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chaotic-super · 4 years

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Alien Detected

“How does it work?” Kara asks.

“It's just a simple skin test.” Lena states proudly, smiling at the blonde reporter she has come to care for. “Let me show you what a negative response looks like.” With that she places her thumb onto the device and waits a couple of seconds for the flashing green light to appear.

“ See?” Kara nods along to Lena's words nervously. “Great, now you try.”

The blonde stares blankly the CEO for a few seconds, her mouth moving to form words that never make it off of her tongue as she glances down at the device held out to her.

“But won't a device like this-” Kara stumbles over her words. “-doesn't it go against everything America is supposed to stand for?”

“Such as?” Lena perches on the edge of her desk, device placed delicately on the desk so she is able to cross her arms defensively over her chest.

“Freedom against persecution, oppression. America has always been a country full of immigrants.” Kara chuckles nervously.

“It's also always been a country of humans.”

“It's just – don't you think this device will force aliens back into the very shadows the president is trying to shine a light on?”

“If aliens want to be citizens, that's now their right but if humans want to know which of their fellow citizens aren't actually one of them then that's their right too.” Lena looks into Kara's eyes defensively until Kara backs down from the mini stand-off they seem to be caught in and looks away. “I'm a businesswoman. L-Corp is in the business of making money and this device is gonna make us a fortune but unlike my brother I'm gonna do it for the good of the world.”

Lena smiles wearily at Kara as she finishes her speech, turning to sit down back behind her desk so she has a physical barrier between herself and the reporter to help regain her footing after being challenged in a way that made her feel as though her motivations could possibly ever be anything other than good and pure.

“So?” She picks up the device and holds it out to Kara, who looks rather shaken.

“I-um. I don't know-” Kara stutters out, trying and failing to come up with a reasonable excuse to not have to touch that damn device that could give away her true heritage. A few more stutters leave her mouth as her mind goes blank of any reasonable excuse she could make so her hand slowly begins to make its way toward the small silver device.

She feels as though she is moving in slow motion as she wills someone to interrupt the moment to get her out of there. Her hand hovers over the sensor for a second and she takes a deep breath before she takes the plunge and presses her thumb gently down.

Lena watches inquisitively as the reporter before her begins to stutter and look around nervously. She understands that she may have made her slightly uncomfortable but nothing that should reduce her to the stumbling mess she has become. She is just about to ask her if she is alright when Kara's hand reaches out to the alien detection device and a thumb is pressing down onto it.

It flashes white three times as it analyses the data before turning red. Lena's eyes flick up to Kara's face as she processes the information but the blonde isn't looking back, she's staring at the device as she pulls her hand away from it slowly.

“You're an alien.” Lena states, standing up from her chair and stepping around the desk to stand before her friend.

“I- yeah.”

The CEO tries her best to catch the reporter's eyes but her gaze is fixed firmly on the ground.

“That's why you don't like my device isn't it? You don't want anyone to find out.”

Kara finally looks up and tentatively meets the emerald gaze of the woman before her. “Nobody can find out Lena, please.” She can feel her eyes well up her lips begin to purse up into a pout as she holds her tears at bay. Alex is going to kill her when she finds out that |Lena knows she isn't human.

Lena frowns as Kara's words. “Of course I'm not going to tell anyone and I'm not judging you Kara. I never would and I would have hoped that you'd know that.”

“I'm sorry Lena, It's not you. I know you wouldn't judge me but this isn't something that I tell people.”

Lena doesn't think that she has ever seen Kara look so small; her head turned down toward the floor, her arms crossed tightly across her body and her eyes flickering around the room, unwilling to hold her gaze for more than a few seconds at a time,

“I'm not mad Kara, I promise.”

“Really?”

“How about we go and sit down and talk about this?” Lena steps closer to the Kara, her heels easily making her just as tall as her. She lifts Kara's chin until their eyes meet. “I just want to understand.”

Kara finds herself nodding before she has even thought about it. She knows hat she should get out of there quick sharp but can't help but feel a weight lifted off of her chest now that Lena somewhat knows her truth. She watches as the CEO makes a quick call to Jess, requesting her to reschedule all of her meetings for the rest of the day before flashing her a small smile and gently taking her hand in her own and directing her towards the white couch on the far side of the room.

Lena doesn't let go of Kara's hand as when they sit, she holds it gently on her lap with both hands. “How about we start with the basics?” She waits for Kara to nod before she continues. “How long have you been on Earth?”

Kara clears her throat. “I've been here since I was thirteen. The Danvers adopted me right away.”

“You took their name then?”

“I did.” Lena waits for her to elaborate but she doesn't but doesn't want to push her too hard either.

“Do you like it here?”

“When I first got here I hated it, I never thought that I would be at home here and I still don't a lot of the time but I've found that it's the people that make me feel at home, not the planet.”

“Does that mean that there are more of your people here?” Lena's eyes brighten at the thought of finding out new information on an entire race.

“No.”

“No-one at all?” Lena's voice is soft, caring.

“No-one I want to talk about.” Kara states softly.

“We don't have to talk about them then. What planet are you from?”

“I-” She stammers. She can't actually tell Lena where she is from, she would know about her identity. “I can't tell you.”

“You can't? Why?” Her brows furrow in confusion.

Kara meets her eyes pleadingly. “I really can't tell you anything like that, I'm sorry.”

“You're acting weird about this, what's stopping you? Is someone threatening you?” Lena takes one of her hands away from Kara's and uses it to push some of her golden locks back behind her ear so she can look into the cerulean eyes more clearly. She can't push the worried frown from her face as she waits for the answer.

“I don't really know how to explain this without telling you a lot of things that I have been sworn to secrecy over by the government.”

“The government knows that you're an alien?” Lena leans back into the couch, still clutching at Kara's hand as she tries to make sense of what little information she I getting from Kara. She finds rest bite from her overworked brain in taking in the face of the reporter; the shape of her face, her beautiful golden hair, her beautiful blue eyes and perfect pink lips, the little scar above her brow that looks almost exactly like the one- “Supergirl?”

Kara flinches and pulls her hand away from Lena's as she stands up, ready to bolt.

“Don't leave Kara, please.” Lena follows Kara as she begins to walk to the door and grasps her arm to stop her. “It's true isn't it?”

Kara doesn't answer, just brings a hand up over her face and lets out a muffled sob.

“Oh, Kara. I'm not going to tell anyone, you're still my friend.” Lena gently turns her around to face her and captures her in a tight hug. “Thank you for all the times you've saved me.”

Kara squeezes Lena back with as much force as she dares to without hurting her. “Nobody is meant to know, it can put you in danger and I don't want you to get hurt.” Kara sobs into Lena's shoulder.

“If I'm going to be in danger then I'm glad I've got you, you've kept me safe since the moment I stepped foot in National City and don't think for a second that I'm going to let you avoid me now that I know, especially now that I'm aware of what is hiding beneath those cardigans.” Lena brings her hands up to Kara's muscles and gives them a strong squeeze making Kara let out a choked giggle and pulls back to look into Lena's eyes.

“I've only ever told one friend who I really am and now he doesn't see me as Kara the same way he used to, he looks at me and sees Supergirl. I don't want that to happen again, Supergirl is what I do but Kara is who I am.” Kara wipes away her tears and looks meaningfully into Lena's eyes.

“I think I understand.”

“Can we start over?”

“Of course.” Lena takes a step back away from Kara and pats the non-existent wrinkles out of her shirt.

Kara takes a deep breath before offering her hand to Lena. “Hi, my name is Kara Zor-El and I'm an alien from Krypton.”

“Well hello there Ms. Zor-El, I'm Lena Luthor and I'm a human from Earth.” They smile at each other broadly, giggling at themselves. “I promise I will always see you Kara, even when other people won't.”

“Thank you, Lena. Really, it means a lot.”

“No, thank you.” Kara tilts her head in confusion in similar fashion to that in which a golden retriever puppy would. “You could have lied about who you are, where you are from, but instead you trusted me with your secret even though we have only been friends for a few short weeks, it's been a long time since anyone has trusted me like this.”

“Well, your device kinda took away a lot of my choice but I do trust you Lena, I understand that you are just trying to escape your brother's legacy and make a name for yourself. I knew it from the second I came in your office with Clark Kent and I haven't stopped believing since. In fact, I probably understand better than anybody what it's like being trapped in the shadows of your family.”

“You truly are one of a kind Kara.” Kara blushes at the compliment, making Lena smile. “Now, how about we pick this conversation up again after we go try than new Italian place down the street? On me of course. I think that it will do us both some good to have a little while to think through everything. ”

“Just when I think that you can't get any more perfect Lena Luthor, you surprise me. Plus, now that you know my secret I don't have to restrain myself during our lunch dates and can eat as much as my heart desires and this one is on me because I can't expect you to pay for how much food I'm about to order, heavy conversions make me hungry.”

“When aren't you hungry darling?”

“When I'm asleep.” Lena's laugh ricochets around the office as she grabs her coat and they make their way out.

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angstalottle · 4 years

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He’s Squishy

@causeimanartist man this took a while lol

Funny thing about Batman is that when you first meet him everyone just kinda assumes he's ‘something’.

No one is quite sure what but there is an agreement amongst all the heroes and villains that interact with him that Batman must be more than human, after all, he can be thrown off a roof and be up and about the next day.

When Clark and Diana first started getting close to Bruce they hoped he would open up about what it was that made him so special.

Afterall Clark was always happy to answer any questions on being an alien and Diana never shut up about her home amongst the Amazons. Yet despite talking about detective work and science he never told them what he was and honestly, as more time passes the more it began to hurt.

“Do you think maybe… he doesn't trust us?” Clark asked nervously while Bruce was in the other room preparing a bowl of popcorn for their movie night. It had been a challenge to get him to say yes until they mentioned they were planning to work their way through the Sherlock Holmes movies.

He said yes very quickly after that.

“Bruce is complicated and as much as I hate it he's damaged, for all we know whatever reason he has his abilities is tied to his past trauma.” Diana sighed stretching out on the couch giving her poor legs a break before Bruce returned to fill up the now empty middle space “maybe he will tell us one day maybe he won't We can't let it change anything between us.”

Clark nodded solemnly “I know. It just feels like all this progress we made with him doesn't really mean anything if he won't tell us something like this. If we didn't figure out who he really is for all we know he would never have told us and then maybe we would never have become so…”

“Close?” Diana finished for him. She hated to admit it but the same nagging doubt had been at the back of her mind. “He cares about us as much as we do him. We have to trust that.”

“Trust what?” Bruce asked walking in carrying a large bowl of popcorn that was likely the work of Alfred judging from the lack of burnt chunks peppering the food.

“Nothing. Nothing it's fine” Diana said quickly wanting to avoid the topic and not ruin their nice evening but it seemed like Clark decided enough was enough.

“Bruce be honest you trust us right?”

Bruce looked stunned for a moment, setting down the popcorn on the table in front of them “Of course I do, what kind of question is that?”

“it's the kind that comes up when you've been keeping secrets from us since we met. Bruce, why have you never told us what you really are?” Clark continued.

For a moment the two believed they had made the right decision up until the colour drained from Bruce’s face and he began to have a panic attack.

It was nothing short of terrifying watching a man who had stared down Darkside and threatened to blow up his entire freaking planet on a bluff begin to crumble in on himself.

Super speed meant Clark got to him first but he just fluttered around in worry not sure what to do.

Diana however gently pushed him to the side and took hold of Bruce’s shoulders.

“Copy my breathing Bruce. In and out. In and out.”

It took a few minutes before those awful gasping breaths turned into more steady be it still a little shaky ones.

Eventually, though Bruce let out a slow steady breath and gently pulled away from Diana. “I never really lied to you guys. I just assumed since I had the surgery that it wouldn't matter or that it wouldn't matter to you in the first place. I'm sorry I wasn't upfront with the fact I'm trans I just-”

“That you what?” Clark asked in confusion.

“The fact that I was born a woman I assumed that's what all this is about.”

And just like that Clark looked back on his poor choice of words and began to feel very guilty “What no Bruce that never meant anything to us i didn't even know.”

“Me either but the sex one is born as means nothing in my home i assumed the same was here, Clark was simply referring to the mysterious nature of your powers.”

Bruce stared at them for a moment before he began to laugh.

Even after all this time, it was still a sound that left the two heroes weak at the knees no matter the situation but they managed to snap out of it in time to ask the important questions.

“What's so funny?” Diana crossed her arms glancing at Clark just in case there was a joke she was missing. He, however, looked as confused as she was.

“I don't have any powers I'm just a normal human. Did you two really think I was a meta all this time?”

“I honestly thought you were a vampire or something.” Clark coughed awkwardly.

“I believe some kind of healing magic or ability,” Diana added.

This, of course, sparked another fit of laughed that was only stopped by the pair each grabbing a hand and pulling him onto the couch.

“Sorry it's just well i assumed you knew.” Bruce snorted.

“If we knew you were squishy do you think we would have let you pull half the shit you do?!” Clark asked thinking back on the amount of times he had seen Brucheadfirst first into the fire to save the day.

Diana began to dwell on all the training sessions where she failed to hold back, how she could have easily punched a hold through him.

Either way the two of them were very much freaking out.

“You still fight someone with Kryptonite how's that any different?” Bruce asked raising an eyebrow.

