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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 4
The weekends are nice.
Diana is away doing her little trips and conferences, so you’re left to entertain yourself this time around. That’s why when Clark invited you over to have lunch with his family you were glad to go.
Mostly for Mrs. Kent’s great cooking.
The second you step in you get a whiff of her pie and you can feel your mouth watering. You knock on the door and Clark opens it, smiling at the eager look in your eyes.
“Mom made the pie just for you. It looks like you’re ready to dig in.”
You nod, stepping inside and Martha smiles at you.
“Make yourself at home sweetheart. Clark, would you go call your father, he’s out by the windmill.”
“Is it still broken?”
Martha nods.
“He’s been trying to fix it all week. I told him he should hire some help but you know your father.”
He’s always been a bit stubborn. Clark knows he’ll have to grow and drag him away from it. He means to head over, but he catches the look you wear.
You’re just staring at him expectantly.
“Do..do you want to come?”
You nod, and Martha hides a smile when she catches the interaction.
Clark leads you out to the farm and you follow, taking in the expense of grass and animals.
“I suppose it’s easy to mask super strength when you work in an area that requires so much manual labor.”
Clark smiles at the observation.
“It is.”
You continue down your path and as you get closer to the field, you can make out Mr. Kent’s form. He’s on a scaffolding pretty high up. There’s a bunch of tools next to his feet and you can hear him physically fighting with the metal structure.
“Damn thing..”
He’s grumbling loudly and Clark smiles.
“Dad, lunch is ready!!”
“I’ll be there in a bit, Clark.”
From Clark’s expression he expected the response.
“Come on, maybe mom can get him to come down.”
Clark turns away and you mean to follow, but your eyes are fixated on the shaky structure. It makes you a little weary. Jonathan has a tool in his hand and he’s pulling at some part inside the open part of the metal. He makes a particular tug that disrupts his balance. The yell alerts Clark and when he begins falling backwards, you jump to try and catch him.
At least you attempt to.
Your body pivots in the air and you do catch him.
Clark’s steps stop right under the both of you when he realizes.
You fully expected your body to drop with gravity. He weighs practically nothing. However, you’re all in awe, because you’re just hovering in place.
“(Y/N)...”
Your hands are secured around Jonathan’s back and slowly you can feel yourself lowering to the ground. Both your feet touch the ground and you release, still a bit astonished.
Jonathan is clearly speechless. You take a step back, looking down at your legs as if they’ll answer the mystery of what the hell just happened.
“I can fly..”
Your knowledge of the amazons might not be as extensive as the others who have lived hundreds years before you, but you know for a fact that the only one who has powers such as this is Diana.
You swallow.
“I…I have to go..”
You looked confused, angry…lost.
Clark isn’t even offered a chance to say much because your expression hardens as you shoot off into the sky.
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“Ms. Prince, you have a visitor.”
The attendant gestured towards the entrance and Diana was a bit surprised to see you there in Central City. When she asked you to join earlier that day you seemed content with just staying at home. Now there’s a level of urgency on your face as you stand at the entrance. Diana nodded, excusing herself from the conversation. She paced over to you, a bit worried by your expression.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”
She guided you away from the crowd to a more secluded area right outside the atrium.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Diana was clearly confused.
“Tell you what?”
You appeared to be searching for the words.
Right ones.
“That we are the same.”
Learning that you could literally fly, it seemed to be the only explanation.
You can see the regret on her face, and now it makes sense. You weren’t crazy. There’s a possibility that you are the offspring of a god. That Diana might be your actual family. All those years after your mother passed you thought that you were alone.
Misunderstood.
Now it appears there was an explanation for everything.
“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. You were in pain when your mother died. I wanted to protect you.”
You should be furious.
This seems like a very big detail to omit about your life.
Yet, you can’t truly be mad. She could have easily left you there. After hearing about the truth of her origins, you finally understand how she felt when she herself found out she was a demigod.
“I suppose this explains my short temper. I must be the offspring of hades.”
A little smile breaks out on Diana’s face, and she steps over, pulling you into a hug.
“Our fathers are not our legacy. You are your own person. I have faith in you.”
You relax in the embrace.
“Thank you, Diana.”
If nothing else, you’re grateful.
~Clark’s Loft~
“That’s how the conversation went.”
Sitting on the couch, you're filling Clark in.
“I can’t imagine what that’s like.”
It seems you learn more about yourself everyday.
“Thank you Clark.”
It’s nice to have someone to confide in. You both might be different, but you share a lot of similarities.
“For what?”
If anything he should be thanking you.
“For being a good friend. I know that I’m not the most open, or expressive. I’m not the best when it comes to people, but it’s easier with you. I guess in a lot of ways I’m glad you turned out to be a kryptonian. I’m grateful to have another person I can confide in. ”
He means to say that it’s nothing. He enjoys your company. Your time.
Your presence.
The words don’t get out, because you’re wearing a soft expression.
Any words he intends to form falls off. Your expression begins to drop when you realize how intensely Clark is staring. You find yourself swallowing, and when he starts leaning in, you seem to follow the action. You both meet in the middle and a soft sigh escapes when his lips press to your own. Clark reaches over and places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.
It’s that particular move that has you pulling back hurriedly. You stumble to your feet, covering your lips.
“I-I’m sorry!”
Clark moves back, shaking his head frantically.
“N-No it was my fault. I’m sorry.”
You’re both at a distance now, and you look down at your lap.
You have no idea where that came from.
Moving to the open window, you just jump out.
Clark stares as you disappear into the sky.
He wonders if that’s something he’s going to have to worry about.
You seem to be constantly flying away from him.
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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot: Extra
“There’s three guys in there!”
Hodgins sounds a bit panicked. When Booth brought the two of you to the most recent crime scene, you hadn’t actually expected assassins to show up. You’re all hiding in the bathroom.
“Booth, did you see any guns?”
He shakes his head.
You nod, reaching for the knob.
“See you on the other side.”
When you dart out the door, Hodgins looks at you as if you’ve grown another head.
“What is she doing!!” Hodgins asks quietly.
He doesn’t get an answer. Booth shakes his head when he hears the many grunts and punches. There’s a distinct sound of a table breaking. It finally quiets down.
“We’re clear.” You call.
Booth holsters his gun, pushing the door open. Hodgins follows behind, still a bit hesitant. When they break the corner, all three bodies are on the ground. One of them has his head stuck through the broken glass table. The others are groaning on the floor.
“That last one put up a fight.” You state as you rotate your arm.
“Are you freaking Wonder Woman!?”
With a shrug, you bend down, reaching into their pockets. There’s no surprise that they lack identification.
“You should probably call this in, we’ll need to question them.”
Booth just walks away with a grumble as he pulls out his phone.
“I could have helped.” He mutters dejectedly.
You smile, and Hodgins is still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.
By the time you all make it back to the lab Hodgins is telling some crazy story about what went down. You all have the three men in custody as the bureau continues to work at their identities.
“I swear it was like a freaking movie. She took out all three of them.” Hodgins exclaims. Angela laughs.
“You shouldn’t mess with women, am I right?”
Brennan nods in approval.
Camile chuckles.
“I guess we all have our specialties. You’re going to have to show me some moves sometime. Given how often we tend to get breached, it might come in handy.”
She’s not exactly wrong.
Your eyes stray for a second when you see the suit. You assume it’s Booth, but when you spot the face of a certain psychologist, your once confident stance changes.
“What’s the occasion?”
He jokes when he spots the small group. His eyes take a moment, but the second he sees you, his gait slightly changes.
Your silence to his question catches the attention of everyone present. Angela and Hodgins exchange a look. Camille smiles. Brennan is the only one who looks a bit unclear of what’s happening.
“I just remembered that we have to go do something. Don’t we?” Angela questions. They all nod, but Brennan still looks lost.
“What thing?” Brennan asks.
“Oh sweetie, just follow me.” Angela takes her arm, leading her away and the rest of the following suit.
Now it’s just the two of you. Your pointed glare follows your friends who have undoubtedly betrayed you.
It’s impossible to make this any less awkward.
“I should get going. Booth probably needs a hand interrogating those guys.” You finally work out.
“O-Of course, they aren’t going to interrogate themselves, am I right?” His laughter is obviously to cover up the uncomfortable atmosphere. You just give a stiff nod, turning with the intention of walking away as fast as you possibly can.
“(Y/N), wait.”
He reaches over, taking your wrist softly to stop you. The action makes you pause. You’re overly conscious of the warmth from his hand. You look up and he guides you to the side, out of the main view of others. Once he does, he seems to realize that he’s still holding you. He releases almost immediately.
“I feel like we should address this matter. The longer we prolong it the worse it’s going to get. It doesn’t exactly make for an efficiently functioning work environment.”
He’s right. But what exactly does he want you to say?
Maybe you should just pretend.
“I don’t really see a problem.”
He looks a bit confused, then he smiles.
“I see what you’re doing. By avoiding the problem you think that you could rationalize that there’s nothing between us.”
“There is nothing between us.” You reason.
“Really?”
“Really.” You confirm.
Sweets takes a step forward, and you find yourself backing up. You stumble against the wall, and his eyes search yours.
“I’ll admit that given my profession I should have seen it sooner. If you’d like to pretend that you don’t feel a thing then I can’t force you to admit it. I just want you to know that I do have feelings for you. As unprofessional as it is, I have to be honest about how I feel. “
You gulp, it’s easier to deny it when you assume these feelings are one sided. But what are you supposed to do now that he has admitted that. Sweets takes another step,and you press your hand to his shoulder, lips quiver.
“W-Wait..”
You need to be the voice of reason. If he gets any closer that won’t happen.
“We..” You take a breath to calm yourself down.
“We work together. Y-You can’t..w-we can’t…”
“That statement implies that you feel the same way.” He adds.
“I-I don’t.”
“Then you should probably push me away. You easily took down three guys, subduing me should be simple.”
So he did hear.
That’s a bit infuriating.
Why was he testing you right now?
“Damn psychologists.”
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Push me away (Y/N).”
He whispers.
You bite your lip, gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down for a kiss. He’s obviously caught a bit off guard, but he reciprocates, sliding one hand against the wall as he draws you closer.
You should not be doing this. There’s so many reasons why this is a bad idea, but you’ve been dreaming about his lips for too long to stop now. Your hand moves from his collar, sliding over his chest. A soft sound escapes your lips at the feel of him, and his mouth opens as his tongue slips past your lips. You welcome it, meeting him halfway. He’s the one that moans this time and you’re almost positive you’ve never heard something more beautiful.
“Sweets?”
Booth’s voice pulls you out of your daze and you push Sweets back. He staggers, and you stare, clearly shocked. Booth pretty much gapes, and you press a hand to your lips.
“I-I have to go.” You say hurriedly as you rush past Booth.
That’s apparently your trademark now.
Running away.
“H-Hey wait sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
His words fall on deaf ears. Booth turns back to Sweets who is licking his lips, clearly still a bit thrown by the kiss.
“Really, (Y/N)? You know she can snap you like a twig right?” Booth’s words aren’t fully acknowledged.
“I have to go.”
Sweets is clearly distracted. He just walks away.
“Come on!!”
The rest of the day you try your best to limit your interactions with Sweets. You’re at least a bit grateful for Booth’s discretion. He hasn’t spread your little incident to a certain group of nosy scientists. Not that they are ignorant to what’s going on.
“So, are you going to avoid him forever?”
Booth had swung by your office, no doubt to torment you.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come on, I was there. I saw you shoving your tongue down the guy’s throat.”
You blush, sending him the most venomous look. Booth lifts his hands.
“Hey, I’m just saying what I saw.”
You hate that he’s right. Even more that you haven’t been able to think about much but that kiss. How good it felt. Not just to touch him, but to have those feelings reciprocated. The both of you have been working together for a few months, almost a year. In all that time you can’t believe you never noticed. Maybe you just didn’t want to. Somehow pretending to be blind made it easier.
