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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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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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Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 5

“Mr. Luthor.”

His head turned a bit lazily, and when he saw the suit, he realized. You were off today, so he couldn't understand why you were here. He patted his hand for his phone, then looked over when he saw it between the couch cushions. You lifted your own phone and he couldn’t help but smile when you ended the call and his phone lit up before the screen turned blank. 

It dawned on him that you probably heard the entire conversation with his father, then the self loathing mutters to himself and the aggressive consumption of alcohol. He didn’t even have it in him to feel embarrassed or ashamed. 

“Come to babysit.” 

He joked, hand reaching for the filled bottle. You crossed the floor and when you took his wrist, you paused. 

“You’ve had enough.” 

He just lifted a brow. 

“Am I grounded?” 

Your face was neutral and he pulled back with a nod. 

“I get it.”

He knew pity when he saw it. That’s the only reason you could be standing here. Surely you had better ways to spend your Saturday night. 

“You don’t have to be here. I’m relieving you of duty.” 

“So you can go back to drinking? I think I’d prefer it if my boss didn’t get alcohol poisoning.” 

He just let out a dry laugh.

“Boss.” 

He hated that he wanted there to be more. He wanted you to admit that there was something there. But you wouldn’t and he didn’t deserve it. To be happy. All he could do was laugh.

“Maybe my dad is right. I’m just trying to make up for the emptiness in my life.” 

His life had been one crap show after the next. If by some miracle he ended up happy, he knew he might just ruin that too. 

“I respect what you do.” 

Lex hadn’t expected to hear that. This time his gaze focused, and your expression changed. It wasn’t as blank as it typically is. Nor was there a glare. Your eyes looked almost soft, empathetic. 

Inviting.

“I know your name carries weight and a lot of people suffered when your father closed that plant. I’ve seen some of the organizations that you have supported. Maybe you were inspired by Clark, or you’re just making up for some emptiness like you said before. Whatever the reason, you could have stopped at any time, but you’re still trying. You’re helping people, so I’ll protect you with my life.” 

Lex knew at that point what you meant. He understood that your body was able to take quite a lot, but it’s obvious that death is a possibility for you. Maybe it took more than what the average person can endure, but you were still somewhat human. Vulnerable to a point. The realization made him unsettled. The thought of anything ever happening to you was terrifying. 

Especially if it ended up being because of him. 

He should have left well enough alone, but now that you opened the door, all he wanted to do was rush inside. 

“Is it because I’m your boss, that’s why you’re so willing to die for me?” 

You looked a little less sure. For just a moment your gaze wavered, like you needed a second to come up with a response that would reflect your cold exterior.

“Of course Mr. Luthor I-” 

“I heard that conversation you had with Clark.”

That made you freeze in place. He saw it, the slight change in your posture. You looked ready to cover it, but he moved closer to you. For a moment you didn’t react. He knew you assumed he was just going to question further, maybe make a point, but when he started crossing into your space, your stance falters.

“Mr. Luthor, you're drunk.” 

Despite how much you tried to make your voice steady, you backed up, that frown still painted on your face. Yet behind it, behind it was just a spec of emotion. Your back hit the wall and he finally stopped. 

“You and I both know that isn’t true.” 

At this point, drinking was nothing but a pastime for him. He wasn’t even buzzed.

You refused to meet his eyes, and he finally reached down. You flinched when you saw his hand and he paused. There was a vulnerability in your gaze. Almost like you’d never truly experienced this before. 

Care, touch. 

“It’s okay.” 

His voice was soft, almost a whisper and when he finally touched your cheek, you looked up at him. For the first time there wasn’t a glare, or an indifference. He could see it, actual emotion behind your gaze. 

He exhaled, licking his lips softly as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your brows knitted as he cupped your cheek, holding you for three, maybe four seconds before he pulled back a mere couple inches. Your breath came out a bit ragged and his eyes opened, watching every reaction. 

You looked a bit lost. For the first time since you’d started working for him, it seemed like you didn’t have an answer. Maybe because this wasn’t some situation that required tactical expertise. 

He couldn’t seem to stop himself. 

Moving in again, this time his lips landed at the base of your neck and you actually released a gasp, hand gripping into his shirt. You were braced on the wall, so escape was impossible. With every brush of his lips, he could feel your soft resistance, or was that encouragement? 

The sounds you released, it was hard to differentiate.

“Mr..M-Mr Luthor…” 

You sounded so meek and all he can do is demand more. You’re not a soft spoken or shy person. Everything about the situation felt out of character and he wanted more.

He knew it was selfish. 

He was definitely taking advantage of his position, but you weren’t pushing him away like he would have expected. You were almost holding on tighter. You had the strength to break bones. If you’d sucker punched him right now he would have gladly taken it and walked away. 

But when his hand glided to your chin, titling your head softly to get better access to your skin, he was almost certain he heard you moan, or purr. Your hand clenched into the cloth on his sleeve and without a beat his lips were once again on yours. 

Your lips parted in surprise and his tongue took the invitation. This time he heard the audible moan. You tasted as good as he imagined. He took a sharp inhale through his nose, this time cupping both cheeks as he pressed closer into you. The collision caused a soft thud to resound as he fought to control himself and you tried to keep up. 

Each brush of his tongue urged a sound from you. He could feel your heartbeat, it was hammering, echoing against his chest. He prayed desperately that this was a reality. That he wasn’t having some kind of fever dream. One of his hands slid over your waist, against your back, up your shirt. When you arched into him, he realized it was real. 

You released another desperate sound and he barely had a chance to do much more, because you gave a firm shove and he skidded back. 

It was sobering. 

Your breath was heavy, and he seemed to take in a quick one of his own. 

You looked shaken. For just a moment there was a pleading in your eyes, almost like you were about to beg him not to leave. Not to go, not to stop. Just as he planned to speak, you broke eye contact, jaw clenched. 

“It was a lapse in judgment on my part. It won’t happen again.” 

Your words were cold, like a barrier. He could feel it, hear it in your tone. You were scared. If he agreed, walked away, he knew you would move forward, act as if it never occurred and continue looking out for him. 

But he couldn’t do it.

“It wasn’t.”

He heard the shaky breath you tried to hide. 

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you feel nothing and I will let this go.” 

He saw it, the way you wavered before you schooled your features. 

“I feel nothing. You are my boss, I am your employee. There is nothing else.” 

Your voice lacked any emotion, and Lex nodded.

“That’s unfortunate. Especially since I’m falling in love with you.” 

You couldn’t hide the shock, and this time he smiled. You took a step back and he took a hold of your wrist before you could make a break for it. He pulled you in and you stumbled, letting out one soft gasp before he was now pushing you against his desk. 

His lips descended with an urgency and not even a second after you were returning the kiss. Lex smiled internally, relieved that he’d been right. Your words were merely a mask. You were just scared. 

After a few heated moments he pulled back and you pressed your forehead to his chest, as if to gather yourself. He could understand the hesitance, the fear. 

“I-I’m..I’m not built for love..” 

It was the first confession that you had made, and all he could do was hug you. 

“Neither am I. But I..I’d really like to figure it out.” 

For once in his life, he didn’t want his name to be the reason that he had to lose something. He wanted this. Something about it felt right, real.

When he felt you pull him closer, he realized that maybe, there was a chance after all. 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 22 - Final

“(Y/N)?”

Clark was confused when he turned around and you were gone. He just barely heard the sound of wings flapping and you were behind him. Except he heard a thud. When he spun around towards the couch, you were lying on the floor face down. You rolled over with a grunt.

“Damn, Castiel always made this look so easy but I almost cracked a rib.”

Clark knew he shouldn’t laugh, but your expression was a bit comical. You’ve been doing a test run on your powers for the last couple days. When you realized you could fly like Castiel, of course you jumped at the chance. So far you’ve landed on the floor, on a cow, in a pile of hay, and his personal favorite, in a pile of cow dung.

“Maybe you should take a rest.”

You lifted your hand with the expectation that he would just pull you to your feet, but he picked you up right into his arms. Your cheeks flushed, and he was wearing that little grin.

“S-Stop it with the princely stuff Clark. It’s starting to do a number on my heart now.”

He held in a laugh, shaking his head as he placed you on your feet.

“Try to be more careful when you’re flapping around. So far you’ve landed in reasonable places, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Reasonable? Cause that cow poop situation wasn’t what I would call reasonable.”

“Reasonable enough.” He decided.

You just shrug it off with a smile. One that he’s learned to read. You’re definitely going to keep zapping around the place. He just sighs with a little laugh, following behind you.

He’s learned to go with the flow. You’re too bull headed for his words to sink in, something he realizes he sort of admires. There’s no doubt that you’re strong willed. Every time that you’ve failed, you’ve gotten up and tried again. You haven’t truly said it, but he knows the reason you’re trying to perfect the skill.

Being a protector is engraved in you. So it’s possible that your persistence has to do with the end goal. In the event that you could help someone with the ability, he knows that you would keep pushing, keep trying.

Another trait he admires.

For the next few hours you hang around the loft as he completes chores. You’re giving him updates on your little family gathering a few weeks ago with your brothers and friends. A room with hunters, angels and a nephilim sounds like the start of an interesting joke.

It’s still a lot to truly grasp, but when he sees the way you light up as you speak about them, about everything, it makes him happy.

Later in the evening you offer to treat him to dinner which he gratefully accepts.

It’s a bit funny, you’d planned to cook, but after you burned the mac and cheese, Clark had ended up making dinner.

You have to admit you’re surprised. When he told you he knew how to make lasagna you thought he was bluffing. But the second it came out of the oven you were ready to marry him on the spot just from the scent. The both of you laughed, ate, and now you’re seated on the couch watching old reruns of some cheesy sitcoms.

“I still can’t believe you’re a better cook than me.” You grumble.

Your competitive nature makes him grin.

“Looks like I’ll make an exceptional wife.” He teases.

“I don’t know, it was kind of dry.”

He nudges you and you giggle, turning to him.

The show playing in the background, the dim lit lights, it’s the perfect atmosphere. The way he’s looking at you, you’re certain he’ll do it, make that move. After all, he’s a guy.

You’re not stupid.

You expect it, but like the previous times, he doesn’t. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he pulls back, still wearing a warm smile.

Now you feel like you have to ask.

“Clark.”

He hums, ready for whatever it is you’d like to say.

You’re nervous, not just about the conversation, but what it could mean for your relationship. More than anything, you want to take that next step, but it’s terrifying for obvious reasons. You know you’ll just have to suck it up. Do your best and just say it.

