.

“Regardless, he usually came through in the end. He played a part in turning me into the person I am today."

Despite all of that, there’s respect in his tone. One that’s similar to what your father always used when he talked about Jor-El, or when your brother would gush about his missions.

There’s a strange sense of nostalgia when you’re with Clark.

Like you’re home.

“This is tougher than it looks.”

Sweets call pulls both your attention. Apparently he’d removed his shirt at some point. When he turns to you, his exposed chest makes you take a much needed breath. He turns back to his task, and you’re fortunate. Your heart is slightly racing again, and the familiar burn in your eyes is all the indication you need. You close your eyes, not before Clark caught the red rings of your irises of course.

It takes a moment, but you feel the heat dissipate, and you open your eyes, massaging the bridge of your nose.

“Sorry..” You mumble.

You aren't sure why that happened. A lot of strange things have been occurring with your powers lately.

“I guess you’re going through it later than I did. You skipped the awkward high school phase.”

“What are you talking about?”

He suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“You just..How did you..when...”

He’s pointing between you and Sweets, struggling to put the words together and making hand gestures.

“How did you use it the first time?” He finally says.

“I was angry. It only ever came out when I was agitated. That was weird.”

He’s not sure if he’s the one that should inform you of the reason. But it’s not like there are many options. There’s a chance you might do it again, so it would be wrong of him not to say anything.

“It’s hormonal.” He blurts out.

You look over at him.

“Hormonal?”

He nods, still refusing to make eye contact.

“When we get..excited, our body reacts to it.”

There’s a pause, because you still look a bit puzzled. But it slowly clicks, he can see it on your face. Your cheeks burn red and Clark clears his throat.

“Anyway, just be careful in the future.”

“Y-Yeah.”

There’s no way to make the conversation any less uncomfortable. 

[zooeydeschanel]

mamma mia for the ask thing!

never seen it | need to see it | hate it | ugh | it was okay | LOVED IT | asdfghjkl

put a film in my ask

[amympoehler]

high priestess, the emperor, strength, hanged man, temperance

the high priestess: what is your dream date? Idk, a picnic would be nice, and then we would watch the sunset or the stars (or both). But i would be okay with dinner and movie. 

the emperor: what are some names that you like? Emily and Abigel

strength: what is your dream occupation? Cartographer. But now i want to study sociology idk why??

the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? Mamma Mia!

temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? Yeah, i don’t remember my dreams, sorry. (btw temperance❤️️)

Thank you so much!❤️️

[khukri]

@lancesweets replied to your post: ok do the meme with ashfur, tigerstar, and...

are there two tigerstars nnow

fdjshfkdjshfkdjhf yeah tigerheart became leader in the most recent special edition apparently kfjdkfjdkjfkdjkfjdkfjdkfjkdjfdkjfhfg

[gaylancesweets]

lancesweets replied to your post “what do you think sweets' moral alignment is”

chaotic stupid

no if he’s any stupid alignment he’s stupid good he literally got his ass killed because he doesn’t know how to conduct himself in a fistfight