“Sweets might be a handful, but he’s a good guy. You should give him a chance.”
“Really, you’re giving me relationship advice.”
“I give good advice!” Booth defends.
“Mhmm.”
“Whatever, you could say what you want, but you must have it bad for him. Otherwise you would have floored him the second he even got within an inch of your space. Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. I guess this explains that little fight in the office last time. All that pent up frustration.”
“Do you want me to hit you?” Booth smiles.
“All I’m saying is that you should give it a shot. You never know what could happen.”
You hate it when he actually makes a reasonable point.
It’s irritating.
You intend to say just that, but there’s a knock on your door and someone enters. You both turn your focus.
“Hey.”
Sweets look a bit awkward, and unconsciously, you cross your legs under the desk. The heat of that kiss has returned.
Booth smirks.
“I’ll get out of the way of you two love birds.”
Booth moves to the door, giving Sweets a pat on the shoulder.
“Don’t mess it up, shrink.”
Nothing else is said. The door closes and you stand. You feel like you should make a run for it again.
“I’m sorry.”
His apology wasn’t where you saw the conversation going.
“I shouldn’t have made a move on you like that. It was unprofessional.” He runs a hand over the back of his head.
“I was the one who kissed you.”
He nods, a bashful smile on his face.
“You did, but I didn’t exactly stop it.”
You fidget.
“I’m glad you didn’t.” You finally admit.
He looks at you, and you can tell just from his expression that he’s picturing it. Kissing you, touching you. Your face must look quite the same.
Just looking at him seems to be too much. You clear your throat, breaking contact.
“Listen, I like my job. It’s the first time in years that I feel like I’m doing something good that doesn’t compromise my values.”
He knows you’re referring to your time in the navy.
Sweets nods.
“I understand. I’m sorry I put you in this position.”
You shake your head, and you will yourself to take a step closer. He meets your gaze when you’re directly in front of him.
“I’ll admit that everything about this, it terrifies me. But someone wise just told me that it’s better to take a chance. I’d like to give this a try, if that’s something you’re interested in. “
“I am!”
His immediate response isn’t what you expect. Sweets swallows, running a hand down his tie.
“I mean I’d like to see where this goes too.”
You smile.
“Whatever happens from here on out, I just need to know that it won’t affect our work. It’s not like I’m planning for this to implode in our faces. But we need to be realistic. This job needs to take precedence regardless of what happens in the future.”
“I agree. No matter what, we always get the job done.”
Sweets holds out his hand for you to shake. You can’t stop smiling at the gesture.
“I guess I know why you’re called Sweets.”
His brows furrow.
“Why do you think they-”
You step forward, grabbing his cheeks as you pull him in for a kiss. His eyebrows shoot up, hands automatically going around your waist. You grin against his lips and he spins around, pressing you against the door. The collision has you humming, and his expression softens and he slides both to your cheeks, trying to taste as much as he possibly can from your lips.
You have absolutely no complaints.
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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot
"Bones I'm serious, you have to at least know that it's possible."
"Logically it isn't Booth."
You've long gotten used to their bickering. You're not even going to ask what the topic is this time. When your supervisor recommended you for the job, you honestly thought it would be different. As weird and chaotic as they all were, you actually enjoyed your job. Not something you could say for the last few years of your life.
Booth understood what it was like, coming from the navy. Adjusting was difficult, but you made it. Your main job at this point though was to be a babysitter. With the amount of cases being processed through the Jeffersonian, the FBI just thought they would need an extra hand.
Another detective just to listen to these two argue like a married couple.
"Back me up (Y/N)."
"I would like to be excluded from your argument."
You say stepping through the doors of the institute. Bones sent you a little smile which you returned.
"I saw that! You two are ganging up on me!"
"That's not a statement you can prove."
Brennan said smoothly. You try your best to hide your laughter as he goes back to the case when you finally make it to Brennan's office.
To your surprise, a certain psychologist is seated there.
"Great, I caught you at the right time." He stands, and you take that as your cue to leave.
"I'm going to check in with Camile." You advise. You expect Sweets to start his little psychology assessment on those two, but he moves in your direction.
"Actually, you're the one I needed to see. I can walk with you."
Those were not the words you wanted to hear.
Sweets move to your side as you both walk through the hall.
"Did I do something that warrants an assessment?" You question.
"Oh, no, you're probably the most sane on this team aside from Camile and Angela." He assures with a laugh.
"So, is there a reason you're walking with me to the lab?"
"Well this is more of an unofficial visit. I was hoping we could get more acquainted. We're both the youngest of this group. I figured we could exchange notes."
"No offense, but I have a job to do." You've made it to the lab, reaching for the handle, you pull open the door.
"If that's all."
You just watch him and Sweets laughs nervously.
"You're right, sorry. Maybe another time when you're not working an active case. I'll be around."
The door slams in his face and he slides his hands in his pocket, walking away.
Once inside, you let out a sigh.
"Was that Sweets?"
Camile asks.
You nod, eyes moving to the corpse she has displayed on the table.
"So when are you going to tell him you have a crush on him?"
She questions while casually removing the organs from your most recent victim. The sight should have thrown you off way more than the question did.
"W-What are you talking about?"
Camile smiles.
"Come on, I'm not an idiot. Booth and Brennan might not be as perceptive, but I've picked up on it. Your short replies, those lingering glances. You like him. From the sound of his dejected tone, he might like you too if you'd stop shutting him down. "
You frown.
"I don't have a crush on Sweets."
"Whatever you say."
It's clear she doesn't believe you .
You sort of hoped if you said it enough times you might be able to convince yourself of it. You couldn't deny that he was cute. He'd also helped on a significant number of cases. It's been driving you crazy. You literally fought in a war. Dealing with these feelings should be a piece of cake. Yet anytime he's around you just feel at ease, possibly vulnerable.
Maybe that's why it's so hard to admit.
Vulnerability isn't something you can afford.
For the remainder of the day, you try to focus all your energy into the case.
It's a tougher one.
Mostly because your victim was an ex navy. A girl just a few years older than you. At first you didn't think much of it. But the deeper you get into the case, the more it feels like this person is a reflection of you.
The war had changed her. Led her down a shaky path.
Drugs, violence.
She was a soldier that fought for the country and was tossed away. It's a reminder of how easily that could have been you. When you came back, you were never the same. You know that they often said that. War changes people.
You changed.
Maybe if this woman had gotten the same guidance that you did, then she would still be alive.
Every lead you all received seemed to run to another dead end.
Your current suspect is out there enjoying life while you all fight to find anything to pin him to the murder that you know he committed, but can't easily prove. Your number one suspect is a politician. So far you all have a motive. But no evidence. The corrupted bastard had apparently assaulted a woman, and to save his image he blackmailed her. Your victim had evidence. She was just trying to do the right thing and now she was dead because of it.
"I checked it, he's not clean. I'm telling you this guy is involved."
"I know but we don't have proof, if we go over there without the necessary proof then he'll just deny it. We need more time"
You slammed your hand on the desk.
"We don't have time!"
Sweets stands.
"Maybe you're acting so emotional because you relate with her, the victim. You feel guilty because you see a reflection of what she's been through. You feel responsible even though there's nothing you could have done."
You glare at his words.
"Don't profile me."
He doesn't need a doctorate to spot the hostility. You drop the document on the desk, storming out of your office. Sweets turns, a subtle look of guilt on his face. Booth just gives Sweets a pat on his shoulder.
"Don't worry about her. She's dealing with it in her own way. I'll talk to her."
Booth follows you out the door.
You know it's stupid to get emotional. You end up in a hallway, just pacing back and forth. Booth smiles when he spots you.
"Keep going like that and you'll run a hole into the floor."
Your movement stops and when you look up, Booth sends an understanding look.
"I know you feel responsible, but Sweets is right. There's nothing you could have done. She may have had a hard run, but she didn't die in vain. We just need one solid trail of evidence and then we got him. That girl and our victim will have justice. We just need to be patient."
With a soft sigh, you nod, hands moving from your hips.
"I'm sorry for exploding like that."
"It's okay, I get it."
Booth more than anyone does.
The frantic footsteps of someone catches your attention. Hodgins is standing there with a big smile. Booth returns it.
"We got him?" Booth asks.
"We got him." Hodgins clarifies. You find yourself sharing the smile when Booth does a mini fist pump.
With the results Hodgins has found, you now have proof that your politician Ed Johnson was not only at the scene of the crime, but a piece of his unnecessarily expensive cufflink was more than enough to show that there was at least probable cause to search his residence.
When they showed up with the warrant, he didn't look pleased. Especially when you found the murder weapon, his golf club which would undoubtedly match the indent and fragments Hodgins pulled. You felt satisfied watching him get lead away in those cuffs.
"She was nobody!"
Ed spat at you.
You just smiled.
"She was a soldier. No one is going to forget her. Have fun where you're going. I bet the guys can't wait to get their hands on you."
You could see the dread on his face, and it just felt that much more satisfying. Booth and Brennan moved to your side after the exchange. Booth gave your shoulder a pat.
"See that, the squints always come through."
You offer Brennan a smile.
"Thank you."
She knows how much the case meant to you, so you know she'd been working vigorously. So did the rest of the team. She shares your smile as you all prepare to leave.
The trip back to your office is much better.
Another case solved, a monster apprehended. This is all you can truly hope for out of such cases.
It's nice to have that sense of resolve.
Speaking of resolve..
"Sweets."
You completely forgot about that.
The only thing is you haven't truly faced Sweets since that situation in Booth's office. You know you should apologize. He's just trying to help in any way he can. His little mind tricks are a bit irritating, but you know he can't turn it off. Asking him to stop would be the same as telling you to abandon your badge and gun.
You let out another sigh as you hang your coat on the rack in your office.
It feels nice to be back in the comfort of your own space after such a trying day. You drop the case file on your desk. Your intention is to finally relax, but the sound of your door opening can only mean that you probably have another case.
"Okay, now that the case is closed we need to talk."
Sweets is the last person you thought you'd see. Especially after all the effort you put in to avoid him.
"Why do you dislike me? I know seeing me for most people isn't exactly the best considering the circumstances. Given my job description it's understandable. But I'm a pretty likable guy."
You're not really ready to face him just yet.
"I don't have a problem with you Sweets, I just have a lot of paperwork. So if you could please."
You try to move to the door, maybe find an escape, but he blocks your way and you pause in place.
Because he's much closer now.
"No, we have a conflict and I'd like to figure this out. I'm assigned to your team, so we need to deal with this now. I've been watching you and it's clear that you have some very strong feelings about me. So either you hate my guts or you're madly in love with me."
He lets out a little laugh at that. Because he doesn't truly mean it. He just wants you both to get along.
You know he's just rambling. Somehow the statement has your cheeks warming. You finally truly look at him and his words have started to slow. He takes it all in, your silence, the way your eyes linger over him. He looks a bit dumbfounded for a moment. Then his eyes stray to your lips, and you lick them unconsciously.
Sweets swallowed.
"I..I do you.."
He's lost for words and you're embarrassed. You really hoped that if you just avoided him it would never be known. He spends most of his time with Booth and Bones, so you just hoped he'd be too distracted.
"I have to go."
You sidestep, rushing out the door. The second you're out, you feel like it's much easier to breathe.
"Damn it."
This is definitely going to be a problem.
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Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 8 - Final
Learning your feelings were mutual was the best thing. So you aren’t sure why you’re a few feet away from Lex and acting so weird.
It’s not abnormal for you to stop by the mansion. Yet this time you’re distracted. Lex is working casually right across from you.
Before it was easy, but now you know of his feelings. You can offer comfort.
Love.
He’s literally so close.
“Let’s make out.”