Tell him.

Swallowing, you finally get the words out.

“The reason that we’ve never-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

You look at him, and the understanding in his eyes is more than you could have hoped for.

“I know what happened with you and Michael, it couldn’t have been easy. When you trust someone like that and they betray you, it’s impossible to just walk away without scars. You don’t owe me an explanation about why we haven’t or make some timeline for us because it’s not that simple. I can’t pretend that I know what you went through. But I know that I’m happy when we’re together. That’s enough. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be happy with someone I love.”

There aren’t words to describe how much you appreciate his words. Your eyes move to your lap.

“So you’re fine if we don’t..”

You’re a bit unsure of how to phrase it.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be right here. I’m not planning to go anywhere.”

He takes your hand, and you look up, comforted by his smiles.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ll cave faster than me. You’re the one who’s always jumping me.” He states.

“T-That’s a lie!! You’re the one who’s always trying to jump me Clark!!”

“Nope, I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around.”

“Is not!!”

“Is too.”

“Is not!!”

“Is too!!”

“Is not infinity!!!”

“You can’t use infinity in this instance. It’s not valid.” Clark reasons.

“What! When did that become a rule?”

“It just did.”

You continue to complain about all the ways why that isn’t fair, and all Clark can truly do is smile. For just a moment, he can see it, his future. It’s reflected so easily in your eyes.

For once, he feels like it’ll all be okay.

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Raphael (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) - Extra

“His muscles are so big and he’s so dreamy.” 

“I know…” 

Your distracted response only registers when you turn to April, cheeks flushed. 

“April!!” 

She starts laughing and you just roll your eyes as you look away. Raph and the others are too invested in their training to hear the back and forth. You’re grateful. You’ve always been a bit mesmerized watching them train. April stopped by with a lead on a case she wanted to tackle, so the boys had agreed to finish up the session and then get right to it. 

“He’s your boyfriend, you know. You don’t have to stare from a distance all creepy like. Just talk to the guy.” 

“I’m not staring or creepy.” 

You grumble. She’s still smiling and they seem to be just about finished. Leo looks over and Donnie is moving to April’s side to get any information that he can on what they’ll be handling. 

“I call dibs on the double cheese!!” Mikey yells, racing out the room. Leo just sighs as he follows along. Raph is the last to walk over, and you move to his side. 

“Must get boring always watching us.” 

“Trust me, it isn’t!” 

Of course you can’t say that. 

“I’ll survive.” 

He grins, nudging your arm with his gloved hand. You just offer a smile. You’re like how natural things feel. Although you both have settled on more even ground, you feel comfortable and Raph seems quite the same. You walk in step with him, explaining some of the challenges you’ve had in your classes and some interesting situations at your part time job. 

“Then he tried to dip his hand in the frying pan. I almost smacked him with a spatula. “ 

You’re making wide gestures with your hand as you speak and Raph just watches you. You’re not really conscious of it until you pick up on his lack of conversation. By this time you’re in the kitchen leaning against the counter. He’d reach in and grab a drink, but he’s just holding it in his hand, looking at you. 

“Raph? Are you listening?” Your brows are furrowed, and he places the soda down. You’re now a bit curious. That’s until he takes a step closer. You back up against the fridge, and when he starts leaning down to your height, your heart flutters. 

Heaven knows you’ve been anticipating this forever. 

“Raph!! We gotta go!” 

The yell from across the room breaks the little moment and he straightens, as if just realizing what he’d planned to do. Your cheeks are flushed, and you just look at him. Raph looks away. 

“I gotta go. When we get back I’ll drop you at your place.” He still refuses to make eye contact and you nod, a bit bashful. 

“Okay. I’ll wait for you.” You murmur. 

You’re a bit disappointed, but you know they have a job to do. Leo sure has terrible timing. 

~~

You anxiously wait for their return. You’re used to leaving their place late, so when the familiar sounds of the rowdy siblings echoes, it has to be them. Unfortunately, you’d fallen asleep. The minute Raph walks in he searches for you. When he spots you asleep on the couch, Mikey nudges his arm. 

“Ooooo, Raph’s girlfriend is still here.” 

Raph smacks him over the head and Mikey’s yell wakes you up. Rubbing your eyes, you lift your head. 

“Raph..?” 

He’s moving to the couch in seconds. 

“Hey, sorry we took so long. I should take you back.” 

You nod, lifting your arms. Mikey is sending him mocking looks and Raph simply glares. 

“Raph, pick me up.” You whine. 

He’s embarrassed, because he does love lifting you in his arms, but the looks from his brothers is annoying. He leans over, picking you up and you wrap your hands around his neck with a sigh. From the sounds of it you’re still a bit sleepy. 

“See you tomorrow (Y/N).” Leo calls.

You wave, eyes partially open. 

“Bye guys.” You hum. 

Raph takes off, and you stay comfortably tucked in his arms. The trip back to your place does indeed wake you up. By the time he makes it to the top of the fire escape, he places you on your feet so you can open your window. You slide it open easily, straightening to thank him for dropping you off, maybe offer him some leftover pizza. 

You’re a bit surprised that he’s already looking at you, and he’s a lot closer than you initially thought. You both pause, and the subtle flicker of lights from buildings around gives you the perfect visuals, because his eyes look so beautiful in the lighting. Raph’s gaze strays, and for just a moment you swear he’s going to do it, kiss you. 

But he averts his eyes. 

“Make sure you close your window when I leave.” 

That’s all he says. 

He moves to turn, but you take his hand. He pauses, and you hold his palm. The difference in size is so noticeable and you can’t help but appreciate it. How safe you feel with him. How safe you’ve always felt with him. You fully understand his hesitance. This is all new to him. His first relationship, first girlfriend, first kiss. So you’ll need to be the brave one this time, because he’s always been brave for you. 

“Raph, is it okay if I kiss you?”

You’re nervous, you have no idea why that is, or why you’re whispering. You’re too high up for anyone to hear, but it all feels necessary. He looks a bit dazed. You’re getting more embarrassed the longer the silence drags on. 

“I-I really want to kiss you and I-mph-” 

He pulls you in and your heart soars when his lips press so softly to your own. Your clenched hands release, and your palm lays against his chest as you tiptoe to match his height. He’s so tall, and his kiss feels so perfect. 

It’s nothing more than a brief brushing of your lips before he pulls back. You know it’s due to his inexperience. His eyes look even more alluring up close. You let out a soft breath, and he licks his lips. 

“Ya taste good..” 

He must be talking about your lip gloss. 

You nod, barely processing his words. All you know is that you want another taste, a more thorough one. 

“Can you…can you stay a little longer?” 

It’s almost a plea. Maybe he sees the desperation in your eyes. 

“I can stay as long as ya want. “

Music to your ears. You keep a hold on his hand as you maneuver your way into your apartment. He’s right behind, and Raph is the one who closes the window. He turns back to you, and in seconds you're in his arms. Your arms find purchase around his neck as you kiss him, much deeper. A sound leaves him, and your lips part slightly, urging him to do the same. He follows your instruction, and you don’t realize he’s moving until your back makes contact with a wall. You hum, and Raph pulls back with an apology. 

“Sorry I-” 

You shake your head, silencing him with a kiss. This time he lets out an audible groan, and you waste no time.  You’re eager, and now that he has you in a more steady position, your hands have a chance to wander. 

They run down his chest, trying to feel everything that your lips don’t have a chance to yet. You love it, the feel of muscle, his body pressed so closely to yours. There’s a bit of pressure, but it’s the perfect amount to keep you secure and excited. 

Your kisses are getting a bit sloppy, but you don’t mind, neither does Raph because he isn’t stopping. This is everything you could have hoped for and more. 

All you can think is why the hell didn’t you say something earlier. 

No use dwelling on it now. Might as well just enjoy every bit of this newfound love.

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Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 4

You’re grateful for the quiet. 

Lex is at his desk. Previously he had been working, but Clark walked in and he seemed to shift into big brother mode. You’re very observant on how close they are. In a weird way, it's a reminder of your own sibling. 

Victor may have been misguided, but growing up, he always had your back. There was a time where you thought you could survive anything as long as you both were together. 

“Let me grab that book for you, Clark.”

Those words cause you to turn as Lex heads into the direction of his bedroom to get said book. Your eyes move back to Clark who is now awkwardly smiling in your direction. Your facial expression hasn’t changed.

“Are you picking a fight Kent?” 

“What? N-No!” 

You do your best not to crack a smile. It’s fun to mess with him sometimes.

You walk over. 

“I appreciate you looking out for Lex.” Clark says the moment you’re standing right next to him. 

“It’s my job.” 

Clark nods. 

“I know, but it was your day off.” 

You don’t comment, and this time his smile is easy. 

“Lex is my friend. I know people say a lot of bad things, even my dad isn’t completely sold but he’s..he’s a good person. He deserves to be happy.” 

“I don’t see what that has to do with me. “

“I’m just asking you to look out for him.” 

There’s a double meaning behind those words, because you already protect the guy. From Clark’s expression, you can almost read the insinuation. For once, that wall you’ve built feels a bit shaky. You’re certain Clark hasn’t told Lex his secret, but he knows yours and he’s still pretty nonchalant. You figure that has more to do with the fact that he himself isn’t very ordinary. Maybe that’s why you feel you can make this confession. 

“I care about him, and I’ve already decided to protect him with my life.”

It’s an honest statement, one that you’re confident in. Clark’s smile returns. 

“I guess I was right after all.” 

That confuses you. 

“Right about what?” 

He just continues to smile. Now you’re curious and annoyed. 

“Right about what.” You demand. 

“It’s nothing.” 

“It doesn’t look like nothing. Don’t make me hurt you.” 

“You wouldn’t hurt a high schooler.” 

“Try me.” 

You lift your hand and the metal claws appear. Clark swallows, just as Lex walks in. 

“Stop threatening Clark (Y/N).” He speaks casually. 

Your claws retract. 

“Fine.” 

“How do you do that?!” 

Clark asks Lex who merely laughs. 

Yes, your temperament might need some work. But Lex has come to realize where your heart is. As much as you try to pull back, keep that distance, he can tell that you’re more attached than you’d like others to know. Maybe it’s just that you’re comfortable that way. Maintaining a safe and careful space from the things that you can’t have, or are afraid to. 

He’s been there too many times to count. Usually Clark would be there to pull him back. An anchor, or compass. But this time, it seems a conversation has gotten the best of him. 