“Because that stuff hard to get hold of, you can get a knife from Walmart.” Clark exclaimed “wait all those times you'd been hurt but turned up to the watchtower the next day you were still hurt.?”

“You were hit by a bus yesterday and you seem fine.” Diana’s eyes narrowed catching onto what Clark was saying.

Without any warning she lifted up his shirt to reveal a patchwork of scars and bruises of varying ages decorating his skin.

“BRUCE! You shouldn't have patrolled with this.” Clark hissed x-raying his chest and finding a couple set broken ribs as well.

“ What else would i have done?” Bruce rolled his eyes going to stand up but instead was pulled into a hug by the pair.

“We care about you! Please don't make us lose you.” Diana said softly as Clark nodded.

Bruce sighed realising things from this point on we're going to be different if he liked it or not.

In all honesty it wasn't too bad, the league did notice Batman being tailed by Superman and Wonder Woman a lot more often.

The biggest difference was that it seemed like Batman had lost his healing ability, any time he was hurt on missions we would take time off to go to the medical wing and actually recover.

Those with powers felt sorry for him, while Alfred was already planning the wedding as to keep his idiot of a son with those that finally made him look after himself.

#superwonderbat #fanfiction #angst #trans batman #December fics

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puddygeeks · 4 years

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Wᴇ Cᴏᴍᴇ Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ - Tʜᴇ 100 Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ x OC - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 42: Rᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs

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Rating: Mature

Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee

Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

Chapter Forty-Two

The afternoon passed quickly as I milled around camp in a vain effort to memorise it’s layout. After my encounter with Jasper I felt heavy and emotionally drained and had eventually left him to sleep. There was no sign of Bellamy anywhere on my exploration through camp and I struggled to keep myself distracted as my frustration with him mounted in my mind. I carried an overpowering feeling of anxiety as I considered how unprepared I was to rejoin camp and I felt alienated from the other residents. Abby’s conversation had given me a painful awareness of how little I knew of the current situation and I was afraid to ask any questions in case I accidentally upset someone who had been involved in some of the recent losses. The sensation of treading on eggshells haunted me as I wandered the courtyard and observed all of the new faces that made it difficult to feel that I belonged here. Despite all of the pain and loss of our original camp compared to the much improved time that I’d already spent here, I couldn’t deny that a small part of me longed for the familiarity of the territory that we had built for ourselves. Over our traumatic time on Earth, the first camp had become the home where we solidified our bonds and it seemed strange not to return there.

As the light faded to dusk I directed myself to Bellamy’s quarters with worry blossoming in my chest and was relieved to find that he had already returned for the day. He was in the process of changing clothes and as he clocked my entrance, he smiled with a playful look.

“I was wondering when you’d find your way back. I couldn’t find you in the dorms.” He revealed as he busied himself with seeking out a fresh shirt and it was clear that he was completely relaxed in my company. I stepped further into the room and leaned against a desk in an attempt to act casual.

“I wasn’t sure when you’d be free. Kane seems to have kept you busy.” I commented idly and he hummed in response. He finished dressing and ran a hand through his scruffy hair before he strolled over to meet me with a fond smile.

“What did you get up to ?” He checked with an obvious interest and I caught him staring at my figure as if he was analysing me. I hoped that my building concern was not visible to him as I suppressed a nervous feeling in my stomach.

“I checked up on Jasper and Raven. It was nice to get back in touch.” I answered as I stalled to allow myself the time to decide how to address my queries and he smiled in a way that revealed he was unaware of any warnings in my demeanour. “Abby called me in for a checkup too.” I added and he flinched at the mention of the new Chancellor.

“How much trouble are we in?” He enquired with a playful tone to his voice and his eyes glistened with mischief as he explored my body.

“None. The wound is a little inflamed but healing well. Nothing more than a light scold from Abby either.” I confirmed and he sighed lightly in relief. He stepped closer into my space and I recognised from the way that his eyes ravished me exactly where his mind was going. I cleared my throat and scrutinised him for any signs of avoidance. I know that he was likely to brush me off and prepared myself to analyse him for tells that would indicate his true feelings. “She filled me in on some other things too.” I stated in an indirect method of steering the conversation and he hummed disinterestedly as he surveyed me, biting his lip suggestively. “She told me about Clarke.” I disclosed and I noticed that his posture stiffened as his eyes met mine. I raised a brow at him inquisitively and he stepped back from me as he slid his hands into his pockets.

“Of course she did.” He sighed and dropped his attention to his feet to avoid my gaze. “She was pretty messed up after Mount Weather. She couldn’t deal with coming back to camp. I tried to convince her but…” He trailed off as his focus remained on the floor and he fidgeted his feet. I sighed as I sensed that there was more to this than he was saying and steeled myself in preparation for a difficult conversation.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I queried in a small voice and he reluctantly dragged his face up to meet my eyes.

“I didn’t want to dwell on it. Indie, I just got you back, I wanted to enjoy that for as long as possible.” He explained defensively and I smiled at him fondly as I enjoyed the acknowledgement that I knew him well enough to have anticipated his reasoning. “Look, things haven’t been great here. I know that we both have to face that eventually, but when it’s just you and I...it’s easy.” He added with a doting expression as he surveyed me and I felt a flutter in my chest at his words.

“Yeah, I get it.” I admitted quietly and I noticed that his shoulders relaxed slightly at my confirmation that I felt the same. “It sounds like it was a tough call for the two of you. Are you dealing with it okay?” I investigated worriedly and he forced a smile that I could tell was disingenuous as it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m fine. Thanks to you, I take responsibility for my decisions now.” He expressed and although I was pleased to hear that my support in the past had played a part in his growth, I couldn’t deny the lingering feeling that his response was inauthentic. I shifted on the spot as I raised a brow at him and moved slightly closer to thoroughly examine him.

“You’d tell me if you weren’t okay, right?” I muttered in a careful tone and I noticed a slight nervous expression cross his face in a split second.

“You know that I would.” He remarked with defensiveness evident in his voice and I could easily identify the annoyance in his expression at my continued doubt. When I still didn’t say anything to indicate that I believed him, he scoffed and fidgeted with frustration. “What do you want me to say? I made the decision to kill those people. It was a shitty choice but I did it. They had Octavia and I knew that they had you somewhere, it came down to killing them or standing by whilst they killed you both. I don’t regret my decision.” He insisted with an abundance of hand gestures as he spoke and I held my hands up in defeat.

“I understand Bellamy, I really do. I’d have done the same thing, I was considering far worse ideas. I’m not judging you for it at all, I swear. I just want to make sure that you aren’t going to walk out of camp one day like Clarke because you’re not really coping.” I explained and his expression finally softened as he met my concerned eyes. He bent into my space and cupped my jaw in his hand in a soothing manner.

“I’m not going anywhere Indie, especially not without you.” He breathed and stroked his thumb along my jaw in a way that made my heart race. “I’m good, I have everything that I need right here.” He confirmed as he inspected me with a contented expression. He gradually leaned closer to press his lips to mine in a kiss that absorbed me into him. As always, I was impressed at his ability to melt all of my fears away with his touch and I allowed myself to be swept away with him.

***

We laid wrapped up together in his bed and I felt as if I were in a state of bliss. I hadn’t expected to be in Bellamy’s quarters again tonight but I secretly harboured a deep relief that he didn’t seem to have immediately lost interest. We chatted comfortably for the evening about the people that we’d lost and Bellamy informed me that Fox had unfortunately been killed when they were all captured. We existed in a strange state of joint reflection as we discussed the events that had occurred back in our original camp and confessed that we’d have done things differently if we’d known that we would become separated. We shared laughter over the memories of better times and comforted each other for our regrets, before the conversation finally returned to current times.

Bellamy positioned himself leaning on the headboard of the bed in a relaxed state, the blankets draped carelessly over his lap with his chest bare and his black mop of hair ruffled. I sat opposite him with the blanket tucked under my arms to provide some coverage and leaned against him with my hip brushing his thigh.

“Kane’s got some radical ideas for camp. Sounds like he wants to reform the guard.” Bellamy stated absentmindedly and I raised my brows at him in surprise.

“I’d almost forgotten what life was like with the guards of the Ark.” I sighed, fidgeting on the spot as I considered the idea. I wasn’t sure how I felt about any of the norms from life on the Ark returning when everything in my life had developed to be vastly different and I wasn’t sure if I could fit back in the stifling society that had once been routine.

“It’ll be different here. Abby’s a fair chancellor and she seems to respect our opinions.” He reassured me with genuine confidence in the woman who he’d clearly come to know well in our time apart and I met his eyes with concern. “From what I’ve seen Kane listens to her too. That’s more stable leadership than the Ark’s had in years.” He commented and I chuckled under my breath.

“I prefer the original camp leadership.” I smiled coyly at him and he chortled. He reached out to brush my hair behind my ear in a tender motion and I relished the way that he beheld me as if I were a sight that he couldn’t get enough of.

“Kane’s been assigning me jobs and asking for my opinion on things to do with our group.” He relayed in a manner that revealed this was bothering him and I tilted my head at him in interest. “With Clarke gone, he’s treating me like the official spokesperson of the 100.” He added with a hint of bitterness and I brushed a hand on his thigh fondly to draw his attention.

“They look up to you Bel. They always have, even before you saved them from the mountain.” I remarked and my words caused him to sigh deeply. “I know it’s not easy, but you don’t have to take it on. We have leaders from the Ark now, if you want to just be a regular camper from now on, that’s fine. I know I’d be happy to take a step back, yours are big shoes to fill.” I admitted as I recalled my strenuous time as a leader whilst in captivity and he made a sympathetic expression as he observed me.

“You sure about that?” He asked with a sly smile that caused me to watch him with suspicion. “It’s not in your nature to follow orders Love, and I can’t just sit back when things are happening.” He detailed teasingly and I felt a small flutter in my chest at the pet name, but tried not to overreact to it.

“I’d be fine, I don’t need to follow orders to not be in charge.” I pouted defensively and I noticed amusement glittering in his eyes. “Besides, I’m quite content to stay in this little bubble, just the two of us. You’d get bored in no time.” I drawled absentmindedly and hoped that he didn’t notice the pang of vulnerability in my words. He raised a brow at me and sat forward to take my face in his hands.

“You think I'll get bored of following my assigned role all day, staying out of the big decisions and arguments?” He suggested as he stared deeply into my eyes and I nodded lightly. “As long as I can come back to this at night, what am I missing?” He breathed as he pulled us together to meet my lips and sent my head spinning at the adoration that radiated through his kisses. It was almost impossible to be insecure when I was under his gaze and I couldn’t deny the impact of his touch, which seemed to be just as addictive to him as it were to me.

***

Throughout the night my mind was filled with images of Mount Weather and the people that resided there. I was reminded of those whose lives I had ended: the guards in the hall, the guard that I stabbed when chasing the alarms and most vividly, the guard in the hazmat suit. The process of his torture replayed in painful detail in my mind and it was agonising to watch even though they were my own actions. I woke repeatedly in a cold sweat and was relieved that Bellamy seemed to be sleeping too deeply to notice.

By the time that I woke in the morning I was exhausted and bleary eyed. I sat up with a start when I realised that Bellamy was gone and scanned the room in a panic stricken state. My gaze landed on a note on the bed and I snatched it with shaking hands.

KANE SENT FOR ME, DIDN’T WANT TO WAKE YOU. GET SOME REST X

My eyes scanned through the scuff handwriting quickly before I dropped it with a pang of disappointment. I stretched my limbs out with a yawn and could already feel the sharp edges restlessness in my mind urging me forward. Despite my best efforts to return to some sorely needed sleep, the moment that I closed my exhausted eyes my mind was filled with the terrified face of the guard with a screwdriver protruding from his thigh. I bolted out of the bed to find my clothes in a determined stomp to distract myself and rushed to dress, fix my hair and leave the room.

I wandered the camp in search of Octavia but I couldn’t seem to locate her in any of the rooms or dorms. I was directed to her quarters by camper but from what I could tell of the empty space it was practically unused. The courtyard was strangely empty as I stood considering where else I could search when I caught sight of her near the edge of camp. My approach to her was rushed as I found her layering up, seemingly preparing to leave and I caught her arm in a bid to halt her.

“Hey! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” I chirped in an effort to hide the stress that I was feeling and she immediately turned to face me with an obvious scrutiny filling her pretty face.

“What are you doing up? Shouldn’t you still be resting?” She questioned as she scanned me from head to toe in an assessing manner and I felt a brief resemblance of Bellamy in her protective mannerisms.

“I’m fine, Abby cleared me for camp duty. I feel great, I’m ready to get back to normal.” I confirmed and she raised a brow at me in suspicion. “Are you going somewhere?” I asked as I glanced past her to examine the courtyard for any gatherings but I couldn’t see anyone else who seemed to be preparing to leave with her.

“I’m going to meet Lincoln.” She commented with a subtle smile that would have been easily missed by anyone else, but I caught it. It was still strange to see her dressed in full grounded attire and I recognised that her whole demeanour had changed to be more controlled.

“Lincoln’s still around? You must be pleased.” I crooned with a smug expression and she rolled her eyes at me. Although she tried to act cool, I could recognise the familiar playful glimmer in her eyes. “Everything is so different here, even you.” I sighed as I studied her and her firm expression finally softened.