The words leave before you can stop them and Lex stops typing. For a second he’s surprised, but that quickly changes to a playful smile.
“Excuse me?”
You groan.
“You don’t get it. I had one boyfriend. One! High school romance was nice and all but this is different. It’s the first time I’ve been this crazy about a guy who isn’t all over me. You older guys sure have a lot of restraint. It’s actually a little irritating.”
Now that you’ve already embarrassed yourself there is no use keeping those thoughts to yourself. Lex is only a few years older, but he’s so mature that sometimes it feels like the gap is much bigger. Possibly another tough part of his upbringing.
Lex chuckles.
“I apologize for not groping you every chance I get. I’ll try to be better.”
You roll your eyes at his sarcasm.
Lex turns his chair, and you think he’s going to tease you again, but there’s a subtle change in his eyes.
“Come here.”
There’s a soft demand behind those words that send a little tingle up your spine. You nod shyly, as you move to his side. He pats his thigh, and you get the message. You slide into his lap, legs slightly straddling him. His hands lay comfortably on either of your thighs and he gives a soft squeeze.
“I didn’t realize I made you so horny.”
You blush and Lex smiles, pulling you in for a kiss before you can retaliate. The perfection of his kiss makes you forget all his snide remarks.
There’s a part of you that can’t imagine that you ever truly disliked this guy. Yes, there was a reason behind it. But it feels like he’s been slowly trying to redeem himself in his own way.
It’s times like this, when he holds you so lovingly that you remind yourself at the end of the day, he’s still a man.
Lex’s hands slide up your back and you whimper softly. This all feels so good. He pulls back for a moment to look at you. Enjoying the breathless expression on your face. The light dust of blush on your cheeks. You were so fiery when he first met you. Ready to put him in his place. The complete change of your views not just on him, but his actions, he can’t help but feel grateful. There were very few people left in Smallville willing to give him a second chance. Yet here you are, an actual empath.
He’s lucky, he knows that.
He also likes that he’s able to get such a soft and caring reaction.
Especially when it’s directed at him.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so distracted. I’ve got a meeting in Tokyo in two weeks and I just need everything to be perfect.”
You nod. It’s understandable. His work is important to him. Especially since he’s been trying to start a clean slate.
It’s then that it really clicks that he’ll be gone for a while.
You hold on a bit tighter.
“How..how long are you going to be away?”
The thought of him being away brings a sudden stream of loneliness, and Lex takes it all in. He always wanted this. Someone to miss him. To look at him and actually appreciate his presence. Not just his wealth or status. Right now, you see him and that’s all he could ever ask for.
“I’ll be gone for three weeks.”
He replies a bit sullenly. Because it goes both ways. How is he supposed to survive three weeks without seeing your smile or enjoying the sweet taste of your lips that he’s just had the pleasure of experiencing.
“Three weeks..”
You say it with a frown as if you repeat it enough, that simple fact will change. He means to assure you that it won’t be too bad. He’ll call often. The time zone might cause some difficulty, but he doesn’t mind being awake at crazy times if it meant he could just hear your voice every night.
You lean in, and when you leave a kiss right at the back of his ear, he swallows.
“Is there any way I can convince you to stay?”
You sound so innocent, but when he feels the gentle grind of your hip against his, your intentions are clear. His grip tightens, and this time you kiss his neck. Lex closes his eyes.
“Don’t go..”
He groans.
“I-I have to..”
He’s really battling right now, your careful movements against his body are making it hard to focus. Your fingers get busy, and when you start opening the collar of his shirt, he knows he’s in trouble. You just flick the first two buttons. Giving your better access to his neck. This time you bite down softly and he has to fight to keep in the moan.
You’re actually trying to leave a mark on him.
It looks like he’ll have to find a way to keep his resolve. Because if it were up to you, Lex wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Love might be much better than what he expected.
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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 3
It’s one of those slow evenings that Lex is entertaining a certain farm boy.
“You seem to be getting along with Ms. Prince much better. I haven’t heard you complain about her in a while.”
Lex had stopped by the Talon and ran into Clark. So now they're both seated at a table as Clark informs Lex of all his school activities.
“I think we’ve finally found common ground.” Clark informs.
Lex nods.
“So when do you plan to tell her about your crush?”
Clark sputters.
“Who said anything about a crush!”
Lex laughs.
“Because it’s obvious. Any woman that drives you that crazy, well there is usually a reason.”
Clark directs his eyes back at his textbook.
Lana walks over when she spots the pair.
“Lex, Clark.”
Lex lifts his head with a wave and Clark smiles.
“Hey Lana.”
“What can I get you two?”
“The usual.” Clark states, Lex says the same.
“I heard there was a fight here last time, is everything okay?” Lex inquires.
Lana nods.
“Some of the football players can get rowdy. One of them was harassing the waitresses but we actually found someone to help with the problem. I haven’t had an issue since.”
“So you got a body guard.” Lex concludes.
Lana simply laughs.
“Something like that. Oh, there she is now.”
Lana waves excitedly and the female walks over.
When they spot you, Clark looks a bit surprised.
“This is (Y/N).”
Lex’s smile widens.
“Oh, we’re well acquainted. "
You give a little nod.
“Hey Clark, Mr. Luthor.”
Your expression settles to the usual stoic state.
“You’ve all met?”
“Yes. Clark and I worked on a project together and Lex is doing an initiative with Diana.”
Now it all makes sense.
“So you’re freelancing as a security detail.” Lex asks.
“Obnoxious males irritate me.”
Clark just lets out an awkward laugh. You quirk a brow at his strange behavior.
“I have to get back to work. Enjoy your evening.”
You walk away and Lana wears a little smile.
“I can’t really read her. She’s a bit of a mystery. But she’s really sweet and she does a good job.” Lana comments.
Clark is a bit distracted. Seeing your serious face with that apron on is cute.
“Wouldn’t you agree? Clark?”
He blinks, tuning back in. Lex says nothing, just sends Clark a knowing look.
Clark is too much of an open book.
~~
The week seems to be awfully calm.
Your shifts at the Talon are quiet and you know it has to do with the newfound fear that you’ve instilled in the football players. They’ve been on their best behavior since you floored the linebacker who was causing a commotion on your first day there.
What you’ve noticed is that Clark and his friends have been coming in quite regularly. You sort of like the fact that you get to see him so often. Not all your classes crossover. So you only see him on certain days that you share periods together. Outside of school you’re either at the Talon or helping Diana in any way you can.
That evening as you’re getting off, you see Clark moving to the counter.
“Is your shift over?”
You nod.
“Yes, I just need to clock out with Lana. “
“I can give you a ride home.”
“Okay, give me a few minutes.”
So he does.
When he sees you again, you have your bag ready to go. Clark guides you to the door, opening it as you step out.
“My truck is a few blocks down.”
You nod, adjusting your strap as you both head down the street.
It’s nice to have someone around who you don’t need to have a filter around. Clark is also protective by nature as you’ve learned. That must be the reason he’s been hanging around so often.
“You don’t have to keep looking out for me Clark.”
His steps slow just a bit and you don’t miss the little expression that crosses his face. Like he’s been caught. It's sweet that he’s being so thoughtful. Given what you’re capable of, he really has no reason to worry.
“I’ve never said this but I think it’s very noble what you do. You protect your friends and others and take no credit. Diana told me you saved Mr. Luthor in that car accident.”
“Anyone would have done the same.”
You reach for his sleeve and he stops altogether at the tug.
“That’s not true. It seems your selfless nature is tied to your modesty. I suppose my mother was right. Kryptonians are a special kind.”
You offer a smile. Clark knows more than anything that it’s rare. He’s so used to your stoic expressions that when he sees the lighter ones it makes his heart race just a bit quicker.
“I'm glad that we were able to become friends, Clark.”
You were wrong about a lot of things, but you can’t help but feel a bit happy that you were truly wrong about how you viewed him.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 19
After the whole ordeal with your brother, you knew it would be a while before you could fall back into that rhythm.
So much has happened.
You’re still internalizing. Although you’ve managed to mend the bridge with Harry, you know that expecting that pain of losing Aaron won’t just vanish. You need time. There’s also the issue about his powers.
“I’m going to turn you into a god.”
Those words are a distant echo.
Your brother was probably insane, but you couldn’t deny that he had power. He seemed so sure when he spoke that you possessed the same. You want to chalk it up to delusions, but you haven’t felt the same since that night.
With a heavy sigh, you step through the door of Harry’s lab.
“This place seems to get bigger every time I come.” You mumble.
Harry smiles, tinkering with some device. He’s at his desk, helping some of the scientists with who knows what.
“I built Star Labs to manifest all my greatest ideas.”
His cube box lights up, and the intern grins excitedly.
“There you go. Remember to charge thoroughly.”
Y-Yes sir! Thank you!”
The younger man runs off with a brilliant smile and you roll your eyes.
“It’s weird the way they worship you. You’re such a nerd.”
Harry places his index finger on your forehead pushing you and you slap it away as you smack his shoulder. Caitlin walks into the cortex, clearly accustomed to your fighting. Some of the other scientists just watch the exchange with a laugh.
“He’s a bully!” You protest.
Caitlin smiles.
“Stop bullying your sister Harry.”
Harry lowers his hand almost obediently. You smirk.
“Yeah Harry, listen to Dr. Snow.”
You send a suggestive wink and Caitlin looks puzzled. Harry just sends you a death stare.
You reach to give his arm another playful hit, but the second your hand makes contact you feel your body jolt. You blink, and the structure of the room has changed remarkably. You turn in a panic.
“H-Harry!!”
A spark of lightning appears before you and you’re relieved.
It must be him.
The man that is standing before you however is definitely not your brother.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?”
The brunette male isn’t a face you recognize. You back up, clearly scared.
“I-I don’t…t-this doesn’t..”
You try to make a run for it. Spinning around, you run right into someone. You grab their arm, and with another panicked breath, your eyes adjust to the room.
“Keep hitting me and I’m going to retaliate.”
Harry’s blank tone pulls you back in. Your expression must be comedic.
“Did your brain finally have a short?” He snarks.
You mean to say something, anything. Pulling away from him, you look around, trying to ensure that you are indeed standing in Star Labs.
“(Y/N)?”
You look back at him. You’d like to tell him what just happened. Explain to him that you might be going crazy, but you still don’t know what this is. So causing him unnecessary panic won’t do any good. You exhale and work up the best smile that you can.
“You’re still a nerd.”
Harry rolls his eyes, turning back to his work, and you move to take a seat and gather your bearings.
It’ll be a long week.
~
“Mythology, mythology..”
You keep mumbling the words as you search for the section with fiction. Since you couldn’t truly explain what happened, you figured the next best thing would be to research. Mythology is what Aaron mentioned when he took you. There must be something. Anything that could give you just the slightest idea of what the hell you saw back at Star Labs.
Your fingers brush over the books.
“This is taking longer than I expected.”
You hate that you have to sneak out behind Harry’s back.
“Damn it where are you!!”
You probably shouldn’t be screaming in the middle of a library. You’re just expecting the librarian to rush over angrily, but it appears your little quirk has struck again. You feel like you’ve just fallen off a cliff.
Your shoulder hits the side of a desk and you hear gasps echo right as you tumble to the floor. You groan at the fall, and when you open your eyes. Some people are leaning over looking down at you.
“Jenkins, where did she come from?”
“If I knew that Mr. Jones, I wouldn’t be standing here just as confused.”
“She looks hungry, are you hungry?” The redhead asks.
“Guys, let her breathe.” The blond woman states.
You jump to your feet and they all back up.
“W-Where am I?”
The place is stacked with books all around.
“Why, you’re in the library of course. Cassandra, it’s nice to meet you.” The redhead holds out her hand, and you just stare.
“The library..w-what library?! What the hell is going on!!”