That particular night he finds himself a bit more sullen. 

His father had visited earlier with some choice words. 

“You’re misguided if you think you’re different, better than me Lex. You’re a Luthor. Embrace it son.” 

It was a fact. 

He’s known his birthright since the day he could understand his place in the world. That’s why he’s seated on the couch with an empty bottle of bourbon. He frowned when he realized it was all gone. Standing, he intended to head over to his collection to get some more, maybe actually feel the buzz. He supposed he’s become sort of used to it by now. 

His metabolism sure picked a shitty day to let him down.

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 21

Living a normal life outside of being a hunter is still a bit hard to grasp.

Luckily Mr. Kent had put in a good word for you, so you’d snag a job at a nearby hardware store and you were doing part time at another diner close by. Dean insisted that if you were in need of cash he could spot you some, but honestly, you wanted to do it on your own. 

When you were hunting by yourself, running from your brothers, it didn't feel like anything had changed. That lifestyle was painful, especially on your own. But now you have a little more stability, you’d like to maintain it.

You’ve managed to find a reasonably priced apartment that was actually pretty decent. You’re new found independence feels liberating. Maybe it’s the fact that for once you’re trying to build a home. Something you hadn’t had in years.

As hard as those days were, there were still some more tender memories. 

Like when Dean taught you how to drive, or when Sam would arm wrestle with you. 

Having your first beer, celebrating your first fourth of July. Dean had to be the father at times, and you knew it was difficult, especially since he was still a kid himself. He was stubborn, so were you. Maybe that’s why you’d butt heads so often.                     

But you know that regardless, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Smiling to yourself, you drop your bag, pulling out your phone. Typing quickly, you grin. The message is sent and you wait patiently for a reply. 

The flapping of wings is the next thing you hear and you jolt. 

Dean, Sam, Jack and Castiel are standing in front of you. Dean is holding a six pack of beer and what looks like a banner from his favorite football team. 

“Let’s start decorating!” 

You can’t help but laugh. 

“I texted you like a minute ago, how did you get that so fast?” 

“He’s been keeping it in the living room in hopes that you would call. He started hollering like it was a drill the second he got the text.” Sam informs. 

“Shut up Sammy!” 

Castiel looks as confused as always. 

“I don’t understand the need to place items around a living space.” 

“I think it’s awesome. What should we do first?” Jack asks, practically bouncing on his heels with that smile on his face. You expect nothing less. All you can do is appreciate all of it. 

“I’ve got a bunch of stuff in my room, come on Jack.” 

He follows happily, and Dean is already discussing where the banner should go. As you walk into your room, you head for the closet. You’ve been gathering items to make it more homey. Lana was gracious to give you some items she had at the Talon that were no longer being used. Mrs. Kent had even tossed in some extra things she had at her house. 

You direct Jack to grab a box, and you pull one that is tucked to the back. You’re looking for a particular medal that you’d gotten from one of the first schools that you had attended when you were younger. It was a cherished memory. 

Opening the box, you begin to shuffle through. It’s a few random things you didn’t even realize you still had. You’re positive you put it in there. 

Rummaging through, your eyes cast on the old cellphone at the bottom and you pause. Jack tilts his head at your distant expression. 

“What’s that?” 

His question brings you back, and you just offer a smile, shaking your head as you slide it into your pocket. 

“It’s just an old phone. Let’s check over here.”

You close the box, sliding it to the back as you continue your search. 

You go about the day as usual.

The minute you step back into the living room, Sam and Dean are wrestling for the remote. Castiel is holding the banner, unsure of where it needs to go. 

Both brothers roll off the couch with a thud, and you’re in stitches. Jack places his box down, laughing along with you. 

It’s nice, having them all in one place. 

Decorating might take a while. 

~

“Boo, your team sucks!!” Dean shouts across the room. 

Sam just waves his hand, and Dean grins, getting comfortable as he reaches for another beer. 

Now that you’re both seated at the dining table, Dean pops the cap of his beer. Sam is on the couch with Castiel and Jack trying to explain the game of football that’s currently playing on the television. 

The ease of it all is more than you could have hoped for. The last thing you ever expected was to have a family again. At least a partially functional one. It’s been a while since you’ve all been in a space like this without some kind of crazy world altering event. The atmosphere is nice, and as you glance at Dean who’s smiling at his friends and family in the background, you swallow, fidgeting with your hands. 

“I never apologized.” 

Dean turns to you, curious.

“For leaving. I knew how hard it was when Sam left. I saw how much it hurt. Not just you, but dad. Then I did the same thing.” 

You reach into your pocket, pulling out the phone. The moment he sees, he must realize. You lower your head, because you know he remembers all the messages and calls he sent when you just disappeared. 

“(Y/N), pick up the phone. Are you okay?” 

“(Y/N), I’m serious, damn it! Answer your phone!

“Listen, you sure as hell better be dead, otherwise I'm gonna kill you myself!!” 

“Please, please just give me a sign that you’re alive. Please (Y/N).” 

He lowers his beer, and you can see the slight look of pain. There has been so much uncertainty in your life. So many things that you couldn’t control, that you wanted to run from. As bad as things were, there was one constant in your life, and it was that Dean would always be in your corner. 

“I’m sorry Dean. For everything.” 

You can’t truly look at him, you can’t hope to gauge what kind of expression he’s wearing. With a laugh, you just shake your head. 

“I forgot, you hate chick flick moments.” 

You stand, sliding your chair in and Dean does the same. You think he’s about to follow you over to join the boys, but he steps forward and pulls you right into his chest. Your hands are lifted a bit awkwardly from the sudden hug, and Sam looks over, smiling. 

“I love you (Y/N). Don’t you ever forget that.” 

Your eyes well up, and you reach over, hugging him back happily. 

“I love you too Dean, so much.” 

Your words are a bit muffled against his clothing, but you know he hears. He runs a hand down behind your head comfortingly. 

“Hey!! You guys threw a party and didn’t invite me!!” 

The familiar call of Gabriel breaks your focus and you pull away, wiping your eyes. 

“I told Dean to text you, I thought you were just busy.” 

Dean just looks off to the side. 

“Wow, that’s low.” Gabriel comments. 

It’s obvious Dean had in fact not texted him. 

“Don't think I forgot that nutcracker situation!! I could have lost my jewels!!” Dean complains. 

“At least you didn’t actually get hit.” Sam grimaces. 

“I think I was doing the world a favor. Not sure the world needs more moose.” 

Sam glares and pretty soon your calm evening has turned into a mini brawl. You’re laughing when Sam begins chasing Gabriel. 

“My angel blade is in my jacket pocket!!” Dean calls. 

Yes, you certainly love this family.

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Drew Wu (Grimm) - Extra

Messy situations have become your thing, especially when you know someone like Nick Burhardt.

“Seriously! You didn’t say she was a Hexenbiest!!” Wu called.

Nick grunted when his body hit the wall, the woman standing in front of him grinning widely.

“It didn’t really come up.” Nick groaned, trying to pick himself up off the ground.

This particular case led to a Hexenbiest who was getting back at some exes the old fashion witch way.

Death.

When the third body popped up they finally made the connection. Now they’re in the house of one Carol Fletch, trying not to die.

She changed back when she saw them stumbling to their feet. Hank was at least five minutes away.

“Gonna try that trick again Lycanthrope?” Carol teased.

Wu frowned, still feeling the pain in his abdomen from the rough hit he’d taken when he woge to retaliate. It was clear that he would need to gather himself before he tried again. He was a bit battered from being tossed around. She’d basically been playing ping pong with their bodies.

“I thought a Grimm would put up more of a fight.” She challenged.

“We do.”

The voice made them all look up, and she gaped when you dropped from the ceiling right onto her body. She barely got a word out before you forced what looked like an arrow into her shoulder.

Her back hit the ground with a harsh thud and your legs were planted on either side of her hips as she writhe against the ground. She woged and when she lifted her head to growl at you, you punched her square in the face. Her head dropped back.

Unconscious.

You grin, stepping off her body. Nick and Wu just stare.

“How the hell did you get up there!!!” Nick asked in disbelief.

“While she was smacking you guys around I decided to test a spell Adalind showed me. She told me about the little Hexenbeist situation so she thought it would come in handy.”

“You told Adalind but you didn’t think I needed to know!” Wu complained.

“Well, she is my wife.”

“That just fixes everything.” Wu grumbled rolling his shoulders.

“Toss me the cuffs.” Nick nods, unhooking his as he throws it. You caught it, kneeling as you pulled the arrow out of her chest, pushing her onto her stomach as you cuffed her hands.

“There’s a tranquilizer in the dart, so she’ll be out for a while. “

“Appreciate it.” Nick thanks as he slides out his phone to make a call.

Extra officers seemed necessary given the hell she’d put them through.

Once the mess is cleaned up, you’re happy to stick around. Trubel had also stopped by so of course you both decided to brush up on some practice while she’s available.

That’s how Wu found the both of you.

Throwing punches, exchanging kicks. You were somewhat of an evened match. Trubel was a bit scrappy, kind of like you. It made for interesting matches. By the time you both take a break, you see Wu just standing there.

“Nice moves.”

It sounds like he’s teasing.

“Think you can do better?”

He doesn’t take the bait, not immediately. When Trubel looks at him, he starts removing his jacket and you grin. She can already tell this is another one of your ploys to mess with him, so she steps to the side.

“This training will actually help you, Wu. You guys keep getting your butts kicked. Nick has his instincts as a Grimm, that’s imprinted in him. But you, this recent change of yours wasn’t always a part of you. You need to stop relying on it and tap into your cop side.”

With your fists lifted, you mark him. Wu follows you closely with his eyes. He should have known it would turn into a lecture. Trubel is currently unwrapping her gloves.

“I’m gonna grab a drink.”

You nod as she heads up the stairs. Having a mini gym in your basement was a great investment. Almost as good as your little office in the attic for all things Grimm. Behind a hidden door of course. No way would you make it that easy. It paid to be careful.

“Are we going to keep talking?” Wu challenges.

You smirk, charging at him. The first punch you fire he blocks easily, but the other two, he’s not as successful. He catches the second and barely blocks the third.

His body jets back and you grin when he tries to gather his footing quick enough to dodge your kick. It connects with his shoulder and he tumbles on the mat.

“Looks like you’re all talk, Sergeant.”

He jumps to his feet and you’re a bit impressed at how easily he’d balanced his weight to push him upright.