“You missed a lot, I know it can’t be the easiest adjustment.” She stated with a sympathetic smile and I was glad to find that she understood my situation as usual. “But nothing has changed with us. No matter how different I am, you’re still my girl.” She breathed as she punched me gently on the arm and I chuckled under my breath. She seemed thoughtful for a minute as she examined me and I knew that she could probably see through any defences that I tried to raise. “Why don’t you come with me?” She suggested and I raised a brow at her in surprise.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a third wheel to your date.” I remarked with a mischievous smirk and she tried to slap my arm but I dodged, much to her annoyance.

“It’s not a date, we’re gathering supplies. It’s a long ride, it’ll be a couple of days at least until we’re back. It could be a nice change for us to catch up if you’re up to it?” She enquired as she glanced down at my stomach and I fidgeted under her examination.

“Of course, when do we leave?” I responded keenly and she chuckled as she shook her head.

“I’ve got to finish collecting supplies and get the horses ready, then I’ll be leaving. It should be a simple run but it’s better to be prepared. Get whatever you need and meet me back here.” She commanded and I nodded gratefully in response.

Following her directions, I found my way to the armoury to check out a pistol and dagger. There was an immediate surge of relief as I stowed them in their familiar place on my belt and I felt an anxiety that I hadn’t even noticed settle at the security of the weapons. I collected some extra rations, water and some basic medical supplies just in case. The newfound maturity in Octavia was a welcome change and I was pleased that the grounder culture had clearly taught her not to treat someone as wounded. It was refreshing to have someone trust my judgement about what I was ready for, instead of coddling me as everyone else seemed to be determined to do. I entered Bellamy’s room with an unexpected buzz of excitement for the journey. I anticipated that it would be empty as I returned to collect a warmer undertop and planned to leave a note for Bellamy to avoid his disapproval for my decision to leave.

Instead, I discovered that he was wandering the space as if he were preparing for something and I stopped in my tracks as he clocked me. I knew that it was impossible to avoid the argument now as he assessed me with a cocked brow and I shifted awkwardly.

“Hey, sorry I ran out earlier, Kane’s got me organising training for the new guard.” He reported as he strode over to place a light kiss on my cheek before returning to scouring the room. I behaved casually as I strolled over to take a long sleeved jersey top and placed it over my vest, wrapping the jacket over the top. “I think he wants to get some of our group trained better too, or at least able to defend themselves. After everything they’ve survived so far, it’s not such an awful idea.” He continued speaking in a relaxed tone and I was relieved that he didn’t seem to have noticed my movements. “Where did you sneak off to?” He purred suddenly and I jumped as he appeared behind me. I was surprised as he pulled me into him until my back met his chest and his arms threaded around my body. His head settled on my shoulder and I gulped nervously.

“I wanted to check on Tavi.” I answered lightly and felt his smile against my cheek. My heart started to beat faster as I considered how to approach the subject of leaving and I felt him stiffen as his hand brushed down to my waist.

“You’re all armed up again.” He commented in a forced tone of calm but I could detect the suspicion in his voice. “I’m glad you’re protected.” He added in a manner that I knew was allowing the opportunity for me to confess and I felt my stomach lurch with guilt. I sighed deeply and felt an immediate change in his demeanour at my avoidant gesture. “Going somewhere?” He interrogated and I flinched at the disappointment in his tone.

“Octavia asked if I wanted to join her for a supply run.” I admitted quietly and I heard him scoff in annoyance. I stepped out of his embrace with a strong feeling of dread and turned to face him.

“You can’t seriously be considering it?” He breathed in disbelief and I shrugged at him avoidantly. “Indie, you had surgery a few days ago, do you really think you should be leaving camp?” He exclaimed in an exasperated tone and I peeked up at him guiltily.

“Come on Bel, I’m fine! I can’t just stay cooped up in here forever whilst everyone else works. I need to pull my weight.” I argued and he rolled his eyes at me with a long enduring aggravation. “Besides, it gives me a chance to catch up with her. I thought I lost her too, we could do with some time to reconnect.” I appealed in a desperate bid to gain his understanding and his expression finally softened from anger to concern.

“You couldn’t do that inside camp?” He suggested with a sulky frown and I smiled warmly at him. “I just got you back.” He whispered as his brows furrowed together in worry and I reached up to cup his face.

“It’s only a couple of days, I’ll be right back with you.” I promised with a reassuring tone but it didn’t seem to provide any relief. He continued to stare back at me with something in his eyes that revealed he had resigned himself to my leaving but he was visibly upset by this.

“I know better than to tell you what to do, especially if it involves my little sister. If I say no you’ll just sneak out.” He stated and I giggled at the huffy tone in his voice. “Be careful and don’t stay away too long.” He pleaded in a terrified voice and I smiled thankfully at him.

***

It took some considerable time to extract myself from Bellamy’s room and I suspected that he was purposely tempting me to stay. By the time I stepped outside, Octavia was waiting for me near the gates with the horses. I noticed that the camp was mostly empty and I wondered if she had purposely chosen a time when everyone was busy so that we could sneak away. I moved to stride out of the cover of the small buildings into the courtyard when something caught my arm and I whirled around to find Bellamy observing me with a deviant smile.

“Here, I snuck this out for you, hopefully you won’t need it.” He encouraged me back into cover and out of sight as he handed me a folded up shock baton. I regarded him sceptically and instead of waiting for me to accept, he tucked it into my pocket for me. I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness but I couldn’t deny that a small part of me enjoyed it.

“Couldn’t you get in trouble for that? I can’t imagine they have many of those left.” I enquired with pursed lips and he shrugged carelessly at me. I chuckled lightly at his attitude, causing him to perceive me with an expression of enamoured wonder. The fear that he struggled to hide was obvious in his eyes and I attempted to lighten the mood between us. “You won’t even notice I’m gone, you have guards to train.” I remarked playfully but he maintained the seriousness of his look. Instead of playing along with my comments, he took my face in both hands and stared intensely into my eyes.

“I’ll notice.” He asserted before guiding me close to him and planting a lingering kiss on my lips. One of his hands threaded into my hair whilst the other rested comfortably on my hip. I couldn’t help drifting into him and I felt his indulgent smile through the kiss. It was impossible to retain any focus whilst my senses were lost in him and I noticed that all feelings of urgency faded away. It was cruelly tempting to remain with him and I knew that he was carefully measuring every addictive connection of ours lips to make me reconsider. I tried to force myself to step away but my body wasn’t responding as I remained magnetised to the spot. I felt the all too familiar flutter in my chest and started to get light headed from the thrill. Eventually, I managed to tear myself from him and he groaned in disappointment as we separated.

“I have to go.” I stated breathily and he viewed me through aroused eyes. I bit my lip in an attempt to control the temptation and I knew that he had noticed it. There was a clear smugness in the way that he observed me and I knew that he was proud to have this uncontrollable effect on me.

“Do you have to?” He suggested in a low voice and I sighed as I glanced at him with an amused expression. It was a constant internal battle to remind myself that I could come back to his bed any time and he knew that my commitment to this mission was wavering.

“I’ll see you in a few days.” I muttered as I stepped away from him hesitantly and moved into the open part of camp before he could take any more extreme measures.

Although we’d been mostly hidden from view, it was evident from the moment that I set eyes on Octavia that she had been able to see us together from where she stood. She crossed her arms and examined me with a smug expression. I strained not to blush as I shuffled over to her awkwardly. I willed myself not to glance back over my shoulder as I noticed that her suggestive smile was now directed behind me and I knew in my gut that Bellamy was still observing me. I approached the horse nervously as I realised that I would have to be careful in mounting it; if I showed any hint of struggle I knew that Bellamy would rush over to insist that I wasn’t well enough.

“All set?” Octavia asked and I knew from the tone that she spoke in that she understood my dilemma. She glimpsed between me and the horse with a knowing look and I cleared my throat awkwardly.

“Yep.” I asserted with a forced tone of confidence and she wandered over in a relaxed movement to assist me.

It was a challenge to behave as if this were normal when I honestly had no idea how to mount a horse, without adding the stress of the still healing bullet wound. Thankfully Octavia knew exactly what she was doing and between us I managed to get into position. She gave me a crash course on riding and I was appreciative of the information, even if I felt immensely under-prepared to actually use it. There was the twinkle of a proud smile on her lips before she moved to climb onto her own horse and I could feel Bellamy’s eyes burning into the back of my head.

Now that I was settled safely in place I risked glancing back, only to find him watching me with a painful concern. His posture was incredibly tense, as if it was taking every last drop of self control for him not to intervene. Octavia appeared beside me on her horse and her eyes followed my line of sight to Bellamy. She raised a brow at his worried demeanour before returning her smug face to me.

“You sure you’ve wrapped things up here?” She crooned as she indicated back to him and I kicked myself as I felt my cheeks burning at her insinuation.

“Let’s go.” I uttered coldly and she chuckled at me with a relaxed nature that I hadn’t seen in her since we reunited. “Take it slow for me.” I requested quietly and she nodded in acknowledgement.

Now that I was faced with it, the prospect of spending two days on a horse caused nerves to pool in my stomach as I worried that my body might not manage the exertion. It was more strenuous than I’d imagined to even just keep my balance and the last thing that I wanted to do was fall off before I’d even left Bellamy’s sight. We moved slowly out of camp and into the open fields.

Once we were out of his anxious view I started to feel relaxed. I enjoyed the feeling of the wind in my hair, the vivid smells of the forest and it felt like a dream to be gently trotting side by side with my best friend. I peeked over at her sitting on the horse with a well practised posture, her beautiful brunette locks neatly plaited with only the middle of her mane loosely draped over her shoulders. It was obvious to me how much she’d grown in the brief time that we’d been apart and I reflected on the strangeness of the result that meeting Lincoln had actually improved her. As I considered the unexpected nature of their relationship, she sighed thoughtfully and I could tell from her face that she was also reflecting. She cleared her throat before bringing her eyes to mine with a tiny hint of playfulness glinting there.

“Back in the Skybox I never would have imagined I’d see the day where you were banging my brother.” She remarked smugly and I cringed at the frankness of her words. All of my previous thoughts on her maturity and carefully controlled facade dissolved at her familiarly prying eyes.

“Don’t make it weird.” I drawled as I scrunched my nose into a grimace and tried not to consider the poignancy of her statement. She scoffed at me loudly and I could tell that she genuinely enjoyed having witnessed us kiss so that she could torture me.

“It’s already weird.” She commented and I shrugged in agreement. If I was honest, it’s not something I could ever have predicted back when it was just the two of us in our cells, but now that it had happened it seemed natural. “But honestly, it’s about time. You make each other smile, that’s good enough for me.” She confirmed with a heartfelt smile and I felt tears prickling my eyes.

“Thanks babe.” I breathed as I quickly wiped them away and fixed her with a mischievous smile. “So, is Lincoln still making you smile?” I spoke suggestively and winked at her. I was delighted to earn a snort of laughter in response and it caused a warm wave of nostalgia to wash over me.

“Fair enough.” She conceded as she met my eyes with amusement. “I guess I wouldn’t ever have seen myself with a grounder either.” She admitted with a far away gaze. “Shit’s been crazy since we got down here.” She added in a reflective tone and I hummed in agreement.

“You can say that again.” I muttered as I considered all that had happened in our time here. “We’ve lost a lot of people.” I declared as numerous faces flashed through my mind and I noticed her analysing me with concern.

“We’ve kept a lot alive too.” She acknowledged and I sighed in response.

We trotted along in silence for a while, both lost to our thoughts and I was content to simply enjoy her presence. I reminded myself what I would have given for this kind of experience three weeks ago and tried to keep my attention in the moment so that I could treat it with the appreciation that it deserved. The sun dappled through the trees, casting Octavia in a beautiful, soft light and I felt my heart swell at her relaxed smile. It was a relief to discover that she was happy, despite everything we’d endured and I felt a strange sense of completion as I realised that I couldn’t think of anything else I could need in my life now. I followed her lead quietly and after some time I became aware of how strange it felt to simply follow her.

“You seem to know exactly where you’re going.” I stated an almost question and she surveyed me with a thoughtful look.

“I spent a lot of time out here with the grounders.” She revealed as she easily understood what I was getting at and I raised my brows at her. “Like I said, you missed a lot.” She added with a softer expression as she had to concentrate on relaxing her newly cold attitude and I sighed.

“Yeah, it seems like it. Everyone’s different, we’re in a camp that feels uncomfortably like the Ark and there are people gone who I have no idea how they died.” I detailed as I peeked over at her in frustration. “It feels like we don’t belong in this camp any more. So much has happened and none of you will discuss it.” I expressed with an honesty that I could only release around her and she sighed deeply.

“It’s hard for anyone to talk about, just like your experiences in Mount Weather. It was a bad time for everyone.” She explained and I nodded in acknowledgement. I could tell that she was contemplating what she could recount and I waited patiently for her to speak. “For me, you know I’ve been interested in the grounders' ways since I met Lincoln. It wasn’t intentional for me to join them, but the mountain took Lincoln and our camp was taking too long to act to save you all. So I tried to prove myself to his clan to get help.” She divulged as if it were the most obvious conclusion and I stared back at her in disbelief.

“Jesus Tavi, that was ballsy.” I gasped as I widened my eyes in horror at this idea. “How did that go?” I enquired with interest and was pleased that I hadn’t been around to witness this process.

