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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 15

Geto looks completely relaxed as he walks. 

You’re the one who’s on guard. You have no idea what to expect.

“No need to look so tense, we’re friends aren’t we.”

You give no response. He’s playing on your feelings, you know that for a fact. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. You still aren’t sure where it is he intends to take you. The best thing right now is to be very aware of your surroundings.

“Why does this place feel familiar?”

You know this street. You’ve been down it at least once.

“We're here.”

You both stop in front of a building. It looks completely beaten down. The infrastructure is falling apart. You aren’t sure what it was before. Your gaze shifts to the entrance, and you let out a shallow breath. There’s a bit of writing still engraved on the wall.

“Brings back memories doesn’t it. I remember this high school. All those disgusting people that made your life hell.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

You turn to him. He’s still wearing that comfortable smile. The one he’s always had. There was rarely ever a time where he wasn’t in control.

“Because I want you on my side. You’re strong. You possess the strength I need to make this all a reality.”

“What exactly is this? You’re killing people Geto! You’re hurting innocent people!”

“Were they so innocent when they slammed your head into walls, or broke your ribs.”

You bit down on your lip.

“That’s in the past.”

“I don’t understand why you seem to care so much for the very race that was responsible for all the pain in your life.”

He approaches, and you tell your body to move. Do something, react. Now that he’s right there, you just feel too much.

“I dedicated all of my strength to keeping you safe, you were the one who insisted on leaving. Yet here you stand, proudly wearing the title.”

“I-I was never-”

When his hand lands on your cheek, you can feel your heart stop. 

This is like deja vu.

“I would have killed all of them if it meant you were safe.”

It’s whispered, and your eyes widen.

“We can be together, all you have to do is join me.”

You can see the sincerity in his eyes. 

It makes your own shake.

“I love you (Y/N).”

He brushes a lock of your hair, leaning in. Your lips part. He’s getting so much closer. When he’s just a breath away, you smile.

“Gomen, Geto. I’ve already found the people I love the most.”

He stops, stunned when you reach behind your back. You stop the blade that’s aimed at your head. The blood drips down your fingers, and your eyes move to the back.

“That was a pretty smart tactic.”

The male behind you jumps back, retracting his hand that evens out into his normal limbs. He has a snarky look on his face.

“Geto, she’s stronger than you told me. How unfair.” Mahito speaks.

Geto has moved away as well. You look up lazily. He looks a bit unnerved. For the first time of knowing him, he actually seems a bit rattled. Mahito moves to strike again, but two figures appear at his side, placing their hands on his shoulders. 

All of his actions stop.

“Hello, sorry for the wait. (Y/N) was really strict about following her cues. She’s so bossy.” 

Gojo is wearing a grin, and Nanami adjusts his glasses.

Mahito jumps away in shock, staring at Gojo and Nanami. Geto just studies it all.

“She signaled them so easily. I didn’t even feel a change in her cursed energy.”

He looks for some kind of explanation. When he sees the cursed object resting on Gojo’s shoulder, it makes sense.

“Still using Yaga’s dolls.”

Geto mutters in annoyance. You snap your fingers, and a smaller teddy bear climbs out from under your coat.

“They’ve been with me since I left the school.” 

Geto still smiles, despite being tricked.

“I’ll admit defeat this time.”

You mean to go after him, but Gojo makes no move to stop him, or Mahito. They both retreat. The second you no longer feel that lingering cursed energy, you look at Gojo.

“All we can do is wait. Regardless of his motives, there’s still a number of cursed spirits out there. Even if he fails, they will carry out his plan. We aren’t even sure if he’s the head of all of this. “

You hate to admit it, but Gojo is right. Going into a full on battle in a populated area isn’t exactly ideal.

Nanami reaches for your injured palm.

“You’re hurt.”

You shake your head.

“It’s fine, I’ve had worse.”

Nanami shifts his focus to your face.

“Nanami-san are you oka-mphh!” 

You’re surprised when he just kisses you.

“Hey, what are you doing! That’s cheating!!” Gojo protests.

Nanami pulls back, and you’re just gaping, cheeks red.

“His scent was lingering on you. I needed to get rid of it.”

Gojo takes a step closer, standing behind you. You squeal when he sniffs your neck.

“He’s right, it’s all over you.” 

Gojo places a kiss on your shoulder and you wave your hands around.

“I-Is this really the place for you both to get horny!!”

You can’t believe it. Of course this was their response to a serious situation.

“Idiots…” 

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Alexander (Grimm) - Crossover AU - Chapter 40 - Final

It took a while to walk into Alexander’s office and not be as red as a cherry.

It’s funny how things tend to work out. You can’t help but smile at how it all transpired. You’re on your way to the local coffee shop. Alexander knows how you get when you haven’t gotten your tea. As you’re walking, your focus is diverted when you feel the vibration of your phone. You slide it out of your pocket, still walking forward. 

“Looking as beautiful as ever Ms. Jane.” 

You laugh at the message, texting back. 

“How can you tell?” 

You smile, awaiting the response.

“Look up.” 

You do, and he’s standing by the door of said coffee shop. He reaches for the handle, opening it. 

“After you.” 

You walk over, tiptoeing as you leave a kiss on his cheek with a smile. Once you pull away, he shares your smile, following you inside. You both find a seat after you’ve ordered. 

“So how is crime fighting going with my dad? “

He’d told you about the case he worked with the FBI a few weeks ago. Since then their paths have crossed a few more times. 

“He is quite an interesting man. I see where you get your reckless behavior and addiction for tea from.” 

“It’s not an addiction, I can stop at any time!” 

The statement urges a memory, one that makes Alexander smile to himself.

“So when are you planning to pop the question?” 

Jane’s statement made Alexander stiffen. After the most recent take down of a criminal organization, they were both in the conference room. Alexander was packing his briefcase while Lisbon and the others were busy at their respective desks sifting through paperwork.

“Pardon?” 

Jane just smiled. 

“When are you going to ask my daughter to marry you?” 

It couldn’t get much clearer than that. 

Alexander looks stunned. 

“How did you-” 

“I’m not as clueless as you might think.” 

The statement didn’t seem completely directed at the discovery of his feelings. Alexander narrowed his eyes, and Jane felt appreciative for the one on one. 

“I know about Wesen, I know you’re one of them and I know that somehow my daughter is now a Grimm.” 

If he were expecting anything, it wasn’t that. Alexander’s eyes glowed, but when he saw no reaction, it became clear that Jane was not one himself. He wasn’t sure what to say. 

Jane expected as much.

“When we spoke to her a few weeks ago, we could tell something was wrong. She seemed withdrawn, sad. Then that all changed. I might not have the gift, but I’ve met a few Grimms in my time, and their mannerisms are the same. “

Alexander felt like he should expect nothing less from Jane. Now he felt guilty, because if Jane knew about Grimms, then he knew everything. All of it. His head lowered in shame. 

“I should have done a better job at-” 

“Protecting her?” 

Alexander refused to lift his head, and all Jane could offer was a light pat on the shoulder. 

“I’ve done my best to protect my daughter all my life. After what happened with my family I.. I told myself that whoever (Y/N) ended up with, I would ensure that they were the right one. I know for a fact that person is you. I can say without a doubt that the only person that loves my daughter more than my wife and I, is you.” 

Alexander looked up, and the smile on Jane’s face felt like everything he needed. That reassurance. 

“Regardless of what happened, she’s safe now. I have a feeling that’s because of you and your friends. In the past, all the other people she’s ever worked with, to them, she was just an asset, a tool. But in Portland, she has a family. There’s nothing else a parent can hope for regarding their child.” 

Jane lowered his hand, and he could see the weight of that burden slowly leave his Alexander’s shoulders. The weight he’d been wearing for the last few jobs together. When Alexander reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out the small square black box, Jane’s smile got bigger. Alexander merely chuckled. He should have known better than to try to hide such a thing from someone like Jane. 

“I’ve been holding onto it for a few weeks. More than anything I would like to make (Y/N) my wife. From the moment we met there’s just been something there. “ 

Jane’s eye strayed to the side, glancing at Lisbon at her desk. 

“I completely understand.” 

He looked back at Alexander who still seemed hesitant, gripping the box in his hand. 

“We haven’t known each other for very long and with the discovery of her new abilities, there may be uncertainty on her part.” 

“Do you love her?”

“With every bone in my body.” 

Jane appreciated the honesty. 

“Then you have nothing to worry about. Despite what has happened, you’re still at her side. If your feelings were that fleeting, you would have bolted the second you learned about what she was truly capable of. If you love her, then you need to have faith that your love, as well as hers is enough.” 

Such simple words held so much weight. Alexander found himself sharing the smile Jane wore. Sliding the box back into his pocket, he nodded. 

“When the moment is right, you will know.”

Jane’s words were exactly what he needed. 

Sitting in the coffee shop, looking at you go on about a case, Alexander realized that Jane was right. The both of you have gone through what most people could only dream of. Yet you’re still standing. Faith was all he needed. Because there was a reason that you’d ended up in Portland. 

If he could befriend not one, but two Grimms, then the future, one with you, it must be exactly what he’s hoped for, always wanted. 

He’s happy.

“Do you want some more coffee?” 

The waitress was holding the small pot, watching him expectantly.

Alexander blinked, nodding. 

“Yes, thank you.” 

He hadn’t even realized that he ran out. 

The woman poured him a fresh cup, sending a smile. The way her face lit up made him pause, eyes a bit narrowed. There was something familiar about her. 

“Pardon, but have we met before?” 

She gave a nervous smile, shaking her head as she brushed a lock behind her ear. 

“D-Definitely not.” 

She couldn’t have been older than twenty, and you looked over to gauge the interaction. You were a bit puzzled yourself, because she did look familiar. Her hair reminded you a lot of your own. The way it tended to be early in the morning. But her eyes, if you had to guess, you would say they were similar to Alexander’s.

“Well, enjoy your breakfast!” 

She gave one last smile before she was heading back behind the desk, right into the kitchen. Both you and Alexander exchanged a look. 

“That..” 

Alexander started. 

“It couldn’t be..” 

You mumble.

It must have been your imagination. 

You both share a smile, laughing at the silly idea. Alexander reaches over, taking your hand, and in that moment, you feel truly content.

Life is good.

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Mick Davies (Supernatural) - Extra 1

Taking down a nest of vamps felt like nothing more than a milk run. 

Especially with the advancement in tech. There were still times when things did not go according to plan.

Like Mick getting jumped by a vamp. Dean was clear, he was supposed to stay in the car until you all were sure that all the vamps were there. Yet, Mick had taken it upon himself to get involved and now his little gadget was on the ground, crushed. With the machete in your hand, you glared at the vamp in front of you. Mick was groaning on the floor after the hit he took.

“What you going do, cut me with that knife little girl.”

The older man taunted. He rushed at you, probably assuming you shared the same inexperience as Mick.

A bad call on his part.

With one calculated swing, his head rolled onto the floor, teeth still beared, eyes open. You whipped the blood off your blade, turning just as Sam and Dean rushed into the room with similar bloodied weapons.

“I think we got all of them.” Dean reported. When he saw Mick on the floor along with the golden circular weapon, he groaned.

“We told you to stay in the car.” Dean lectured.

“There were three more outside, I thought you could use the assistance.” Mick said, picking himself up off the ground.

“Not much help when you’re vamp meat.” You spoke harshly.

You were angry, and he could understand why.

“Next time you want to play hero, at least learn how to use a blade. Just in case you try to get yourself or one of us killed.”

Your words were laced with venom, and you walked away, not even offering him another look.

Dean dropped his arms in defeat.

In truth, things have been strained for the last month. After your little care bear incident, things went back to normal. Except you appeared to have no memory of what happened. Dean intended to tease you about it, but after they saw your irritated look from the headache the spell brought, he figured it was smart to just leave it alone.

They’d also realized that Mick had decided the same.

They assumed it would be smooth sailing, but you were a bit more prudent in your hunts and you seemed to direct strong looks and words at Mick any time he did something you didn’t like. The smallest mistakes ticked you off, but they said nothing.

Not until today.

As you all stood at the trunk of the car putting away your weapons, Sam nudged his head in Dean’s direction as he mouthed words. Dean made a face that immediately changed when you looked up. Dean gave an awkward smile that made you raise a brow.

Sam realized that he would have to intervene.

“Sooo, you’ve been a little tough on Mick, don’t you think?”

Sam words don’t earn a desirable reaction.

“I didn’t realize you both were best friends.”

You dropped your bag of weapons in the trunk of the car, and Dean exchanged a look with Sam.

“I’m not saying we’re best friends. I just think if we’re going to keep working together, we’ll need to actually work.”

“I’m working.”

Nothing else is said, because you walk around, opening the door, sliding in. The slamming of the door causes Sam to sigh.

“Told you, never get in the middle of budding romances. It’s always messy.” Dean spoke.

“Shut up Dean.” Sam retorts.

The drive back was pretty quiet. Thankfully Mick had come in a separate car. Dean wasn’t looking for any more awkwardness. The second you’re all through the door, you’re headed for your room.

“I’ll be unpacking, try not to need me until tomorrow. “

You disappear down the hall, and Dean just frowns. When both brothers turn to Mick, he’s confused.

“What?”

“Dude, just talk to her. She’s been a pain in the ass because of whatever weird thing you both have going on. Hurry up and just tell her what happened so we can all just make it through a case without a painfully quiet five hour drive.”

Mick felt like that would be a bad idea. It’s clear that the last person you wanted to talk to was him, but Dean was right. This needed to be sorted.

Mick nods, following down the hall.

“Grab the first aid kit, just in case she pops him.” Dean advises.

At this point, Sam isn’t even surprised.