“Good core strength.”

“Another sarcastic quip?”

“You know that’s not my thing Wu.”

He’s still watching you like a hawk. You assume he’ll make a careful attack, but he throws caution to the wind and just goes for a tackle. You grunt at the collision. Dodging had been out of the question, so you settled for trying to block. He’s stronger than you, that’s no secret. Your back hits the mat this time and he pins both your wrists, grinning.

“Who’s all talk now?”

You smile when you gather your breath.

“Still you.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you use your weight to throw him off balance. He rolls, and now you’re on top. Wu groans, opening his eyes slowly. You might not have the same physical strength, but you’re agile and nimble. With the right technique, you can take down a titan.

“Ready to give up?”

Your hands settle at the sides of his head, eyes swelling with pride. If it’s one thing you enjoy, it’s teasing Wu. It’s hard to get him frazzled unless he’s literally running for his life. You wait for a response, or even an attack, but you feel his hand lift, resting on the back of your thigh. You glance over at the touch, then look back at him in question.

“I guess I could be in a worse position.”

His statement makes you very conscious of said position now. You’re both basically chest to chest. Your breathing slows a bit, and before you know what’s happening, you’re getting closer. His hand tightens against your muscle and your breaths just barely mingle.

“What are you guys doing?”

You jump off him, and Wu looks up at Trubel who is standing there with an opened bottle in her hand.

“N-Nothing, just practicing. I’m gonna grab a drink myself.”

You’re on your feet in seconds, heart racing and it has very little to do with the workout.

Encounters like that seem to be frequent with you and Wu. It’s a little unnerving because you’re used to being in control. The lack of power makes you very conscious of the fact that your feelings have just gotten worse for him. You can’t control how you feel, maybe that’s why it has you in such disarray or why you haven’t really told anyone that you’re planning to move to Portland permanently.

It’s not like you’re trying to hide it per se. It just feels so strangely definite. Before you met Nick, you were pretty much on your own. Like Nick, having a Grimm as a parent came with its challenges. You were orphaned at a young age. By the time you turned eighteen you pretty much had to fend for yourself.

That birthday came with a fund your parents had left you and a hell of a lot of personal effects. When you started seeing the monsters, that was pretty much when you realized the pictures in the books you inherited were more than just fairy tales.

Now it feels like you have a family again, and a purpose. That’s why it’s somewhat terrifying.

Still, you can’t deny that it’s nice. Especially when you get to mess with Wu.

“Sergeant, looking a little tired. Still sore from last month’s scuffle.”

With Carol behind bars, they all felt more at ease. You were still gloating about how much they’d gotten beaten up. You were sitting in Wu’s chair when he came back. No surprise there. You liked pushing his buttons.

“Don’t you have a day job?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“You take a lot of vacations. Are you sure they haven’t already fired you?”

You smirk, sliding your glasses up.

“I’ll have you know I’m very adept in my field.”

You’re ready for his retaliation, so you don’t really expect it when he grips either side of the handles of the chair, pulling you forward slightly. The sound of the wheels rolling against the floor alerts you of the movement and you look up, gulping at the strangely seductive expression on his face.

“Just so you know, this librarian get up is actually very hot.”

Any quip you could form is stuck in your throat. Wu looks very pleased at the redness that rushes to your cheeks. It’s not often that he has the upper hand. Subconsciously you cross your legs, if nothing more than to hide your excitement at his admission.

“Sergeant Wu!”

The call from a fellow officer pulls his focus and he straightens, heading over to assist. You’re unsure if you can truly stand at the moment. If anything you might need a bottle or water. You’re very parched.

The days continue to rush by.

When it becomes prominent that you can’t hide it anymore, Nick is the first person you tell.

“Really!”

He looks excited and Adalind looks up, curious. You’re bouncing Kelly as you deliver the news.

“What’s going on?” She asks, moving to Nick’s side.

“(Y/N)’s moving to Portland.”

She’s now wearing a similar smile.

“Oh thank goodness. Nick could really use your help.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true. After that situation with Carol, I think it’ll be nice to have another Grimm around.”

“Actually, Trubel is thinking of sticking around too. So you’ll get two.”

“Even better.” She smiles, leaving a kiss on Nick’s cheek.

You grin.

“Besides, we all know the real reason I’m staying is for Kelly. Isn’t that right you little cutie!”

You kiss his chubby cheeks and he giggles.

“We should have a small party. The others are going to be excited.”

You shrug.

“I guess so, I’m not doing anything at the moment.”

It might actually be kind of fun.

The second Monroe and Rosalee heard the news they insisted on hosting. Kelly and Diana were spending the night at Renard’s, so the rest of the squad was celebrating with you.

Hank and Nick were already three drinks in, telling some stories of past cases. Monroe was adding in similar instances where he got into some sticky situations with Nick. All in all, it was a great night. At some point you drift to the kitchen for a snack. Drink still in hand, you lean against the counter with a smile. You can hear their laughter and it brings you happiness. The type you weren’t certain you would receive again in life.

You catch sight of Wu walking in. From the looks of it, he was searching for you. He moves to your side.

“I guess you’re sticking around then.”

You nod, lowering your glass with a smile.

“With the trouble you and Nick get up too, I don’t have much of a choice. Trubel is planning to come back too. She wants to be closer and I have a place here, so she could stay with me. I figured a transfer wouldn’t be so bad. Portland has some good libraries.”

“So that’s the only reason you’re staying.”

Placing the glass at the side of you on the counter, you turn back to him.

“Should there be another reason?” You lift a brow.

Wu shrugs.

“I figured it was time for us to stop dancing around whatever this is between us.”

He’s not wrong. Since that stakeout, you’ve hung out more than a dozen times, but no one has brought up the topic. You were always running back to New York and Wu was usually helping Nick chase a criminal or wesen or both.

You can’t deny that Wu played a part in your decision to move. It wasn’t solely him, but all of them. Your family, they were here. Nick reaching out to you was the best thing to happen in your life. You’d lost a lot due to your abilities. Being a Grimm always comes with risk, but now you have people you care about and you want to be there for them. Protect them. It’s been a long time since you cared about people the way you do with these people. You’re grateful.

“Didn’t realize you’ve been thinking about it so much. Can’t get me out of your mind?” You tease.

You expect another one of his smart comments, but that isn’t what you get. He takes a step closer and your smile drops when he partially cages you against the counter.

“I can’t, but I guess I’m the only one.”

There’s something very sexy about Wu getting all serious. It just makes you tingle. You lick your lips, the tinge of alcohol still present. Shaking your head, you swallow.

“You’re not the only one.”

It’s never been just him. Your entire reason for trying to get a rise out of him was purely a way to get his attention. You liked it when his eyes seemed glued to you, even though he usually had a disgruntled look complaining about you constantly trying to shoot him.

“That’s good to know.”

You’re ready for him to elaborate, but his hands slide against your cheek and he kisses you, faster than your brain has time to process. Your brows shoot up in surprise and he pulls back immediately after delivering the earth quaking kiss. You let out one breath, lips parted, heart racing. You should have a quip, some kind of comeback, but he leans in again and your hand scrambles to ground you, pressing into the counter clumsily. His body presses against you, tongue parting your lips. You moan, legs slightly quivering. You always thought that when this finally happened you would be in control, but Wu has taken the lead.

His hand reaches around, and when he lifts you off the ground, you’re stunned. You’re now seated on the counter and you tremble when he lets out a low growl when you tug at his hair. You can’t think straight, otherwise you probably would have known that getting it on in the kitchen of a friend’s house was not ideal. Your hand brushes your glass and it falls to the floor, breaking on impact, but neither of you react. You’re too lost in the kiss. Your breathing is heavy and your legs keep him locked to your body.

“Uhh..guys?”

You both pull away, surprised at the group that’s now standing there.

There’s no way to make this seem like anything other than what it is.

“When did this happen!” Monroe looks completely lost. Rosalee and Adalind laugh. Wu steps back, helping you off the counter. Once you’re on your feet, you clear your throat, adjusting your clothing.

“H-Hey guys. “

Wu’s awkward words just prove what you both were just doing.

Hank just holds out his hand and Nick pulls out a twenty dollar bill, dropping it in his palm.

“What, you guys bet on this!” Wu asks.

“Of course we did. I thought she would either jump you on a case or at this party. I was right.” Hank responds triumphantly. He honestly shouldn’t be surprised. He just takes your hand.

“We’ll be turning in early tonight. Enjoy the rest of the party.” He guides you away and you follow behind, still very much dazed.

“W-Where are we going?”

“Back to my place so you can climb me like a tree.”

You blush at the use of your previous statement. You had no idea he heard that. He just sends you a smirk.

You’ve obviously taken Wu lightly. Something tells you he’s going to get back at you for the constant teasing. 

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Drew Wu (Grimm) - Oneshot

Nick has gotten used to plans going awry. 

The most recent case required some extra hands. With Monroe preparing for triplets and Hank in a fresh relationship, nightly trips like this became a bit difficult. He’d been following a trafficking ring run by Wesen. Currently he was crouched in a backroom with Wu, trying not to get discovered by the three Mauvi Dons outside.

The plan was either wait for the reinforcements or jump the three men and hope for the best. Nick took a breath, drawing his gun and Wu did the same.

“Ready?” Nick asked.

“Don't exactly have a choice now do I?”

He couldn’t argue with that. Nick clicked his gun quietly as they attempted to attack, but the grunts ahead made them pause. Yells of pain echoed and Nick briefly heard one of them woge, roaring, only for it to be interrupted by what sounded like a punch to the face. The sound was abruptly cut off. A minute of some more screaming and then the entire space fell quiet. Nick looked back at Wu who appeared just as confused.

“What the hell?”

Wu mouthed.

Eyes facing forward, Nick titled his head, trying to tune into the sounds. They heard what sounded like a blade being sheathed, then some steps. It took him a moment to realize it was coming from the back. He turned around the same time Wu did.

Wu flinched at the gun that was now pointed in his face. He swallowed, until the assailant removed their hood.

“(Y/N)!?”

You smirked, lowering your gun.

“Hey, I missed you guys.”

“Why is it every time we meet you always have a gun in my face!” Wu complained. You shrugged with a smile.

“Just one of those things.”

Nick shook his head with a laugh, walking over and hugging you. With a smile you returned it, patting his back.

“It’s good to see you.” He muttered.

You nod, pulling away as you holster your weapon.