“Okay calm down. Maybe we can help? My name is Eve Baird. We’re just here to help I promise.”
You’re still weary, and the older man standing ahead of you narrows his eyes.
“You got into the library, that’s not common. What kind of god are you?”
“I’m not a god!!”
You yell defensively, slamming your hand on the desk.
That clearly wasn’t the best choice. You roll forward as the wood gives away from the weight, and you crash into something hard. When you gather your footing, you’re holding onto a bookshelf.
“Please leave.”
The angry older woman is actually a face you recognize.
“I-I’m back..”
Your eyes shift around to ensure that you are actually back in Smallville. You catch sight of a sign behind her head, and you sigh, running out of there.
“Whatever this is..I need to stop it.”
It needs to happen now.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 18
There was so much that needed to be discussed. The Sheriff had dropped you and Harry off first. Clark has moved to the door just to give you one last hug before he leaves.
Harry was watching him carefully.
“I suppose we’ll wait to discuss your abilities tomorrow Mr. Kent.”
You’re a bit shocked. But you shouldn’t have been surprised that Harry saw Clark using his powers.
“Can’t wait.”
Clark doesn't seem as enthusiastic, not that you can blame him. He reaches for you, giving you one tight hug.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He whispers.
You nod as he pulls away.
“Thank you for everything Clark.”
He just smiles, placing a hand on your cheek. You’re positive he’s going to kiss you good night. But Harry clears his throat and Clark fumbles.
“I-I should get going.”
He pulls away and Harry simply glares as Clark practically sprints into the car. It pulls away and you direct your unimpressed expression at Harry.
“He was getting fresh.”
You just roll your eyes. At this point you should expect it.
The door closes and the events of the night seem to catch up. You’re exhausted, but there is still something bothering you.
“When Aaron mentioned the speedforce, what did he mean?”
You may have been out of it, but you remember everything. Everything that was said.
Harry lets out a soft breath. He promised himself after Aaron showed up that he would no longer keep secrets. If he’d been honest from the start, this could have all been avoided.
“It’s because I’m a speedster. There was an explosion in my lab two years ago when I went to visit. One of the interns had left a prototype next to my upcoming particle accelerator and triggered a fire. Thankfully no one died. However..”
His eyes seem to waver.
“I was caught in the residual shockwave and it did something to the cells in my body.”
You’re about to ask what, but when you begin to see the sparks that are now bouncing off his body, you don’t know what to say. His body seems to disappear and you jolt at the wind that hits your face.
“I’m faster than the average man. The explosion made me into a metahuman.”
The spin at the sound of his voice and now he’s standing right behind you.
This all seems a little crazy.
Your real brother is a mutant, your guardian is a metahuman and your boyfriend is an alien.
So much for having a normal high school experience.
“I understand if this is too much. All of this, it should have never happened. I promised your parents I would protect you and I ended up being the one causing you pain.”
You shake your head.
“You were protecting me. I-I’m sorry I didn’t see it before. I was just scared. When he showed up and told me that we weren’t biological siblings it just..it hurt.”
Harry fully understands why there would be turmoil.
“But none of that matters anymore. We’re together and I’m just happy that we’re both okay.” You express.
He’s thankful for the same. Aaron could have just as easily taken you away. That fight you both had could have been your last encounter and it would have gutted him if that were the case.
There’s still so much that needs to be discussed, but for now, you feel more at ease being back.
~
The following day you’re excused from school. Harry has spent the better part of the morning preparing breakfast and sending you careful looks every now and then to ensure that you’re alright. It’s endearing, you know he’ll never stop worrying, especially after what happened.
For the most part you both just relax. Not a whole lot of words are exchanged. But you feel comfortable.
Later in the afternoon Harry is making a snack and he glances at your spot on the couch as you read through one of his many published books.
“Was Clark affected by the meteor shower?”
You finally look up, lowering the book.
“No, he’s an alien.”
Harry watches as though waiting for the punchline. But your expression is very calm.
“Alien?”
“Yep.”
“As in extraterrestrial beings?”
“Are you sure you’re a genius? I’m pretty sure I’m speaking english.”
Harry glares.
“No need to get smart.”
You just smile. You’ve missed the banter.
“You’re okay with Clark being an alien. “
“Yep.”
Harry looks down at his plate.
“You’re okay with me..being a speedster..”
He sounds a bit hesitant and you catch on. It’s normal that he would assume that this scares you. That you might have doubts. But if there’s one thing that you’ve learned, it’s that Harry’s always been there for you, and he always will.
“I’m okay with it.” You reply.
He looks a little more at ease, and you adjust yourself on the couch when he walks over with the sandwiches. He places the plate down on the table before you, taking a seat. It’s only then that you take notice of the box he has under his arm.
You perk up.
“What’s that?”
He turns to you holding it out.
“For me?”
Harry nods, handing you the small box.
Once it’s within your grasp you can’t help but marvel at it. It’s clear that it’s old. Made out of some type of wood. The texture feels a bit smooth.
“Your parents were really into the time capsule fad back in the day. They did one for me when I turned eighteen after I graduated with my first Phd. I promised them I would do the same for you, so we organized a box. I have no idea what’s inside. When you turned eighteen my plan was to give it to you, along with this. “
He stands, picking up a folder from the desk nearby and you’re a bit confused. When you open it, you’re shocked at the bank information, along with an emancipation form. You look back at him for an explanation.
“I was going to tell you everything. If you decided that you didn’t want me to be a part of your life, then I wanted to make sure you were supported. I made a trust fund. You have enough money to cover four years at any college you want. If that’s what you choose to do. In the event that you didn’t want to be here anymore, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I love you and I only want what's best for yo-”
He doesn’t even have a chance to finish, because you're hugging him. Harry is quiet.
“(Y/N) I-”
“I love you Harry. More than anyone in the world.”
His hands give a bit of a tremor and he returns the embrace slowly.
Cautiously.
“That won’t ever change, no matter what we’re going through.”
It feels like that’s exactly what he needed to hear.
“I hope Kent knows that you love me more than anyone.”
You roll your eyes at Harry’s childish words.
“Don’t make me take it back. “
“No take backs.”
He’s such a kid.
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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 2
“Kent,”
Clark's eyes shift from his seat as he’s having lunch. One of the football players stood looking anything but pleased. Chloe raised an brow and Pete looked ready to step up.
“You been eyeing my girl Kent.”
This teen is notorious for being the jealous type. He’s dating one of the cheerleaders and apparently that came with paranoia.
“Beat it Cole, Clark isn’t that type of guy.” Pete states.
Cole slaps Clark’s tray right off the table and Chloe lifts her arm.
“Hey you jerk!!”
Both of them look like they’re about to go to battle. Clark stands to deescalate the situation, except Cole’s entire face is now pressed to the table. They all jolt, stepping back.
You’re standing over the side, hand pressed to the back of his head. They aren’t sure what’s more impressive. The fact that you’re keeping him down, or that you’re holding your tray in the other hand.
You’re wearing that frown that seems to always be planted on your face and by now most of the cafeteria is tuned in. Cole is grunting, trying to get free, but your hold offers no resistance.
“Take your macho male crap somewhere else or I’ll make you eat the tray, you hear me?”
He still looks defiant, and you add pressure.
“Fine, fine!!”
You release him and he stumbles to his feet, looking a little unnerved. He sends you a look before rushing away. Chloe just laughs.
“That was awesome! Where did you learn to do that?”
“I grew up with a lot of siblings.”
It’s not entirely a lie.
“Sorry about your lunch.” You state.
He shakes his head.
“It’s okay. Thank you.”
You nod, then your eyes drift over your own lunch. You eye the sandwich, then lift the plate, placing it down right in front of him.
“Here, enjoy the rest of your lunch.”
You don’t say anything else, just walk away.
When Clark finally takes a seat, he just stares at the sandwich for a moment. That’s until he feels two pairs of eyes on him. Both Chloe and Pete are wearing a smirk.
“What?”
“I think someone has a crush.” Pete teases.
“There’s no way she has a crush on me.” Clark denies. Although he says that, his cheeks are becoming just a tinge red.
“He wasn’t talking about her.” Chloe inputs.
They both laugh when a brighter color begins to rush to his face. Clark says nothing, just eats his sandwich.
The remainder of the day is uneventful.
Like most evenings, Clark intends to visit Lex. He’s used to just walking in and seeing Lex doing something or the other. That’s why when he walks in and Lex has company, he feels like he’s intruding. Lex simply waves him over.
“Clark, come in.”
He’s a bit awkward.
“Sorry, I should have asked if you were free before I came.” Lex shakes his head to introduce his guest.
The woman turns around, and the teen that steps out from the side has his eyes widening.
“(Y/N)?”
“Hi Clark.”
You’re still wearing that overly serious expression and the woman smiles.
“Clark Kent, it’s nice to put a name to the face. (Y/N) speaks highly of you. I’m Diana Prince.”
You nudged Diana with a little glare at the statement, and she brushed it off, shaking Clark’s hand.
“Nice to meet you too Ms Prince.”
“Please, just Diana is fine.”
Lex is trying to hide his smile.
“Ms. Prince here is interested in joining my earth day initiative. The foundation is still very new, but with our collective companies it is sure to be a success. Since you’re here Clark, why don’t you show (Y/N) around while we discuss.”
“Yes, I’m sure she would like that.” Diana agrees.
You just roll your eyes.
“Let’s go, Clark. She’s just trying to get rid of me.”
Clark follows, sending Lex a look in which he returns with a subtle good luck.
Your steps disappear down the hall and you take in the portraits and other displays in Lex’s mansion. A few minutes in you notice Clark’s lack of commentary.
“You’re quiet.”
Your words seem to pull him back.
“Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.”
You turn another corner.
“Last time you said that Ms. Prince wasn’t your mother. Is she your sister?”
He could spot the subtle resemblance.
That’s not really the question you expect.
Nevertheless, you answer. You literally know his biggest secret. If nothing, you could at least show a little good faith.
“My mother died when I was younger. Diana is my guardian. She took me in when she didn’t have to. I left home because being there just reminded me of what I no longer had.”
He suddenly feels like he shouldn’t have asked. Because if the story of your mother is that tragic, he can only imagine what you would have to say about your father.
“I never really knew them, my birth parents. I came here when I was really young. They sent me here to save me.”
You glance at him. There’s a look on his face. One that expresses that he wishes he could have shared those moments with them, even if it were his last.
It’s weird that you feel so comfortable around him. You’ve always been good at compartmentalizing. Keeping your emotions, friends, secrets, processing it all separately. There’s no one on this planet but Diana that knows your identity.
Well, now Clark.
“I never knew my father. My mother told me stories, but I have a feeling that’s all they were. If he were so honorable, he would not have abandoned his child. Maybe that’s why I’m so unhinged. He probably had a shitty temper too.”
Clark can’t help but smile at the statement.
“Is that why you made a scene in the cafeteria?”
“Maybe.”
You send a little smile and he chuckles.
“I appreciate it, regardless of the reason. Thank you.”
He stops walking, turning to you. You pause in place.
“You don’t have to thank me. Mortals are easy to restrain. It must be frightening being that weak. Back on the island he would not last a day.”
Clark has half the mind to ask about this island, but that might be a conversation for another day.
“We should head back.”
You nod, following him as you both begin to walk in step back to the main room.
As you’re walking, Clark steals a glance. He feels a bit satisfied that you aren’t glaring like you usually do.
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Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 7
Friday afternoons were made for getting all your grading done so you could enjoy a stress free weekend.
You'd planned to go to Central City to visit your uncle, but that idea was sort of in the air because you were still a bit worried about Lex. He told you that he needed a few more days with his project and you were a little worried that he wasn't taking proper breaks or getting rest.
The plan was to stop by his place tomorrow and drag him out of the mansion.
You just needed to get through this.