Walking down the hall, Mick slows his steps when he comes to your room. Usually he’s all about manners, but you’ve been unnaturally hostile, so there’s really nothing else he could do to get you angrier. He opens the door and the second he’s there, you register it closing and you just let out a sound of annoyance.

“Dean, I said I would be unavailable until tomorrow.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, love.”

The accent just added to your agitation.

“I thought you Brits were all about being gentlemen.”

“When the occasion calls for it, we are.”

You snort, unzipping your bag as you stay on task.

“I’m not usually one to read into these types of matters, but you’ve been quite withdrawn as of late and even more curt with me. Have I done something?”

“It’s nothing, you’re overthinking.”

“I don’t think I am.”

His line of questions was worsening your mood.

He would have let it go, but there was more to it.

He could tell.

You refused to look at him, still unpacking your bag that was on your bed.

For some reason you seemed extra harsh with him. Your words were a little tighter and your interactions felt strained. At the start he didn’t think much of it. After all, the both of you hadn’t exactly been best lads. Yet, as his mind trailed back to the start of that behavior it became clear.

This was more than just impatience for his bad hunting.

It must have been…

“You remember everything, don’t you?”

You froze in place, hands gripping the bag.

His little confrontation here in your room was like a reminder of that evening, and when you turned, recognition sparked in his eyes. He could see it.

He was right.

“Why did you lie?”

It didn’t make sense.

Though now your attitude is starting to add up.

“Because it’s wrong!!”

Your yell wasn’t what he expected, and you were wearing that look again.

Not anger specifically, but fear.

“I-I can’t have feelings for you because if I do and you…you betray us then I..”

You were close to tears, and suddenly it made sense. You’d been fighting these feelings for who knows how long, just to protect yourself. You’re scared. You’ve voiced on many occasions how much you love the boys, Cas, Mary. How you would risk everything to keep them safe. So of course a potential threat to them would terrify you.

Mick takes a step forward.

“I would sooner take my life.”

His statement was sobering, and when he looked at you, moving closer, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

He is standing right in front of you, pleading for you to have faith, believe in him.

“I may not have come into this partnership with the same views as you and the Winchesters, but I understand now what’s important. Trust, your trust means everything to me. I would never betray that.”

You released a breath, hands a bit shaky. It had taken everything in you to stay strong, to pretend that those feelings didn’t exist, but it was hard. Looking at him everyday, and acting like you didn’t want to be closer. Reaching out, you cup his cheeks, and his eyes soften. Swallowing, you move closer, and his breath staggers with each inch that disappears.

The second your lips touch, it feels like no time has passed. Like that day in the bedroom had just happened. Your arms wrap around his body and he holds you close, a soft appreciative hum echoing in the space. Your hands tug at his hair, lips joining and parting with a sense of urgency. Before you know what’s happening, you’re pushing your bag off the bed, and he’s guiding you down against the mattress, climbing on top.

After an array of hurried kisses, he finally pulls away, breathless. You lick your lips, legs tightening around his hips.

“I take it, you know what third base is now love?”

His cheeky comment makes your cheeks flush and you can only offer a half hearted glare.

“S-Shut up.”

You grumble.

He just smiles, leaning back in to capture your lips. 

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Mick Davies (Supernatural) - Oneshot

Word Count: 5k+. The ending for Mick made me sad, so I made this little fic to feel better. Enjoy!

They’ve made some questionable choices, so at this point, you really shouldn’t be surprised. 

“YOU WHAT!!” 

Dean winced. 

“Listen, I’m not crazy about them either. Especially after they tried to gank us.” 

“Then why the hell are you working with them!!” 

“Because we can help.” 

Mick walked into the room, and your entire posture changed. Instinctively you reached for your gun, and Sam stepped in front of you to deescalate the situation. 

Standing in the bunker, you wanted to understand why the boys were even contemplating this. It wasn’t just the fact that their operative had tried to kill the boys, but they’d managed to get Mary on their side. You would have understood if you weren’t a naturally cautious person. 

“All we’d like to do is help. This partnership would be beneficial on both sides.” 

You still weren’t convinced, but from the looks the boys were giving you, it’s clear that they’d made up their minds. You didn’t like it, but at the moment, you don’t have a choice. Lowering your gun, you glare at Mick. 

“If anything happens to any of them, you’re the first one I’m killing. Then I’ll gut that guard dog of yours.” 

Mick didn’t look very ecstatic at the threat, but nodded. 

“Understood.” 

That was the way it started. 

Mick would join on cases. There was still the search for Kelly, while Cas was working his angle, you were doing yours, so there were days you would be gone from the bunker days at a time. You were grateful that they’d offered you a place to stay a few years ago. It was nice to have a home, even if it was an apocalyptic structured safe house. 

“Back in the books again.” 

The sound of Mick’s voice diverts your attention. The frown on your face deepens, because the boys are making a food run. So you’re left babysitting. You just turn back to your book, and he wears a tight smile, sliding his hands into his pocket. 

“I understand that our partnership isn’t to your liking, but I assure you that our only intentions are the same. We all want to eradicate monsters.” 

“Is that what your little loose canon was doing when she tortured Sam?” 

He’s not impressed by the statement, and you finally stand. 

“Sam and Dean aren’t idiots, they know as well as I do how this all works. It’s smooth sailing right now, but what happens when we disagree with the way you handle a situation, are you going to kill us like you did those soldiers, or that girl?”

He seems surprised. 

You know he didn’t expect you to find out, but you’re frugal. You haven’t survived so long being careless. Before you met the boys, you were on your own. Looking out for yourself is second nature. Now with them, you feel obligated to do the same. 

Mick’s jaw is clenched tightly. 

“Everything we do is to protect this country.” 

“Is that what you tell yourself to help you sleep at night? It must have been like any other run when you lost your people.” 

Your taunt seems to trigger a response. He steps forward and you falter for a second, because he looks pissed. 

“You have no right to speak so lightly of their deaths. Those were my people!!” 

He’s never yelled before, and when you hear the sound of feet walking in, Sam is quick to pull you both apart, 

“Alright, cool down kids.” 

Dean says creating a barrier. 

You back up, now feeling a bit guilty. It’s true you were trying to get a rise out of him, but you didn’t expect him to get so heated. Ketch was a lot less empathetic, so you assumed the same with him. Turning your head, you walk off. No use poking the bear further. You can admit when you’ve made a mistake. 

After the argument, you decided that you needed a few days away from anything connected to the British Men of Letters. So you took a hunt in Oklahoma while Sam, Dean and Mick were tracking a werewolf in Iowa. 

At least that’s what you thought. 

“Damn hunters!!” 

You grunted as your body was thrown across the room. The landing was harsh, you definitely cracked a rib, or two. 

Staggering to your feet, the woman just laughed. You were disoriented, and your weapon was now on the other side of the room. 

“You’re going to taste great.” 

You lifted your hands to defend, but the gun shots echoed, and then you saw the blade, right before the head of the ghoul rolled onto the floor. Holding your side, you stared as Dean sent you a smile with a blade in his hand and Mick lowered his gun. 

“Looked like you needed a hand dear.”

You weren’t sure what was more irritating, the fact that Mick seems to have greatly improved at hunting, or that he’s looking so stupidly smug. 

There wasn’t much conversation after that. 

After the encounter, all of you skipped town. You were in the backseat with Mick, glaring at the boys. 

“I had it handled.” 

“Yeah, cause it looked handled.”  Dean snarks. 

“I thought you guys were in Iowa?” 

“We were, but when we called to check in and you didn’t pick up, we figured we’d make the trip.” 

You frown, looking out the window. Truthfully you’re grateful for the help. 

“Did you have to bring the brit?” 

“The brit that saved your life, might I add.” Mick counters. 

“Hey, I was the one that chopped her head off.” Dean complains. 

“You want a prize?” You ask sarcastically. 

Dean just continued to grumble childishly, and Sam laughs, shaking his head. 

Regardless of the outcome, the ghoul was dead and you’d escaped with minimum damage. With your pride in your hand, you went bounding through the door, straight to your room. Mick looked about ready to follow you to have a discussion, but Dean grabbed his arm. 

“Give her space. It’s gonna take a while for her to adjust to all of this.” 

Mick didn’t like leaving those matters unresolved, but Sam seemed to be in agreement, so he folded. 

He hoped that with each case that the four of you worked, the closer you would become. Sam and Dean were opening up, but you were still keeping him at arm's length. He knew he couldn’t force it. He’d gained similar resistance when he first tried to recruit hunters. 

It’s clear that this would just be another uphill battle. 

“Are you sure this is the right address?” 

“I believe I am capable of reading an address.” 

His sarcastic response just made you roll your eyes as you both exited the abandoned building. There seemed to be nothing out of place, but your eyes caught the markings on the wall and you froze. Dean and Sam had asked you to follow up on a lead that you had with finding Kelly, and somehow Mick had volunteered to be your partner on the trip. You thought it was another dead end, but the scuff marks in the design of angel wings were easy to spot. 

“Is that-” 

“An angel.” 

The new voice made you both turn around. 

“Are you the ones responsible for smiting my brother?” 

The man standing before you looked pissed, and you moved in front of Mick protectively. 

“We just got here. We’re fighting the same war here, stopping the birth of the literal spawn of you know who. How about we all play nice?” 

“And if I refuse?” 

You dropped the angel blade from your sleeve, gripping the hilt. 

“It wasn’t a request. Back off or you’ll be joining wings over there.” 

He gritted his teeth, but did nothing. After a beat, he stepped back, walking away. You knew with how many angels had already been killed, they couldn’t afford to lose anymore.

Your shoulders relaxed, and when you turned, Mick offered a small smile. 

“I appreciate you standing in to protect my honor.” 

He jokes. 

“Don’t read too much into it. It would just be too much work carrying a body. “ 

You said nothing else, walking away, and Mick just followed behind. 

More than anything, you wanted to hate him, if nothing but to ensure that when those British douchebags went rogue, you wouldn’t feel anything. Yet, with every case, Mick seemed to prove you wrong. He might not have been the best hunter, but he wasn’t like the others. 

Certainly not like Ketch who probably would have left you to bleed out the moment he saw you as a liability. 

That’s why you were a bit surprised that Mick was managing your weight as he rushed you back to the motel. Thes second you both got into the door, he was moving to the bed. You winced. You knew he was trying to be careful, his soft apologies enough proof. 

“I suppose Wendigos are more tricky than we assumed.” 

You’d managed to stop the cannibalistic monster, not without injury. The claw marks on your stomach were prominent. You laid back, trying to catch your breath as Mick rushed into the bathroom, probably to grab a towel. He came back out with one, moving to your side. All of his movements were careful, and when he lifted your shirt, the amount of blood was worrying. 

You were sweating profusely, and Mick cursed under his breath, moving to grab his bag. You were a bit out of it, but you could still make out a bit of his movements. 

“Cas and Dean are closer, but with the rate you’re bleeding, you won’t last longer than an hour, we must stop the bleeding now. “ 

It took you a moment to realize he was mixing something into a bowl. You weren’t sure exactly what it was, but then he pulled out a knife and slit his palm, leaking his blood into the bowl. In seconds he was back at your side, raising his palm as he chanted something you couldn’t make out. You did however feel the flash of pain in your torso. 

You screamed and Mick lowered his head, closing his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain. The spell was excruciating, he knew that, but if it was between a few moments of pain and watching you bleed out, he knew which option he would take. When your screams died out, your head lulled to the side, eyes closed. 

You were unconscious. 

Given the severity of your wound, he wasn’t surprised. He lowered to bowl unto the dresser, sighing in relief when the wound was no longer gushing out blood. This spell was a temporary fix. 

Many British hunters had used it as an aid in the more detrimental cases, mostly as a delay until they could seek proper medical care when injured in the field. 

He was back at your side, running his hand over your hair as he prayed that they would get here fast. 

As faith would have it, twenty minutes later Dean and Cas were practically bursting through the door. 

When they saw the wound, and your state, Cas was clearly confused, but he made quick work at healing you. Once it was clear you were out of danger, Mick explained the situation and advised that with all the screaming you had done, it was probably better that they left before someone came looking. 

Dean didn’t need any more convincing. 

By the time they made it back to the bunker, you were regaining consciousness. A bit groggy, but fine. 

Sam had practically crushed you in a hug and Dean, as well as Cas looked relieved. 

When you were out of your bloody clothes and ready to grab a drink for your crappy night, you didn’t expect Mick to still be there. He was in the main room, at the table, a glass in his hand. 

His gaze seemed distant, and when he noticed your presence, he stood. 

“Well, it seems my worry was a waste. You are practically a Winchester at this point. Indestructible. “ 

His playful words lacked the usual lightness to it, and you weren’t sure what to say, how to respond. From what Dean told you, the only reason you were still breathing was because of Mick. His spell had clotted your blood long enough to hold out for Cas. You’re appreciative, of course you are, but in your mind, there’s conflict. Maybe he could read it, because he placed down the glass, keeping his distance. 

“I know you don’t trust me, and there isn’t much I can say to change that, but I do want to help.” 

You could see how earnest he was, and he had saved your life, so maybe you could extend just a small olive branch. 

“Okay.” 

It was all you could get yourself to say. 

He wasn’t sure what it meant, but there seemed to be a mutual understanding of what this was. So he gave a nod, lifting his glass with a dip of his head. 

After that, there was a little more ease in your exchanges. You had his back, the same way he had yours. The more time you spent, the more he learnt and the less you felt like you had to keep a constant eye on him. 

On one of your more casual hunts, there was less injury. Aside from the door Mick had gotten thrown through, it all turned out okay. 

“I suppose a popped shoulder is a win in the eyes of most hunters.” 

Seated in his spare room at the bunker, you kept lecturing him to stay still so you could reset his shoulder. He finally obeyed and with one quick move, the crack echoed and he groaned as you removed your hands. He did a few rolls, testing it, before he turned to offer his thanks. 