“I took out the three idiots over there. Don’t worry, didn't kill them, just knock them out. One of them has a nasty gash though, you might want to call the ambulance.” Nick couldn't’ help the smile.

“Thanks for the save. Trubel’s been occupied with maintaining the new HW. Didn’t want to bother her if I didn’t have to.”

“It’s alright, I gotcha. I heard Rosalee is pregnant. That’s awesome. By the way, how’s the family? Kelly walking yet?”

“Yeah he took his first steps a month ago.” 

Nick pulled out his phone to show you the clip. Wu stepped forward, less than pleased that you both were acting as if there weren't three trained Wesen killers lying unconscious just ahead.

“Not to break up this little reunion, but I’d feel much better when we call in the calvary.”

You turn.

“Oh shoot, yeah you’re right. I should probably get out of here. It's going to be hard to explain what a librarian is doing with a gun and a machete.”

You laugh and Wu just looks unimpressed.

“Tough crowd.” 

You joke, patting Nick on the arm.

“See you guys in a bit.” You sneaked away and Nick just sent a look at Wu who had his arms folded.

“What?”

Wu just sighed, stepping out from their hiding space as he called for more officers.

It was crazy how your little partnership started with Nick. The books he’d obtained contained a lineage of Grimms, past as present. When he tracked you down you were convinced he was a Wesen at first. After a very heated fist fight, he’d finally got you to talk long enough to explain his reason for being there.

You were skeptical, but he showed you the books and weapons and you were excited. You’d explained that you’d never really met another Grimm. Finding out there were more out there was a relief. It’s not like you thought you were the only one, it was just tiring always hearing the gasp, then the woge, then the disbelief and screaming as a stranger ran from you. 

It got tedious.

You shared your own little collection of the birthright that was passed down to you. Since that day you would help whenever you could. Your parents had left a small house in Portland. It was practically your second home. More so now that you have an actual friend.

You walked into the precinct the following morning with a smile, cute dress and a pair of spectacles on your face. Your entire get up was unsuspecting. From the outside you looked like a harmless timid librarian. The moment Hank spotted you he was smiling. Nick and Wu turned from their respective spots.

“(Y/N), I heard you were in town.”

He laughed, walking over and giving you a hug. You were smiling the entire time. Renard caught you as he was heading to his office. He slowed, and you pulled away, sending him a wave.

“I take it you helped last night.” Renard asked.

You pushed up your glasses.

“I have no idea what you mean captain. For I am nothing more than a quiet bystander.” 

You fluttered your eyes for effect. Renard shook his head with a laugh walking away and both Nick and Hank just smiled. Wu was the only one who rolled his eyes.

“That damsel in the distress cover really is something.” 

He couldn’t understand how someone who looked so harmless could be so dangerous. You grin, strutting over to his station, sitting on the edge of the desk as you crossed your legs.

“You sound bitter sergeant, are you mad?”

“I’d be in a better mood if you didn’t try to shoot me every time we saw each other.”

“Occupational hazard.”

He didn’t buy it. He grabbed the files off the desk.

“If you’ll excuse me I’m going to process our traffickers.” 

He stood, walking away and your eyes followed, smirking at the way his hips seemed to move with that belt that hung off his waist.

“You should stop messing with him.” Hank offered.

“Why, it’s so cute to watch him squirm. By the way, I heard you got a new girlfriend.” 

You poked him playfully and he laughed.

“She’s just left on a trip. She's a fed. They caught a big case. Next time you’re in town you might get to see her.”

“Sounds like a plan. So what’s the next move? I’m here for the next three weeks. Figured I’d use some of my vacation days cause your case sounded serious.”

Nick nods.

“As soon as we get those three talking we’ll have the name of the guy in charge. Wu’s gonna be in charge of surveillance. If you want you can help him. I’m waiting to hear back from Trubel about any connections on her side. Figured it couldn’t hurt.”

“Better safe than sorry.” You agree.

“Looks like me and the sergeant will be spending more time together. “ Nick could already see the mischievous look on your face.

“No trouble (Y/N), I mean it.”

You lift your hands.

“Of course not, scout’s honor.”

“You weren’t a scout.” Hank interjected.

“Exactly.”

That smile of yours was every indication for trouble.

Like Nick predicted, one of your traffickers had given up their boss’s name. After much encouragement of course. The presence of not just one but two Grimms was more than enough motivation. Now you’re in a car with Wu at night keeping an eye on the boss.

Much to Wu’s displeasure.

You flipped through a page of your book. Wu’s eyes were focused on the house.

“So you still got that crazy Lycanthrope thing.”

“Yeah, why? Are you going to try and take me out?”

“If I wanted to you’d be dead ages ago.”

You just continued to read casually and Wu frowned.

“See it’s stuff like that. You just threatened me!”

“You asked a question, I provided an answer.”

You finally looked at him, adjusting your glasses on your face.

“It’s your fault if you choose to take it personally.”

“How can someone not take something like that personally. If you didn’t like me all you had to do was stay with Nick.” He stated. Your eyes scanned him for a second, closing your book.

“I do like you.”

The statement just earned a scoff.

“Yeah, is that why you’re always pointing a gun in my face?”

He’s just looking at you, waiting for you to say something else sarcastic. But you only slip off the glasses. He knows it’s just a prop. Your vision is fine. It’s just helped with the aesthetic of your entire look. With they are gone, he gets a better look of your eyes that don’t hold that normal aloofness to it. There’s a sincerity that catches him off guard.

“I like you.”

This time those words are somewhat of a whisper. He’s not used to seeing this side. He’s known you roughly a year and in all that time, the both of you had mostly exchanged words like before. But right now, it’s different. You shift in your seat, and he processes that you’re getting closer.

Your eyes shift to his lips for a second and he swallows, looking back at you in surprise. He’s a bit stunned, because if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were nervous. When you begin leaning in, he feels his eyes fluttering close. You lick your lips, and he’s sure you’re going to close the space. But something catches your attention from the corner of your eye and you turn abruptly. He jumps slightly, zoning back in.

“What’s wrong?”

You nudge your head.

The door to your crime boss’s house is open. He’s standing there talking with someone and Wu hurriedly grabs the camera, snapping some pictures of the exchange before they both walk inside.

“Was that..”

You nod.

“Police captain of the west precinct.” You confirm.

Looks like there’s more to your little trafficking situation than a scumbag trying to exploit innocent people. Gathering what you’ve obtained, you share it with Renard the next morning who’s busy trying to get a warrant from the judge so they can search his property. You’re seated at Nick’s desk. He’s running through bank records. Hank and Wu are in the office with Renard discussing what the next steps are.

“Vincent Barr. That’s our crime boss. He has quite the rap sheet, not to mention a pretty decent amount tucked away. Wu found some other offshore accounts connected to him. With this alone we can link him to the trafficking rings. Once we get the warrant for that captain’s place we’ll have more than enough to put them away for a long time.” Nick states. 

You hum, a bit distracted. Your eyes are still aimed in Wu’s direction. He steps out of the office, heading to a computer. Clearly on a mission.  Once he gets there, he’s in a slightly bent position, eyes rushing over the information. You tilt your head, biting down on your lip.

“Damn..”

“What?”

Nick lifts his head to figure out the reason behind your words. You finally turn to Nick who’s patiently waiting for an explanation.

“Nick, has Wu ever said anything about me?”

He laughs, turning back to his computer.

“He’s convinced you’re out to get him. Given how your last three meetings started, I’d say he has a reason to.”

Well, he’s not wrong about that.

“Is he seeing anyone?”

“Wu? Not that I know of.” 

Nick still appears oblivious to your line of questioning. Eyes glued to the screen.

“So he’s single.”

“Pretty sure." He mutters.

“That’s good to know.”

“Why, you trying to find someone for him?

“Something like that.”

Nick looks up at that last statement, catching the way your eyes have moved back to said sergeant. For a second he’s lost. But he spots the subtle way your eyes run over Wu’s form appreciatively.

“No way…Wu?!”

You nod,

“I’m going to climb him like a tree.”

Nick groans in disgust.

“I really didn’t need to know that.”

“Just giving you a heads up.”

You stand without another word, making your way over. Nick just gets back to work. He’s not getting involved in that.

“Sergeant.”

Wu turns at your call.

“Hey, did you hear, we just got the warrant. Hank and I are wrapping up to head over. We’re gonna grab Nick.”

“Sounds good. I guess when this is done I won’t really have a reason to hang around. You must be happy to hear that.” You say playfully.

There’s a subtle change on his face, almost like he’s evaluating something. Possibly all your meetings, or that conversation last night. He straightens, and you can’t help but find the action attractive. Usually he has this sarcastic aura about him, but right now, he’s serious. 

Focused.

“Did you mean it? What you said last night, or were you just messing with me?”

Most cases you would crack a joke and pretend that everything is within your control. But this time, that isn’t the right approach. You’d like to say it was just a heat of the moment thing, but that would be a complete lie. There’s definitely been an attraction, at least on your part. From the moment you met the snarky sergeant.

“I did. I meant everything that I said.”

Wu smiles.

“Even the part about popping me.”

You share his smile.

“Especially that part.”

He laughs and you feel content now that you’re both at better footing. Wu turns briefly when Hank calls and you look over to see Nick staring at you. All you do is smirk, licking your lips as you nudge your head at Wu suggestively. Nick directs his eyes elsewhere awkwardly. 

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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. 

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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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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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Raphael (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) - Oneshot

You and Raph have always had your disagreements, but this one felt a bit nuclear.

You’d just gotten back from another failed date. 

It was the second one this month. 

Being a hopeless romantic had its strengths and weaknesses. That’s why you came to the boys to vent. But the second Raph heard, he’d started with his stupid condescending words. 

“You keep chasing them, what the hell do you expect?” 

Leo sent his brother a look. While he knew very little about women, he knew the worse thing to do was to say that they were wrong. Especially if that woman is you. 

“What do you mean chasing them!! Those guys asked for my number!!” 

Raph scoffed, toothpick in his mouth as he turned. 

“Forget about it.” 

 You jump from your seat. 

“No! You can’t just say that crap and walk away!!” 

Grabbing his arm, he turns back in your direction, a frown on his face. 

“You’re gullible, that’s why. You think every guy out there is after love. You’re naive.” 

“You have some nerve  Raph!!” 

“You’re the one who asked.” 

“Well you didn’t have to be an ass about it!” 

“You want me to sugarcoat it. Love ain't easy.”

“What the hell do you know about love or how I feel!!” 