“It was tough.” She admitted with a deep sigh and I found myself wondering exactly what she’d endured to succeed. “I had to take a lot of risks to prove that I was worth their time. Once I did though Indra took me on as her second and I joined Trikru.” She stated in an even tone and I struggled to process her words. The last time I’d seen a grounder they were breaking through our walls to murder us and the idea that Octavia was a part of any clan just didn’t fit with this memory.

“You’re part of a grounder clan?” I grilled as I tried to wrap my head around the idea and struggled to remain neutral to her explanations.

“I was.” She answered cryptically and I studied her with an ever growing confusion. “I learned so much from them. Indie, their ways are wiser and more balanced than anything we’ve ever had on the Ark. They have me a purpose, they let me prove myself based on my skill and they didn’t coddle me.” She explained with a heartfelt tone to her voice and I sighed in an effort to prevent myself from becoming defensive.

“I can see why you’d be attracted to that.” I admitted as I glanced around awkwardly and compared these statements to everything she had told me of her upbringing. If this was true, I could entirely understand why these kinds of methods would allow her to grow in the manner that she had, but I was still conflicted at the fact that this had happened under a grounder’s guidance. “How did you get a whole clan of the force that wants to wipe us out to take you in?” I probed as I analysed this information and found myself displaying an impressed smile.

“Earned their respect.” She confirmed in a vague statement and I examined her with a newfound pride as I appreciated the strength that she’d cultivated despite such difficult times. “Besides, it wasn’t a problem for too long. Clarke managed to form an alliance with the commander.” Octavia revealed and I felt my mouth drop open in shock at the absurdity of the statement.

“Anya? But I tried to kill her?” I questioned in a stutter and my panic caused a light chuckle from Octavia.

“Anya wasn’t the commander, she just led the unit whose territory we were in. And don’t worry about attacking her, the guards already shot her to death. Fucking idiots.” She grumbled under her breath and I was unsure how I felt about this discovery. “The grounder forces are larger than we ever imagined. The commander's name is Lexa, she’s extreme but not completely unreasonable. Clarke arranged a meeting and although there were sacrifices we had to make, she managed to secure an alliance to attack the mountain.” She relayed and I found my attention riveted to her as she recounted the events that I had missed. I could hardly comprehend the idea of an alliance and the fact that Clarke had apparently successfully secured one was blowing my mind. We rode in silence for a few moments as I processed the new information and I hesitantly questioned part of her statement.

“What kind of sacrifices?” I asked nervously and her gaze snapped to me with surprise. She sighed deeply at me as she considered her words and I awaited her answer with a building sense of dread.

“We had to hand over Finn.” She divulged as she kept her gaze from mine and I could tell that she was avoiding my prying eyes. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable with the fact that she had to explain this and I could hardly keep my disgust from my face.

“What?! Why? What could they possibly want from Finn? He was the biggest advocate for peace!” I exclaimed in a burst of rage and she flinched at the outrage in my tone. She bit her lip in consideration and stared out across the forest thoughtfully. My chest burned with anger as my mind frantically ran through any scenarios where this would be an acceptable outcome and instead found myself wondering how on earth Clarke could have agreed to such terms.

“He slaughtered an entire village of grounders Indie, innocent women and children included.” She revealed and my mouth dropped open in shock yet again. She fidgeted with the reins uncomfortably as I gaped at her and tried to fit her words into the image of the peace advocating, mediating person who I’d known. “He wasn’t the same person that you remember. Losing Clarke broke him, he did some terrible things to find her. Even Bellamy couldn’t stop him. We tried to find another way to compromise but Lexa considered it a war crime. They were about to declare war on us again and Finn snuck out to hand himself over. We couldn’t stop it.” She detailed with a far away look and I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

It was difficult to comprehend the unexpected changes in the gentle Finn who I’d grown to respect and there was a wave of sadness that hit me as I considered that his decisions would forever change the perception we all had of him. I was struck by the realisation that this could just as easily have been Bellamy and I felt a surge of pride in the person that he’d become whilst searching for us. I reflected on the situation and compared the actions that I had taken inside Mount Weather to those that Finn had been held accountable for and wondered if I would be considered a war criminal too.

“How did he die?” I questioned in a quiet voice as my stomach churned in dread and Octavia sighed reluctantly.

“The grounders wanted to punish him for every life he took, that’s their way. The army set up a public execution stage right in front of our camp. He would have suffered all night.” She began and I couldn’t contain my feelings longer.

“That’s barbaric!” I gasped as the mental image formed in my mind and I had to physically shake my head to remove it.

“I know it’s hard to accept because it’s Finn, but what he did was awful. The punishment was for an extreme crime Indie. You might not agree with it, but they did what they would to anyone who killed that many innocent people.” She explained and I had to swallow my disagreements. “Even so, none of us could stand to see him go through that. So Clarke stabbed him when she pretended to be saying goodbye.” She explained and I felt my hands shaking as I absorbed this. I felt an immense guilt for the way that I’d treated Clarke for all of this time as I imagined how agonising this situation must have been for her. I wasn’t sure that I could’ve done the same if it was Bellamy and I acknowledged the incredible strength that it must have taken to provide such a mercy.

“Shit.” I whispered with a heavy feeling in my chest and Octavia hummed in response. “No wonder Clarke needed time. I hope she’s okay.” I admitted with a deep feeling of remorse and she nodded in agreement.

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Fanfic trope mashup: #32 and 55. My preference is for Clexa, but you are more than welcome to chose the ship.

Pregnancy and established relationship. I see you wanted to start off with a difficult one. You may think I’m kidding, but I’m not. Not at all. What are the difficulties here? Well, if you’re talking in-canon, this has already been written, and written very, very well by others. If you’re talking AUs, well… Let me fess up right here, right now. Pregnancy is a favored trope for me, but I can’t say that it’s necessarily a wholesome one. If we look back in time, tween and teen Outlier used to read a metric fuckton of romance novels. Harlequin, historical, those ones where there were blue stockings and rogues and many an accidental pregnancy. That’s where it’s at for me - accidental. If we trace this back to its root, my love of these is because they provide irrefutable proof that someone(s) have been up to some shenanigans they would have preferred for no one to know about. That’s right - it can’t just be an accidental pregnancy. It has to be one that reveals the torrid affair between the two characters that really, really didn’t want to get caught.

How do you accomplish that between two uteruses? Well, there has to be powerful magic, future tech sufficiently advanced to be indistinguishable from magic, possibly some kind of alien shenanigans, or someone has to have a dick (granted, this can also be a flare up of powerful magic).

I don’t think this particular combination specifies that the established relationship has to be a known relationship, and if it does, consider this me exploiting a loophole. We’ll travel back to my misspent youth, I think, for inspiration.

Lexa, more formally Lady Alexandra Woods of Woods House, is a bit of a boffin.

Society has no room for lady boffins, of course, but it doesn’t matter how many times her petition to join the Society of Natural History has been rejected. No one attends her lectures other than a few rather suspect suffragettes? That’s fine too. All that matters is that Lexa has peace and quiet and a reasonably well-stocked laboratory. She also needs a rather sturdy pair of boots, because the focus of all her of considerable mental energy necessitates tromping through the forest. (We won’t narrow that down, because it’s a rabbit hole and I won’t crawl out of it for days. Weeks maybe.) Nevermind, we need an object. It’s a bird. It’s a rare bird, and as someone who is not an ornithologist, I cannot exactly explain why it’s so very, very interesting at this exact moment.

Clarke? Well, let’s be honest. She’s a bit of an odd one. Her mother, you see, has a bit of a reputation. Do you have an illness the local quack can’t cure? I suppose you’ll need to sneak out to the not at all frightening, remote, somewhat rundown cabin and hope Dr. Griffin will help you. Keep in mind the rumors that she killed her husband for sins as yet unknown. You’re taking your life in your hands, but if no one else can make your baby stop crying or figure out what to do about that wound that’s starting to smell very, very suspicious… Well, maybe a little coin and proper deference will be enough to keep Dr. Griffin in check. Her daughter? A bit of a wild thing. When she does come to town, which is rarely, she has a habit of managing to nearly barter away your hearth and home for what you realize later is perhaps of questionable value, but when she’s there in front of you, it all seems to make sense.

No one knows what she does with her time when she’s not haggling them into poverty, but she always seems to have vials clinking around in the pockets of her cloak and bits of greenery stuck here and there. It’s best not to call her a witch to her face (or behind her back for that matter), but the evidence all seems to add up, doesn’t it?

Not that Lexa would believe in all of that poppycock, if she even knew who Clarke was. She’s too occupied with other things, notably the habitats and habits of the Red-Sashed MacGuffin. And lo and behold, she tracks an entire family down to what seems to be the oddest garden she’s ever seen, outside of a cabin that looks more like it crashed into existence than anything else. The incredibly belligerent young woman who appears to live there doesn’t seem all that interested in Lexa’s explanations about the scientific opportunities to be found if only she could set up camp there in its midst, sowing chaos with her well-soled boots. She practically mows down one of Clarke’s most valuable herbs, and no, Clarke doesn’t care if they look like weeds. They were important.

What’s that? Lexa claims that her family actually owns all of this land and Clarke and her mother are squatters? She’s going to evict them? All over a (honestly magnificent) bird? Their argument takes them deeper into the forest because Lexa doesn’t seem all that interested in Clarke’s angry rants and Clarke’s not going to have her life uprooted by an avian adventurer. The thing is - they’re not the only things in these woods. Legend has it they’re haunted by some kind of monster, something that’s called this forest its home for generations. Something from before, when the land wasn’t home to lady boffins and ragged possible witches, and it doesn’t take kindly to all of the bickering.

They make it out okay and find a comfy cave in which to hide, but that doesn’t really help the really rather ghastly slash Lexa has taken to the thigh. It’s bleeding an alarming amount, so much so that Clarke feels she has no choice but to administer one of her experimental new concoctions. Through careful research and some rather dodgy old tomes, she’s pieced it together. The miracle drug - it creates life. Lexa needs her skin to knit back together so that she doesn’t exit this mortal coil? Well, drink up, and sit back because the binding needs to be tight. There’s no need for modesty. It’s literally a life and death situation, and for all that it’s a lovely thigh, Clarke has other priorities.

Now, though, with Lady Alexandra Woods of Woods House mending in a cave and unable to move, the town is atwitter. Clarke stays out of it. How would she know where the Lady has gone? Besides, it wouldn’t do anyone any good to let them know that Lady Woods is recuperating quite well, thank you very much, even if it is in a cave and even if she is being tended by a not-quite-witch. Medicine isn’t magic, even though Clarke is very pleased to see that each phial sees a corresponding improvement.

There’s a certain intimacy to caring for someone, though. Bringing her food and water, making sure she’s safe from the elements, helping her down to the stream to bathe. Clarke hadn’t really wanted to get to know the imperious lady boffin, but she can’t help but appreciate her smarts and her logic and her… well, her less intellectual assets. So maybe Lexa unexpectedly kisses her in gratitude one day when Clarke brings her a special treat. So maybe Clarke’s fingers linger a little longer than necessary when checking the progress of the wound. So maybe there’s no therapeutic value in accidentally ravishing her patient. These things happen.

The town is beside itself when Lady Woods returns only slightly worse for wear with a tale of adventure battling the unseen creature haunting the deepest forest. (She’ll have to write a monograph when she has time. The Society can’t deny her entry with that in hand.) It’s surely no right thing for a Lady, all this tromping about, and look what happened to her. Not that Lady Lexa seems to care. She takes her picnic basket and notebook out with her every day, though the kitchens do find it odd that she asks them to pack lunch for two. And if the younger Griffin no longer comes to town to take the very shirt from their back, it’s probably a coincidence.

The problem? It isn’t long before lunch for two isn’t sufficient, and since when have these walks left her faint, Lexa wonders? Why aren’t her favorite skirts fitting anymore? She’s getting more exercise, not less, what with her daily excursions to visit a certain not witch elusive bird. What was it that medicine did again, Clarke? Stimulate life? And you got the formula from what book, exactly?

Well. This is going to be quite the conundrum, isn’t it?

#surprisingly there are no dicks here

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agoddamnsupernova · 6 years

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There are no Accidents

Clexa Week Day 1- Meet Ugly

Lexa had just wanted to relax after exam week, take in some sun, but a paint covered blonde has other plans.

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Exam week was always hell and this one had been no different, which is what brought Lexa to her favorite spot in the park, watching the wind blow waves across the duck pond. The soft quacks of spring ducklings brings a smile to her lips, spying the little yellow fluffs following their mother around on the other side of the pond.

She leaned down to grab her bag, hoping to make it over to see the ducklings up close when a body crashed into her, sending her head first into the water. Lexa rolls over, gasping for air, soaked from head to toe.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, fuck,” A voice spits out from bove her while she tries to blink the water from her eyes, groping around the water for her glasses. “Here let me help,” there’s a slosh next to her and then a dull crunch and Lexa just knows that it had to be her glasses.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lexa grunts out, rubbing her eyes before glaring up at the other girl. “Do you not have any manners?”

The blonde opens and shuts her mouth a few times before blowing out a hard breath. “I’m really really sorry, I am, I promise I’ll replace whatever I just broke, but like lets get you out of this water.”

“They were my glasses,” Lexa huffs, taking the offered hand with a little more force than necessary. “Do you make a habit of running into people?”

“I just didn’t see you, sorry again,” The girl says softly, looking up at Lexa, squinting a bit. “Can I ma-”

“--Clarke!” A man’s voice rings out through the air, causing the blonde to jump and grip Lexa’s hand hard. “Get your ass over here right now!”