“Good as new. Cheers love.” 

He commended. 

You lifted your head to respond, but the lack of distance became very noticeable and you swallowed at the way his eyes were now watching you so carefully, as if taking it all in. 

“Thank you, truly.” 

“It’s nothing.” 

You muttered. 

You couldn’t maintain eye contact, looking down at your feet. 

You weren’t sure why you were now acting so bashful. This was Mick after all. You wish your heart would obey and stop hammering. Nothing good would come of this. 

“I’m going to check in with Dean. “ 

It was a lame excuse, and the only one you could give as you exited the room. 

The longer he was around, the harder it became to deny that your once mistrustful view of the man was changing. With each case you seemed to observe more, like how dependable he was, or intelligent, especially when it came to lore. 

He might not be the best fighter, but he held the wisdom of a dozen encyclopedias. Then there was the way your name would just roll off his tongue when he was imparting knowledge on a case, or informing you of some monster you lacked insight on. 

“(Y/N).” 

For a moment you paused, because he’d been using your name more and more, and each time it left a little flutter in your stomach. When you realized all the eyes in the room were trained on you, you were quick to school your features. 

“What is it?” 

You tried your best to keep your tone neutral as you took a seat, waiting for them to update you on the most recent case with a witch. 

Once the tasks were dished out, you were all splitting up to work every angle. Mick stopped you before you could enter the car, sending you a subtle look of worry. 

“Are you alright?” 

You nodded, a bit distracted by the way his eyes emitted so much, just for you. 

“I might not be your biggest fan at the moment, but I am here for you.”

That felt like another part you couldn’t shake, his worry for you. There was nothing truly wrong, but he was here offering to be a shoulder for you to lean on. 

“I’m fine.” 

Nothing else was said. Just like that, the three of you were back on the road as Mick headed to his headquarters to catch up on reports. 

The case was easy enough, had you not been distracted the entire time. Hence the reason you were now passed out on the couch in the bunker. After the initial ganking of the witch, you hadn’t managed to evade the last attack. The second they realized you’d been struck, Dean was hitting the books and Sam was dialing up Rowena for advice or help. 

When you passed out, their worry increased. 

The second Sam was off the phone, Dean was ready for a miracle. 

“Good news, this spell isn’t fatal. It’s more of a truth serum. Rowena says it should wear off in a few hours. Turns out the witch gave it to some kid at the high school, she was hoping to take out an entire class, but he messed up the spell. He ended up making a mistake, so it wasn’t as potent. All the kids just got madly honest.” Sam reports. 

“That’s why she went after the girl. When it wasn't working in her favor, she figured she’d do things the old fashion way.” 

“Exactly.” 

Sam concludes. 

Dean just shrugged. 

“Glad we ganked her ass. How long until (Y/N) wakes up?” 

Sam looked a bit worried. 

“Rowena didn’t say. All the other kids went back to normal after a day, so we might just have to wait it out.”

Dean nods, then eyes you a bit suspiciously. 

“Hey, the spell was made for teenagers right?”

Sam’s brows furrowed. 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Well, wouldn’t the effects be different? Teenagers are all hormones but she’s an adult. What exactly are we preparing for?” 

Sam seemed a bit curious now.

“Not sure. I was just happy there was a no death slip attached to it.” 

Dean couldn’t help but agree. Cases, especially with witches tend to be a lot more detrimental.

When they heard you begin to stir against the couch, they both moved to your side. Dean kneeled and Sam took a seat. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” 

You were rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“I..I don’t know.” 

You started to straighten against the cushions. 

“Well we’re glad you're okay. When that witch came at you we got scared. I made sure and put a half dozen bullets in her, just on principle.” Dean states. 

Sam rolled his eyes, and Dean continued to grin, relieved that you were for the most part, okay.

“You..you saved me from the witch?” 

“Sure did.” Dean boasted. 

He expected you to make some snarky response, but when you looked at him, your lips quivered. He was about to question it, but you leaned forward, wrapping your hands around his neck as you hugged him tightly. 

He fell back on his butt in surprise, you landing right into his lap. 

“You’re the best Dean, thank you!” 

He was a bit confused, and Sam raised a brow as Dean made a face, patting your back awkwardly. 

“You’re welcome…?” 

Sam shrugged, and you pulled away with a smile, turning your gaze to Dean.

“You helped too didn’t you Sam?” 

“Uhh..y-yeah I guess.” 

You just gave a tearful smile as you stood, moving over to hug him too. Given the adjusted position, your chest was basically pressed into his face. He froze, arms extended awkwardly as you held him there. Dean was doing his best not to burst into laughter at his brother’s predicament. 

“You guys are the best friends I’ve ever had. I love you.” 

“L-Love you too..” 

Sam muttered, hoping that you would pull away. You did after a few seconds and he wore an awkward smile as you beamed at him. 

“Well, umm since you’re okay, let’s just stay in for the time being. Just to make sure there aren’t any lingering effects.” Sam advised. 

“Sounds good to me! You’re so smart Sam, and your hair is so cute and fluffy.” 

You reached for it, patting his hair like a child and this time Dean let out his laugh. You weren’t sure why he was laughing, but you joined in. 

For the next few hours, they just did research and stayed updated with Cas and Mary. You would go back and forth making sweet comments and asking innocent questions like..

“What’s a treesome?” 

Sam almost choked on his beer and Dean was quick to swipe his laptop from its spot on the table before you. He closed it, clearing his throat. 

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” 

Sam sent Dean an unimpressed look. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault she’s got a teenage brain right now.”

“Maybe if you watched something other than porn it would help.” 

“What’s porn?” 

“NOTHING!” 

They both replied. 

You simply shrugged, and Dean took a seat next to you to get back to the books. You were bouncing in your seat in a childish manner and Sam couldn’t help but appreciate how carefree you seemed like this. 

“I guess with adults it makes them innocent and honest.” He observed. 

“I guess so.” 

You watched Dean who seemed curious. 

“What?” 

“You have pretty eyes. You’re really handsome Dean.” 

His cheeks flushed at the compliment. It’s not like he’d heard anything new. It was just different coming from you. 

“Well I mean, I guess.” 

Sam was laughing at the suddenly bashful Dean who was usually able to talk up a storm with any woman. 

“Shut up Sammy!!” 

You giggled, placing your cheek in your palm. 

“You’re handsome too Sam. Really handsome. I’m so lucky.” 

Sam gave a smile. 

“Thank you (Y/N).” 

You were smiling right back at him as the door to the bunker opened. The idea of more company made you happy, Sam could tell by the excitement in your eyes. When they saw who it was, the nodded to the man. 

“Mick, what’s up?” 

Sam spoke casually. 

He was about to inform on any new updates, but you jumped out of your seat and they all turned to you. Your cheeks were flushed and you were stumbling over your words, just staring at Mick. Your behavior had all of them lost. When you were finally able to speak, it was all hurried. 

“I-I’m going to my room!!” 

You were bolting off without so much as a goodbye, and silence stretched in the space for a good few seconds. 

They were all a bit puzzled, trying to figure out your weird behavior. Then, just like that, Dean looked like a lightbulb went off over his head, and he shuffled over to Sam whispering something in his ear. Mick looked on curiously. 

“You’re kidding.” Sam stated. 

“It makes sense.” Dean reasoned. 

“Something I should be informed of gentlemen?” 

Dean pursed his lips, then grinned. 

“Actually, how about you do a little errand. (Y/N) left these books. You should take it to her. You know, a show of good faith.” 

Mick didn’t really see the angle Dean was working, but he had to admit that any way to get on your good side seemed beneficial. 

“Very well.” 

He moved to the table, taking the books. 

As he walked over, he tried to analyze why you’d practically sprinted to your room without an explanation. He stopped when he got to his desired destination. 

With a soft knock, he stood waiting to be invited in. 

“Come in!” 

Your voice sounded chipper, a  complete contrast to the way you were when you bolted earlier. 

He opened the door, greeted by a bright smile. Yet, the moment you saw it was him, that expression changed. 

“M-Mick!” 

He closed the door, fully expecting you to maybe yell at him. Maybe he’d done something you disliked. It wouldn’t be the first time. He held your books, about to present his case, but he was a bit thrown off by your flustered expression. 

“D-Did Dean send you because he knows I have a crush on you!” 

Your tone was accusing, and suddenly your nervousness made sense. 

Mick stammered, a bit lost, clearly surprised. 

“I..I..pardon?” 

He must have heard wrong, you could not have said a crush.

You were now pacing. 

“We got back from a hunt with a witch and I got zapped. So they said we’d stay in. They are so nice. We’ve been hanging out in the bunker all day. Dean is so funny and Sam is so sweet. I’m so happy. They took care of me. They even let me help with research. B-But then you came and he must have noticed. I’m so stupid why didn’t I hide it better.” 

You dropped onto the bed, eyes lowered to your lap. 

“I’m sorry Mick, I really didn’t want to make things awkward.” 

He was still trying to figure out what was happening. You were acting completely out of character. Then the story of witch hunt ran back over in his head, and the pouty expression on your face started to make sense.

“Those wankers.” 

They knew full well that you’d been spelled. It’s clear they’d sent him in for their own amusement. He wasn't really sure how to handle the situation. Mainly because this was out of his element. He was used to your combative nature. Now you were almost meek, and apologetic. Sighing, he placed down the books on your dresser next to the door. 

“I get it if you don’t want to be friends anymore Mick.” 

You sounded hurt at the thought, and he let out another heavy sigh, moving over to you. 

“There is no need for an apology. It’s clear that all of this is out of your control.” 

Truthfully, these feelings you’re now expressing might just be effects of the spell. He was hesitant, but he finally took a seat next to you on the bed. You lifted your head, and the adoration in your eyes made him swallow. 

“So we can still be friends, even if you know about my crush?” 

He let out a soft laugh despite himself. 

“You don’t truly have such feelings. This witch that you spoke about, it’s clear that you are under some influence.” 

You shook your head defiantly. 

“That’s not true! I’ve liked you for weeks!” 

The confession was humbling. He should have left well enough alone. Heaven knows when you were back to your old self you would have his head, but he couldn’t help it. He’s been intrigued by you for some time now, but you’ve made a habit of keeping your distance due to your mistrust of him and his organization. Now here you sit, looking at him so cutely, confessing feelings he was not even aware of. 

“Do you truly have feelings for me?” 

He was more curious than anything else. 

“I do! You have really pretty eyes, and you’re super smart. Just like Sam. You’re also really nice sometimes, even when I’m mean to you.” 

A small smile made its way on his lips. 

“Is that all?” 

He urged. 

“Y-You’re accent is really hot  and you smell so nice all the time. It used to drive me crazy, especially when we’re on cases and I ended up covered in monster guts. You always seem to be glowing. It’s like magic.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle. He supposed he could get used to this. It’s obvious you were struck with some kind of truth spell. 

When you looked down and started to fidget, he leaned in a bit closer. 

“Is something wrong?” 

You nibbled on your lower lip. 

“Do you…do you like me too..” 

It was just above a whisper. He almost didn’t hear it. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to answer the question. The both of you had gotten a bit closer, at the very least you hadn’t threatened him in a while, but that was as far as your relationship had gone. You weren’t his biggest fan, even if he desperately wanted that space to be gone. 

He’s afraid that regardless of whatever feelings he holds, it would not make much of a difference. You and him are acquaintances at best. You’ve made that quite clear. 

“You like someone else, don’t you?” 

You seemed a bit crushed at the idea, and when you lifted your head, he could see the fresh tears. He wanted to remove them, even though he knew he was the cause. It made no sense. To feel so strongly even though he knew the minute this spell wore off, the both of you would go back to being enemies working towards a common goal. 

He would say anything in that moment to change your expression. 

Cursing under his breath, he cupped your cheek. When he pressed his lips to your own, he swore he’d never felt more alive. His heart was racing in his chest, and a part of his brain expected you to pull away, or punch him in the gut, but you did the opposite. Your hands gripped into his suit, pulling him as close as your bodies would allow and his expression evened out as he melted into the kiss. 

Consequences be damned, this was the best feeling in the world. 

~Extra~

“They’ve been in there a while, you think we should check on them? Maybe she’s killing him.” 

Dean stated. 

“With what? Cookies. She’s like a care bear now.” Sam reasoned. 

“I’m a bit concerned that you know what a care bear is Sam.” 

He just gave Dean an exasperated look.

They were about to go into a verbal battle when he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. You broke the corner with a bright smile. 

“Mick and I kissed!” 

You looked ecstatic, and Mick stumbled into view, looking awkward. 

“Really dude, when she’s spelled?” 

Dean really was the last one who should be judging. 

“I’ll assure you that it never went past a kiss.” Mick spoke, fixing his clothes. 

“There’s more than kissing?” 

You seemed generally lost and Mick’s brows furrowed as he turned back to the boys. 

“Care Bear.” 

Dean stated as if it would explain everything. 

Sam just pressed his palm to his face. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

(Jujutsu Kaisen AU)- Adventures of Megumi Fushiguro and Friends : Chapter 2

Megumi dropping you home from school has become sort of routine. 

His home was in the same direction, so you didn’t feel as bad. He was pretty adamant. A part of you knows it’s more to keep you out of fights. You’re grateful for both his care, and company. 

The sun is hanging fairly low in the sky, and you smile as you move by the park. Swinging your bag, you make idle conversation. Megumi is a very attentive listener. As you buzz by a building, you hear a bark. You pause, and Megumi takes notice. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“No I just…I thought I heard something.” You head behind the building. 

“Hey.” 

Megumi follows as you walk down the shaded alleyway. You’re a bit stunned. There’s two little pups in a box. 

“They’re just puppies.” 