Leo could tell that this was getting sour quick, so he stepped between the both of you, placing a hand on your shoulder to back you up. You shoved his hand away, pushing past him. 

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT’S LIKE!!” 

Raph was ready to retaliate, but when he saw your tears, something in him just froze. You sobbed and his entire posture changed, no longer combative. 

“You..you have no idea what it’s like to be in love with someone who’ll never return those feelings..w-what else am I supposed to do..” 

You sound so broken and there seems to be so much more to that statement than an accusation, or a mere explanation. Before he can fully assess it, you’re wiping your tears with a frown. 

“I’m leaving.” 

Your tone sounds cold, unfeeling. Just like that you’re heading out and Leo follows behind. Not before sending his brother a look. 

Raph’s previous conversation with Leo runs back through his head. 

“She’s going on another date.” Raph grumbled. 

“You’re starting to sound jealous.” Leo made the comment absentmindedly, but Raph's silence made him look up from his mediating. Raph refused to look directly at him, and his face gave it all away. 

“Raph…do you-” 

“Shut up okay!!” 

If that wasn’t admittance, Leo wasn’t sure what was. 

“Why don’t you just tell her?” 

“Yeah, so we can hold hands and run off into the sunset. Fat chance.” 

Raph looked angry, and Leo realized at that moment it wasn’t at him, but the situation. Love was hard, but unrequited love, that was painful. At that moment, Leo wanted to confess everything. All the talks that you’d confided in him, but after each little confession, you begged him to swear to never say a word. Above all else, he never wanted to betray that trust, even if it meant helping his brother. So he did the next best thing.

“Tell her or I will.” 

Raph seemed startled at the threat and from his expression, it was clear that he was serious. 

“You better-” 

“Are you really threatening me?” 

Leo just grinned and Raph glared. When Leo stood, that smile was still planted on his face. 

“I’ll give you a day, after that I’m spilling the beans.”

It was stupid, getting blackmailed so easily. Maybe that’s why when you came in the following afternoon venting about your date he felt so agitated. It felt like a test, or a mockery. 

It’s not like you knew of his feelings, you weren’t intentionally trying to provoke him, but it was painful, listening to the person he held feelings for talk about searching for love somewhere else. 

“Damn it.” 

At the end of the day, he knew what he had to do, he just wished it was easier to achieve. 

~

“Let me know if you need anything.” 

Leo said those words right before he left. 

More than anything, you’re appreciative of Leo’s support. He’s always known, maybe before you did. Raph is an idiot, so you should expect his comments, but it still hurts. How could someone be that oblivious? 

You glare at the ceiling. 

“Moron.” 

The knock on your window makes your eyes shift. At first you assume it’s Leo, but he wouldn’t have knocked, you left the window open. He knows that. 

When you stand and slide the curtains, you confirm your assumption. 

It’s Raph.

“You gonna let me in.” 

“Why the hell should I?” 

“I came to apologize.” 

He grumbles looking away. 

“I don’t want it.” 

You’re just as stubborn as he is. So he expects combative words. 

“I’m sorry.” 

This time he looks at you and you can see the sincerity behind his words. It makes you a little irritated how easily he makes you fold. With a huff, you finally open the window and he climbs in. He steps into your room and you’re not sure what to do or say. He looks genuinely guilty for what was said. 

“Listen, whatever you do, I’ll support you.” 

Given how crappy he handled the situation, it was the least he could do. At this point, it might be the only way to maintain your friendship. As long as you were a part of his life, he would find a way to deal. 

You however are skeptical. Raph isn’t someone who makes empty promises or statements. Everything about him is purposeful. 

“You mean that.”

He sighed, nodding. 

“I’ll do whatever you need.” 

It would hurt, but more than anything, he just needed you to be happy. He never wanted to see those tears again. 

“Please just…don’t cry anymore.” 

Raph wouldn’t really look at you, and in that moment, you really wanted to cry, because the person you loved was standing right in front of you, but he couldn’t be further away. All you had to do was say those words. You would either lose him forever, or gain something amazing. Both options were somewhat terrifying, but you couldn’t keep pretending. You needed to be honest. To tell him, because more than anything, there’s a part of you that hopes he feels the same. 

“What if..” 

You gulp. 

“What if what I need… is you?” 

His head was still lowered and when he finally looked up, you wanted to bolt, but where could you go? This is your apartment. 

Raph looks stunned and you suck up what little courage you have left, taking a step. 

“I..need you Raph…” 

Your eyes are so honest, and he feels like a complete idiot, or maybe he just doesn’t believe it. It couldn’t be true. 

“You..you have no idea what it’s like to be in love with someone who’ll never return those feelings..w-what else am I supposed to do..” 

That time, the statement, was it about him?

“You..” 

You nod, because he doesn’t have to elaborate. 

“I’ve been in love with you for months Raph so please let me-” 

He hugs you and the action stuns you. Your feet are dangling off the ground and you’re startled. 

“Raph you-” 

“Please, just let me hold you. Don’t say anything.” 

His pleas sound the very same as yours from earlier and slowly but surely, your hands reach out, wrapping around his neck as you hold on. 

It seems like love might have been closer than you thought after all.

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Alexander (Grimm) - Crossover AU - Chapter 37

The next two weeks everything seems okay.

Well, aside from the dreams about Alexander, or the heat in your chest when you catch a whiff of something that smells even relatively like his scent.

Then there’s the way his voice has started to actually make you a bit wet over the phone.

You were careful to keep it under control because you don’t want to worry him, but it’s driving you a little crazy.

That’s why you’re consulting one of the best.

“I’m hoping when you finally see him it should all level out. I can’t say for sure what’ll happen. This is still new territory.”

You give her a smile.

“It’s okay Rosalee. Thank you for all your help. I just feel a lot better knowing it’s not something detrimental. “

The last thing you need is any more surprises.

“It’s been three weeks. It should be wearing off soon. I’ve been reading up and if I’m right, by the end of the month I should be in the clear.”

Since it’s your first time around, it might get easier every time it happens. The next time, you’ll have better control.

“Let me know if anything changes.”

You nod.

“Will do. I’m about to head to the office. Alexander got in last night and he wanted me to stop by.”

“That’s great. “

“Yep, see you later.”

You wave happily as you leave, anxious to see him.

You’re already dying to tell him about the last few cases and of course that one guy you punched unconscious. You probably shouldn’t feel so proud about that, but it’s still a bit funny. You practically skip into the building. Jogging up the stairs you hum to yourself. The second you get to his door you knock.

“Come in.”

You enter with a broad smile. Alexander looks up, mirroring that look.

“Ms. Jane, what a wonderful surprise.”

There’s a teasing in tone to his words and you close the door to ask about his trip, but the second you catch his scent in the air, you inhale. Your body pauses and you feel the heat of everything just rush through your body. Alexander looks a bit confused at your sudden shift.

“(Y/N), is everything alright?”

He gets no response. He is however a bit startled when you climb onto the desk. His words aren’t able to leave his lips, you move right into his lap and you let out a soft sound right before you kiss him. His hands clumsily move to your waist, puzzled, but definitely aroused. You’re usually more controlled. He’s typically the one to lose his reason, especially at work. His mind finally seems to register your strange behavior, because he pulls back to speak with you.

“(Y/N), have you taken something?”

Your pupils are fully blown and your lips immediately change course, tugging at his collar to get it free. Once you undo the first few buttons you start leaving kisses along his neck. He grips at your hip, closing his eyes at the sensation. The last place he should be doing this is his office. Especially after Benjamin had walked in on the both of you that last time. He needs to exercise restraint, but he can already feel himself tightening in his pants as you press into him.

“Call…Rosalee..”

It’s a mutter you let out between your hungry kisses. He just barely processes the statement. The second he does, he tries to reach for his phone on the desk. Your hands have started to undo his tie. He swallows, dialing the number as he tries to maintain what little composure he has left. He needs to keep a steady mind so he can formulate words when Rosalee answers the phone.

~

The ringing makes Rosalee reach for the cell phone. She doesn’t recognize the number, but still answers.

“This is Rosalee.”

“M-Ms Calvert I..”

Alexander groans and Rosalee’s brows furrow on the other side of the phone.

“Alexander?”

There’s some movement, and Monroe walks in when he sees the confusion on his wife’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure, I think something is wrong with Alexander.”

She clicked the button, putting it on speaker phone.

“Alexander, I'm here with Monroe, what’s wrong?”

There’s some more rustling and a short gasp before he speaks again.

“There is..there’s something wrong with (Y/N). S-She’s attacking me..”

“Attacking!” Monroe asked in a panic.

Another grunt left his lips and he cursed. He realized that he might have used the wrong word.

“Not in that way I-”

His words are cut short and when a moan echoes over the phone. Their eyes widened in surprise. Suddenly the background noise makes sense. The sounds of your frantic kissing seem very loud over the phone.

“Ms. Calvert!”

Alexander sounds a bit flustered and Rosalee winces.

“I’m so sorry, she didn’t want to worry you. There’s nothing physically wrong with her. She’s just in heat.”

“Heat…”

He mutters distractedly.

“Yes. I was hoping when she finally saw you the pheromones would dissipate, but it seems to have increased. You can try to talk her down, but I’m not really sure how useful that will be. Your best option might be to..”

She wasn’t sure how to word it without it being awkward.

“Indulge.” She finished.

The sounds of something crashing made them both jump and Monroe eyed the phone. There was a stretch of nothing but movement. She wondered if he’d dropped the phone.

“Alexander?”

“Fuck, you smell amazing.”

The sounds of your voice felt a bit too intrusive. Rosalee reached over and hung up the phone quickly.

“You hung up!”

“What was I supposed to do? That was weird, I feel kinda dirty. Do you think he’s okay?” Rosalee asked.

“Let’s just try not to think about it.” Monroe suggested.

“Good idea.”

Alexander was a big boy, he would figure it out. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 2

"Change the meeting, I'll be there on Tuesday."

Standing at his side, you kept your focus forward as Lex carried on with his work. The double doors to his main room opening caught both your attention and in walks his father. There was a man behind him. Clean suit, harsh eyes, noticeable muscles. Lex released a sigh.

"Yes, thank you."

With that he hung up the phone, standing, ready to deal with his father's newest game to prove he was the world's worst parent.

"Dad, to what do I owe the pleasure." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Well Lex, I thought that I would do you the honor of hiring a more qualified bodyguard. After that incident at the conference, you can understand why I would be worried."