Also apparently get a lollipop for Clark because he looks like a kid deprived of candy. He's been sulking since he showed up at your place that evening.
"Why are you so mopey?"
"I just feel like you're replacing me. Plus I'll probably end up walking in on you two if I just decided to show up at your place without warning."
Your brows scrunch up as you try to listen, but also concentrate on the answers before you.
"What are you complaining about?"
"Lex's crush on you."
The statement caused you to create a long scratch on the paper.
You cursed when you realized and Clark now looks invested.
"W-What do you mean a crush, are you crazy!! Lex doesn't see me that way!!"
Your denial was a bit suspicious.
Any other person would have brushed it off, but your face was actually getting red.
Clark looked like he was assessing the situation.
"(Y/N) do you..have feelings for Lex?"
You really should have seen it coming.
Clark may be blind, but he's not stupid.
Except when it comes to his own life.
"THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!"
So that was a definite yes.
Clark sighed.
"You should tell Lex."
"Are you mad!"
"Trust me."
"Yeah, cause that has never bitten me in the butt before."
"That was one time and it wasn't my fault!!"
"Sure."
With the current topic, you knew you couldn't even think, much less work on the papers. You dropped the red pen with a frown.
"Because of you I have to give this kid an A+. If I give back this paper they might think I'm out to get them."
You slid it to the bottom of the stack, running a hand through your hair.
"Where the hell did this come from all of a sudden?"
"It's not that sudden. You've been spending all your time with Lex. You were probably planning to hang out with him this weekend."
You bite your lip guilty and Clark sent you an accusatory look.
"I knew it!!"
"Whatever!! When did you become such a clingy puppy?"
His face fell.
'I'm not clingy."
Then he persisted to look like an actual puppy that was just denied a pat on the head.
"He says, looking like a kicked puppy."
There was literally no winning.
You try your best not to think about it. Even when you do stop by Lex's place.
It's hard to pretend that you don't wonder what it would be like. To be with him. To watch him smile, because more often than not he's wearing that blank expression. Almost like he's guarding himself.
Guarding his feelings.
You don't want to be just another person that he has to wear a mask around.
So you sort of take the coward's way out. In the event that you're wrong and he doesn't see you that way, at least this conversation would be something you can both laugh off.
"Clark thinks you have a thing for me."
Lex's shoulders became tense, and you're sitting there waiting for him to vehemently deny it, but he just looked stunned. Like you'd just found out something you shouldn't have.
He wanted to punch Clark at that moment because he distinctly remembered telling him not to say a word.
Despite yourself, you blushed, clearly caught off guard. This is what you were hoping for, but it's still a shock.
"Listen, this doesn't mean that we..that you have to.."
For the first time Lex was speechless. You were so used to being the one flustered. Yet Lex was the one losing his composure.
He looks away.
"I don't expect anything from you." He finally says.
Although those are his words, you feel the pulse of disappointment that streams from his body. It's become clear that he's been keeping this from you to maintain this newfound friendship.
"I care about you. I didn't want to sacrifice that. I want to have someone that I can trust who knows parts of me that no one else does. I enjoy your company and this friendship. Wanting anymore than that would be selfish. I've ruined too many relationships by being selfish. I wasn't about to lose this one."
Now that seems unavoidable.
"So you..have a crush on me?"
Lex huffs.
"You make it sound like we're high schoolers."
You have to admit that at this moment you feel like one. Your list of suitors is fairly small. You dated one guy back in high school and that was before you discovered your powers. The second you learned what you were capable of you sort of turned yourself off. More as a defense.
Yet...Lex knows everything and he still wants that chance. You know a lot of his indiscretions and you can say for a fact that you do have faith in him as a person. If anything, his past has made you respect what he's trying to become.
Lex's back is still turned, so you know he doesn't truly hear when you approach. You're hesitant. When you reach for him, you do your best to control your powers, because you don't want them to influence anything. You want to see, feel all that Lex is trying to convey naturally. He turns at the touch, clearly a bit startled at the lack of distance. Your eyes search for him, and when you touch his cheek, he's frozen in place. Everything is so easily displayed on his face and you can't help but wonder how you never noticed before. The pulse that releases from his body is so sudden that you gasp. Your hand drops to his shoulder and your knees buckle. Lex is quick to catch you.
"What's wrong!!"
He looks terrified at the prospect of you being hurt, and you can't seem to stop yourself. You lean up and kiss him. Lex is stunned for a moment, but the second your hands wrap around his neck, he pulls you back to your feet and flush to his body. He's holding on so tightly, like he's afraid this will all be a dream. His hand immediately finds purchase in your hair and you grip at his clothing.
This all feels like a fever, and illusion.
When you begin sliding his jacket off his shoulder, Lex pulls back.
"W-Wait we.."
He's breathing heavily.
You're still trying to collect yourself. When you do, he can see the way color rushes to your cheeks. It's frankly the cutest thing he's ever seen.
"L-Lex I'm sorry I don't know what-"
He shakes his head, still holding you close.
"It was my fault. You were reacting to me, weren't you?"
You swallow, licking your lips. Right now you should be focusing on his words, but his lips look so enticing.
He never thought that such a desperate look would have that effect on him.
"Do you really feel the same way or are you just..responding to me?"
Lex looks a bit unsure. Because more than anything he wants these feelings to be real. Looking at him, you understand. So you take a breath to settle your heart rate. To clear your mind. When you feel ready, you smile at him and press your palm over his heart.
"This is how I feel."
There's a distinct pink glow and Lex is the one who gasps, because what he feels in his chest is hard to explain. You've never truly used your abilities on him. Partly because of fear and the other due to uncertainty. He's not the only one who's been hiding his feelings.
It takes a few seconds, and the glow dissipates. You're smiling at him shyly and Lex takes your open palm, still a bit breathless.
There's no words he can use to describe how incredible that just felt. He squeezes your hand just a little, and you bite your lip, right before Lex leans in and claims it. You accept the kiss happily, smiling against his lips.
At this very moment, all you feel is content.
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Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 6
It’s usually custom to use the door, but some people don’t seem to get that concept.
“Hi there.”
You screeched at the voice, and Clark raced into your room. It probably didn’t help that you’d just gotten out of the shower and you were still standing in a towel. He was in hero mode the minute he stepped inside your room, but the second he caught sight of you dripping wet, it was as if all his brain power had dissolved.
“CLARK!!”
“Sorry!!” He replied. He spun around in the other direction.
“What are you doing!! Catch that freaking hot stranger in my bed!!” You yelled.
Clark’s gaze moved to the brunette and she just smiled.
“Zatanna, nice to meet you.”
She was dressed like a circus performer, holding out a hand.
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”
It’s clear that the morning was off to an interesting start.
After getting dressed, you met Clark and his friend downstairs. Clearly annoyed.
“We’ve talked about this, you can’t just show up. Especially at my friend’s house.”
“She’s the one that called me here.” Zatanna reasoned.
“I don’t even know you lady.” You were glaring and she smiled.
“I was summoned by the call of your magic. I thought I was the only gifted being here, but it seems I was wrong.” She was still wearing that knowing smile, and now you took a seat on your couch, clearly trying to follow what she was saying.
“What do you mean by magic? I don’t have magic.”
She was looking at you as if it were a joke, then she started laughing.
“You’re kidding right. Do you really not know that you’re magical? You have empathic abilities, where did you think they came from?”
“The meteor shower.”
“Oh, please. That meteor shower may have been supernatural, but there is so much more out there than our alien friend here.” She pointed to Clark.
“You’re a crossbreed, just like me. I got my powers from my father, but your abilities must have been further down your familial tree. Mages don’t typically manifest one so prominently. It must mean that your other abilities are still growing. “
You weren’t sure if you liked the sound of that. Because you were still struggling to get a grasp on this one.
Zatanna could see your worried look, and she moved closer, patting your arm teasingly.
“Relax, you have me now. I’m a little busy, but I can pop by now and then to show you the ropes. I’m relieved you didn’t turn out to be a lust craze deity like my last trip.”
“A what?”
She brushed it off.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be seeing you both soon.”
You wanted more questions, but you blinked and she was gone.
That was irritating. Your eyes moved to Clark who tensed up from his spot next to your couch.
“Why are all your superhuman friends so weird?”
He just chuckled nervously.
“The next time one of them breaks in I’m shooting you.”
“Why me!!”
“BECAUSE I CAN!!”
Maybe you were still a bit bitter that she’d scared the crap out of you while you were almost naked. You had a right to hold a grudge.
~
Lex wasn’t a stranger to being alone. He’d gotten used to it. The isolation. Although lately he’d become much more used to company. Just not the kind he expected. That’s why he told himself he should have called. You shouldn’t just show up at someone’ s house.
That’s what he thought, but now that he was at your door, he couldn’t turn away now. Sucking in a breath, he knocked twice. He could vaguely hear shuffling, or was that yelling?
The door opened, and the last person he wanted to see was Clark.
The space became quiet.
Too quiet.
“Who’s at the door Clark!!”
You sound so casual and Lex couldn’t help but feel jealous at how familiar you sound as you call Clark.
“It’s Lex.”
His tone was almost emotionless. Lex knew better than to expect anything less.
“Good to see you too, Clark.”
The door opened just a bit wider, and you peeked your head out from under Clark’s arm. For a brief moment his mind forgot about his giant of an ex-best friend. Because of the clear size difference, well, he couldn’t deny that you looked unnaturally cute. Especially with wet hair.
Wait..wet hair?
“Geez, do none of you have a good concept of manners. First Clark almost catches me with the towel down and now you’re randomly showing up.”
Your words caused a shift. Lex wasn’t sure why, but he felt a sense of relief at your explanation. The thought of you with Clark, it..it didn’t sit well with him.
You pushed Clark out the door and he stumbled, looking at you incredulously. Lex moved to the side, obviously not expecting it either.
“Go and find your weird friend and tell her not to pop up in my bedroom again.” You said taking Lex’s hand as you guided him inside.
“Come on Lex, at least you don’t have your millionaire friends sneaking into my bedroom.”
“It’s not my fault she’s crazy!!” Clark called.
“Goodbye Clark!”
You closed the door in his face, and Lex just stood there, trying to process what happened.
“Did you really just kick him out?”
“Wanna join him?”
“No ma’am.”
“Good, make yourself at home, I was just about to have lunch.”
“It’s two in the afternoon.”
“Oh,”
You supposed talking to that witch messed with your plans.
“A snack it is.”
You turned to the kitchen and Lex followed behind hesitantly. He’d never been inside your house. This wasn't exactly how he pictured his first visit.
“(Y/N)..”
Clark’s whiny voice on the other side of your door pulled you back.
“What, why are you still here!!”
“Let me in!”
You huff.
You wanted to hang out with Lex, but you didn’t want two of them glaring at each other the entire afternoon.
“Fine, I’ll let you in, but you play nice with Lex.”
There’s a prolonged silence on the other side.
“Fine.”
You smile, and Lex is anything if not impressed.
“It’s open.” You call.
He turned the knob, stepping in, clearly mad that you hadn’t even bothered to lock it just to torment him.
It was definitely going to be an interesting evening.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 17
The aftermath is messy.
Turns out Aaron Morgan had been running from a lot of people.
Your eyes seemed trained on the van.
There’s a number of vehicles parked in the space.
News, sheriff, ambulance..FBI.
You can’t believe that your own brother was a felon.
“Apparently he’s been on the FBI’s radar for months. They're going to take him back to Washington. He’s going to be given a trial. Twenty years if he’s lucky. For a kid he sure got around. Larceny, trespassing, assault. You name it. He’s done it. “
The agents are giving you a rundown of his crimes.
“We’ll be in contact. If he happens to make parole they’ll notify you of his release. The chances of that are slim.” His partner advised.