You kneel, reaching out, and the black one begins wagging its tail excitedly. The white one appears indifferent. You can’t help but pet it.  

“Who would abandon such cute doggies?” 

Megumi’s eyes land on the white one, and you pick up the black one. It licks your cheek, and immediately the energy around your body changes. Megumi could practically see the flowers blooming around you. A bead of sweat runs down his cheek. 

“You shouldn’t get so attached."

“Why not, I live alone. I can take them.” 

He sighs. 

“You’re more impulsive than Yuji.” 

Megumi leans down, lifting the white one. When he lifts it, they both just stare at each other. It goes on for a while, and you giggle when you see the warm energy now radiating off Megumi.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad to keep them.” He says it with his head turned. Here he was lecturing you about getting attached. 

“How about you keep one, and I’ll keep the other. That way we won’t have to really separate them at a shelter.” 

“Hai.” 

You laugh at how readily he agrees.

“I guess we’ll have to give them names. “ 

You tilt your head. 

“Tsuya, since your fur is dark.” He barks. 

“I guess he likes it. What about you Megumi?” 

He’s thinking. 

“Akari.” 

“That’s pretty good. Tsuya and Akari. You guys are so cute!! I’ll take care of you!” 

You receive happy yips in reply. 

~~~

On your way to school, you can barely wait to tell Suki the news of your new addition. She loves animals, so you know she’s going to make every excuse to stop by your apartment to visit. After a fresh bath and food, Tsuya was like a pampered baby. He slept right next to you that night, curled into your side. 

“You got a puppy!” 

Suki is gushing as you show her the picture. 

“Hai!! He’s so cute. Fushiguro-senpai has one too.” 

He pulls up his phone to show. You giggle at his picture. Tsuya had practically posed when you took a picture with him. Megumi and Akari are wearing similar expressions. Somehow you feel like they were meant for each other. 

“I can’t believe you convinced him to get a dog!” 

Yuji laughs boisterously, and Megumi smacks him over the head. 

“Urasai.” 

You laugh as Yuji complains. Suki once again moves to the center to break up the fight. You just smile at Megumi. His eyes soften at your expression. Usually he’s not so impulsive with his decisions. But getting the dog was for his own needs, as well as yours. He sort of looked forward to going home that afternoon. It was nice to have someone waiting for him, even if it was just a puppy. 

The day can’t end fast enough. Suki makes promises to stop by whenever she’s free. This is the first day you’re on your own. Megumi left earlier to buy some dog food for his pup. It’s cute how attentive he’s now become. It takes you a while to get home, and you’re immediately greeted by an energetic Tsuya.

“Did you miss me?” 

He jumps into your arms, and you laugh. 

“Let’s both get cleaned up and ready for dinner.” 

He barks in agreement, as you get busy. After a shower and some enjoyable blow drying, you dry your head with the towel on your shoulder as you gather ingredients to make a meal. The doorbell rings, and you lean to the side. 

“It must be Suki-chan.” 

You laugh under your breath moving to the door. You open it, and meet with the tall male. 

“Fushiguro-senpai?” 

This is a surprise. 

“I think Akari was getting lonely. “ 

He has the puppy in his arms, and you step to the side. 

“A playdate!!” 

You cheer. 

“Pardon my intrusion.” 

He slides his shoes off, placing the dog down. It immediately runs to the other,and they both start chasing each other around happily. You smile at the sight. 

“I’m really glad we took them.” 

You say closing the door. 

“I was just about to get dinner started, do you mind watching them for a while.” Megumi nods. 

“Alright.” 

So you head back to the kitchen. Tsuya and Akari spent the next few minutes lying next to each other. You’re surprised at how well trained they are.

“What are you making?” 

You turn at Megumi’s question. 

“Just curry and rice.” 

You wear a grin and he moves closer. 

“With Tsuya and Akari, it feels like we’re parents.” Megumi speaks. 

You look thoughtful for a moment. 

“I guess you’re right, we are parents. It would be cute if they said Otou-san, Oka-san.” 

Just the thought makes you warm, and Megumi is the one who smiles this time. 

“That would mean that Otou-san and Oka-san really care about each other.” 

He inputs. 

“It sure does!!” 

You’re still caught up in cooking, so you don’t truly think about what he’s saying. When the food is finished, you switch the stove off, turning. 

“Dinner is ready!” 

You head to the counter to grab some plates. When you’re done, you gather the utensils. You move to place them on the table, but Megumi is blocking your way. 

“Hmm, is something wrong Fushiguro-senpai?” 

“I like you.” 

Still holding the spoons, there’s clear confusion. But the words go over in your head. Megumi watches as the realization hits you. Heat rises all the way up your neck, face becoming inflamed. 

“W-What are you talking about!! W-Where did this suddenly come from!!”

 You’re waving your hands around crazily, and Tsuya looks up, tilting his head. His ears flop the side, trying to read the room. Megumi places his hand on the counter, and you accidentally drop both spoons, just gaping. 

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” 

You can’t meet his gaze.

“I-I…I-I uhhh…” 

This is unexpected. 

“Gomen.” 

Megumi lowers his gaze. He takes one step back, turning around. Before he can get far, you grab the back of his shirt. He stops, looking back at you slowly. 

You refuse to meet his gaze. 

“Y-You don’t make me uncomfortable Megumi.” 

This is the first time you’ve used his name like that. 

“W-When we found them, I was really happy that you agreed. N-Now I have an excuse to come and see you whenever I want.” 

His blue eyes shake at your confession, and a smile makes its way on his face. 

“You don’t need an excuse to come see me.” 

Your blush darkens, and you release him. You still can’t truly look at him. 

“O-Okay.” 

“Aren’t you going to look at me?” 

You shook your head cutely. 

“I like you, (Y/N)-san.” 

Your shoulders are shaking, you didn’t think it was possible for you to be more flustered than before. 

“I like you, I really like yo-” 

You push forward, wrapping your hands around his torso as you bury your face into his chest. You’re way too embarrassed to say the words, but Megumi understands.

He pats your head with a smile. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

(Jujutsu Kaisen AU)- Adventures of Megumi Fushiguro and Friends : Chapter 1

“Just look at her.” 

You hear the giggles from behind the building. It’s after school hours. The only reason you’d stayed back was because this week you’d been assigned duty. Three girls are circled around a freshman. 

“P-Please, I have to get home.” 

The blond girl is clutching her books to her chest. Her uniform is soaked, and you grit your teeth. Making a sharp turn, you go sprinting in their direction. 

One of the girls turns at your quick steps. 

“What the-” 

Her face meets the bottom of your shoes as you kick her with all the force you can. She crashes to the ground, and the blond at the center looks stunned. Straightening, you glare. 

The leader of the group smirks. You know her too well. This isn’t the first time she’s done this. 

“Trying to play the hero.” 

She taunts. 

You rush at her, but she blocks your fist, firing one of her own. You cough at the collison, but you don’t back down. Her friend grabs you in a headlock from behind, and you gasp when you receive another blow to the stomach. Her punches keep coming, and the girl who’d recently been a victim flinches with every hit that connects. She stops after a while, releasing you. Your knees buckle, and the leader walks off. 

“They aren’t worth the trouble, let’s go.” 

She and her little group just walked away. The blond is still pretty much cowering, and she rushes to your side when they’re gone. 

“A-Are you alright! You shouldn’t have gotten involved, t-this is all my fault!” She’s crying and you offer a smile. 

“I’m okay.”

You stand, and the blond is stunned at how unaffected you look. 

“Y-You’re fine?” You nod. 

“She barely put a dent.” 

You wipe off the blood from your lips, looking down at your arm. 

“People like that enjoy feeling like they’re in control. If I’d beaten the crap out of all of them, I’m pretty sure sensei would have found out. I just needed to make sure you were okay Suki-chan.” 

“Y-You know me?” 

“Hai, you help out with all the club activities. You’re not very good at saying no.” Her cheeks flush, and you giggle. 

“Come on, I have a change of clothes in my locker. If you stay in those you’ll get sick.”

You begin walking, and she takes a moment to collect herself. 

“H-Hai Senpai!!” 

~

Your little show apparently has worked like a charm. 

Suki hadn’t been bullied since then. She’d pretty much flocked to your side after the encounter. The three girls responsible are walking around like they’re untouchable, and you grin. Entering the school yard that morning, you’re listening to Suki rant about a litter of kittens she’d found a few days ago and took to a shelter. 

“They were so adorable, I really wish I could have kept them all. “ 

“I’m sure they’ll find a good home. “ 

You’re so taken in the conversation that you fail to see the boy right in front of you. Your head hits his shoulder and you stumble back. He blinks. 

“Ah, gomen.” 

He rubs his head, laughing softly and you shake your head. 

“It’s my bad, I should have been paying more attention.”

Suki shrinks back. You knew she was possibly expecting a fight to break out. Her interactions with other students haven’t been that great. The pink haired boy’s gaze landed on her, and his eyes brightened. 

“Hey, I know you!!” 

She goes into full panic mode. 

“GOMEN!!” 

You can’t help but smile. 

“Suki-chan, he’s talking about from the play.” 

He nods eagerly. 

“Yeah, you helped make the cool costumes, they were awesome!!” 

She lifts her head, and she blushes. 

“I-It was nothing.” 

“I’m Itadori Yuji, nice to meet you Suki-chan!” 

You can tell she’s stunned that he’s addressing her like they’ve been friends forever. Something tells you he’s one of the airheaded types. 

“Is he bothering you?” 

Another male walks over, and so does a girl. 

“I wasn’t!! This is Suki-chan, she made the costumes for last month’s festival.” Yuji sounds so proud about it. 

“Really, they were so cute!! Could you make one for me?” The girl with the short brown hair is at Suki’s side in seconds. You send her a warm smile and a thumbs up. 

“I have to get something from my locker, I’ll see you in class Suki-chan.” You wave before she can protest, and you run off. This was her chance to become more acquainted with other students. 

You feel like a proud mother as you walk away. 

Completely oblivious to the pair of blue eyes that follow you. 

After that it felt like Suki was adopted by the squad. 

The days seem to become a lot more lively with Yuji and the others around. 

You’ve gotten quite used to all of them. 

Nobara is confident, strong and not surprisingly very fixated on cute things. She took every chance to ask Suki’s advice on clothing and shoes. Yuji is a knucklehead. 

Megumi, he’s sort of a mystery. 

Despite their clear differences, they seem to get along like siblings. 

It was funny watching them bicker back and forth. Even better when Suki did her best to stop arguments. Her shy nature made it entertaining to watch. She was like a bunny fidgeting in the middle. 

After your club activities, you’re on your way home.  You tug at your sleeve with a frown. The last encounter left you with a nasty bruise that was still healing. The uniform covered most of it up. But if you stretched it would peek out. You really didn’t want anyone seeing that. 

You grunt when you knock into someone’s chest. 

Megumi takes a step back at the slight collison. 

You look up, flushing. 

“Ah, Fushiguro-senpai, gomen. “ 

You rub the top of your head. 

“You should be more careful.” 

He recalls you being in a similar situation with Yuji. Apparently you made a habit of running into things. 

“H-Hai. I was sure after Itadori-san I’d learned my lesson.” 

You laugh softly. Megumi just observes. 

“It’s not smart to get involved with situations like you did last time.” 

You blink, and somehow his stare feels probing. You pull at the sleeve of your shirt lower, blocking the small bruise. 

“I-I don’t know what you mean. I should really get going. “ 

You give a bow, right before you take off. 

Since then your interactions with him are a bit awkward. You aren’t sure why, but the fact that he knows is a bit unnerving. 

He must have seen you that day. 

This particular afternoon, you’re seated at a bench in a park on your way home. Your thoughts are a bit scattered, and you don’t mind the view. You could spend a few moments just enjoying the view of the lake. It’s so peaceful.

You spot a head of dark hair in the distance, and when the male takes a seat, you find yourself looking at anywhere but him. It’s clear that he’s noticed your need to avoid him as of late.

“Gomen, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable last time.” 

You shook your head. 

“I should be the one apologizing. I suppose I hadn’t planned to get discovered. “  

You laugh, scratching your head. A habit you’d picked up from Yuji no doubt. Sitting on the bench with Megumi, he’s once again studying you. Lowering your head, you look at your lap. 

“A lot of guys are put off by scars and bruises like this.”

It felt wrong to just leave the freshman on her own. They were seniors, they should have known better. You would have preferred not to fight. 

“Suki-chan didn’t even do anything wrong. Those girls were just being cruel.” 

You ball your fists into your skirt. A hand reaches over and is placed right over your clenched palm. Your eyes widen at the contact, and you lift your head. 

“It was brave of you to step in. I just hope you’ll be more careful in the future.” 

His blue eyes hold worry and warmth. 

“I-I’ll be more careful. I promise.” 

You’re stunned that he hasn’t said anything about the bruise. He’s not like what you expected. 

“T-Thank you for looking out for me.” 

You say as you close your eyes bashfully. He’s still touching you. It has your pulse racing. You know it’s merely a friendly gesture, but it feels like so much more. 

“Fushiguro-senpai.” 

You’re about to ask him how he even found out about all that happened. You hadn’t seen anyone there when it happened. You open your eyes, and you're caught in the way his expression has changed. Somehow you’ve forgotten the question you were about to present. 

“Fushi-” 

“Megumi.” 

“Eh?” 

“I think we’re passed the point of formalities, don’t you?” 

“EH!! I didn’t know Fushiguro-senpai was such a smooth talker!” 

His persona was so cool and collected, you shouldn’t even be surprised. 

“I-It feels a bit awkward to address you so freely.” 

His hand slides over the top of your hand, slipping into your palm. 

“Hyah!! He’s holding my hand!!” 

“If it’s a request I make, then you shouldn’t feel awkward.” 

You’re quite honestly every shade of red. You can’t find the proper words. 

“KYAA!! I’m not going to make it!!” 

You’ve never been in such a situation. Megumi smiles, standing, still holding your hand softly. 

“Let me walk you home. “ 

“H-Hai.” 

You follow him like a little puppy. 

Maybe you should be more careful around Megumi. 

He’s too suave for your heart to handle. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 14

“Thank you Sensei!” 

You nod at the student with a smile. 

“I wonder how Suno is doing.” 

It feels a bit strange teaching without her in the class. But according to the other first years, she was advancing quickly. Becoming more comfortable. Striving. It’s a relief. You’ve always known she possessed potential. Turns out it was far more than what you could have expected. 

There’s a knock at the door, and you turn. The secretary is standing there with a smile. 

“(L/N)-sensei, may I borrow you for a second?” 