It was almost laughable that he would say that. Lex knew better.

"While I do appreciate the feign worry, I already have a qualified person in that position."

Lionel merely smirked.

"If she is so qualified, how about a little test?"

The man cracked his knuckles and Lex frowned.

He barely had a chance to object, because Lionel waved his hand and the man came rushing at you. Lex intended to intervene, but he didn't have to. The poor bastard made it about a foot into your personal space before your fist connected with his face and he was down for the count. Lionel just gaped, and so did Lex.

He was out cold.

"Want to join him?"

Your words were directed at Lionel and he swallowed, sending a disapproving look in Lex's direction.

"Is this how you train your staff Lex?"

He was still trying to wrap his mind around your one punch that took down that beast of a man.

You kneeled, reaching over and grabbing the guy by his collar as you slapped him across the face. He jolted awake, obviously disoriented. When his gaze focused you glared and the man gulped.

"Get up and get out."

You released him and he scrambled to his feet, rushing out the room in record time.

"Not much of a guard I would say." You spoke.

Lionel looked anything but pleased, but he knew when to fall back.

"I'll be seeing you Lex."

He casted his gaze in your direction, lips in a tight line before he turned, leaving the room. The minute he was gone you spoke.

"Your father is an asshole."

Lex turned to you, then after a second, he laughed. Not only had you outwardly intimidated his father, but you were probably the first person that had the guts to say that to his face. Lex shook his head, moving back to his seat.

"How about a raise?"

"Sounds good to me."

He couldn't deny it, you were good.

It was strangely comforting having someone so indifferent.

You never got overly involved in his personal life and you never strayed from your task. Lex appreciated the professionalism. But there was a part of him that wanted to get closer. Understand how you'd ended up not only in this line of business, but in the army. You were an enigma. There was nothing he enjoyed more than solving a mystery.

"This is (Y/N) Howlett."

On one of his trips to the Talon he felt it necessary to introduce you since you would be at his side for the foreseeable future. On the more casual meetings he encouraged that you wear whatever you wanted. That's why he didn't expect the plaid. He couldn't help but smile at the similarity. You and Clark were literally wearing the same outfit. Maybe it was a universal protector's outfit.

Chloe was the one who pointed it out.

"You guys are like siblings." She joked.

Your eyes shifted in Clarks direction, and he raised a brow when you leaned over and sniffed him. Your eyes were narrowed suspiciously.

"You smell funny."

His cheeks flushed and both Pete and Chloe laughed.

"It must be the hay." Pete interjected in which Clark whined about. Lex was wearing a smile.

Despite your very unapproachable energy, they all seemed at ease around you. He'd sat down and you were at his side, a newspaper in your hands as they all spoke back and forth. Clark had not so subtly tried to ask you questions to make you feel more a part of the group.

"So where are you from?"

"Not here."

"Oh, well when did you move to Smallville?"

"A while ago."

"W-What do you like to do for fun?"

"Eat."

Chloe and Pete were trying to hold in their laughter and Lana just gave Clark a pat on the shoulder for good effort. Your hard gaze was now fixed on Clark and he looked away, changing the subject.

After a few hours Lex decided to call it a day. Chloe and Pete were the first to leave and Lana had returned to serving tables. Lex was grabbing some pastries to go. It was just you and Clark standing at the side. He was doing his best not to make eye contact since it seemed like you already didn't like him.

"You're not normal."

Those words had him looking at you in alarm. Your expression was still somewhat stoic.

"I-I don't know what you-"

"Don't lie to me. I'm not an idiot. I can smell it on you."

Now he was unnerved. He thought the scent remark earlier was just a jab.

"You smell different from Lex, and he's been infected by the meteors. Your scent is different, more pure. You don't smell human."

He didn't like this.

Not at all.

"I won't tell Lex."

That's not what he expected.

Your gaze moved to Lex momentarily before it shifted back to him.

"He told me what you did. Not just that day on the bridge, but all the other times that you've saved his life as well as a lot of your friends. I'm not usually someone who gives advice, but you should have more faith in him. He's a lot more understanding than you give him credit for. "

Clark meant to say something, but Lex returned with the paper bag.

"Ready to go."

You nodded.

"Yes."

You didn't say anything else and Lex just gave Clark a tap on the shoulder as you both were walking out the door.

Maybe it was then you realized that Lex was a lot more protected than you thought.

Still, you were diligent in your job.

As easy as it was to remain set on this mission, there were times where it was harder.

Harder to admit that maybe Lex was more than just a charge, or a means to get your next paycheck. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 1

It was strange for the average person, but Lex felt like he was used to his life being in danger. So hiring new security at this point was a routine.

That's why he had the string of people in suits walking in and out of his mansion. His last option had to be the winner, he hoped. In truth he had a lot of good prospects. Maybe his reluctance came with his lack of trust.

If Clark had the credentials he would hire him in a heartbeat. He was probably the only person in the world he trusted with his life. Heaven knows he's been there for him on more occasions than he can count.

"Send them in."

His assistant nodded, opening the doors as the last interviewee walked in. The door closed behind them and Lex looked up, ready with questions, but the person standing before him made his brows knit.

It was a woman, if he could say that.

This person could not have been much older than Clark.

Yet she was dressed in a suit. brows furrowed. Face stuck in what seemed like a perpetual glare.

Lex did a double take, eyes moving to the resume before him.

(Y/N) Howlett.

"You served two years overseas?"

"Yes. I joined the army when I was eighteen. I returned a few months ago. My lieutenant said I should live a normal life. So now I'm here."

He's certain this could not be what he meant.

Not many people your age gravitated to the military. At least not in Smallville.

He had a list of questions, but it just felt awkward to ask. He wasn't sure how he felt about hiring someone who looked fresh out of college. You should have been pursuing other interests. Something that didn't involve the possibility of death.

"If you're worried you'll put me in danger, that's unnecessary. I know this place has a lot of weird occurrences. So my story shouldn't be that hard to grasp."

"Your story?" Lex asked.

"I can't die."

He just stared at you blankly wondering if you were just trying to bag the job. He couldn't help but smile.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm but this is a serious position and I-"

You stood, lifting your hand and when he saw your clenching fist manifest three metal claws, he stumbled out of his seat. You angled it towards your stomach and he panicked

"W-Wait stop!!"

The metal pierced your skin and Lex flinched when you barely even reacted. Your expression was neutral as the claws retracted and you unclench your fist.

"Like I said, I can't die. I'll be expecting my first check on time."

Lex was too speechless to speak. He swallowed, still glancing at your stomach as if waiting for you to collapse. You just fixed your suit, completely unbothered by the blood that dirtied your white shirt.

There was really only one thing to do.

"You're hired."

That's how you became his personal bodyguard.

Of course he still had his appointed head of security, but you accompanied him at all personal events and meetings. At first he wasn't sure how to act naturally around you. Especially after the discovery. He expected you to at least show some kind of unease, but your entire personality was unbothered.

The first time he saw you in action, he was at a conference.

"The room is secured."

You stepped to the side for him to enter the suite. He did so as you followed behind, closing the door.

"The senator and a few other politicians are going to be at the banquet. I'd advise that after your speech you have a few words with a select few and leave. A lot of people could care less for some of the political agendas of these rich idiots."

Lex was surprised at the language.

"You realize I'm one of those rich idiots."

"You are rich, but you're not an idiot. I've been around enough of them to tell."

He couldn't help but smile. If he could appreciate one thing, it was your bluntness and honesty. You weren't someone who held your tongue. Then again, you didn't really say much unless it had to do with his safety.

"I appreciate the compliment."

"It wasn't a compliment."

There was that bluntness.

He nodded, heading to place down his briefcase to go over a few matters before he called it a night. There was a connecting room which you insisted on, so he knew you would probably do another round through the halls before you decided to turn in. He made himself comfortable on the couch, letting out a sigh when there was a knock on the door.

"Room service!"

You were quick to answer the door, and in strolled a man with a trolley. He smiled, and Lex was about to make a request when you grabbed the man by the back of his head and slammed it into the tray. Lex jolted, and the door flung open, two more men walking with guns in their hands.

Lex barely saw you even draw your own before shots were firing. His body dropped to the floor and he heard the sound of shouts and bones breaking. A yell echoed and someone was thrown over the couch. He jumped in place when the man fell right in front of him, unconscious.

Face badly bruised.

There was another sound of metal connecting with bone. If the harsh bang was anything to go off. Another body landed over the couch and he scrambled to grab the gun out of the man's waist band just as you lowered. Lex had managed to free the weapon, pointing it right at your face. When he realized he cursed, lowering his hand.

"Good reflexes."

That's all you said and he just stared at you as if you'd grown an extra head.

"I almost shot you in the face!"

"Can't die, remember?"

He wanted to say more, but he couldn't really think of what he could say. You straightened, and he followed, looking at the scene. All three men were down for the count.

"I called John."

His head of security.

That was a good call.

"Police will be here soon. Let's get you out of this room. You're making that speech tomorrow whether these assholes like it or not."

You took his upper arm, about to lead him away but he halted.

You turn.

"How..how did you know?"

"I caught their scent earlier so I told John and I decided to keep an eye out just in case. They reek of gunpowder. I was worried they would attack in the open, but they were trying to keep everything on a lower scale. Hence the room service. Oldest trick in the book."

He couldn't believe it.

You'd literally saved him from an assassination with nothing but a scent that you supposedly caught. He had so many questions, but he figured he could do so in a room that didn't have unconscious assassins.

When he accepted your words, you gave a nod as you led him out.

Maybe that's when he realized that he shouldn't question your judgment. He supposed it was just hard to break certain habits. At the time he was just grateful he hadn't caught a bullet.

Just like that, your partnership continued. 

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Patrick Jane (Mentalist) - Short Story : Chapter 4 - Final

Jane has always been a troublemaker, you’ve always known that. So this shouldn’t be a surprise.

Exhibit A.

“W-We’re going to be late for work..”

Although you said that, you weren’t exactly resisting. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he picked you up, pressing you against the bathroom wall. The intention was to take a shower and then get to work, but of course Jane had other plans. His skin was slick from the droplets. The way his usually fluffy curls were matted back was a sight to behold.

“I’ll take full responsibility.”

The second you felt him press against you, there was no use, you weren’t leaving that room until both of you were thoroughly satisfied.

Exhibit B.

“J-Jane!”