Harry hasn’t left your side and Clark looks sullen. You catch a glimpse of them carrying Aaron into the van. He looks at you for just a second, then diverts his gaze. His form disappears behind the glass and you sigh just as the agents begin to pack up and leave.
You aren’t really sure how to feel about any of this.
You’ve already been checked out by the paramedics. Nothing appears wrong. They had instructed that you come back to the hospital just to be safe. But you refused. You have no intention of spending the night at a hospital.
After carefully wrapping your bruised wrists, you were free to go. A few of the vehicles are beginning to leave and the Sheriff turns to you.
“I can give you all a ride back.” She offers.
Harry nods and you follow as you all climb into the car.
As you’re pulling away, you look down at your hands. Although you see no difference, something has changed. After what you witnessed with Aaron you know there must have been some truth to what he said.
Either that or you’d been hallucinating.
Neither option is very desirable at the moment.
“She can take you back to the farm if that’s what you want.” Harry states.
Clark is seated at the front, and he listens attentively. You and Harry are at the back but he’s made an attempt to sit at a distance. Something tells you that’s more for your peace of mind than anything else.
With a shake of your head, you scoot closer to him, taking his hand. Harry is a bit stunned, but you just lay your head on his shoulder.
“I want to go home.” You whisper.
You squeeze his hand a bit tighter, and he finally returns it. He wraps his hand around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest and it’s at that moment that you break down.
You know for a fact that both Clark and the Sheriff hear your cries.
No other words are exchanged.
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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 1
“Why me.”
Diana warned you to lay low.
When she brought you here, you promised that you would be on your best behavior. Maybe she just saw something in you that was similar to herself when she was young.
That’s why you made a promise to always make her proud.
That was a bit difficult given your temper.
Being an amazon probably didn’t help.
Despite all that, you tried your hardest to stay out of trouble. You got great grades. You kept your friend group small. You tried to blend in the best you could and avoid being anywhere in the vicinity of those guys.
“Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, (Y/N) Prince.”
The second you heard the call for groups, you could feel your annoyance rise. Clark sent you a smile, in which you returned with a glare. He raised a brow, looking away awkwardly.
“Hey Chloe, is it me or is she glaring at us?”
Chloe looked over to see your frown.
“It’s just you.” She replied happily.
You sighed heavily, turning your head as you tried to listen to the instructions for the project.
It’s not like you hated Clark and his group of friends. It’s just that trouble seemed to follow that crew around. After you almost got suspended for scaring a bully, you were already walking on thin ice. You didn’t want to try your luck, and now you were teamed up with this duo.
Just great.
~
“So I was thinking since Clark is such good friends with a certain billionaire we can just ask him for help. “
“Chloe, we can’t just use Lex whenever we get one of these projects.”
“Come on Clark, what’s the use of having a billionaire in your pocket if you never use him.”
Sitting in the Talon, they just went back and forth like that for who knows how long.
You were trying to get through as much of your book as possible. Which was a great distraction from them.
“Hey, isn’t your mom like a millionaire activist?”
“She’s not my mother.”
Your harsh tone caught Chloe's attention, and you clenched your fist to control yourself.
“You're a brilliant warrior, but your temper is your greatest ail. You need to learn to control it.”
Diana’s words echoed, and you let out a breath.
“Let me know what you plan to do.”
Standing, you started packing away your books as you left. They both watched you walk away.
“I think I upset her. Family must be a touchy subject.” Chloe states.
Clark still looks a bit distant. He’s seen you around a lot, but he’s never had an actual conversation. Now that he really thinks back, it feels like you’ve been everywhere that he wasn’t. Given his track record he’s not that surprised.
That evening when he visits Lex, he can’t help but bring up the conversation.
“Someone in Smallville that doesn’t like a kent. That’s hard to believe.” Lex teases. Clark looks unamused.
“I’m serious Lex. It seems like she hates me or something. We have this big project and I’m wondering if we should just get a change of partners.”
“Well if you do that she’ll definitely hate you.”
“What, why?”
“Think about it, she’ll know that you asked for different partners.”
“You’re right.”
That would definitely make the situation worse.
“Have you tried talking to her? There might be a reason she dislikes you. Maybe something happened.”
He can’t remember ever having a negative encounter with you.
Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt.
The following day Clark intends to do just that.
He’d spent the better part of the day trying to track you down. It’s only after the school lets out that he catches sight of you. You’re sitting on the bleachers with your backpack. The field is empty, and it looks like you’re doing homework.
Now was his chance.
“Hey!”
You turn your head, and your expression goes sour the second you see him. Closing your book, you begin packing away your things. Clark stops when he’s standing closer.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“That’s okay. I was just leaving.”
You heave the bag on your shoulder, and Clark steps forward, blocking your way.
“Move.”
Now he’s sure he isn’t imagining it. The hostility was definitely directed at him.
“Why don’t you like me?”
Your frown deepens, because it’s obvious he won’t move until you give him an answer.
“You have the scent of a god.”
Clark froze.
“That’s why I’ve always been weary of you.”
He’s clearly caught off guard.
“At first I thought I was imagining it. Because I left home, I just assumed I was manifesting it for comfort. But then I spoke to Diana. As it turns out I have a gift for detecting strong beings. You aren’t of this planet, are you?”
Your speech has changed significantly, and now Clark is the one who is weary. But he’s unsure of what. The fact that you don’t seem afraid that he might be an alien, or that you’re so confident that you know his secret.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
His best option is to feign obliviousness. You just smile. One that displays a level of understanding. He has to say, it’s the first time he’s truly seen you wear an expression that isn’t cold or serious.
“I get why you would try to hide it, we all just want to be normal.”
You sound a lot more like a high school student now. Clark swallows.
“I can sense how different you are. Maybe that’s why you get into so many tough situations. Initially I thought you just had bad luck. But I’ve read some of the reports and I can feel it now that we’re speaking. Your sense of justice seems to outweigh everything else. You’re trying to fix the world, just like Diana.”
Clark is still silent.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. See you tomorrow Clark.”
Nothing else is said, you just walk away and Clark is left contemplating everything.
Safe to say the continuation of that project is a bit tense.
The assignment to find and interview a corporate manager of your choice was easy. Chloe had finally relented when Clark insisted he didn’t want to bother Lex. So you all had chosen a random establishment. You did your part, and you didn’t miss the subtle looks Clark kept sending your way.
Now sitting in the library as you all put the information into a paper, his glances are much harder to mask. At one point you catch him. He does his best to look away and you just sigh.
“I’m going to get a drink.” You inform. Chloe nods, typing away vigorously. Clark lifts his head, and when you break the corner, he stands.
“I’m gonna grab a snack.”
Chloe barely acknowledges, waving her hand off.
Clark rushes off to the back where the vending machine is located.
“Are you following me now?”
You appear behind him.
He flinches, turning to you.
“N-No I was just getting a snack.”
He points at the vending machine. You don’t believe a word he says.
“Your friends, they don’t know, do they?”
His intention is to fully deny it, but it’s clear that any lie he intends to present would not work. He doesn’t like how easily you seem to see right through him.
“They don’t.”
He finally admits.
“I can’t imagine it being easy, masking as a mortal. Although I can’t say that I’ve met a being like you before.”
You circle him in interest and he turns with you a bit awkwardly.
“You’re not a witch, or a demigod, at least not like Diana.”
You take a step, sniffing and he lifts his hand.
“A-Are you smelling me?”
You nod, moving back, eyes wide with awe.
“You’re a Kryptonian…”
Clark looks alarmed at how quick you made such a connection.
“How do you know that!”
He half whispers half yells as he takes your arm and begins to guide you out the back.
You stumble for a second, clearly taken by surprise. His strength is impressive. Before you even get to the door, you grab his wrist. He’s stunned when you spin him around and pin him to the wall. He grunts, face now pressed to the wall at the force and your eyes are once again hard.
“I don’t enjoy being handled, kryptonian.”
He realizes now that he’s underestimated your strength.
He can’t get free, and you finally release him.
There goes your temper again.
“Sorry.” You mumble.
Clark massages his wrist, then shakes his head. It’s been instinct for him to be guarded. No one has ever made him this quickly without at least catching a glimpse of his powers.
“I should apologize. I’m just not used to people knowing my secret.”
That you can understand.
“I’ve read about you. Encounters from my ancestors. You smell alien. So my evaluation is that you’re either kryptonian or martian. The other galaxies are a lot further. Certain species tend to avoid earth due to its atmosphere. Your kind has a better tolerance. The sun enhances your abilities. “
Clark isn’t used to someone knowing this much about him.
“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to say anything.”
There’s that code switch again. It always seems to take him by surprise. He doesn’t sense any kind of malice, but he’s learned that it’s never smart to just trust random beings. Especially ones that held strength that rivals his own.
“Why would you help me?”
It’s not a bad question. Given how you’ve acted around him, you shouldn’t be surprised that he’s questioning your motives.
“Because spilling your secret wouldn’t exactly do me a whole lot of good. Besides..” You look away a bit bashfully.
“My mother told me once that Kryptonians are usually very loyal. I don’t see a reason that I shouldn’t trust you.”
Clark deflates. Because just a second ago you looked like you would punch a hole in him.
Now you’re almost blushing and he can’t help but think that it’s cute. It’s apparent that he’ll have to put his trust in you. Because given the situation there isn’t really anything he can do.
It’s obvious that with you, nothing is as it seems.
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Leonardo (TMNT2014/2016): Short Story- Chapter 4 - Final
It's been about a week.
You miss Leo, but his words hurt. Did he really think you were just some airhead? You would not have survived this long if you were.
The world is a harsh place. Leo more than anyone knows that. So why was he acting like you didn't understand? Like you were oblivious to the truly terrible things out there. He couldn't have truly believed that you were this trusting with everyone.
You're not an idiot.
"I'm still a male you know. Stop being so casual about this. You need to be more careful."
Your face colors at the memory.
You aren't ignorant to that either.
You like Leo.
As a friend and..maybe something more.
There's a part of you that hoped he kept coming back because he returned your feelings. That his scoldings were just a way of looking out for you.
That deep down he really did care.
The knock on your glass makes you jump, and you look up.
Leo pushes the window open as he steps inside.
You gulp, unsure if you should be standing or sitting. You shuffle around for a moment. You settle for the latter.
When he's fully upright, he shows hesitation.
The air is a bit heavy for obvious reasons. You offer him a seat which he takes. Neither or you really speak for a while.
It's tough finding the words.
"I don't see you as a pet."
You finally get out.
Leo glanced at you from his seat.
"I just got excited. There's a bunch of us out there in the world. When I decided I wanted to live with humans, I guess there was a sort of stigma. A lot of them think that this way of life is seen as an escape because we don't appreciate our own species, but that isn't true. I've just always been intrigued with life above the water. I thought that I could do the most good this way, both in my world and theirs. It just gets lonely sometimes being the only one."
With your hand pressed into the cushions of your couch, you fidget with the patterns.
Leo wears a soft smile.
Reaching over, he places his hand over your own. You look up at the gesture and his expression causes a stream of butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
"I shouldn't have been so harsh. I was just worried about you. I didn't want anyone taking advantage of you. I was treating you like a kid when you have more experience out there than I do. My brothers and I, we've spent our entire lives hiding from the world. Master Splinter always said that there would be people who would exploit us. I just got a bit protective."
It was really sweet to know that he cared so much.
"Thanks for looking out for me. I guess you're not entirely wrong. I could be a little more careful. Usually I'm guarded like fort knox, but with you I just.."
You pause, and His eyes search yours as you try to find the words.
"I just feel safe when you're around. Like I can trust you with anything.."
It's crazy.
You've known him for two months at best.
"I should be flattered then." He replies.
His hand tightens just a little, and you're a little more aware when he moves closer. His hand slides against your cheek, and you stare, a bit dazed.