“Of course. Please continue the project, I’ll be back in a moment.” You advise the class. Stepping outside, you slide the door closed. 

“Is something wrong?” She shakes her head as you both walk together to the office.

“Quite the contrary. You have a visitor. A handsome one at that.” 

She could have been talking about either of the men you know. You chuckle at the thought. As you step into the office you raise your head. The first thing you take in is the attire of this individual. 

“Would you mind giving us a moment alone?”  The male says politely. She nods, taking her leave. Your hand shakes for a brief moment, and you tighten it into a fist to stop the tremors. 

“I was very eager to see you again. I hope I’m not intruding on your time (Y/N).” You swallow. 

“This is bad.” 

It’s the second period. The school was filled with students, not to mention faculty. If he’s planning an attack, right now is an ideal time. It would be impossible for you to stop him as well as any accomplices he may have. 

“Gojo was right.” 

“Relax, I’m only here to talk. Would you like to take a walk?” 

You don’t have much of a choice. You snap your fingers behind your back as you nod. 

“Let’s go Geto.”

The best and only option is to get him far away from the school. 

You hate the fact that you feel so helpless. There’s always been a part of your life that you lacked control. But this is different. As you join him, your mind drifts to Gojo’s words. That day when he’d confided in you. 

“He wasn’t always like that. I think after Amanai, a lot changed. “ 

It’s not often that Gojo is serious. 

As he sits here in your living room. It feels like the entire aura of the room has changed. He’d pretty much told you everything. There’s a lot that Gojo has kept to himself. You always knew that behind those smiles and tasteless jokes, there was something there. From the way he speaks, it’s clear that Geto wasn’t the only one who cared about her. 

“Riko Amanai, she was important to you too.” 

“She was.” 

No denial. 

You can’t help the pain in your gut. That girl, she was someone they both cared for, and they were the ones who had to watch her die. That day when Geto lost control, in a way it makes sense. There’s a part of you that wishes you could bring her back, maybe then this battle that is approaching would not exist.

“G-Gojo I-” 

Your eyes widen when he leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips. He stays there for a few seconds, pulling back with a smile. You can see the weight behind his gaze. 

“You can’t change the past, nor can you change his mind. He’s already chosen his side. I tried, but he made his decision.” 

Your eyes lower, and you clench your fists into your lap. He can tell from your expression that those aren’t the words you want to hear. 

“If he approaches you again, don’t try to shoulder it all on your own, we’re here. We’ll protect you. Lean on us.” 

That’s what he said. More than anything, you know that. Gojo might act like a fool, but he’s there when it counts. 

When it’s necessary. 

“I trust you, Gojo, Nanami.” 

Regardless of how it seems right now, they have your back. 

That’s all you truly need. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 13

“You have to be careful. He’ll come after you now. We still aren’t sure how many cursed spirits he’s working with. Be on guard."

Nanami’s words are ones of concern. You never thought Geto was someone you would ever have to worry about doing harm. 

It’s been about a week. 

No sign of him, or any activity on special grades. 

You should be relieved, but it feels like something is brewing.

“Sensei.”

You clock back in, moving to the student to provide assistance.

No matter what you did, you can’t stop thinking about it.

The memories of him.

~Years Ago~

“Hey look, it’s the ghost hunter!”

The kids chasing you laugh shoving your shoulder, but you barely react. 

This isn’t the first, and it most certainly won’t be the last. One of the boys grabs your bag, and you grunt when you’re pushed to the floor.

“She’s so weird.” The laughter continues, and you raise your head. Behind them is another teen.

“It’s a bit cowardly to pick on someone you know can’t defend themselves, don’t you think.” His eerie way of speaking makes them halt. The boy holding your bag drops it, taking some steps back. This boy is from another school, maybe two years older.

“L-Let’s get out of here, she’s not worth it.”

They take off in the opposite direction. You dust off your skirt, reaching for your bag. The boy lifts it, holding out his hand.

“You don’t have to keep helping me. Sooner or later they’ll get bored. “ You take his hand, and he pulls you to your feet. You stumble slightly, but he catches you in his arms. You look up, and you blush at the lack of distance. Geto looks at you for a second, now wearing that smile he usually has. It’s impossible to read what he’s thinking. You pull back, taking your bag.

“A-Anyway, why are you here?”

His hands slip into his pockets.

He didn’t say a word, this time when you look at him, his expression has changed.

“Did you..see another one?”

He nods.

“It was a special grade.”

That’s what you were afraid of. Special grades were the ones you prayed you never have the unfortunate luck to see. Right now you caught glimpses of regular cursed spirits just hanging around people. For the most part they were harmless. Others, not so much. You walk a bit closer to Geto, instinctively grabbing his arm from the side. You hadn’t meant to. But the mention of that caused a chilling feeling to rush down your spine.

“It’s alright, trust me, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

It’s the first time he’s said something like that. Yes, in a way he’s always looked out for you. But you just assumed it was out of pity. You were weak. He felt sorry. That was your relationship.

Maybe there was more to it than that.

~

“You’re not so tough now that he’s not here to save you huh!”

The boy in front of you has a noticeable bruise on his face.

“I was already having a pretty crappy day, now it’s much better. “ You clutch your bag a bit tighter, backing up. The instinct is to run, but he grabs you by the hair, and you do your best not to cry as he yanks it roughly.

“Think you’re all that. This will show you to turn me down in front of my friends.. I was just doing you a service and you made me look bad.” He slams you into a wall. You slide down, body shaking.

“Dumb bi-”

You jolt when you hear him yell out. Something drops with a thud, and when you look up, someone is standing over him. You recognize the uniform immediately. Geto raises his fist, and the blow that connects to your bully’s face draws blood.

His nose is most definitely broken now. But that doesn’t seem to stop Geto. He delivers another, and another. Each hit looks more painful than the last. You flinch, because the teen is most likely unconscious now. You rush forward, grabbing Geto’s hand as he’s about to strike again. He stops mid way, looking back down at you.

“I-I’m okay.”

Geto lifts his hand slowly, moving back. You release your hold, and you mean to take a step back, but your body buckles.

Geto catches you, and you flush.

“W-What the hell are you doing? Put me down, I can walk!!”

He doesn’t reply this time, but his eyes seem almost worried when he looks at you. There’s a pain you never thought you’d actually see. He looks away, walking off.

You just stare.

“Geto…”

He was scared. For…your sake.

“Thank you, Geto.”

~

“Geto, do you want some? I made extra.”

You cover the pot, turning around. You’re a bit startled at how close he’s actually standing. He’s directly behind you. You look up in question.

“Geto?”

He finally registers the call, because he looks down at you.

“Gomen.”

He doesn’t say much more than that.

“Why are you acting weird?”

He still doesn’t say much. You’re a bit stunned when his hand lands on your cheek. You’re frozen in your spot.

“G-Geto..”

Some part of you has hoped for this for so long. When with you, there’s a difference in everything he does. He leans closer, and you clench your eyes shut. A few moments passed, and he pressed his forehead to your own.

“I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

You can't open your eyes. So you just nod.

“O-Okay.” 

Geto smiles.

“I suppose for now, this is enough.”

It’ll have to be for him.

~

“I’m quitting Geto.”

There you stand in the dark uniform of Jujutsu Tech.

“I’m no good at this. I’m not strong, and I can’t watch anyone else die because of it. I’m weak. I’ve always known that. I accepted it.”

“Then why did you join?” He sounds angry, and you can understand why.

“Because I..I..”

A part of you just wanted to prove to the world that you weren’t useless. Gojo always ran around calling everyone weak, but this was different. The moment you’d met the white haired male, you knew he was on a different level. It was almost inhumane, the strength he held. Looking at him just instilled what you already knew. You’re not a warrior. You’re just a person who was unfortunately born with the curse of seeing the worst of the world.

“I just wanted to be at your side.”

You can tell something clicks.

“I want to-”

“You’re family (Y/N).” 

You pause.

“To me, you’ll always be family. If you want to walk away, then I won’t stop you. But I can’t protect you anymore.”

Was it possible to hear a heart breaking? You aren’t sure. The pain you feel seems to be screaming. You just swallow, turning your head.

“Guess this is goodbye then. See you Suguru-san.”

His hand is clenched in the manner that you’ve addressed him. You don’t let him see you cry. The tears don’t fall, you make sure of it. 

As you’re walking away, you keep your head high, even if the last thing you feel at that moment is confidence. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 12

"Are you sure?" 

You nod at Gojo's question.

"I thought it was going to attack him, but it came after me and he just stood there..like he knew it. Like they were friends."

Those words hurt to say. Geto is your friend.

"No..."

He was your friend.

"This is a shock."

Both men were sitting, listening attentively to all you were saying.

"I want to tell Principal Yaga, but I don't know who I can trust anymore."

Nanami folds his arms, turning to Gojo.

"Were you aware of this?" 

Gojo shakes his head.

"I came to the conclusion that it had to be someone on the inside, but I didn't put it together."

A part of you wishes you didn't know.

"Something else happened."

This next part is a bit hard for you to fully explain, you didn't understand it yourself.

"Something else?" Nanami asked.

"Yes I'm not really sure how to put it." 

You look down at your hand. Gojo is fully focused.

"That special grade came right at me, I barely had a chance to react, much less defend but somehow I managed to subdue it. It was only for a moment but..for a second I could have sworn that everything around me slowed down."

Gojo placed his hand under his chin.

"You manipulated time."

"I don't know. That's never happened before. Even when I went against both of you, I was struggling. I could hardly keep up with Nanami, and it was so easy for you to land attacks on me, Gojo. "

"It's possible that your cursed energy surfaced for a moment. This is intriguing. " 

He moved closer, leaning in, just watching you.

"W-What?"

"Your body, it's learned to differentiate between practice and battle."

"T-That's crazy, you make it seem like I have no control over it."

"In a sense you don't." 

He stands upright with that stupid knowing grin on his face.

"We all react to danger differently, but the one constant is fight or flight. Humans, animals, even spirits possess this. What you do in a time of crisis is important, and your body knows that, so does your cursed energy. This entire time I've been trying to forcefully get you to manifest your full power, but I don't have to. You already know what to do. "

It's weird how he knows your body better than you. But this was Gojo after all. You should be relieved that at least you're not useless in the battle to come. But still, you can feel that ache that wouldn't leave.

The weight that's hanging on your chest. Nanami pays close attention to your crestfallen expression.

"Your reaction to Suguru Geto, there seemed to be something stronger behind it."

Leave it to Nanami to notice that. Your smile is a bit forced.

"I..used to have feelings for him, back when we started out."

You were much like Nanami in a sense when it came to your view on sorcerers. A part of you was so put off by him at the start because you could relate. That's the reason you had not met him before, or any of Gojo's students. 

You'd left three weeks into your training. The lack of your abilities scared you, and you thought you could just go back to a domestic life if you just put it all behind. But in the end you came back. It took years, but you came back. Now you have to watch someone you care about try to tear the world apart with this war that would follow.

"I met him before I joined Jujutsu Tech. He helped me a couple times when the kids in my class were being a nuisance. He was a little older so naturally I admired him, cared for him, even though it was obvious he'd never return those feelings."

This confession leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"He is a fool."

You don't expect that from Nanami.

You glance at him, and Gojo smiles.

"Not only for the side that he's chosen, but for letting you slip by. He never was very good at those things." 

Gojo waves his wrist back and forth casually. You giggle, despite yourself. They both look a little more relaxed, and now so do you.

"So how about I keep you company tonight (Y/N)-chan. I don't feel right leaving you here all to your lonesome."

Gojo pulls you into his chest as you blush. 

A pulse rises on Nanami's head.

"You're shameless." Nanami comments.

"She isn't complaining."

You just heave out a sigh.

"What am I going to do with these two?"

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 11

"Until recently I was a virgin, and now.."

You blush.

"I'm having more sex than a freaking porn star."

Gojo left marks all over your body. Just thinking about it was getting you worked up. You shake your head profusely, slapping your cheeks.

This was a bit embarrassing. At least you were done with work for the week.

It's one of the more relaxing days.

School had let out a while ago. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, your eyes shift to the sky. More pressing matters had started to flood your mind.

"Be careful. There's been a lot of activity. We still aren't sure of their affiliation with all the special grades."

Principal Yaga was right to worry. Gojo acts like he's unaffected, but you know he must be at least a little worried. You turn down a corner, and your eyes grow wide at the male that walks past you. The second you turn around, his body seems to disappear in the crowd.

"It couldn't be.."

You race down the street evading bodies as you chase the flow. A sharp turn down the street, and you stumble before you gather your footing. You're at a dead end.

"What a nice surprise."

You look up, and there he is.

"Geto..."

He waves with a smile.

"Nice to see you again (Y/N)-san, you really have grown." 

He jumps down from his spot on the roof, landing right in front of you.

"I'm shocked you were able to find me so quickly. Then again, there is so much even you don't know."

"W-What are you talking about?"

Why was he acting like this? You hadn't seen him in years and he was acting so strange.

"Geto why are-"

You flinch, because a body appears right next to him. The energy hits you almost immediately, and when it looks up, you see the white armored body and the two roots protruding out of where it's eyes should be.

"GETO!! RUN YO-"

All you do is blink, but it's right in front of you. You're not sure your body has time to fully react, its hand reaches out, and it all feels like it happens in slow motion.

"What's going on..."

You're positive that it's moving at a natural speed. It must be, but your eyes are tracking everything slower than it should. You look down at your hand in awe.