You almost choked on your words when you felt his hand slide between your legs. The both of you were supposed to head back to the bullpen to present what you found. When you parked the car and Jane slipped off his seatbelt you assumed he would step out, but you were now gripping your seat as Jane worked to slide your zipper down. You barely got another word out, his hand went right for your panties and you were gripping at his arm as he smirked, leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“You shouldn’t have been so cute telling that congressman off, I got distracted.”

His words had your head leaning back and his smile widened when he slid a finger inside of you. Your hips bucked, eyes unable to focus. You were in the parking garage, you just prayed that no one would walk by, because this was definitely against regulation.

“I like it when you get all bossy.”

He licked his lips, and your brows furrowed as you pulled him in for a kiss.

It was obvious that you couldn’t say no to Jane.

He knew how to push your buttons, make you squirm. Just thinking about your escapades had you getting a little hot. Picking up a file, you fanned yourself, letting out a sigh.

Getting worked up like this at work would not be good, especially if Jane caught you.

“He’s too much sometimes.”

You smile to yourself, thinking about how wrong you’d been about the man in your head.

You also thought he was pretty harmless, although now you know that’s far from the truth. He seems to do something everyday to drive you crazy. Maybe that’s why you’d been looking at certain items.

It was curiousity at first. You were having drinks with Vanpelt and Lisbon. After a few shots you became a little more honest about certain interests.

Although that still didn’t explain why you’d bought the items.

It was an impulse. You stumbled upon them and couldn’t help yourself. Now that it was sitting there in your room, you don’t have the nerve to even broach that topic. You keep talking yourself out of it.

Shaking your head, you try not to think about it. There’s no use worrying about such a thing.

You do your best to get through the rest of the day. The case is a bit tiresome. When your shift is over and you finally get to the comfort of your home you relish in the warmth of your shower. When you step out you’re dressed with a towel over your shoulder. You hear Jane calling.

“I’m up here!”

You hear his steps up the stairs. You smile when you hear the bedroom open and he peeks his head in.

“Are you presentable?”

You laugh, and he walks in fully, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’m almost done, I just got out of the shower.”

The plan is to have a nice movie and dinner. Maybe a cup of tea for Jane.

You think nothing of Jane moving around your room until you remember the particularly scandalous items you left out in the open.

Apparently it’s too late.

“What’s this?”

He swipes the bag off the dresser before you can get it.

“I-It’s nothing Jane, give it back!”

You drop your towel, trying to get the bag.

He peeks inside and you can feel the color rushing to your face when his eyebrows lift in surprise.

“Oh my.”

“Give it back!”

He shakes his head, now holding over your head.

“I had no idea you were so adventurous.”

“I-It’s not mine!”

A weak lie.

“The receipt says differently.”

Damn him.

You really should have known better. Jane is too nosy for his own good. He’s also now wearing that smile when he’s about to make his little observations. You don’t need him outlining your interest to you, it’s already embarrassing that he found out.

“My guess is that you saw it somewhere high school..no college!”

“J-Jane stop it!”

You try to make another grab for the paper bag, but he still holds it out of your reach.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal to be curious. You wanted to try it, but your already rooted mistrust made you cautious. You were constantly second guessing if people truly accepted you for you, exploring your interests must have been out of the question.”

It’s annoying how well he reads everything. You drop your hands in defeat and Jane lowers his.

“I know it’s weird okay.” Your cheeks are burning with heat.

“There’s nothing weird about it. When you indulge in those types of activities with someone you trust in a healthy manner, then there is nothing weird about it. Being blindfolded isn’t exactly taboo.”

You don’t understand how he can speak about it so casually.

“Would you like me to try it?”

Your eyes widen.

“W-What! N-No of course not!”

“Your words say no but your eyes are screaming yes. You want to try it, desperately but you’re afraid that I won’t say yes or I’ll be put off by it. I assure you I’m not.”

You just gape and Jane smirks.

“I have to admit that I’m curious what you look like with nothing but a blindfold on.”

You’re stunned, truly. He must be messing around, he can’t be serious.

“I’m very serious.”

Your mouth closes as you look away.

“If you’re uncomfortable we don’t have to. I just want you to know that if you wanted, then I’d love to.”

He sounds so sincere, and from what you can read off him, he’s just as eager at the idea as you. Jane finally places the bag down on the bed as he moves closer to you.

“I want you to know that you can trust me with anything. You never have to hide anything from me, no matter how embarrassing you might think it is.”

You already know that. Jane hasn’t ever done anything to make you think otherwise. Looking away bashfully, you nibble on your lower lip.

“I…I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Jane grins and you roll your eyes.

“Like you even had a doubt that you were wrong Jane.”

“I hoped I was right and I was.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Whatever, let’s just go and get dinner. All this tension has worked up an appetite. “

You’re about to head for the door, but he stops you, hugging you from behind.

“Stop messing around Jane, I'm hungry.” You whine.

He leans in, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“I am too.”

His tone is sultry and you swallow. His hands move down your body and your breathing staggers when slides a hand between your legs and the other hand cups your breast.

“I want to try it.”

You don’t need an explanation on what it is, you have a very good idea. The room feels as though the temperature has increased significantly. Your hair is still somewhat damp from the shower and you’re only really wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts. He releases you, and you turn. It must be pretty obvious that you’re turned on. He backs you up slowly, and when he tosses the contents of the bag into the bed, you lick your lips.

The cotton blindfold and floral fluffy cuffs are impossible to hide. You turn back to him.

“Are you sure..”

He looks willing, but you hope he’s not just trying to please you.

“Positive.”

He only pulls away from you to remove his clothing. You’re so distracted by the sight that you forget you should be doing the same. He lets out a low laugh when he sees you get the message. You clumsily get out of your clothing in ample time. Once you're free of the garments, Jane reaches for the blindfold. You’re more than a little eager.

“Turn around.” He instructs.

You obey, turning your back to him as he ties it over your eyes. Once he’s done he leaves a kiss on your shoulders. The cuffs are next. He guides you to the bed first, ensuring that you’re comfortable. It’s a strange feeling. You’ve been naked against the sheets before, but this time feels different.

He takes your hand, kissing each wrist before he places the cuffs on. Now that everything is ready, you’re not sure what to expect.

Laying there, you try to steady your heart rate. It’s hard to concentrate with how much anticipation is rushing through your veins.

“If at any point you want to stop we can, just say the word.”

You nod, and you feel him leave a kiss right at your ankle. The fluffy cuffs around your wrists are preventing you from actually reaching for him. The blindfold around your eyes doing its job.

“You’re adorable (Y/N).”

You whimper, because it feels like torture. He’s just peppering kisses over your body, but he won’t fully touch you. It’s driving you mad. His finger begins tracing a path up your leg, to your knee, between your legs. You clench them together and he clicks his tongue.

“Naughty girl, open your legs for me.”

You shake your head, glaring the best you can. You know he can’t see it, but you still try.

“N-No! You’re going slow on purpose. I-If you’re going to keep teasing me then we’re both gonna suffer.”

Jane chuckles.

“Sounds like the one suffering the most is you, if you obey I’ll give you a treat.”

You don’t want to give in, but you also want the treat.

“Open your legs.”

He coaxes.

You nod, and when his hands part your knees you aren’t really sure what to expect. It’s only when you feel his breath against your most sensitive spot that you react. You gasp the minute you feel his lips slide over your center.

Your hips jerk almost on instinct and you moan as his tongue moves back and forth. He’s licking, teasing you in the best possible way. Your legs are trembling, the sounds coming out are hard to control. It’s when his hands push at the back of your legs that you’re convinced that you’ll lose your mind. Your hands reach down, slipping into his hair and he lets out a soft groan of appreciation that travels throughout your body.

You’re a bit delirious. It’s possible that the lack of vision has amplified your other senses. Everything feels so much more sensitive. The sound of his tongue inside of you is almost too much to handle. Your stomach twists and when his teeth nudge at your clit, it pushes you over the edge. 

You jerk against him, and he greedily licks at your juices that flow. You’re heaving, head turning to the side as you do your best to catch your breath, Your legs lower, body a bit worn from the release. You need a moment to gather yourself. You can feel Jane pulling back.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

You can’t get your thoughts to settle long enough to form a response. All you know is that it was mind blowing.

You feel Jane’s hand press into the mattress, right next to your waist. You’re waiting for what he has in store next. When you feel his fingers sliding between your thighs you can pretty much guess. His finger enters you and you moan, he just lets out a low chuckle.

“I licked you clean but you’re still dripping wet.”

He slides another finger in and you’re convinced you’ll lose your mind. His actions are slow, you know he’s doing it on purpose. He likes to taunt you with his skill. With your hands still bound, you can’t pull him close the way you would like to. You can only beg.

“P-Please Jane..”

You need more.

“Call me sir.”

You don’t expect the demand, but you’re positive that you’re soaked now.

“Please..sir.”

Jane smirks, stroking your hair.

“Good girl. Now tell me exactly what you want.”

You groan in frustration.

“Jane stop messing around I want you to-”

He clicks his tongue, and you almost protest when you feel his fingers leave. You’re a bit frantic now.

“What did I say?”

“Sir please!”

You’re desperate.

With a hum, he presses a kiss to your neck, then your cheek, right next to your ear.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck me!”

He grins.

“Gladly.”

One of his hands moves your wrist above your head, and the other lifts your thigh. You just barely let out a moan when he slides in. His hips jerk forward with force and you all but choke out his name as he begins to thrust into you steadily.

The angle of your leg seems to give him the access he needs. You’re a mess, and Jane loves it. When he lowers your hands, he places them right behind his neck. The lock there, and now he has the necessary leverage that drives you wild. With your bodies connected, breathing untamed, all you can think is that you should have brought this up before.

Sometimes it’s nice to have a mentalist as a boyfriend.

~~~

“We got back the forensics. Tyler’s prints were all over the room.” Lisbon nods as you hand her the document. Jane is looking as smug as always.

“Alright, you were right, you happy Jane.”

“Ecstatic.”

You just smile.

“(L/N), let’s take a little trip over to the residence.” Jane encourages.

“Yes sir.”

It slips out before you can stop yourself and all heads turn in your direction. Heat rushes up your cheeks and Jane’s smile just widens.

“I-I mean Jane!”

You dash out of the room before anything else is said and they turn to Jane.

He doesn’t explain, just walks out with a triumphant smile.

Rigsby looks back and forth for a moment.

“You don’t think..”

Lisbon shakes her head aggressively.

“I don’t wanna know.”

She knows better than to ask any questions.