Clarke’s eyes go wide as she turns on her heel, Lexa’s hand still firmly caught in her own as she tears off down the path. Lexa lets out a undignified squeak as she follows after the girl. Unsure of the destination or even the reason they’re running, Lexa allows herself to be tugged along until she’s sure they’re far enough away from the center of the park.

“Why are we running!” She huffs, easily keeping up with the blonde’s slightly shorter stride.

“Uh, well, my backpack is currently full of spray paint, which I used to graffiti that guys car cause I found out he was cheating on my best friend,” Clarke replies, grunting when Lexa stops in her tracks, tugging Clarke back.

“Wait, what?” Lexa asks, her brows furrowed as she gave Clarke a quick one over, realizing that she was indeed covered in paint.

“Look, I don’t expect you to get it, but my friend was really fucking hurt by it and she forbade me from physically hurting him so, I thought I’d hit him in his pride,” Clarke shrugged, looking at their linked hands.

Lexa’s eyes are drawn to their hands as well, blushing when she realizes they’re still linked. She pulls her hand away gently, clearing her throat. “So, you’re risking him pressing charges if he catches you?” She asks, glancing over her shoulder, hoping they’re far enough away from the man now.

“I mean, I doubt Finn would press charges, he’d probably just scream at me, maybe shove me,” Clarke shrugs again, rubbing the back of her neck. “But, uh, that’s not a big deal. You being in those soaked clothes on the other hand...”

“Wonder whose fault that is,” Lexa chuckles causing Clarke to blush. “It’s fine, I get it, my sister did some weird shit when my ex dumped me so,” she shrugs a bit, pushing some wet hair from her face.

“I might have a solution to you being wet,” Clarke hums, pulling her phone out to check the time.

“Being wet isn’t always a bad thing,” Lexa smirks, tucking her hands into her pockets. “Especially when a pretty girl is the cause.”

“Oh my god,” Clarke snorts, shaking her head as she tries to ignore the way her cheeks burn. “Alright cassanova, my apartment is near by, between Raven and I, we should have stuff that will fit you.”

Lexa smiles slightly, her brow quirking as Clarke offers up her hand. Lexa stares at it for a moment before taking it, lacing their fingers together. “Lead the way.”

They chat along the way, playing a sort of twenty questions where they both took turns asking questions to get to know the other. “So, other than graffiti, what else do you like to do?” Lexa asks while they wait to cross the road.

“I’m majoring in architecture with a minor in fine arts,” Clarke replies, tugging Lexa across the street when there’s an opening. “So when I’m not swamped with working on my portfolios, I’m usually just hanging out with my friends,” she says, shrugging a bit.

“It's more than I do,” Lexa chuckles, frowning a bit when Clarke lets go of her hand as they walk up to a bricked building. “When I’m not working on my homework, I’m just reading. Well, until my sister comes and drags me out.”

“Aw, she cares about you, wants you to get some fresh air” Clarke chuckles, punching in a security code before holding the door open for her companion. “I always wanted a sibling, but my parents refused.”

Lexa chuckles softly, glancing around as she walks into the lobby. The walls are a shade of pale yellow, the floor covered in white tiles. Mismatched furniture is huddled in the same corner as the front desk and the back wall covered in mail boxes.

“I know, it’s ugly,” Clarke hums affectionately, walking toward the elevator. “But it’s home.”

“They could have chosen any color...and they chose yellow?” Lexa snorts, shaking her head as the doors close.

“I think they were going for a cheerful vibe and they somehow got a cross between a nursery and a hospital,” Clarke says, leaning against the wall as they ascend.

“Can’t imagine how creepy it is to come home after dark,” Lexa snorts, her stomach rolling when the elevator lurches to a stop and dings on the second floor. “My apartment complex has such nice forest green walls.”

“It's not polite to brag,” Clarke teases, patting her pockets until she realizes her keys are in her backpack. She pulls it off, ignoring the way the cans inside clank as she rummages through the front pocket, extracting her keys with a grin.

“Is that a Stitch keychain?” Lexa asks, a brow quirked at the fuzzy blue alien hanging off of Clarke’s keys.

“You got a problem with Stitch?” Clarke shoots back defensively as she unlocks the door.

“Not at all, I was simply asking about your keychain,” Lexa replies, rolling her eyes at the blonde. “Nerd.”

Clarke narrows her eyes at Lexa for a moment before pushing the door open, grinning at the rather large Rottweiler that greets her. “Yes, hello Siruis, did you miss me?” Clarke cooes at the dog, who just wags his tail and grunts.

The dog pays no mind as Clarke gently shoves him back so they can come through the door, but does make a show of checking Lexa out. He sniffs from her shoes to her stomach, snorting after a moment before head buttong Lexa’s hand.

She doesn’t hesitate to drop to her knees to love on the animal, giggling when he snuffles at her neck. “Are you a good boy? I bet you are,” she grins, scratching the beast behind the ears.

“Has my darling wife returned from war?” A woman, who Lexa can only assume is Raven, asks as she walks into the small space. “Oh, who is this?”

Lexa does her best to try and shove Sirius off of her so she can introduce herself, but only manages to get herself pinned to the floor with the dog licking her face. “Oh ew, please the the face!” She giggles, trying to cover her face.

“This is...I never asked your name,” Clarke chuckles, shaking her head a bit. “Sirius, wanna watch a movie?” She asks, causing the dog to stop his licking and run for the couch, launching himself into it.

“It’s Lexa,” she grins, running a hand through her damp hair as she sits up.

“Sorry about that, he’s a ladies man,” Raven chuckles, offering Lexa a hand up. “I’m Raven and you’re wet, what the hell happened to you?”

“Clarke shoved me into the duck pond,” Lexa replies, shaking Raven’s hand before letting it go. She wipes her face with the sleeve of her hoodie, shaking her head a bit. “She said something about getting dry clothes here.”

“Oh hell yeah, you’re only like two inches taller than me, you should be able to fit into some of my pants.” Raven says, backing up to take Lexa in.

In turn, Lexa gives Raven a good once over, taking in everything from the grease stains on her shirt to the brace hugging her knee. “What happened there?” She asks without thinking, her brow furrowed.

“Just an accident when I was younger, no big deal,” Raven replies a little too quickly, waving it off. “Let me go grab you some things and you can use our shower too, I bet the duck pond isn’t the cleanest water in the world.”

Lexa nods a bit, offering a sheepish smile before Raven turns away and heads down the hall. Clarke is in the living room clicking through Netflix until Sirius lets out a little boof when she lands on Lady and the Tramp.

“You watched this three times last night,” Clarke says, hands on her hips as Sirius wags his tail, whining softly. “Oh, fine,” she huffs, clicking play before ruffing his ears.

“He’s not spoiled, not at all,” Lexa grins, watching the way the dog curls up, head on the arm of the couch to watch the movie.

“Raven and I found him on the side of the road when he was a puppy,” Clarke explains, leaning against the couch. “So we’ve kind of just given him everything he could ever want. He’s such a good boy, a good judge of character, we should have picked up on why he didn’t like Finn.”

“Sometimes it's easier to ignore the obvious when you want to believe the best in everyone,” Lexa hums, smiling softly.

Clarke shrugs a bit, moving to rummage through her backpack. “You should give me your number so I can replace your glasses and maybe take you out to apologize.”

Lexa nods, pulling her bag off her shoulders, frowning when she finds the inside is completely soaked. “Well, I’m glad I splurged on a waterproof case,” she chuckles softly, pulling the device out so they can exchange numbers.

“Ooh, Clarke’s already got your number, must be serious,” Raven teases when she reappears, a small stack of clothes in her arms.

“Fuck off, Reyes!” Clarke huffs, plopping down next to Sirius, her cheeks red.

Raven rolls her eyes, handing Lexa the clothes. “The purple towel and washcloth on the sink is for you, feel free to use anything in the shower.”

“Thanks,” Lexa smiles before heading to the bathroom.

“So, you have the hots for tall dark and beautiful?” Raven asks as she settles down on the chair, brows raised at her friend.

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” Clarke mumbles, eyes glued to the TV screen. “We just met today and I shoved her into a pond.”

“There’s a reason your mother didn’t name you Grace,” Raven chuckles, leaning back against the cushion. “How come you were in such a rush? Does it have anything to do with the paint on your hands?”

Clarke sighs softly, absentmindedly rubbing her hands on her jeans. “Fine, I spray painted Finn’s car. He was parked outside her dorm building and he caught me as I was finishing up. I ran into Lexa afterward and now we’re here.”

“I told you to leave it alone, Clarke, you could have been hurt or worse, expelled,” Raven says firmly, shaking her head a bit. “He was a dick, but there’s no point in risking getting expelled over stuff like that, okay?”

“Okay, Hermione,” Clarke smiles, finally looking at Raven. “But like, you want to see what I did, right?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Raven grins, giggling when Clarke all but climbs into her lap to shuffle through the photos she had taken. By the time they’re finished laughing over Finns ruined Mustang, Lexa is walking into the living room, toweling her hair. “Whoever has the Old Spice body wash, you’re amazing, I have the same one.”

“That’s Raven’s,” Clarke hums as she looks up, nearly choking when she sees Lexa.

Raven’s MIT tank top hang off her a bit, the jeans just a little too short, but Lexa looks hot with her tousled hair and rosy cheeks. “Why are you staring? Did I not get all the soap of my face or something?”

“She’s staring cause she’s a useless bisexual,” Raven snorts, shoving Clarke off her lap. “And you’re hot, dude.”

Lexa blushes slightly, draping the towel over her arm. She opens her mouth to speak, jumping when a loud banging starts at the door. “Clarke, I know you’re in there, open the fucking door!”

Before Raven or Clarke has time to react, Lexa is throwing her towel to the floor, marking her way up to the door. She swings it open, Finn’s fist an inch away from her face and there’s something in the way she narrows her eyes that has Finn taking a step back before she even speaks.

“It seems as though no one has taught you manners or how to deal with disputes, so until you can learn to handle this in a civil manner, you will leave these two alone,” Lexa states, her voice cold. “And if you don’t, your shitty car will be the least of your problems.”

Finn stares at her for a solid minute before he lets out a loud huff, turning on his heel to stomp down the hall. Lexa waits until she hears the ding of the elevator before closing the door, finding Raven, Clarke and Sirius were all staring at her. “What?”

“Can I kiss you?” Clarke blurts out, eyes wide.

#clexaweek2018 #day 1 #meet ugly #clexa #Clarke Griffin #Lexa Woods #THERES A DOG IN THIS ONE #I had to #I love dogs #I've never done one of these weeks before #so I'm super happy

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winnie-the-patton · 7 years

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*Whispers softly* All 200

Jfc… ok lol 😂

I’m adding a “click to read more” cuz no one wants this lol. Also they’re all messed up for some reason but again i dont think anyone besides QPP is gonna read is soo whatever

200: My crush’s name is: heh im not gonna post that 

199: I was born in: Illinois  

198: I am really: obnoxious lol 1

97: My cellphone company is: T-Mobile 

196: My eye color is: green 195: My shoe size is: 6 1/2 194: My ring size is: no clue 193: My height is: 5' 192: I am allergic to: bees 191: My 1st car was: non existent 190: My 1st job was: running birthday parties at a local park 189: Last book you read: do fan fictions count? 188: My bed is: meh 187: My pet: BO I LOVE HIM 186: My best friend: I have several. Liz, Justin, Allison, Jayse 185: My favorite shampoo is: coconut with Shea Butter 184: Xbox or ps3: ps3  183: Piggy banks are: cool? 182: In my pockets: a strange mixture of pennies and pounds  181: On my calendar: Dodie Clark concert 180: Marriage is: good for some people 179: Spongebob can: DO ANYTHING HE WANTS 178: My mom: nice 177: The last three songs I bought were? “Look What You Made Me Do” “You” “Things We Used to Share" 176: Last YouTube video watched: Dil’s Bday 175: How many cousins do you have? Too many 174: Do you have any siblings? 1 173: Are your parents divorced? No 172: Are you taller than your mom? No 171: Do you play an instrument? Yes, ukulele and piano 170: What did you do yesterday? Went to a carnival. Slept.

[ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: sure 168: Luck: sure 167: Fate: sure 166: Yourself: not at all 165: Aliens: definitely 164: Heaven: eh 163: Hell: eh 162: God: eh 161: Horoscopes: lol sometimes kinda 160: Soul mates: definitely 159: Ghosts: eh 158: Gay Marriage: of course??? 157: War: no 156: Orbs: …I don’t know what this means? 155: Magic: sure :)

[ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: Depends on the person 153: Drunk or High: Depends on the night 😂 (but usually high) 152: Phone or Online: online 151: Red heads or Black haired: no preference 150: Blondes or Brunettes: no preference 149: Hot or cold: cold 148: Summer or winter: summer 147: Autumn or Spring: spring  146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate  145: Night or Day: day 144: Oranges or Apples: neither 143: Curly or Straight hair: curly 142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk Chocolate 140: Mac or PC: Mac 139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: ugly and sweet… aren’t opposites? How about nice and rich? And I don’t care about looks 137: Coke or Pepsi: Diet Pepsi  136: Hillary or Obama: Obama 135: Burried or cremated: Buried 134: Singing or Dancing: Singing 133: Coach or Chanel: No preference 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: don’t know what these are 131: Small town or Big city: big city 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: ben stiller  128: Manicure or Pedicure: manicure 127: East Coast or West Coast: west coats 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas 125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney! 123: Yankees or Red Sox: Red Sox

[ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: bad and ineffective 121: George Bush: bad, stupid 120: Gay Marriage: it’s just… the right thing? Like idk? People should be allowed to love and marry whoever they want? That’s basic human rights? 119: The presidential election: TERRIFYING. HORRENDOUS. WHY. 118: Abortion: While I could never do it and I have moral issues with it, I believe it’s the woman’s choice what she does with her body.  117: MySpace: don’t remember it 116: Reality TV: stupid but fun 115: Parents: frustrating, confusing, but they try… 114: Back stabbers: unforgivable. Damaging. 113: Ebay: sketchy but fun 112: Facebook: love it 111: Work: exhausting, but I do love my job 110: My Neighbors: lovely 109: Gas Prices: apparently too high? 108: Designer Clothes: ridiculous. I can buy your $80 shirt and Walmart for $5 107: College: expensive. Stressful. 106: Sports: like playing them, not watching them 105: My family: complicated. Confusing. Stressful. Trying their best? 104: The future: fucking terrifying

[ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: ….I actually don’t remember. Maybe a few weeks ago? Fuck… 102: Last time you ate: an hour ago 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: a week ago 100: Cried in front of someone: no clue, few months ago? 99: Went to a movie theater: week ago 98: Took a vacation: a year ago 97: Swam in a pool: two months ago 96: Changed a diaper: HA a month ago 95: Got my nails done: 2 years ago? 94: Went to a wedding: I don’t remember  93: Broke a bone: like 15 years ago 92: Got a peircing: never 91: Broke the law: a month ago 90: Texted: an hour ago

[ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: Allison 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my sister and my dog 87: The last movie I saw: Mother! 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: going to Disneyworld in France 85: The thing im not looking forward to: getting up early to go to the doctor 84: People call me: magz 83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope 81: My zodiac sign is: Capricorn  80: The first person i talked to today was: my uber driver 79: First time you had a crush: ever? Like, preschool. Real crush? When I was like 8. 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Justin and Jayse. 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: like 2 days ago 76: Right now I am talking to: Beth 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: hell if I know  74: I have/will get a job: will. Had to leave my summer job when I moved. 73: Tomorrow: go to the doctor, visit friend, fix computer? 72: Today: apparently sleep and fail to go to the dr 71: Next Summer: *shrugs* 70: Next Weekend: uhhh 69: I have these pets: Bo! 68: The worst sound in the world: scratching nails on holographic material 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: idk 66: People that make you happy: Liz, Allison, Justin 65: Last time I cried: about an hour ago 64: My friends are: amazing  63: My computer is: BROKEN 62: My School: awesome 61: My Car: don’t have one 60: I lose all respect for people who: voted for trump 59: The movie I cried at was: a lot of them lol  58: Your hair color is: dark brown and blonde 57: TV shows you watch: Kimmy Schmidt, sometimes AHS,  56: Favorite web site: tumblr 55: Your dream vacation: London 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: honestly rn is pretty close 53: How do you like your steak cooked: well done 52: My room is: messy 51: My favorite celebrity is: Thomas sanders 50: Where would you like to be: home 49: Do you want children: yes 48: Ever been in love: idk 47: Who’s your best friend: I have many 46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: having my hair played with 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: a fucking doctor 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no  42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: kinda 41: Have you pre-named your children: yes 40: Last person I got mad at: probably my parents 39: I would like to move to: I like it here 38: I wish I was a professional: singer

[ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: buncha crunch  36: Vehicle: boat 35: President: Obama 34: State visited: California  33: Cellphone provider: T-Mobile I guess 32: Athlete: my sis 31: Actor: Thomas Sanders 30: Actress: Phillipa Soo 29: Singer: Lorde 28: Band: 21 Pilots 27: Clothing store: hot topic 26: Grocery store: priscos 25: TV show: Kimmy Schmidt 24: Movie: Singin’ in the Rain 23: Website: Tumblr 22: Animal: Koala 21: Theme park: Disney World 20: Holiday: Halloween 19: Sport to watch: I dont  18: Sport to play: badminton 17: Magazine: no 16: Book: Aristotle and Dante 15: Day of the week: Friday  14: Beach: the one with sand 13: Concert attended: 21 Pilots 12: Thing to cook: Alfredo 11: Food: Cookies 10: Restaurant: Luigis 9: Radio station: 101.9 8: Yankee candle scent: wood drift beach 7: Perfume: mango vanilla 6: Flower: daffodils 5: Color: dusty rose pink 4: Talk show host: jimmy Fallon 3: Comedian: jerry Seinfeld? 2: Dog breed: pug or a cavachon 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yeah

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baskingintheinsanity · 7 years

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Coming Home In Your Arms

A/n: No matter how hard I try to make a drabble serious…I always end up injecting unneeded humor. Why self, why are you like this?? Anyway, this is not beta’d or edited at all. So there are probably TYPOS and things I’m going to fix later, so I’m very sorry! But I had teased you guys enough and I really wanted to get this up for you lovely shippers! Enjoy the super-powered sexy times.

She didn’t know it was like this. She didn’t realize talking to a person could be like coming home, like stepping back into a role you forgot you had. She thought she had found who she was on Earth and she was totally comfortable with that.

But the first time Mon-El talked to her about his parents taking him to other planets, beautiful far away stars, she felt something shift. She realized that he was the only person in the world that really got it. Of course, Clark was Kryptonian so he was even more like her than Mon-El was, but….Clark didn’t remember home. Clark hadn’t had it all ripped away from him. Mon-El knew exactly what that was like. Maybe even more so-he was an adult when his world was destroyed, while she was a child.

And when he talked to her about his home, about the couple of times he had visited hers, it felt like she was simultaneously unlocking a new part of herself and remembering who she used to be, back on Kyrpton. The latter part of her found comfort and warmth in discussing other planets, their planets, like it was completely and blissfully normal. But it was different with him than when she was a kid on Kyrpton. With him, she got sassier. She spoke up more. She wasn’t too shy to tell him when he was being an idiot. Because around him, she felt…free. Natural. Like she didn’t have to second guess what she said, keep a secret. She could talk about home. She could slap his arm HARD without fear of breaking him. She wasn’t awkward and stuttering when he did something she didn’t like. She was strong.

Maybe it was because that’s how he obviously saw her-fearless- or maybe it was because that’s who she really is, underneath all the facades she puts on in order for Earth to accept her. Of course she had family, real family, that knew her secret. But they didn’t understand it; they couldn’t feel the weight of it like she could.

Of course, it wasn’t just that they were from neighboring planets that persuaded her to walk to his door that night. No, he didn’t earn points just for being an alien. It helped, but the real reason she felt free around him was because he was the one person that expected nothing of her. And everything. He didn’t expect her to GIVE anything. She didn’t have to be Supergirl and save the day for him to like her. She didn’t have to be a good sister or responsible daughter for him to be interested. She didn’t even have to be a good friend for him to look at her the way he does. (Actually she wasn’t always the best friend to him, but that’s beside the point.)

He asked for nothing form her, just that she be his partner and help him save people. He actually confessed his feelings tonight without having any hope that she would feel the same. He was simply being honest, like she asked him to be. And boy, did she ask a lot of him.

Not only did he ask nothing of her, but he believed everything of her. He probably thought she was capable of anything. And with her powers, she likely was. But something gave her the feeling that even if she had no powers, if it was a red sun, he would still think her capable of holding the world on her shoulders. She almost couldn’t believe it. For one, he had listened to her and opened up like she asked. Secondly….comets. Come on, no girl would ever get over that. The look on his face….he was so vulnerable and genuine. She rarely gets to see his eyes that shade. Like a storm, swirling in on itself, blue skies invaded by worried grey cumulonimbus. He looked…afraid. More afraid than when she first met him and his whole word had suddenly disappeared. That look shook her to her core. She had just sat there, staring at him mutely. She supposes it’s not his fault that he assumed she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. She didn’t give much indication if she did or not. She was just too…stunned. She had tried dating before. When she was an awkward preteen, she was too ignorant of Earth’s culture to be seen as anything but weird. When she was a teenager, she was so afraid of her own powers that she couldn’t control them. The couple of dates she decided to give a go ended up in disaster. Like a poor, innocent human boy injured and bruised disaster. And as she became an adult….she focused on her career, on what she was supposed to be doing with her life and the gift of her powers.

There was Winn. Sweet, clueless, sensitive Winn. He could hack into a government facility-and has several times-but couldn’t tell if a woman was interested or not. He admitted his feelings and her immediate rejection lost her a best friend for weeks.

Then there was James. She was struck by cupid the moment she saw him. Or she thought she was. She pined for months, but when her chance came to actually have him….the sparks seemed to fade. Something didn’t feel quite right when they tried. The kiss was good, but…she just didn’t know if she was actually ready for a relationship. She knew she wanted his friendship, for sure, but…she suddenly wasn’t sure about anything more than that. It almost felt like girlfriend wasn’t supposed to be her role in his life. She realized after the fact that what she felt for James was probably akin to puppy-love. Her first serious feelings for someone at all as an adult. Of course she didn’t know where to put them. There had been a couple moments of questioning herself about some of the ladies in her life, but that was a completely different story….

But he hadn’t let her answer him. He assumed she didn’t like-like him before she could say anything. And that was frankly unfair. She….did feel something. She was just so scared and…she had never felt quite this MUCH before. It was overwhelming.

And that, ladies and gents, is how Kara Danvers ended up sneaking into the DEO after hours like a rebellious teen and knocking on Mon-El’s door. How cliché.

She waited impatiently as she heard the shuffle of feet before the door opened, revealing a tired and disheveled Mon-El. He had taken off the long-sleeve he had been wearing at her apartment and was now clad in a wife-beater-that she assumed he had on under his shirt-and dark blue boxers. His hair was messy and sticking up a little bit at the back. His expression registered sleepy as he rubbed his eyes and blinked, registering it was her.

Ok, so maybe she stewed and paced in her apartment for a couple hours before she came over here. At 1 am in the morning. Oh, bad idea, Kara. Why do you have such brilliant ideas? She berated herself even as her eyes ran over him. His biceps were tugging at the armholes of his wifebeater distractingly, a clear indication he needed the next size up. She guessed he HAD been training more without her recently. His shoulders were wider too. And his bleary eyes pierced into her, his mussed up hair definitely not adorable.

“Kara?” his voice sounded unsure, enough of a shock to make her remember that he was speaking to her and expected her to answer, “What are you doing here? I thought-“

“You-“ she stepped into his room and his space, poking him in the chest with one accusing finger, “You…you didn’t let me answer! You just said your piece and assumed that the way the world seems in Mon-El’s head is the way it must be. Isn’t that right?”

Well, that wasn’t what she had planned to say, but she always was good with righteous tell-offs. It was her comfort zone.

To say the boy was non-plussed would be an understatement. Now Kara being mad at him certainly wasn’t a new feeling. But as far as he could tell, he had done nothing to make her this mad. Not recently.

“I….hold on,” he shook his head, “I’m confused. Why are you yelling at me again? Because I cut you off earlier…I don’t remember…”

“Of course you don’t!” she huffed, deciding to go with the angry thing; any other emotion scared her too much, “I’m yelling because you just SPOKE for me! You assumed I didn’t care about you the way you care about me! And that’s another thing-comets?? Who says things like that? That is not fair. Uh-uh.”

He didn’t know if he could frown any harder, he might be accidentally stealing her Crinkle ™, “So….you wanted to tell me for yourself that you don’t have feelings for me like that?”

She couldn’t believe him! It was as if the universe was forcing her to outright say it. But…she couldn’t. if she said it, it was real. There flirty, friendly banter was ruined and their friendship was no longer a safe friendship that she could depend on…she had so few solid friendships right now with Winn and James having lied to her and Alex being busy with the new girlfriend and all… But if she says nothing again, then she’s stuck with this unbearable tension that’s always between them. Like a cloud in the air, shocking them if they get too close. Something that made her furious whenever he dared not listen to her and made him ache to have her look at him like he was worth something. That same thing that makes him act like a stupid puppy. Did she have magnetic powers too….Question for later, he filed away.

“Are you serious?? I come barging down here to tell you that I DON’T like you back? Are all boys on Daxam this dumb or-“

And that was it. In every relationship, there is a specific button that person A can press to set person B off like a volcano. Daxam and her prejudice against it was that button for Mon-El.

“Excuse me?! Just because we’re not the all-knowing high and mighty Kryptonians does not mean we’re dumb? I’m assuming you didn’t come down here just to insult me….so…what is it?” he almost glares at her expectantly, too tired for this much emotion. He had just had to deal with her rejection like a bullet straight to his heart. He didn’t know you felt actual pain in your chest when your heart broke.

“What is…why did I come?” she huffed, losing steam, “To…to tell you that you need to go shopping! You’re outgrowing your clothes and you look sloppy!” There was a heat in her eyes, mingled with fear, like a cat ready to pounce, but afraid of the counter-attack. And from that look, he suddenly understood. Maybe the gods had given him a divine strike of insight. He didn’t know how he realized it, but he did. Kara liked him back. She CARED. Kara felt the same. It kept repeating in his head, a hopeful wish that maybe could come true. He could tell she was too shy to say it, that much he knew. And he knew they would have to have a serious talk eventually, but maybe…if he pushed her far enough, she would forget her fear, just give in and tell him how she felt. He scoffed, almost amused, “My clothes?” he raised an eyebrow, knowing his calmness would set her off even more, “What about your clothes? Do you think that tiny little red skirt is really sufficient?”