"Did it hit me with something?"

You contemplate that maybe this was its attack, some kind of time warp. But that doesn't seem likely, it's still coming for you.

"You have a lot of potential, but you have to chase after it.

Gojo's words are the ones that flash through your mind at that point.

You reach out your hand slowly, opening that palm and facing it at the cursed spirit. Time somewhat speeds up, and the hand you have outstretched touches it's head. It flies backwards, right into the building and you just stare. Geto's eyes open.

"I underestimated her."

You mean to question him, but Geto just sends you another smile, folding his arms into his coat.

"I'll be seeing you (Y/N)-san." 

There's no explanation. 

He's gone. 

The energy of that special grade is also gone.

Your body shakes slightly, and you take a few breaths, hand moving to grip your chest. You needed to get to the school, report that incident immediately, but how can you do that? If Geto was in alliance with cursed spirits, then who could you really trust.

"You can trust them."

It's a fleeting thought that raced through your mind. Clenching your palm, you take off.

~~

"(Y/N)-chan called us both here, how mysterious~" 

Nanami didn't make a comment, just pulled out the chair that Gojo had planned to sit on. His butt hit the ground and he frowned.

"Oii, Nanami!!"

Usually he wasn't so childish, but Gojo tends to bring out that side of people.

The door to your apartment opens, and Nanami lifts his head. So does Gojo. They expect to see a lighthearted expression, but the tears are the first thing they process. You look up at them, and the droplets cascade down without warning. Nanami and Gojo are at your side in an instant.

"What's wrong!" 

They ask urgently.

You wipe at your eyes, shoulders shaking.

"G-Geto-senpai..."

You force out. It was all they'd managed to get out of you before you started to tear up again. You didn't say much after that, just wrapped your hands around both their necks as you pulled them into a hug. You held on as if they would disappear the very second you closed your eyes. Nanami's head lowered, hand rubbing soothing circles on your back and Gojo stroked your head.

"It's alright." 

He muttered.

Even he couldn't say if that statement was true.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 10

It's one of those times where Gojo has decided to crash at your place.

He's laying on your couch.

After you've gotten out of the shower, you glance over at him.

"He really does whatever he wants."

That will probably never change.

He's wearing that blindfold as usual. Lowering your towel, you look at him, inching closer to the couch.

"His eyelashes are pretty thick."

You remember vividly just how beautiful he looks, especially up close. This may be the one time you'll be able to admire without his knowledge. You climb onto the couch quietly, straddling his hips.

"Just a peek should be fine."

He made a habit of messing with you constantly. This was the least you could get in return.

Your fingers touch the material, and you try to slide it up. When it's moved, his eyes are closed. You marvel at his features.

He may be an idiot, but he is attractive.

"How naughty (Y/N)-chan." You jolt, and he flips your positions. With your hands now pinned to the couch, you stare up in surprise.

"I-I thought you were asleep!!"

"Were you trying to take advantage of me while I slept?"

"DIE!!"

He just smiles.

"It's flattering that you would try to sneak a peek." You gulp at his stare.

"G-Gojo w-wait I-" He kisses you before you can say much more, and you relent.

You're embarrassed at how easy it's become for him to drive you crazy. Your eyes are closed for just a moment, and when you feel the tug on your wrist, he moves back with a satisfied grin.

"What the...w-what is this!!"

"I have to punish you for letting Nanami touch you before I did." The tie at your hand ensures that you can't pose any resistance, and you look back at him.

"G-Gojo quit messing around!"

"I'm not."

With your back on the soft surface, you look up. Gojo's hands slip into your shorts, and you lose your voice.

"Don't be shy, I want to hear everything."

He swipes his tongue, and you're moaning as you pull at the knot on your wrists. It was unfair that he was doing this and you couldn't even touch him.

"Argh AHHH!"

You ripped it into pieces and Gojo pulled back.

"Woah, you broke through with sheer strength!" He praises. Your annoyed gaze is fixated on him, and he sweat drops.

"Maybe the tie was too much. "

"You think!!" He just laughs, and you look away.

"He..really shocked me for a second there. "

You can't argue that there are some very attractive parts of Gojo. He liked to mess around, but at the end of the day, he could have done so much. He had the power to achieve anything. But here he was at Jujutsu Tech, training students to help others. You reach out, and he pauses when you touch the top of his hand. It dawns on you then that you're probably one of the few people that have been able to get this close to Gojo.

Even his students and colleagues. They aren't allowed this. It's childish to feel happy for something so silly. You move closer, reaching out, your fingers brush the cloth over his eyes. He doesn't stop you. Sliding it off, his sapphire orbs are revealed to you. His hair is also no longer supported by the band. It drops, partially covering his face. You drop the material, palm resting against his cheek.

"It's lonely sometimes, isn't it Gojo?"

That confident smile he usually wears isn't present. His hand rests gently on your own that's covering his cheek.

"Not so much anymore."

You smile. That's possibly the first time he's been honest with himself. You don't say much more than that. You stand, taking his hand. Turning, you head up the stairs. You just keep your eyes forward for the entire trip. You step through the door, and he follows. You're back pressed to the door, you look down at your feet.

"(Y/N) are you-"

You flick the lights off. Gojo tries to gauge your expression. When he finally gets a look at your face in the dark room, he can't stop staring. Your cheeks are every shade of red. There's not much but the street light outside giving you a soft glow. The curtains are slightly parted, and the moon sits high in the sky.

"D-Don't look at my face."

You mumble. There's rustling, and that's when he takes notice of your shirt hitting the ground. Your pants follow, and now you're just standing there in your underwear. You hug your chest bashfully. Gojo takes a step forward and you do your best to stand firm. The closer he gets, the faster your heart goes.

"If you tempt me like this, don't expect me to just walk away. "

You finally look up when he is right there.

"I don't want you to."

You can't get yourself to say that, so you take the last step forward. Your hand is a bit unsteady when it reaches for him, and for a second you pause.

"Can I..touch you?"

Gojo moves forward, and a soft sound slips out right before he kisses you. Your body trembles. Both from the eagerness of this kiss, and the way his clothes brush against your bare skin. His hand slides down your waist, urging you to press into him. You can barely keep up with the movements of his tongue. You pant between the little breaks you're offered, and you have to pull back for a moment to regain your breath. Gojo huffs, and you jolt when his lips drop onto your neck. His teeth sink into your skin as he leaves his mark.

You release a soft sound. It's a bit of a whine and a moan.

"Call me by my name."

He demands

You flush.

"S-Satoru.." 

He pulls back to shed his jacket, and you watch in anticipation. The second his upper body is exposed, you can feel the heat rush through your body. He's taunt and muscular. The clothing makes him look awfully slender, but there was a lot that hid under those dark layers. You want to feel him. Your palm lays on the warmth of his chest. Gojo studies every action and reaction. You pause, because there's a strumming beneath your fingers.

"His heart is..beating so fast.."

He looked so controlled, unaffected. You supposed it's naive to assume you can read his expressions. His body was a lot more honest. That half lidded gaze is directed at you. Now you're positive that your heart rate is the one that's excited.

"Please, touch me. "

Gojo apparently doesn't need much more than that. You blink, surprised when you're now laying on the bed. You look down, startled that your panties are now also gone.

"EH!! H-How did you do that so quickly!"

He places his finger by his lips with a grin.

"I'm not going to hold back."

"Nani? What does he mean by that?" His hands part your thighs, and you panic when he moves down your body.

"W-Wait a minute what are you doing y-you're not supposed to go down there!!"

Gojo just chuckles.

"So you really were a virgin, how adorable. I'm still upset with you (Y/N)-chan."

"L-Let's not do anything drastic that we-" you gasp, because his lips land right at your center. You back arches, and your eyes shut as you cry out.

"S-Satoru!!"

He doesn't stop, somehow it feels like his tongue goes deeper. Your hands gravitate to his hair, and you pull at it. You find yourself pulling him closer. You want more, you need more. He seems to be enjoying everything. A sound echoes deep in his throat, and you can feel the vibrations. You feel somewhat delirious. Your legs shake.

"She's close."

He pulls away, and a tear actually slips from your eyes. You're panting, chest rising with haste. Your body feels way too sensitive now. If he even flicked a particular area right now, you would probably cum right there. Gojo lifts your body, and you just allow him to do what he wants. You don't truly take in the adjusted position, because you're still a bit dazed. You glance over your shoulder, chest now slightly pressed into the mattress. You're slowly gathering your wits. Gojo's hands take either side of your hips, lifting them slightly.

"What are you..doing?" You ask. Your voice is a bit distant.

"Punishing you of course, although this may feel more like a reward. All the same I suppose."

He's right behind you. It takes you a brief moment to notice that he's no longer wearing pants. Gojo is fully naked now. You don't get an opportunity to ask anymore questions. He enters you from behind and your eyes grow wide at the length pushing through.

Your moan sounds like a bit of a scream, because he slams into you rough. Your body jerks, and so does the bed. Clenching your hands into the sheets, your body takes in every powerful thrust that Gojo gives. His hand links with your free hand, and he leans down. You can feel his chest pressed into your back. He doesn't relent. If anything he speeds up. Each movement urges a more desperate sound from your lips.

"I've always known you were an extraordinary woman. You're taking it all so willingly, and begging for more." His dirty little whispers are like more shocks of lightning that run right to your core. This felt nothing like what you'd expect a punishment to be. It was all too good.

You can't help yourself, you let out a scream. 

Gojo smirks, holding in a moan of his own.

Tonight wasn't going to end here. 

He knows that much. 

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 9

Turning over in bed, you yawn softly.

"So warm.."

Whatever it is that you pressed into feels like heaven.

"Kento." you mumble.

"Guess again~"

Your eyes shoot open, and you jump upright, pulling the sheets against your body.

"G-GOJO!!"

"Hai! Ohaiyo (Y/N)-chan!"

How the hell did he get inside?

"I apologize."

Nanami steps into the room with his blade and a pair of sweats on.

"It seems like he managed to slip through my fingers. "

You yank the covers out from under him, and he slides off, hitting the ground with a grunt. You immediately run to Nanami's side, clutching the cloth to your chest in hopes of blocking it from his view.

"Y-You shameless dog!!"

You were having such a good moment with Nanami too.

"How mean, didn't we agree to share."

"I never agreed to anything! " You fire back. You slammed the door shut with a sulk.

"Sorry Nanami."

"It's alright, would you like to take a shower. I will prepare breakfast. I may have to stop by the convenience store for some items."

"I'll make breakfast!!"

Gojo kicks the door open, darting down the stairs. The front door shuts harshly, a long sigh escaping you.

"At least we got rid of him for now."

Nanami's hand moves to your waist, and you squeak when he leans over, placing a kiss on your neck.

"Ohaiyo (Y/N)."

His sultry tone has all those images running back through your head.

"I-It's not fair to seduce me like this Kento."

He lifts you into his arms, and you hold on.

"Let's take a shower."

Something tells you there won't be a whole lot of showering in there.

~~

Gojo had pretty much set everything up. He sat at the table, kicking his legs aimlessly.

"They've been up there for a while now."

On cue, you're both walking down. You have a towel over your shoulder, and Gojo makes out the droplets on Nanami's hair. His face blanked.

"You cheater!!" Gojo accused.

"I don't recall this being a competition." Nanami responds.

You frown.

"You really think I'd let you anywhere near to me after that little stunt you pulled, you're in time out!"

"B-But you liked it!"

"Still."

Gojo folds his arms.

"At least you aren't a virgin. I'd be pissed if he was the first one to claim your flower. "

"I was her first."

"N-Nanami!!"

"Eh!!! (Y/N)-chan how could you!?!"

"What the hell are you complaining about Gojo, it's my body!"

"Yes, and she was quite vocal. Last night and this morning."

"NANAMI!!!"

How was he saying all of this with a straight face?

"I-I need to get to work!!" You grab your bag from the couch, shooting right out the door.

"She didn't even touch my breakfast." Gojo sobs.

"I'm late."

Nanami slips his suit jacket on.

"Not you too!!"

"I'd prefer if you were gone when I get back." The door closes, and Gojo sits in the corner, body pale.

"They really do hate me." He cries. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 6

The change in your relationship with Lex has made you more aware. Not just of yourself, but him.

Before you were fine with the distance. In a lot of ways you knew it would be hard. The last person you loved died in your arms, so of course there are some reservations on your part. 

But at this point, you can’t say that it would be easy to really walk away. A part of you selfishly wants this more than anything. Because the way he looks at you sometimes, it almost makes you forget all the bad things in your past. 

Stepping into the main area, Lex’s eyes lift from his computer and a smile immediately graces his face. 

“Good morning Mr. Luthor.” 

His smile becomes wider at the very neutral expression. He supposed it was a stretch to think you would turn into a giddy mess overnight. 

“So formal, I think we’re past that point. Why don’t you call me Lex, or even better, boyfriend.” 

“Your fighting and flirting skills seem to be battling for last place.” 

The comment has him belting out a laugh. He can say for a fact that he’ll never be bored, especially with your clever responses. Once he collects himself he sees the softer expression you wear. It dawns on him that you appreciate it, his relaxed and joyful expressions. There’s that subtle vulnerable look again. When you lower your guard and talk to him. 

“I know I don’t always express it, but I am happy with this. “ You feel as though you need to tell him. He’s been with you long enough to gauge your personality, but you still want to be transparent about certain aspects. Lex nods. 

“I get it. You’re the serious, mysterious type. I’ll crack you eventually.” 

You just lift a brow. 

“Good luck with that.” 

A challenge he’d gladly accept. 

The days carry on without too much commotion. There haven’t been any big leaps when it comes to your interactions. Above all else, you’re a professional and he does respect your work ethic.  

He is, however, secretly happy with the little changes. Like the way you sneak glances of him when you think he doesn’t notice. Or how you've started to stand a bit closer to him than you did before. Maybe it’s the little compliments you seem to drop with a straight face. 