"If I'm being honest, I don't like it when you say that I'm harmless, because I'm not."
The intensity of those blue eyes would surely cause some damage to your heart.
"I may not be human, but I'm just as much a man as every other guy. You have to be careful. I am just as capable of taking advantage of you."
You nibble on your lower lip.
"What if..that's what I want.."
The confession makes his eyes widen just a bit, and you look down.
It feels like you might have crossed a line.
"Leo I'm sorry I-"
His lips silence any excuse and you gasp, or moan. You're not quite sure. His hand moves, holding under your neck gently and your brows furrow in satisfaction. Leo is strong, you know that. Given his job description, it's clear why. Yet, feeling this strength, it's different. His finger brushes just under your jaw, and you lean in as much as your body is willing to allow.
There's nothing but the wet sounds of your lips parting and joining. Your head follows every motion that Leo makes. His free hand moves to your waist, right down to the side of your thigh. He pulls you forward as if you weigh nothing, and you part, surprised. You're now seated in his lap.
Leo has found new territory, lips mapping out little kisses on your neck.
"I told you...I..was dangerous.."
He mutters between each desperate kiss.
Your fingers land on his plastron as you whimper.
"L-Leo.."
He's turning you into a puddle. You can't think properly. Form coherent sentences.
You don't realize that you're groping his chest until he pulls back and draws both of your wrists above your head. Leo pushes forward and you back hits the couch. He pins you there, and you stare up in surprise.
His eyes have visibly darkened, and the shift in position has your hips touching in a deliciously provocative way.
"Leo.."
He manages to bound you with just one hand and when his other moves under your shirt, your face is ever possible shade of red.
"You're too defenseless." He teases.
You mean to respond, but he gives your breast a squeeze and you moan instead. He licks his lips at the sound.
When he pushes the garment up, you're flustered. Because your shirt and bra bunch up just under your chin. Your chest is exposed and you squirm. Leo lowers and you stammer.
"W-Wait what are you-"
Your words are lost, because his tongue latches onto your nipple and you cry out. You arch against him and Leo accepts it. How responsive you are.
Loud you're being.
His tongue feels as though it's drawing patterns and you're losing your mind. It feels so good. He finally loosens his hold on your hands, and you immediately move them to the back of his neck to encourage his ministrations. He welcomes it, humming against your skin and you moan at the vibrations.
He changes focus to the other, giving it just as much attention. With each flick, you can feel your hips jerk involuntarily. Leo's eyes are closed, enjoying every minute. Every desperate cry that you let out.
When he dropped by, this was far from what he expected, but he isn't exactly complaining. Just a minute ago he was warning you about being careful, yet here he is losing control.
Devouring you.
The second he finally pulls back, it's to give you the opportunity to have a proper breath.
You look so good, beneath him.
"Are you alright.."
It's a bit of a whisper. You nod, still slightly heaving, but wearing an appreciative smile.
Leo returns the smile, reaching down and sliding your clothing back into place. Your shirt is obviously wrinkled, but you don't seem to care.
He helps you into a seated position, holding you close.
"I hope you learned your lesson."
You bite your lip to stifle another moan at those words.
You have learned absolutely nothing and you intend to make sure that he knows that for future punishments.
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Kensei Muguruma (Bleach) - Oneshot
You’ve gotten yourself in a lot of bad situations, but this by far seems like the worst.
“Shit..”
You coughed, spitting out some blood as you leaned against the wall of the building. You’ve never been good at just walking away. When you saw a group of men cornering a woman, of course you felt like you had to intervene. You beat the shit out of them too. But not without some damage. They were men after all. Six against one isn’t exactly a fair fight. It’s guaranteed they wouldn’t be messing with you again.
The abandoned warehouse felt like a good place to recuperate. In your state you wouldn’t be able to make it back home, much less a hospital. You just need a moment to catch your breath. Possibly reset your shoulder. The pain was starting to make your vision a bit patchy.
“How did you get in here and who the hell are you!?”
The female voice catches you by surprise. Lifting your head, you’re stunned to see a group of people casually chilling around the space. There’s a couch and a few other pieces of furniture.
“W-What the…”
There’s a taller blond male, short hair, brown eyes. He was standing on the railing on the upper floor.
“Hachi has a field around this place, so either he’s losing his touch, or you’re not what you appear to be.”
When he jumps down from his spot, landing right in front of you, you’re almost positive that you’re hallucinating.
That should not have been humanly possible.
“We’ll ask again, who are you?”
He takes one step and you feel panic set in.
“S-Stay back!!”
You backtrack to make a run for it, but your path is blocked by another man. Grey hair and piercings.
“You’re injured.”
Swallowing, you glance to the side. There’s at least six of them. You’re greatly outnumbered and hurt. From what that blond just did, you can only imagine what the rest of them are capable of.
“How do I get out of this?”
It’s taken you a moment to realize that at least three of them are sporting blades.
This is bad.
“Shinji, she's a weakling, let’s just kick her out.”
You frown at the younger girl’s statement.
“Who the hell are you calling a weakling, snaggletooth!!”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING SNAGGLETOOTH YOU STUPID HUMAN!” She charges, but is grabbed by Shinji.
“Calm down Hiyori, like Kensei said, she’s hurt. She might just be like Orihime and the others. We should help her.”
“Let me go!!”
She’s fighting against Shinji. The man with the pink hair approached cautiously. As if not to startle you.
“I know this might seem strange, but we’d like to help you. You’re hurt.”
His words seem sincere, but you’re still terrified. One, you’re already weakened from your fight, two, it’s definitely suspicious that all these people are living in this run down place. You have no reason to trust them.
You try to open your mouth to say something, but a flash of pain hits you and your body caves. This time you cough up a mouthful of blood and they flinch. Kensei is at your side in seconds and you stumble into his chest. He lifts you off the ground.
“Hachi!”
Hachi nods and you can feel your consciousness fading.
“Damn it, you better not die.”
Somehow the words are a bit comforting.
It’s weird.
When you woke up the following day in a hospital, practically untouched you were convinced that you dreamed it up.
Those people, that strength. It felt unreal.
That’s why when you saw that gray hair and those silver piercings at a store on your way back from work, you were a bit frozen. You’d just stepped out, and you knew that he saw you. That frown was fixed on his face.
“Guess you didn’t die after all.”
You weren’t sure what words to say. Because the people at the hospital said you were fine. But you were positive that you’d broken a few ribs that day. Possibly damaged an organ. If the mouthful of blood you spat out was anything to go off.
But here you stand, unharmed.
They must have done something.
Helped you.
Saved you.
Swallowing your fear, you clenched your bag, bowing fully, right there.
“A-Arigatou!!”
You weren’t sure what happened, but above all else, you were grateful. They quite literally could have dumped you out in the street. When you felt the hand on the back of your head, you raised slowly.
“Be careful in the future.”
Despite his stoic expression, he looked genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. You couldn’t do much but give a short nod.
You really do hope you see more of him and his crazy friends.
As luck would have it, your wish came true, turns out you all pretty much shopped in the same district.
“It’s you again.”
Hachi was the second one you ran into. You couldn’t help but smile.
“Hai! O-Ohaiyo.”
He offered a smile, and the both of you had casually fallen into conversation.
“I’m happy to see you recovered. After I healed you I wasn’t sure if I had been too late.”
You pause.
“You..healed me?”
“Yes, although it may be a bit difficult to explain. “ He suddenly looked a bit bashful and you couldn’t help it, you were curious.
“Please, tell me.”
He took in your inquisitive gaze, nodding.
So he told you about his power. It seemed impossible, but when he summoned a kido to demonstrate, of course you became a believer.
After that you just kept hoping to see them again. It felt a bit strange to just walk over to that wearhouse again. That’s why when you ran into Kensei on your way back from the gym, you didn’t want to waste the opportunity.
“Please give me your number!”
He looked a bit startled at the declaration.
“I want to see you more often, so please!”
You looked like a puppy and his eyebrow twitched.
“Whatever, just stop giving me that look!”
You grinned, exchanging contact information.
Since that day, your meetings have become more frequent. You used any free opportunity to learn more. To see him. To understand his world. Because you hoped it would explain yours a bit better. Especially after what you'd witnessed a few days ago.
“You’re quiet today.”
His statement broke your focus, and you looked over as he walked you back home. He wasn’t wrong. You were just thinking. You weren’t sure if to ask.
“Kensei, have you ever seen monsters with masks before..”
It was somewhat of a whisper and he stopped, grabbing you by the shoulders in a panic.
“Shit, were you attacked by a hollow! Why didn’t you say something earlier!”
Your eyes were wide.
“A hollow..”
He sighed, and you lowered your head.
“So I’m not crazy, you’ve seen them too.”
Weirdly enough you were still scared, but relieved that you weren’t the only one. You took a step forward, burying your face into his chest. He lifted his hands, a bit stunned. You gripped at his vest.
“I’m scared Kensei..”
He knows you well enough to understand that it’s taken a lot for you to admit that. His hands lowered slowly, and he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping them around your body.
“You ain’t got anything to worry about, I’ll protect you.”
At that moment, that’s all you needed to hear.
You hold on tighter.
It’s not weird that you became somewhat attached to him. He was strong, dependable. The attack on Karakura was eye opening. You also learned that apparently that there was a lot more out there than masked monsters.
“So you were a soul reaper?”
He could see the confusion at the term, and Kensei nodded.
“Yeah.”
Before you had the bits and pieces, but now you knew the full story. The town was safe. Everything felt like it would be okay.
“They’re gonna give you your old position back.”
“Apparently. I guess they really need the help considering all that’s happened. It’s gonna be a hassle.”
Even though he said that, you could tell that he was pleased. It’s taken a while for you to read all of Kensei’s expressions. Walking along the river, you gaze at the water.
“Guess I won’t be seeing much of you anymore then.”
The thought was a bit upsetting. When you feel the hand on your head, you look up.
“Gonna miss me huh?”
You pout.
“L-Like if!!”
You were huffing childishly and his hand moved to your cheek. Your angry little motions stopped almost immediately.
Nothing was said, just that look.
Somehow you understood what it meant.
This wouldn’t be the last time you both saw each other.
Fortunately, that was the truth.
You’d made constant trips to the soul society. It took some convincing on Kisuke’s part. But you’d gotten good at bribing the shop owner. All in all, you were happy. Kensei was back where he belonged and you could see him wherever you wanted.
“Oii! Why are you daydreaming?”
You smile, taking a sip of your tea.
“You still have a terrible temper Kensei.”
He clicks his tongue and you laugh.
“I still can’t believe you’re a captain. I guess they will appoint anyone to that position huh.”
An irk mark pops on his head at the casual insult.
“Be quiet.”
Hisagi watches the back and forth banter.
It’s not that strange for the both of you to bicker whenever you come to visit. It’s a bit comforting to say the least.
“I’ll head over to the fourth squad to prepare for our mission taicho.”
Kensei nods and Hisagi takes off. You go right back to drinking your tea.
“It’s weird how it all turned out, isn’t it Kensei.”
He turns in your direction.
“You mean after we found you beaten to a pulp.”
“That wasn’t exactly my fault.”
“What kind of idiot picks a fight with six people.”
“They were messing with someone.”
“You’re human, you should know your limits.”
You just roll your eyes.
“You’re always lecturing me like a nagging older brother.”
You expect another jab from him, but he’s gone silent.
“Hmm, usually you fight back, did I win this time?”
You smirk, but his expression has changed. He stands from his spot at the desk, moving over to you. You’re still seated, so you look up, clearly puzzled. He’s just towering over you now.
“Is that how you see me?”
Those words aren’t what you expect. You place the cup down.
“Eh? What are you talking about?”
“I’m not your brother.”
Your brows furrow.
“Of course not, why are you saying strange things?”