“My-my skirt?? I have tights on under it! And what about you? Running around, half-cocked, trying to show off your ‘hero’ skills!” she further invaded his space, shoving him backwards. Showing her anger like this really wasn’t like her, but she knew she wouldn’t hurt him. It felt good to let out her frustration physically without fear of causalities.

He had just planned to goad her into being honest, but she was starting to get under his skin. He wasn’t showing off; he really was trying to do good, be better. “I was only doing what you said! Be the hero, Mon-El! Use your powers for good!”

“Until you left the people defenseless to save me when I didn’t need saving!” she rolled her eyes and he couldn’t stand it. He hated when she rolled her eyes at him like that, like he was a child.

He gritted his teeth to hold back his anger and almost laughed in disbelief, like he had when she asked if he liked her, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I forgot the perfect Kara doesn’t need saving!”

She refrained from stomping her foot, but only just, “I never said I was perfect! But I wanted to trust you so badly, Mon-El. I want a partner that knows I can take care of myself!”

He almost snickered, “Of course you can take care of yourself, Kara. You’re the most self-sufficient person I know.”

“But you had to save me because you care about me, huh?” she meant it as a taunt, but she came off sounding a little insecure and unsure of her choice to ask that question.

He couldn’t believe she was still asking this-hadn’t he opened himself up raw for her? Was that not enough yet? “Yes, Kara! I do! I care about you! And your stupid adorable crinkle and the blinding goodness shining out of your damn soul!” he was breathing harder now, the intensity of the emotions exerting themselves on him now. He wanted to be good for her. No, for him. She made him see that he COULD be a great man and he wanted that. Not just because he wanted to deserve her, but...maybe he did deserve to make it off Daxam. Maybe he was meant for something more than to be the prince people blindly bowed to.

His chest suddenly felt heavy with the realization of what he was feeling and what was happening. It didn’t help when she walked towards him, pushing him back towards the wall behind him. Her eyes were tractor beams of blue holding him frozen in place with her indignant glare, somehow touched by yet another of his confessions and annoyed….How does one person even convey all that??

“And maybe, if you listened for once in your life, Mon-El of Daxam, you would realize that you’re not alone.”

He could hardly breathe. She was so close to him, “You mean-“

“My turn to talk,” she frowned with adorable determination and took a deep breath, stealing herself, “Yes, I mean I…feel…I don’t know! I feel SOMETHING towards you and it’s stronger than anything else I’ve ever felt. I mean I love my sister, obviously, and I would die for my friends, but this is…different. I tried my luck with boys when I was young and god I was so bad at it…but even then, all I felt was butterflies. I was nervous of what they would think of me. But it wasn’t this…this…” she looked straight into his dark eyes and did the bravest thing she could ever do-she was honest with herself, “This is overwhelming. This isn’t something I know how to do, Mon-El. You do some pretty stupid things and you make me so ANGRY. And then you do something amazing just because you feel like being good and it makes me question my judgements. You surprise me. I expect one thing and you do the other. You make me feel…safe. And familiar. Like I can say anything to you and it’ll be okay...and then there’s your puppy dog eyes that don’t give up and geez that one time you came out of the DEO shower and-“

He was beyond words. Everything he wanted her to feel…she was saying she did. And he didn’t care that she didn’t know how to go about it. He didn’t really either. Relationships weren’t exactly what he did on Daxam. He didn’t care that she was awkward and rambling and sometimes yelled at him too much. He would take her for all of that. He wanted her. You didn’t choose your partners on Daxam. But here you did. And she was his choice.

He accidentally cut her off with a laugh of awed disbelief. In that moment, there was nothing left she could do. She obeyed the only logical option screaming at her in her head and kissed him. She grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him towards her, her lips finding his as a release of all the pent-up, confusing feelings neither of them could get a hold on. He startled at first, making a short, deep humming noise in his throat before he slid his hands around her waist, holding her like she was precious. And she was.

She tangled her arms around his neck and leaned her full weight on him, sending them crashing against the wall behind him. His back hit the concrete and he didn’t know if it was that that send his head spinning or the taste of her lips. She tasted like she smelled-the scent that invaded his dreams- vanilla donuts and lilac soap. She was sweet to the point of being dizzying. He lost his fingers in her hair and marveled at how soft the gold strands were in his grip. She was so strong in every aspect of her life, yet her body was so soft….How? She pulled back when she felt the little bits of concrete fall onto their shoulders. She looked at his face, nervous of his reaction, even after he admitted his feelings not hours before. But what she saw made her laugh giddily. The man was….there is no better word than flustered. His face was shocked, but there was a small smile there, like he had just woke from a dream. If she ever doubted he was head over heels for her…

But then his eyes locked onto hers and his gaze became a flame, burning through her, “Kara…”

She looked up at him and nodded, “Yeah?”

He smirked at her wickedly, “Tell me to stop right now or the wall will not be the only thing we destroy tonight…”

Her nerves were set ablaze. She would usually laugh at that kind of come on, but combined with the desire in his eyes and the gruffness of his voice… she may have felt her knees wobble. He was holding himself back. Because he wanted to make sure she was okay with this. And that might have been the hottest thing he’d ever done.

She swallowed the tightness in her throat, still a little nervous, “No, I-I’m not gonna say that.”

His answering smile was bright and genuine and possibly the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. He squeezed his arms wrapped around her, almost like a hug. He brushed back a lock of hair from her face that had fallen out from behind her ear, “Kara…don’t be nervous. I would never hurt you. I’ve messed up before and probably will again, but hurting you....that’s not something I’d ever think was okay.”

“It’s not that. I just…” she looked down for a second shyly, “I’ve never done this before.”

He laughed gently, “I know.”

“You know?? How do you know? You don’t know,” she babbled, blushing crimson.

He lifts one eyebrow, “Contrary to popular DEO opinion, I’m sure, I am not an idiot. You were a child when you left Krypton so you obviously did nothing there. Once you got here, you had super strength you couldn’t control. Just learning to keep a hold on that myself, I understand how hard it is to control how much force you put behind your grip. I certainly didn’t think someone as compassionate as you would be ok with breaking your partner in that area…” She giggled, actually giggled, and nodded, “No one thinks you’re dumb, Mon-El…”

“Eh…beg to differ. But Kara….?”

“Yes?”

He smirked lustfully at her and started laying sweet, nipping kisses from just below her ear to her breastbone, “You can’t break me…”

She inhaled sharply at the first touch of his lips on her neck; it was like everywhere he touched, her blood heated up and she wanted to jump out of her own skin. Her heart hammered as he bit her earlobe gently, playing with her until she was ready to make a move of her own.

Quite unlike herself, she started to feel at ease with the foreign situation, a large grin starting to grow on her face, “Oh, I don’t know…I’m pretty strong.”

To back up her words, she grabbed the neck of his shirt and yanked him off the wall only to slam him back into it even harder. Dust fell from the ceiling at the impact and his eyes eyebrows shot up, pupils blown wide, “Woah…”

She laughed at him and gripped him in another searing kiss that he had no hope or power to resist. His hands were quick to work, throwing off her lose sweater and sliding up under the back of her shirt. God, the feel of her was addicting. He could spend hours mapping the curve of her back and the way it arched into him when he traced her spine. Hmm, the feeling of her breasts smashed against his chest wasn’t bad either. It was all doing things for him.

He was so caught up with her tongue licking his bottom lip that he didn’t even notice the feeling of his blood running south, hardening his cock. But Kara did. She was not used to feeling that against her.

She gasped and pulled back, smiling coyly at him, “Really? Just from kissing?”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at her, “I’ve felt this way for a while, Kara….bottled up emotions and all that.”

“In that case…let me help you out a little,” she grinned teasingly as she hooked her finger in the top of his undershirt, just one finger. She pulled it down with her inhuman strength and ripped it right down the middle like tissue paper.

He laughed in surprise at that, “You know, you’ve got a lot of tricks for a virgin, Kara Zor-El,” he kissed her sweetly on the lips and muttered, “But I’m not a virgin. I’ve got more.”

He pushed his hips into hers with one smooth thrust and he watched her face, feeling these things for the first time.

Her eyes went wide, almost startled, at the reaction it got out of her body. Her core was tingling and she suddenly wanted to be wrapped around him like a monkey. She shook that image out of her head and promptly jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. He stumbled slightly and caught her, flipping them around so she was the one with her back against the wall. He could tell the time for teasing was over, at least with words.

He dove back in, kissing her soft lips, drinking sweetness from her. His little shining light in the dark. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingertips into the flesh at the small of her back, needing her closer as he forgot himself.

Soon she was catching on, tugging at his hair and running her lips down his neck this time, sucking the skin into her mouth. Making out she had done before. But no man had ever responded to her like this before. His head dropped back as she bit and licked at the pale skin just above his shoulder. He moaned and his hips pushed up against her again, pinning her to the wall. She didn’t think he was aware he was doing it this time. He seemed dazed. She tightened her legs around his waist and started grinding back against him. The moment she did, he grunted from deep in his throat and opened his eyes.

“Kara,” he laughed, sounding more like a growl with the timbre of his voice, “You don’t understand what you’re doing to me.”

That was good then, she was taking mental notes for later, “Then show me.” With any other woman, it would sound overly flirty like a blatant tease, but with her, he could tell she was just being honest. She didn’t quite know what to do. She wanted him to show her what he wanted.

All he wanted was her. So he decided to show her that. The first thing he wanted was her skin on his. With that in mind, he tugged at her shirt, possibly a little too hard, ripping it apart and sending the buttons flying.

Her mouth dropped open at that, “That was a work shirt. Is that payback?” she laughed.

“No, uh…” he blushed, “That was an accident.” Yes, he had had sex before, but never with superpowers. This should be interesting.

He flashed her a brilliant, cocky smile and watching him with that mega watt grin and his chest straining with the effort of keeping her in his arms…Kara’s nerves disappeared. It was like that smile was a magic trick. And the look he was giving her was contagious. It was like that, the one and only time she’d been drunk, when he was laughing with her. Carefree. And she couldn’t help but just smile back at him, weightless. Floaty. And now she knew it wasn’t because of drinks. “God, you’re so beautiful…” he sighed against her neck, trailing kisses down between her bra, tugging the soft cotton cups of the undergarment with his teeth, feeling a little wild. He pulled her close against him with all of his strength, nipping at her cleavage expertly. She groaned, feeling the force of his hands was strange. It wasn’t oppressive at all because she knew he would stop if asked. But it felt…real. She exhaled out a sound

of pleasure that she had never heard herself make and suddenly the spot on the wall behind him that she’d been staring at was scorched, a singed hole in the concrete….Oh. She wanted to hit herself for her loss of control, but she quickly got distracted. Mon-El hadn’t even realized what she’d done. He was continuing his ministrations, reaching around her to unhook her bra. He pulled back just enough to get a look at her.

And when he did, breathless and grinning, she could feel him twitch in his jeans against her stomach, “Stunning.” She was like a dream, what he had imagined angels looked like. He slid his hands up from her waist without even thinking, cupping her breasts in his hands. He watched her expression as he squeezed, flicking one nipple with his finger.

She jerked in his arms, her hands digging into his shoulders as she huffed out a breath, “Mon-El…”

That expression on her face was going to become his favorite pretty soon-flushed and pleased. She was squirming in his arms as he dropped his head down to suck a rosy nipple into his mouth. She whined at the feeling, kissing over his shoulders as she clung to him, “I…I didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know what?” he muttered as he walked them across the room, talking in between kissing her lips.

“That this felt so good. I wouldn’t have waited if I’d known,” she panted. Though the words were innocent, they turned him on immensely. Having the honor to show this whole new world to her was exciting him. He restrained a growl and sped forward, another dent in another wall. He slid her hands up above her head so that she couldn’t use her sneaky touch to distract him from his mission. He wanted her to beg. It had been way too long since he’d had a woman in his arms. And he’d never held one he cared for this much.

She bit her lip in anxious anticipation, “Mon, what are you-“

Before she could finish her question, he was back to her breasts. He kissed between the valley of them, giving the neglected nipple a soft tug with his teeth before he continued his path down her body. His lips worshipped her stomach, the skin there like vanilla velvet under his tongue. He swirled his tongue in her belly button for a brief moment. When she giggled at the sensation, he smiled to himself, memorizing her ticklish spots for later. He nipped at her hip bone, dropping to his knees now, like a man at the alter.

She let out her first real moan of the night, the sound almost getting caught in her throat. She blushed, trying to stop the heat from invading her face. She shouldn’t be embarrassed by the sound, but this was all so weird to her. Wonderful, but not usually a part of her day to day life. His lips on her skin felt like…oh she didn’t even know! But it was as if wherever his mouth went, all the nerves in her skin centered in that one place and lit up, “You’re good at this…” “Well, I have done this before.”

His actions made something in her lower stomach tighten. It was heated pressure…down there. It made her want to move, need to move. She envisioned tackling him to the ground for a brief second before his fingers slid under the waistband of her panties. He teasingly slid his finger just under the panties, spanning the skin across her hips. Her hips, in response, flexed and pushed up against his hand without her permission. Her eyes widened and she briefly considered the very silly possibility that Daxamites were some kind of wizards. He chuckled against her skin, his hot breath ghosting over her like torture. She dropped her head back against the wall in frustration and groaned.