“You smell good.” 

You said it so nonchalantly that he almost didn’t catch it.  This particular afternoon you were both seated in the Talon. He was working on a project and you were right across from him with a book in your hand. You casually flipped the page, and when you felt his gaze you looked up. He was smiling. 

“Anything else?” 

“I like you in suits, but I’d like to see you dressed casually when it’s just the two of us.” 

These confessions were better than he expected. Each statement just made his smile bigger. 

“Your eyes are also beautiful.”

After that last one, you went back to reading as if you hadn’t just dropped a few blush worthy comments. He chuckled softly, closing his laptop as he stood. You assumed he was done working, so you closed your own book, about to stand, but he slid into the booth right next to you. You slid back, staring at him in question.

One hand was pressed to the table and the other smoothened against the back of the chair. 

“You can’t make those types of statements and not expect me to react.” 

The adoration in his eyes had you swallowing, and your gaze dropped to his lips for a second before they returned to those emerald hues. 

“Kiss me.”

His request caused a pleasant shiver to run up your spine. You tried to keep your professional front, but it was proving to be difficult. 

“We’re..” You exhale. 

“I’m still on the job.” You informed him. 

He licked his lips, nodding. 

“Please.” 

Your brows knitted at the soft plea, and before he could say another word, you were leaning in, pressing a desperate kiss to his lips. His hand came down, laying delicately on your cheek, relishing in the softness of your kiss. 

It was all those little moments that reminded him of how lucky he was. 

That’s why he was a little irritated when he saw the newspaper article a few days later. 

The piece was claiming that you had seduced your boss to get ahead in life. He hated the tabloids. He supposed he should have expected it. He didn’t want this to be ruined because people didn’t know how to mind their business. When you entered the room he dropped the vile piece of paper with a frown. 

That caught your attention. 

You were at his side in seconds. 

“Did something happen?” 

You looked ready to drop kick whoever it was responsible for his unease at the moment. He stood, shaking his head as he pointed to the paper. Hiding it wouldn’t do any good. 

“I was careless.” 

You directed your gaze to the article, picking it up as you read the headline and paragraph attached. He expected you to be upset, after all you’re human. If you did have doubts he wouldn’t blame you. 

“This is all wrong.” 

Lex nodded in agreement. 

“I know.” 

He should have done a better job of protecting you. 

“As I recall you were the one who seduced me.” 

You placed the paper back down and looked at him, as if waiting for something more dire. 

“Is that all you were upset about?” 

You didn’t look affected in the slightest. 

“You’re not the least bit annoyed?” He quizzed. 

You thought it was a joke, but he seemed serious. 

“I’ve been shot, stabbed, impaled, almost blown up and run over. I don’t think a few words from a dumb article is going to cripple me.” 

He would have laughed if you hadn’t just listed some very gruesome injuries. 

“Really, you’ve been impaled?” 

“Twice.” 

He nodded, eyes searching for where it probably occurred. It became apparent that he really must have been worried about the article. 

“If you’d like we can remain professional when we’re in public. I don’t want you to be upset every time they print something like this.” 

The fact that you were now reassuring him spoke for itself. 

“I’d prefer it if you ravished me regardless of where we are.” 

“That would get us both arrested.” 

Once again he was laughing.

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU): Christmas Special - Extra

Of course it was decided that Christmas would be celebrated at the bunker. 

The guests, well, the usual.

“Dean stop chugging the egg nog, we haven't even started the party yet!!”

Your yell made him carefully place the jug down with a grumble. Sam walks in holding a dish of lasagna to place on the dining table along with the rest of the food. It feels nice to finally have a place to celebrate it.

Clark has been in the kitchen with Sam, making sure nothing burns. Gabriel and Castiel are doing decorations. Jack is placing the gifts on the far end of the table and you’re trying to keep Dean far enough away from the alcohol until the part truly begins. There’s soft melodies playing in the background, and when you hear the song switch, Dean audibly groans as everyone begins to join in the main area. You run for the remote, raising the volume, and once the intro starts, they pile around as you start singing, much to Dean’s dismay.

I don't want a lot for Christmas,

There is just one thing I need.

I don't care about the presents

underneath the Christmas tree.

I just want you for my own,

more than you will ever know.

Make my wish come true!

All I want for Christmas is you.

Yeah!

Jack is bobbing his head to the song, Clark is smiling and you skate over to Dean, taking his hand as you begin dancing. His stumbled steps make everyone crack up, and you give him a little spin before you dash off so he can’t take his revenge.

You keep the remote in your grasp so he hears the entire song that you belt around the bunker as he chases you to get you to stop. Once it’s finally over, you toss him the remote with a giggle.

Now that most of the food is out, you know all Dean wants to do is eat.

“Where’s the pie!!”

“Sheesh, calm down, we would never forget the pie.” You explain.

There’s one dish that’s covered, and when you move to the table and remove the checkered cloth, his mouth practically waters.

“Oh, baby..”

He’s at your side in seconds, a fork in hand.

“Your obsession with pie is alarming.” You comment.

“You have your guilty pleasure, I have mine. Let’s eat!!”

There’s no more discussion. You all join at the table, taking a seat. The spread is great. You have corn, biscuits, turkey, ham, lasagna, and of course, pie. This is the first time you’re all celebrating like this, so the menu was just a smash of everyone’s desired dishes. It’s not as extravagant as some family gatherings, but for you, it’s more than enough. Everyone is smiling, or eating, or both, sharing a meal.

You have to admit you ever could have imagined you could be this happy. It feels unreal. When you feel a hand close over your own, you smile over at Clark. You’re happy that Clark’s family was able to spend their Christmas with Mrs. Kent’s side of the family. They were more than ecstatic to let him stay and you were grateful.

The day proceeds with lots of food and fun.

At some point a few of you are playing pin the tail on the donkey.

Dean is an instigator because he keeps yelling out instructions. You’d headed into the kitchen with Castiel and Gabriel to get some drinks. As your walking out Dean turns, pointing at the door frame.

“Ah! It’s tradition, stop right there!”

You all pause in place, confused. Gabriel looks up, then back down, sending a grin to Castiel. For a moment the poor angel looks lost, but then something registers in his eyes. You mean to question it, but both men lean in, pressing a kiss to either side of your cheek. You blush, because you've indeed stepped under the mistletoe.

“H-Hey!! No kissing my girlfriend!!” Clark protests.

They step away, and Gabriel is laughing as Clark walks over with a pout. Castiel just awkwardly shuffles away.

“Is that not the tradition?” Castiel asks in a whisper when he makes it to Dean’s side. Dean merely shakes his head with a laugh. Obviously Gabriel had intentionally placed mistletoe on any surface he could find.

Clark is now standing at your side. You smile, because his little jealous face is kind of cute. You intend to tease him, but he cups your cheeks, leaning in and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. You’re a bit stunned and Gabriel whistles.

Dean groans in disgust.

“Come on, no one wants to see that. Break it up!”

Clark pulls away after a few very heated seconds, and you’re just gaping. He looks satisfied.

“No one should be stealing kisses from you but me, okay.”

Y-Yes sir.”

Clark smiles, taking your hand as you follow behind in a daze.

The festivities continue, and as the day winds down, you find yourself in your room with Clark. You’re a bit tapped out, and Dean has no doubt had a good share of eggnog. Once you spot the gifts on the bed, you giggle.

“We were supposed to take these out to the table.”

In your haste you’d forgotten to put them where it was visibly for Jack. Unlike Dean, he actually respects your privacy and wouldn’t come barging in.

Since you’re both already here, you don’t see the harm in being a little naughty.

“I guess this is a sign that we should open our presents now.”

Clark smiles in agreement as you sit at the edge of the bed. The second you pick up the square box, you can see the way he’s eagerly waiting.

You laugh, ripping the paper off as you pull apart the wrappings. Once you get through the first layer, you see the white box. Lifting the top, your eyes move to the book in front of you, eyes practically gleaming.

“No way…”

Clark seemed really proud of himself and you had to agree it was incredible. The book in front of you was pretty rare. Only 750 copies of the first edition were ever released.

“Albert Einstein’s Philosopher-Scientist! How the heck did you get your hands on this?!”

“Lex invited me to one of his fundraisers and they were auctioning it off. Apparently it was one of the least desired items at the event. Lex started the bid at twenty-five dollars and I got it for a hundred. It seemed like something you would love. Do you like it?”

“Like it!! I love it!! I COULD MARRY YOU RIGHT NOW!!”

You lean over, tackling him into a hug and Clark laughs, careful to lift the book with one hand so you don’t crush it. You’re peppering his face with kisses which he accepts happily.

After he’s able to get you away long enough to sit upright again, he reaches for the present that you had bought. It’s a square box as well, a bit bigger.

“I hope you didn’t sneak a peek.”

You lecture after you've packaged your gift.

Clark shakes his head .

“I didn’t I promise.”

You hum happily, crossing your legs, and Clark begins slowly peeling off the gift paper. He does it so carefully and you just roll your eyes playfully. Once the paper is fully removed, he pulls the ribbon that’s wrapped across it loose, slowly lifting the lid when the thin piece of cloth falls at the side. Parting the gift paper, he reaches inside, expecting a scarf, or maybe a few ties, but what he gets is something else.

The thin fabric is lifted and his eyes widen at the red and blue plaid lingerie. It’s a two piece, and it seems he’s picked up the top part. He looks back at you swallowing.

“I…are you..we..”

He can’t form words and you blush, smiling at him.

“I figured we could both benefit from this gift back at my place.”

His cheeks are slightly red, but you can see the eagerness in his eyes.

Turns out he was right, you were the first to break. You jump right into his lap and he just gazes at you. Your expression softens as you place a peck on his lips, pulling back to admire him.

“Merry Christmas Clark.”

He gulps in anticipation.

“Merry Christmas..”

He whispers back.

Looks like your evening was about to be booked.

~

“Where did (Y/N) go, I thought we were gonna open presents?”

Dean whined.

“Like you haven’t already peeked at them.” Sam counters.

Jack walks into the room with a note in his hand.

“(Y/N) asked me to give you this.”

Jack is smiling as he hands over the note to Castiel who takes it gratefully. They all gather around as he reads it.

Left to open a special present.

-(Y/N).

Castiel squints, trying to make sense of the statement and Dean frowns.

“I’m grabbing my gun.”

“Dean!!”

Sam’s yell was heard down the corridor as Sam chased after him to discourage the rampage he was about to go on.

“Merry Christmas.”

Gabriel spoke, placing his arm on the shoulder of his very lost brother.

Jack is still beaming.

A Merry Christmas indeed. 

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Alexander (Grimm) - Crossover AU - Chapter 38

“L-Listen to me, we need to stop.” 

You shook your head. 

“I don’t want to stop, I’ve been going crazy without you. I’ve missed you Alexander.” 

“You’re not thinking straight, you’re in heat.” 

“I am, Rosalee said that..” 

You huff, trying to form words. 

“Rosalee said that it just amplifies desire, our wants. Our needs.” 

You pause momentarily, hugging him tightly. He took a breath, trying to assess the situation. 

“Just hearing your voice on the phone isn’t enough. I always go to sleep frustrated, bothered..wet..” You murmur into his ear. He gulps, closing his eyes to ground himself. You’re still pressed to his hardened member. If you make a move, he might just lose his mind. 

“Please…please don’t make me wait anymore..” 

Your pleas are too much to handle. He looks down, appreciative that you’re wearing a skirt. 

Easy access.

“Damn it.” 

He should have been the one being level headed, but he was so hard it was almost painful and you were begging for it.

“Raise your hips.” 

You don’t even question it, and he quickly tries to free himself from his pants when you shift back. You look down, practically drooling when you hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone. He lowers the zip and the moment he’s free you moan. He hasn’t even touched you yet, but you’re soaked, you can feel it. His hand immediately moves to your skirt. 

He pushes it up and when he reaches for your panties you expect him to pull them down, but there’s a quick flicker in his eyes and he rips them apart. The torn material is tossed and you follow his lead, moving to guide yourself down his length. In seconds his tip is at your entrance and when you lower, the both of you release a sound. He growls, and you moan, once again reaching for him, arms moving around his neck the moment he’s fully inside. 

The angle makes your toes curl. Alexander’s head drops back against the back of his chair, breathing a bit ragged. His clothes are a mess, shirt wrinkled, tie somewhere in the room. You’re not much better. For one, when you leave you’ll be without any panties.

The thought makes him hiss, and he straightens, jerking his hips forward. You gasp at the sudden movement, hands grabbing at the armrest of his chair as you try to meet his thrusts. You’ve both begun to move, greedy for the friction. 

You’re bouncing slightly. Everytime you come down, his hands make sure that it’s rough, calculated, firm. Each desperate encouragement causes him to hit a particular spot that drives you wild. Your legs are trembling, but he doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t care that your moans are beginning to rise in volume and others outside can certainly hear. He forces you against him with each thrust, urging out more sinful noises. He craves it, how much you come undone at the hands of him. He’s the reason you’re consumed by pleasure, barely able to think, breathe without him. 

He stands suddenly and you're scrambling to hold on. When he shoves the contents off his desk, he pulls out and you almost cry at the loss of contact. You’re surely about to offer some complaints, but he urges you forward and you press your hands on the desk. 

“Bend over.” 

You obey without a second thought and you’re not offered warning before he’s shoving back into you. You almost caved right there. A hand slams on the desk right next to you as he grips your hip with the other. You aren’t afforded a proper breath, because he starts thrusting into you much faster than before. You cry out, body lost in the pleasure. 

If they couldn’t hear before, they sure as hell can now. Each time his hips smack into you, your body jerks. It feels good, so good. His grunts fill the air and when you feel him woge, your legs quiver. His claws dig into the desk and he howls. You can’t remember ever hearing something so magnificent. 