He’s still somewhat glaring, and now you’re confused.
“Kense-”
“I’m attracted to you.”
For a full minute nothing is said. You try to play over all those words in your head.
“Attracted….attracted…he’s attracted..to me..”
The realization of the statement finally processes and your face becomes every possible shade of red. You shoot out of your seat, backing away.
“W-What the hell!! W-Where did that come from!!!”
His hard stare is fixed on you. When he approached, you panic. His hands press to the wall at the sides of you and you gulp.
“You shouldn’t take me so lightly. I’m a man after all.”
“S-Stop saying weird things!!”
You bolt out the door as fast as you can, and Kensei just stands there, watching the trail of dust.
He smirks.
“Guess she’s not as airheaded as I thought.”
You would be back.
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Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) - Chapter 5
“Fwah!! That’s the good stuff!”
Rangiku downs another bottle and you laugh as she leans over grabbing you by the shoulder as she pressed another to you.
“Come on (Y/N)-chan, drink with us!!” She cheers.
Izuru laughs apologetically.
“Gomen, she always gets like this. We should have warned you.”
You smile.
“It’s no problem. It’s nice to let loose sometimes.”
When Rangiku invited you here, you should have assumed it would be like this. While you don’t usually join in her antics, you did want a chance to relax. Life is pretty much settled now. You have frequent missions and trips to the twelfth division so Mayuri can continue to study your progress. Although it really is no longer needed, he helps you understand more about yourself everyday, so it’s useful.
It’s also nice..to see him so often.
“Kurotsuchi-taicho..”
Your thoughts stray to said captain and you blush. It would be a lie to say that your view of him hasn’t changed.
Hisagi looks interested.
“Did you have a drink (Y/N)-san, your face is red.”
You shake your head with a laugh.
“I-It must be the smell, I’m not good with alcohol.” You cover.
“Come on, have a drink!!” Rangiku shouts.
“That’s alright Matsumoto-san I really don’t mph-”
She shoves the bottle in your mouth and your face pales as you flail your hands around.
“RANGIKU!!”
Izuru pulls you away and Hisagi grabs the bottle.
You cough a couple times and Izuru pats your back.
“Are you alright (Y/N)-san?”
You finally straighten and when you hiccup, Izuru sweat drops at your dazed expression.
“Hai!!” You smile goofily and Hisagi sighs
“I’ll take her back to her squad.”
There’s no telling what will happen if they trust you to get back to your place on your own.
“Come on (Y/N)-san.”
You jump to your feet.
“I’m going to see Kurotsuchi-taicho!” You yell.
Izuru shakes his head.
“I really don’t think you should-”
You flash step and they all flinch.
“C-Crap!! She disappeared!” Hisagi panics.
“We should go after her.” Izuru reasons.
“She said she was going to see Kurotsuchi-taicho.”
An uncomfortable chill runs up both their spines.
“You’re on your own (Y/N)-san.” They both decided.
~
“Is there anything else you need, Mayuri-sama?”
“No, that’s all. You can leave Nemu.”
She bows, raising her head as she walks out the door. Mayuri’s eyes are fixated on the chart.
“Zanpaktou possession is quite remarkably.”
He only recalls seeing Ichigo struggle with control during his hollowfication. But that was different from what he witnessed with you. Your weapon was more defensive than offensive.
“I need to know more.”
He intends to fully take advantage of this.
The rattling behind pulls his focus away. He turns.
“Nemu, is that you.”
There is no reply. The door opens, and when he spots a figure, he recognizes it immediately.
“Oh, it’s just you. What do you want? Has there been another update I should be informed of?”
When you finally step into the light, he notices the slight sway of your body. Mayuri fully turns and it’s then he takes in the flush or your cheeks.
“Kuro..taicho.”
You mumble, letting out a soft hiccup.
The second you draw near he can smell the alcohol.
“Intoxication, how primitive.”
Your gaze isn’t focused, so he knows you don’t fully process the insult. You stumble and he reaches out to steady you. Your hands grip his sleeves and you lift your head.
“Kurotsuchi-taicho..”
“What is it?”
You bite your lip, and when you lean unto your toes he is caught off guard when your lips press to his. Your hold tightens on his clothing and he pulls back. You’re breathing is a bit staggered, and his eyes narrow.
“What are you doing?”
His voice is stern and you try to lean in again, but he keeps you back, hands on your shoulders.
“T-Taicho.” You whine.
He just lets out an exasperated sigh.
“You’re intoxicated. You don’t have the slightest clue what you’re doing.”
“I-I do! I like you!!”
“Your perception of reality is altered. Anything you say cannot be taken seriously.” You press your head against his chest.
“I like you…I want to..kiss you..please just one kiss.”
It sounds like more whining or possibly begging.
It’s become clear that you’re now his problem. Because it doesn’t look like you’ll be leaving anytime soon.
“I’m going to take you back to your squad. I have important research to get back to.”
Your eyes grow wide and he flinches when you flash step with him in tow. The next time you both land you have him pressed into the wall.
“N-No!! I want to be with you taicho! I-I don’t want to leave your side.”
You’re crying and he’s beginning to get irritated.
“Silence you crying.”
You sniff, and his eyes move down to your saddened expression. They stray to the red of your cheeks, the plumpness of your lips. He licks his own.
“I should not entertain this, she isn’t in the right frame of mind.”
Never in his life did he think he would have to be making rational decisions. He’s used to just doing whatever he wants.
“If I fulfill your request, will you return to your squad without protests.”
Your eyes lifts, and you nod eagerly.
“H-Hai!”
You look so desperate now and it isn’t really helping him. Maybe if you’d look even a bit repulsed he could have easily convinced himself that this was wrong. That he shouldn’t even be touching you right now. But your eyes are begging, pleading.
“P-Please..”
His expression softens and his hand slides into your hair. When he leans down, you rise unto your toes and his lips descend on yours. You grab at his coat greedily and when you feel his tongue parting your lips, you moan. His tongue slides in easily as he pulls you to his body. It feels like he’ll devour you in the most amazing way. One of his hands drifts and when you feel him cup your breast you pull away, letting out another moan.
“T-Taicho..”
As he looks down at your breathless expression, he internally curses.
“Why do you test me?”
It’s clear that he was not careful enough, because there’s no denying the attraction.
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Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) Short Story: Chapter 6 - Final
“Those human activities are foolish. The festival is pointless.”
They’d made the unfortunate mistake of coming to Karakura during Valentine’s Day.
“I-I actually think it’s kind of cute.” You mumble.
“Of course. Let’s go immediately.”
“You were just saying it was stupid!!” Ichigo protests in annoyance. Renji just rubs his neck awkwardly, because he’d been witnessing this for the last few weeks.
~Flashback~
“Why would you bring me these sakura blossoms, Renji, get rid of them.”
“They are actually from me.” You spoke meekly.
“I’ll treasure them forever. Make sure that nothing happens to them, Renji.”
“H-Hai Taicho!!”
Another instance they were just having a meal.
“Feeding each other in public, what a childish activity.”
Byakuya commented as Renji nodded in agreement, watching a couple in the table next to them feed each other. Just then you came running over with a pair of chopsticks and a small bowl of food. Taking a seat, you separated the chopsticks, picking up the piece of radish.
“Say ahh Kuchiki-taicho!”
He just opened his mouth as you fed him happily.
Renji sweatdropped.
“It’s like he turns into a puppy when she makes a request.” Renji thought.
It’s safe to say that Byakuya becomes quite tamed when you’re around. It’s almost funny to watch.
It’s nice to have some time off missions.
Just relaxation.
Byakuya had invited you to his manor. It was a bit nerve wracking. But the second you saw him, all that anxiousness seemed to fall away.
The both of you had found a comfortable spot at the back of his place. A perfect view of the sky and his little pond. It’s then that you go on about all the interesting activities in the world of the living. It’s not often that you get to go, but when you do, there always seems to be something interesting happening.
You can go on and on forever, but you’re more interested in Byakuya’s ideas.
“Kuchiki-taicho, I feel as though we’ve only been doing things that I like. What do you want to do?”
You stare at him cutely, and Byakuya looks away. Now that you’re settled in his manor in the cool air of the afternoon, he seems to be more aware of a lot of things. The quiet. Your smile. The innocence you display. He assumed that you had very little experience when it comes to relationships.
It appears he was right.
“I should be more patient.”
He’s just gotten you to feel comfortable in this position. He doesn’t want to scare you off by being too eager.
“Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me.”
You tilt your head.
“That’s not much of an answer. You’re just saying you want to do more of the things that I like.” You puff your cheeks, and he just closes his eyes.
“I don’t have any particular requests.”
A blatant lie.
You hum, kicking your feet back and forth that are hanging off the small opening as you both enjoy the sunset. Glancing over at him again, you take in the way the sun seems to illuminate his blue eyes.
“Maybe not really blue..”
Now that you look closer, it might actually be a different color.
“What color are your eyes?”
He turns.
“What.”
“Your eyes, what color are they?”
He’s a little puzzled by the randomness of the question, but answers regardless.
“They're gray.”
“Really?”
You shift a bit closer, peering at him.
“That’s crazy, I always thought they were blue. You know you and Rukia have the same kind of stare sometimes. Last week she was lecturing Ichigo and I swear she reminded me of you. It’s really funny how much alike you are.”
“I suppose there are some similarities.”
“Mhmm!”
You sound proud that you’ve made the observation.
Your attention shifts back to the sky.
“That time when you reminded me about when I healed you, everything you said made sense. I was scared. Terrified. You might not know this but I’ve always admired you.”
Now you have his full attention.
“Everyone used to say that you were heartless. Your status as a noble was all anyone ever saw. For a time, that's what I thought too. But I heard about what you did. You were hurt and you still protected Rukia. You could have died. I know that there must have been a lot that you regretted when they told you that she was supposed to be executed. But in the end, you made the right choice. You choose family. Since then you’ve always protected her. I admire that. I admire you Byakuya.”
To say he was speechless would be too little an expression.
“How do I keep my resolve when she looks at me that way..”
He was literally teetering on the edge.
Screw holding back.
“I would like to hold you tonight (Y/N)-san.”
The statement takes a minute to process. He can literally see the bars loading as you try to decipher his statement like you’re solving an equation.
“Eh? Hold me?”
He moves closer, and when he scopes you right off your feet and plants you into his lap, you stammer, hands scrambling as you grab onto his cloak. You look up and his stare has you frozen.
“Please let me hold you.”
His hand lays on your waist and suddenly you’re conscious of a lot. His hold, those eyes.
That request.
It dawns on you that he might have been holding back when you made the request earlier.
“K-Kuchiki-”
He hugs you, and your eyes grow wide.
“Say my name, like you did before. Please.”
You gulp, clutching onto his robes when he buries his face into your shoulder, inhaling softly.
It’s obvious that Byakuya is a lot more clingy than you initially thought. Obviously there are sides to this man that no one knows about. Because if you told anyone of this encounter, they would definitely not believe a word of it.
“B-Byakuya..”
You whimper when he leaves a kiss against your skin. His lips move higher, and when he nips at your ear, you let out a soft mewl.
“Say it again. I want to hear it.”
Your body is trembling by how delightful it feels. How arousing the request is. You’re way too close to hide anything from him. Surely he can feel the racing of your heart that’s pressed so tightly to his chest.
“Bya..kuya..”
You could barely get the words out because he was still leaving light kisses on your skin.
It’s at this moment that you realize how oblivious you’ve been. This man has literally been married already so that definitely means…
Steam pours out of your ears.
“I’m not going to make it!!”
Surely you won’t.
~Omake~
You should know by now that Byakuya is a very literal person.
When he said held, apparently thats what he meant.
His arms are wrapped around your body, your back press to his front.
Cheeks on fire.
"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ANY SLEEP LIKE THIS!!"
This is torture.
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