“Relax, Kara. I’ve got you.”

The words were reassuring when she needed it. Without a warning-because he knew it would scare her- he slid his fingers downwards, pulling off her underwear. As he explored, his fingers found the nub right at the top of the juncture between her thighs. He pressed down lightly, testing how reactive her body was.

“Fuck!” her voice went higher, breathless as she cursed reflexively and thrust against his touch. A thrill shot up through her body from her center, little streams of white hot sensations racing through her veins. Very sensitive, apparently. He squeezed her hip, prompting her to lift her head off of the wall and looked at him, “Watch me, Kara. I want to see your eyes light up.”

She nodded, trying to focus on his face and sort out one feeling from another as he began to play her body like a piano. He continued testing her, sliding his fingers in between her lips. He had to stop for a second and collect himself when he felt how wet she was already, making him throb in his jeans.

“Oh…” she was almost mewling, small erotic sounds tumbling from her throat as her body felt something new. When he slipped a finger inside her, just wanting to feel her, she slid her hands in his hair and gripped it hard, “Mon-El…”

He looked up at her, stroking her hip with one hand, “Yes?”

“That-I…I” he could feel her clenching around his finger, scared of not being in control of her body.

“Shhh,” he kissed her hipbone affectionately, “I know. but it’s ok. You’ll like it. Trust me.”

And-she realized quite suddenly-she did. She did trust him now. The only reason she hadn’t before was because he didn’t listen. But the reason he didn’t listen was ironically now why she felt so safe. She understood he put her before everything.

She nodded and took in a deep breath, relaxing her body as he slid another finger in, while rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, “Oh…ooookay,” she smiled as she relaxed, leaning back against the wall as an onslaught of hormones hit her, “That’s good…that’s really good. Mon,” she moaned.

He watched her, somehow finding her adorable and sexy all at once. He focused on her pleasure and ignored his body screaming at him to take her against the wall. Later. For now, he decided to distract himself from the heavenly sound of her moaning his name by finally tasting her. He may have never acted on it before now, but he had dreamed of this. Oh, had he dreamed of this. He amped it up a notch, dropping his mouth to her core and licking a straight line up to her clit, focusing there. He flicked his tongue over the little bundle of nerves over and over again.

She screamed, “Oh my God! Mon-El!” her hands tried to grip onto something, anything. One hand went to the wall beside her and punched it, rubble falling to the ground in the wake of her passion. The other hand squeezed his shoulder so hard, he knew he would have a hand shaped bruise there tomorrow. He knows he’ll get hard everytime he sees that bruise for the next couple of days. He pumped his fingers faster inside of her, curling them on the up-stroke, searching for something. He wanted her to know what the BEST could feel like. He wanted to give her everything he could. He sucked her clit into his mouth while his free hand slid up to rest on her ass. Oh, how gorgeous that was too. Damn her.

She cried out above him and thrust wildly into his movements, “Un-there! Right there oh god yes!”

Her voice was like music and he closed his eyes to listen. He could tell she was close, her walls starting to flutter around his fingers.

He smirked against her as he got an idea. Without warning, he started moving his fingers as fast as he could, in and out, in and out at inhuman speeds. It was a little rough, but not enough to hurt her.

“Oh my god, oh my god, yes, that feels so good, Mon-El, keep going, please, I’m gonna-MMM!”

And beautifully, she exploded. Her nerves went off in a million directions as she moaned at the top of her lungs, not even words, but unintelligible sounds of ecstasy. Of course, she had tried to do this to herself before, but…she was not as practiced as him. She never would’ve been able to imagine what this felt like before. It was indescribable and overwhelming and Jesus she was drowning and she just never wanted it to stop.

“Oh Rao!” she cursed as she slumped back against the wall, sighing. She opened her eyes and started to collect herself as he rose back to his full height in front of her.

“I take it, you’re not scared of losing control anymore?”

He was smirking at her boyishly and there was a fine sheen of sweat over his chest that made the crappy fluorescent lights shine slightly on his skin. She wasn’t sure if it was the orgasm she just had or if she was just finally being honest with herself, but god damn, was the man gorgeous.

She shook her head rapidly at him and slid her hands down his chest, quickly trying to undo the button on his pants and pull his zipper down as fast as she could.

He moaned as her fingers brushed his erection, but took her hand, “Woah, that’s a little fast. You ok?”

She grinned like an idiot and shot her eyebrows up, “Seriously? I’m beyond ok! Just…ugh, take these off.”

Right after the joint effort to remove his pants, she did what she had been wanting to do for the last 30 minutes and tackled him to the ground. He fell to the floor with a rough thud and a naked blonde straddling him.

“Ok, I’m alright with this,” he chuckled as if he was weighing his options. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her with every emotion she had ever made him feel. She laid her hands on his chest tenderly, pushing a curl behind her ear as she smiled at him, pulling back.

“I didn’t really have a plan after tackling you…” she admitted, still a little shy somehow.

“You never have to apologize for jumping on me, Kara,” he looks over her with hunger in his eyes, “But uh…” he moaned, shifting his hips, “You’re right on top of where I need you most and I’m kinda dying here. If you don’t decide on a next move soon, I’m gonna flip us over and fuck you into the floor.” She startled at that; she had never heard him curse this much before tonight. She didn’t expect to be that kind of woman that enjoyed dirty talk, but….despite her recent release, those words combined with the look on his face had her tingling everywhere once again. She was ready for more. Actually, she thinks she was just…ready.

A crooked smile lifted her lips as she leaned down into his face teasingly and whispered, “Then do it.” A challenge he was willing to take.

He growled and flipped them over before a second ticked by on the clock. He kissed her passionately, licking the inside of her cheek and nipping her tongue, “Are you sure about this?”

She rolled her eyes at him and this time, he didn’t mind, “Mon, El…I am ready for this. Trust me.” She echoed his comforting words from earlier and she saw relief flood through his eyes.

“Good.” And without another word, she felt him lining up the tip of his cock to her opening. She watched him nervously as he slid himself up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness to make the entry a little easier for her. The muscles in his neck flexed as he restrained himself from entering. He had to make this good for them both. Just the touch of her flesh against him had goosebumps shivering across his back and his shaft aching to be inside her. He looked up at her face, still obsessed with watching her reactions, as he slowly thrust into her, inch by inch until he was fully seated. He was a little surprised she could actually take him all. She was a virgin, after all.

Her mouth dropped open, her kiss-stained lips making a beautiful pout as she squeezed her eyes shut, back arching off the ground. Her breasts pushed up against his chests, nipples hard and brushing against his. She fit so perfectly into him. Or him into her. He couldn’t tell anymore. She was keening, a low humming sound. he couldn’t tell what the sound meant though.

“Kara,” he stroked her cheek to make her open her eyes, “Does it hurt? Are you ok?”

The moment he thrust into her, she had gone to another world. She never understood the phrase seeing stars until now. The intrusion did feel sort of odd; he was stretching her as much as she could stand and pulsing against her. Her mind was on overdrive, trying to process the feeling of being so full and whole. God, it felt good. Her face was burning, her skin was on fire and the molten coil in her stomach was growing tighter again. So much heat everywhere.

She laughed lightly, like a tinkling of bells in his ear, and nodded, “Oh…yes! Yes, I’m good, Mon.” she wiggled her hips experimentally, delighting in the feeling of him swelling even more inside her at the movement. She tightened her walls down on him and dropped her head back against the floor, reveling at how good he felt inside of her-solid and so warm and…perfect. She sighed.

He choked on his own groan and glared down at her, the feeling of her wet heat enveloping him so tightly almost making him lose his mind, “That was evil.”

He took her words to mean that he was free to move as he liked. He braced his hands on either side of her hand and thrust up into her as hard as he could, pulling out slowly to torture her, before pushing back in forcefully.

“Uh,” she grunted, clawing at his shoulders, “Mon…El…please,” she looked up at him, pleading for him to give her what she wanted, “Just…faster!”

Somehow, she knew that would feel even better. An instinct was telling her what she needed from him. She didn’t know how that worked and she didn’t care. “Kara,” he groaned gruffly into her, “That’s just what I was thinking.”

He started pushing into her body faster and faster, harder than any human man could. Not that she minded, he lifted his hips at the end of every thrust into her, hitting that spot that fried her brain and scrambled coherent thought.

His deep, contented moan of “Fuck, yes!” was met with her light “Oh, that’s amazing,” as they both struggled for breath.

She lost her shyness and her desires took over as she slid her hands around to his ass, squeezing hard and pulling him even faster into her body.

He lost his mind as barreled into her without end. He could hardly breathe. His thoughts were a jumble of her name and the beautiful look on her face right now and the smell coming up off her skin while their bodies slid against each other, sweaty and overheated.

“Mon, I need you right…” he anticipated what she wanted and angled a particularly strong thrust straight against her favorite spot, “THERE!” she laughed through a ragged moan, “Oh! So much…,” she rested her face against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

He growled a reply as he stroked her hair, “You’re so tight…” he felt her heat seeping into his skin, “I almost can’t take it.”

She got a sudden idea, wanting to take control. She flipped them back over, making her the one that could control the pace. She sunk down onto him again, feeling him deeper in this position. Her toes curled as her head fell forward, “Shit, I can feel you…so deep,” she whined, not caring what she sounded like. “Ungh!” he grunted, pumping his hips up into her, searching for any kind of friction to relieve the ache in his balls, “Please, Kara, move.”

She blinked, quickly deciding her best course of action was to lift herself up and down over him. She understood the cowgirl metaphor of riding a man now. And she had to say, it might become a favorite of hers. Having stronger powers than him, she was able to thrust over him so quickly, their bodies almost would’ve looked like a blur to anyone watching.

“Oh, lord above!” he shouted at the ceiling, holding onto her hips for an anchor, “Damn it, you feel good!”

Seeing him so blatantly enjoy himself sent a fresh wave of lust washing over her, making her even slicker against him. She circled her hips at the end of a thrust, curious to see what it would feel like and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she released a breathy scream, “Shit!”

He chuckled and counter thrusted back up against her, “Do it again, but slower,” he instructed, slowly learning what she liked.

She took a second just to breathe, feeling her head spin, before she listened quietly. She sat herself fully down on him and rotated her hips slowly in a circle. Right as she did, he ground his hips upward against her most sensitive spot. She screamed out an “Oh!” in complete satisfaction, teetering closer to the edge. The knot in her abdomen was beginning to tingle so intensely, it almost hurt, “Mon El,” her voice broke as she tried to communicate just how much she was feeling to him, “It’s gonna happen a-again…I need-“

He sat up slightly and slid his arms around her back, pulling his knees up for her to lean against, “I know what you need, beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, caressing her back. The new position had her sitting in his lap. He kissed her deeply as he slid slowly and smoothly in and out of her, drawing out every last bit of the pleasure. She sobbed against his shoulder at the feeling of his cock dragging against her overly sensitive walls, “Oh, please.”

She could almost feel the hot prick of tears in the corners of her eyes, the intensity running her nerve endings raw.

He was not much better, having long since lost the ability to form entire words. He kissed her cheek right before he thrust back up into her one last time, as hard as he could, “Ungh!” he breathed out the primal sound, the throbbing in his shaft releasing all at once. His brain short-circuited and all he ever wanted was this feeling and her in his arms forever.

He could feel Kara’s nails scratching down his back and she let go once again, crying out like a siren, “Ah!” her hair was gold under the lights, a halo around her as her spine formed a lovely curve. She came undone with sweat glistening on her top lip, part of her curls matted to the side of her face, the ghost of a smile on her red lips. Now THAT was a comet-striking, a flame shooting across the sky, lovely and strong at the same time, shooting soft light down on everything around it. He could watch her shoot across the sky for the rest of his life. As she came down from her high, she looked around them at the sleeping quarters of the DEO. There were several mysterious dents and hand sized holes in the walls, rubble lined the floor. One of the lights overhead was flickering on and off as dust fell from the ceiling tiles, “Oh no!”

The furrow of his eyebrows at that moment could’ve rivaled The Crinkle, “That’s really not what a guy wants to here with a woman on his lap.”

She slapped his shoulder playfully and gestured to the room, “Look around you, hot shot.”

And he did; he surveyed the room much like she had seconds before. Except, his reaction wasn’t worry so much as hysterics.

He bust out laughing, “Oh ho ho! Oh my GOD! J’onn is going to kill us!” Her face went stark white out of nowhere, “Mon-El…that’s the least of our worries.”

“What?” he pouted in confusion until she pointed at a camera in the corner of the room, “The cameras in private dorms turn off at night.”

She shook her head, feeling sick, “Alex overrode that order last week once she heard that white Martians might be attacking soon. All cameras are to remain on at all times….”

“So….are you destroying the security tape or am I?”

A/n: Phew! That was long! But it’s finally done! So excited. Anyway, i kind of want to write a morning after drabble to this, showing Alex’s reaction to the tapes and J’onn’s reaction to the destruction of property. But I am too tired at the moment. If you guys have any suggestions for prompts, lines you want included or whatever, then as always, just let me know!

#karamel #smut #fic #drabbles #sexy times #supergirl #kara zor el #kara danvers #mon el #enjoy

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