“H-Harder Alexander! Harder!!” 

He’ll gladly oblige. 

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re now a Grimm, but the rougher he gets, the better the pleasure. Your release rips through before you even have a chance to process it. Your scream comes after. The waves of pleasure are like an electrical current. Alexander must be experiencing the same, because he roars and you smile as you both get there. It’s amazing, almost primal. 

That should be it, you should be satisfied, but when he pulls out, you feel evidence of it run down your thighs. The thought of Alexander emptying his seed inside of you seems to be another trigger. You’ve realized that despite what just transpired, he’s still hard. 

You don’t give him a chance to truly catch his breath, because the moment you straighten you push him against the bookshelf. He growls lowly, changing back. His smooth skin is once again present and you rip his shirt open. 

“Against the wall, I want you to fuck me against the wall.” You demand. 

He grabs you by the legs, lifting you off the ground and your back indeed hits the wall. 

“This is what you want?” He challenges. 

You nod, pulling him in for a heated kiss the second he pushes back into you. Your lips part, and when he starts basically fucking you into the wall, you moan, a smile on your face at each powerful thrust. 

You both have been afraid to lose control like this, but now, it doesn’t even seem like a thought. His fist hits the wall, and you grin at the indent that follows. He pulls his hand back, eyes marking you like prey. 

You lick your lips, because he hasn’t slowed down. His body is still moving with yours. 

He can say for a fact the last thing he ever thought he’d be doing is vigorously making love to a Grimm inside his office that’s under the Wesen Council. 

There’s definitely a rule against this..somewhere. 

Nevertheless, the sight of your body rising everytime he pushes into you clouds any office conduct policy. 

The next few hours are going to be amazing.

~Extra~

“Damn…”

Once the haze of the very heated session wears off, you and Alexander are huffing, just barely coming down from your high. 

It takes you a moment to collect yourself and when you do, you realize that you’re sprawled out on top of his desk. Your skirt is partially torn. You’re not sure you can call the piece of cloth just barely covering your upper body a blouse. 

Alexander is standing over you, pants hanging slightly off his hips, shirt opened and hanging off on one side of shoulder. He swallows when he takes in not just your state, but the chaos in what once was his very tidy office. There’s books that have fallen off the shelf, papers scattered, desk scratched, as well as some claw marks in different spots on the wall. 

He can’t be certain, but he’s pretty sure he’s taken you on every fuckable surface in the room. 

“I…” 

You really have no words, neither does he.

That was one hell of a visit.

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Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 3

“Mr. Luthor, your car is here.”

Lex nodded, packing his laptop into the briefcase as he followed you out the door. He slid into the backseat of the limo and you followed, seated right opposite him. Your eyes drifted out the window, so you hadn’t caught that look he sent you. As is assessing you. Trying to solve the puzzle.

“I’ve never asked, but do you have family back in Canada?”

The slight turn of your head and that look of indifference returned. There was a coldness in your eyes.

“No. There’s no one.”

Just that was enough for him to tell that there was a story there. Maybe linked to the reason you’d joined the service. More than anything he wanted to ask, but from the shift in your posture, there was nothing but pain that would follow that story, so he simply ended it right there.

Nothing else was said for the entirety of the trip.

It took a few hours to get to the destination, and the minute he was settled in. You did your usual surveillance of the hotel room and the floors, then returned. He was standing at the balcony, staring out at the view.

“This is a perfect vantage point to get killed.”

Lex expected the statement. He just leaned against the railing, his eyes fixed on the many lights below. The wind felt great against his face. It’s one of the few times that he felt at peace. At that moment the reason for this visit wasn’t important. He could just breathe.

Your eyes drifted, very aware of how much he seemed to be enjoying the quiet. Given his lifestyle, you knew moments like this must have been far and few between. Maybe that’s why you felt it necessary to answer the lingering question.

“I was part of an experimental program. My brother and I escaped, but he changed. He killed innocent people and my best friend, so I had no choice but to stop him. Then I joined the army.”

If he expected anything, it wasn’t that.

“I’m so-”

“I don’t want your pity.”

Your words were laced with agitation.

“I only told you to avoid the constant pestering. I tried to serve my time, fight for something good. I did what I could before they sent me back here. I paid my debt. I’m just patiently waiting for the moment that I bite the bullet. Until then, I might as well be useful.”

Lex had been through the blender so to speak, but everything in his life felt insignificant after hearing that revelation. What could anyone say to such a declaration? He wasn’t sure. He wishes he knew.

“Time to sleep.”

He realized that you weren’t asking. You stepped back into the room and he followed shortly after, giving you a fleeting gaze before he turned in for the night.

After that conversation, he wasn’t sure how to approach future topics. The days, weeks carried on and you acted as if nothing had changed.

Like you hadn’t just dropped a bomb about past trauma. Now he supposed he understood why you seemed so unfeeling. It wasn’t a choice. You’d probably just been alone way too long to know any different.

He always felt like he was on his own before he met Clark. But that wasn’t true. He was in paradise compared to you. There wasn’t much that he could do to fix it. Even if he prayed for it.

So he just tried to take it all in stride.

“It’s your day off, why are you here?”

You were standing before him with a frown.

“Because I get the feeling that the moment I leave your side you’ll get kidnapped.”

“I think you’re thinking a bit too highly of yourself. I’m just going to the Talon. I’ll be fine.”

At least that was the expectation.

He should have known that statement would come back to bite him in the ass. Not even an hour later he was indeed kidnapped.

Along with Clark.

Apparently some psycho had been threatening Chloe and of course Clark intervened. Caught the guy before he could snag his best friend. Unfortunately Lex saw the altercation and was knocked out alongside Clark.

Lex felt a bit more reassured when he woke up and Chloe wasn’t in the room with him tied to the pole with Clark. If anything, maybe the police had found her and were now looking into their disappearance.

Lex grimaced, because they were in some old building that was littered with meteor rocks. Clark jumped awake with a jolt, but he seemed a bit worse for wear. He immediately started pulling against the rope but it was useless.

“It won’t budge.” He spoke defeatedly.

Lex expected as much.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“No I…I don’t think so..”

He still sounded out of it.

“Chloe isn’t here. I think he got spooked and only had a chance to grab both of us.” Clark let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s good.”

Lex was inclined to agree.

“We have a little bit of time. Do you see anything that we can use?”

They were back to back, so they each had limited visuals. Clark shook his head with another groan. Lex was worried, because it sounded like he was in pain.

“Clark, Clark!”

“Looks like you’re finally awake.”

The new voice made them both flinch, and the sight of the barista had Lex glaring. He thought he recognized the man.

“Alex.”

The teen grinned.

“Sorry for the rough treatment. You guys really have bad timing. All that bitch Sullivan had to do was drop the story on my father, but she just kept pushing.”

“I’m sure your dad must be pretty proud of you!” Lex fired.

Taunting the attacker wasn’t smart, but it wasn’t like they had options. The guy was unhinged. Had Clark not intervened he would have killed Chloe. Self control clearly wasn’t a virtue this guy possessed. So maybe he could get him to act impulsively and make a mistake.

“Trust me, he’s proud.”

Lex clenched his jaw, weary when Alex moved closer. Given the strength he possessed, another blow to the head could be the difference between a concussion and a body bag.

“Pretty tough talk for a guy who’s never worked a day in his life.”

Lex kept his eyes hard, ready for just about anything. The sound of glass shattering from above was not the something he was expecting. Alex stood, clearly shocked when a body landed a few feet ahead of him. The residual shards hit the ground and Lex couldn’t have been happier to see your face.

“The hell..” Alex muttered.

Clark couldn’t fully see what was happening. But it must have been big if Alex sounded scared. You straightened from the bent position you were previously in to brace for the fall. Once you were fully upright, Alex glared, still a bit defiant.

“How did you find us?”

He didn’t receive a response, all he heard was the sound of blades unsheathing. That’s when he saw the distinctive metal claws. Three on each hand separated by your knuckles. Your legs were parted in a manner that looked battle ready and when you charged, he didn’t expect the speed of your tackle.

Your hands and legs skated against the floor as if you were an animal tracking its prey and he lifted his hands defensively when you struck. Your right fist went to his thigh and he screamed when the claws connected. He was about to deliver a punch, but you stopped it with ease. His eyes were wide as you leaned back slightly and head butted him. His body caved like a tree. Nothing but the loud thud within the space. With a grunt, you retract your claws from his leg.

That little angry look was still planted on your face and Lex realized that he never appreciated it more.

You just glared at him.

“I knew you would get kidnapped.”

“Great to see you too.” He offered with a laugh.

The ambulance and cops came after.

Alex had been ranting about your abilities the entire time they were taking him away. Everyone present just chalked it up to insanity. The moment you were out of the building Clark seemed better and you were standing next to the ambulance as they checked Lex.

Overall he seemed okay, and when the medic stepped aside, Lex sent you a smile.

“I might just have to raise your pay again if you keep saving me.”

“I won’t complain.”

Lex chuckled and you finally looked him over. Aside from the bruise on his head, he seemed fine.

“If you get killed I’m out of a job. Be more careful.”

Lex couldn’t help but appreciate the sentiment. You weren’t that good with the emotional factor. But he understood the hidden message behind those words.

“I’ll do my best.”

At that time, it felt like things between the both of you had once again settled. 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 20

He’s always thought that happiness was a bit out of reach for him.

While he knows he has a great life, it was always hard to fully relate with others. Given what he’s capable of, there was a part of him that understood that life would not be easy or normal. Yet when he met you, the crazy felt a bit more manageable. 

It’s still a bit strange how normal everything feels when you're together. 

Like right now. His father had asked for help with the tractor and you basically sprinted past Clark to assist. When you’d lifted the metal vehicle with one hand you just sent him a grin, wiggling your eyebrows and Clark couldn’t help but laugh. 

There really wasn’t anything more he felt like he needed in life. For once, he was truly happy and there weren't any earth altering events or tragedies.

You were just there and he was just at peace. 

Later that night he’d dropped you back to your house. You informed him that the credit cards your brother used for the place were about used up, so in a few weeks you would have to get a real job and make some real money. 

“Normal life sucks.” 

Clark laughed at your complaints as you dropped your bag on the couch. 

“I guess it’s weird sticking in one place after all the traveling you’ve done.” 

He couldn’t imagine what that was like. He hadn’t ever really left Kansas. But you’d been to just about every state, every city.

“It is a bit weird. Once I get a job I’ll start checking out apartments. Next month I’m going to see my brothers. It’s been a while. I think I’ll spend the break there.” 

Clark understood. He supposed the bunker was the only other home you’d ever known.

“Do you want to come with me? I know it might get a bit stifling.” 

The fact that nearly all of your family and friends were some kind of supernatural entity, well, stifling wasn’t exactly the word he would use. It was nice not being the only uniquely powered being for a change. 

“I’d love to come.” 

You smiled, shuffling to the fridge.

“Great, I’ll smooth it over with Mr. Kent. He likes me better anyway.” 

Clark rolled his eyes and you laughed, grabbing a drink as you slipped the cap off and took a sip. When you were done you placed the bottle down, sending him a look. 

“Don’t be jealous that I’m his favorite superhuman Clark. I think we can both agree that between the both of us I’m the more macho and muscular.” 

You flexed what little muscle you had and Clark could only smile. 

“I’ll take your word for it.” He snorted. 

“I’m serious! My powers are cooler.” 

“I think we can both agree that an alien is much cooler than an angel powered human. “ 

“Nuh uh, angel powered humans are much cooler!” 

“Really, I don’t see it.” 

“That’s because you’re an alien!” 

He was doing his best not to laugh. He’s known for a while that you’re a bit competitive. You look pretty cute with your cheeks puffed. 

Instead of the verbal back and forth, he figured it would be easier to prove his point. You blinked, and in a matter of seconds your back was pressed to the wall, his hand right at the side of you. The action had successfully silenced you. Your lips were parted, eyes staring at him in wonder and awe. 

“I’m cooler..” 

His tone was low, and you swallowed, nodding. You couldn’t get the words out and he seemed satisfied. He held your gaze for a moment, then looked down, watching the way you licked your lips. Without a second thought his lips were on yours, and you hummed, appreciative. Your hands moved to his shoulder and he pulled you flush to his body, holding you close. It always felt so good to hold you. 

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s naturally a bigger person compared to most, so he’s used to the difference on many levels. But with you, there was just a sense of comfort, like you were the same. Equals. Even if your abilities and stories were different, there was just something that you both had in common. 

You didn’t have to hide anything with each other and that’s all he ever wanted. For someone to know every single part of him and still feel the same. Look at him the way you did every time you sent a smile, or held his hand, or even bicker over your silly little competitions. It was the acceptance that he wanted, that he needed. 

He pulled back, and your head lulled forward for a moment, following him before you took a breath, pressing your forehead to his. You licked your lips again, eyes still closed. All he could do was smile. You looked so content. 

“This..This doesn’t mean you won..” 

You muttered, clearly still clouded by the kiss. 

Clark chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“Whatever you say angel.” 

It was a playful jab, and you didn’t have the heart to retaliate, because he’d pulled you into another kiss and you were completely and utterly distracted.