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Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) - Noble Series 1: Our Love - Chapter 26

The beam of blue energy that shoots up into the sky is startling and Ichigo is forced back by the sheer power.

His hand lifts when he finally grounds his feet, skidding to a stop. When he looks over, your body is levitating.

Renji and Rukia can only stare.

Byakuya turns slowly, stunned when he sees your once lifeless body upright.

Danuja’s eyes widened at the scene.

He can barely process what he’s seeing because it couldn’t be…

“Emiko-sama..”

He was hard to believe. He truly thought it was her. For a brief moment he felt guilt, but it was gone in a second.

His jaw is clenched tightly.

He expected injury, pain, at least some indication of your previous detrimental circumstances. But your robes were beating against the wind, and when he had a better visual, he was stunned at your attire. You were now wearing a lengthy pink floral patterned kimono, similar to what he’d seen you wear countless times at your old manor. So elegant, a vision of beauty.

Your sword is drawn, but it’s not the blade it was before. It has grown significantly in size and there’s a similar pink string attached at the base of your blade. It has expanded at least ten times the size it was before, and your blade’s hilt has changed to a more curved angle.

Your hair is now a startling fiery red.

Your eyes look hollow of any emotion, and the subtle glow that is emitting from your body isn’t lost on him. Even after the wind has dissipated, your robes are still swaying.

“This shouldn’t be possible, she was barely conscious, so how did she activate Bankai? Especially in that state.”

He didn’t like this.

“I need a distraction.”

He snapped his fingers and the large amount of hollows had them once again bracing for battle. Ichigo and Byakuya prepared for the worst, but before they could make a move, the mass of red spears stopped them cold.

Each hollow present had one going right through its head.

Danuja’s eyes widened in fear.

“T-That’s impossible!!”

Their bodies were fading out, and Ichigo looked around, just as astonished.

Renji was still keeping at a distance, protecting Rukia.

“She..she killed all of them…”

Ichigo muttered.

Byakuya’s eyes moved in your direction. He could still see the blood from your earlier wounds, but you looked normal. If he could say that.

Your irises were glowing as blue as the rest of your body.

“(Y/N)...”

He didn’t like this.

Usually Bankai was activated as a means to control the battle, the fact that you were close to death wasn’t exactly uncommon. This isn’t the first time any other reaper has been in such a position. It’s the lack of reaction that worries him.

He’s more than grateful that your wounds seem to have healed themselves. But to what extent has this altered your consciousness or perception of reality. Your only focus seems to be Danuja, and the attack of ruby spears that previously appeared had vanished just as quickly. They seemed like an extension of your now colored hair which has also grown in similar length to your robes.

Danuja looks agitated, and he charges at you angrily.

His jaw is clenched tightly, and when he disappears, Byakuya is ready to defend, but there seems to be no need. You swipe your blade at the back of you, both hands holding the hilt. At first glance they don’t see a thing. It looks like you’re just attacking the air. But in a matter of seconds, all that’s seen is a diagonal line of blood, and then his body appears.

Now visible, Danuja lets out a strangled gasp, and the thorns that he had summoned before surround his body before they deteriorate very similar to the way the hollows had. You look completely unaffected, and he looks ready for another blow from your sword, but you clenched your fist this time and he doesn’t have a chance to react before you're mere inches away from him. Your knuckles connect to his jaw and it sounds like a bomb has gone off. Ichigo is startled, along with everyone else.

Danuja’s body goes barrelling to the ground at a speed that is alarming. When his body connects with the ground, the impact echoes, lifting a significant amount of dirt and causing a mass of debris.

Your body is gone again, and Byakuya follows, along with Ichigo.

Danuja grunts in pain. There’s a crater the size of a building and his body is wedged into the ground. His jaw was swollen, which was a compliment if anything given the force of the blow you delivered.

“She completely removed the connected thorns. I..I can’t get reinforcements.”

That seemed like the least of his problems at the moment. Even if he’d managed to get more hollows, he would still need a separate plan of attack. After what you’d done the first time, he would have a few seconds to make a move. As it stood, even an hour would do him no good.

“I can’t move..”

He’d never experience strength like that before. When he saw you land a few feet before him, he swallowed.

“I…I underestimated you.”

He didn’t expect a reaction.

He could tell by the emptiness of your expression that you were far gone. Your brain must have only been able to process him as the enemy before you were able to use your Bankai. It’s clear that you’re going on pure adrenaline.

He’s not sure what’s more terrifying. The fact that you’re this powerful, partially conscious, or that you could have killed him ten times over if you’d actually been in a normal state of mind when you’re Bankai activated.

At this point, he accepts his faith.

If by some miracle you didn’t kill him, the other reapers would surely have him executed for what he’s tried.

You were now standing right before him, and when you lifted your blade, he closed his eyes, preparing for it. But the brief brush of air changed his focus. He opened his eyes just in time to see Byakuya grab your wrist. You were looking at him, hand still lifted. There was nothing warm or inviting about your eyes.

“(Y/N).”

There was no reaction to your name, but no further resistance or attack. You’re stronger, he knows that. If you were to land one of those blows on him, surely he would not be in much better shape than Danuja, but he knows you. If you truly were gone, you would not have cared for who you were attacking right now.

Everyone would be an enemy.

Ichigo, Renji and Rukia land.

All watching.

“He must die.”

Your tone sounded so casual and Ichigo’s brows furrowed, preparing for just about anything.

“Our duty was to apprehend the intruder. There’s no need for added action. He is subdued. Release your Bankai.”

“I refuse.”

You pulled back your wrist, adjusting your stance and Byakuya did the same.

“The second he aimed his attack at my pride, he guaranteed his death.”

Byakuya was a bit startled, because he’d once uttered those very words for Rukia. Your eyes looked resolute, unshakeable, yet your hand, it wasn’t steady. Byakuya could see it, your hesitance. They’d all been reacting under the assumption that you weren’t conscious, in control of your actions, but it was the complete opposite.

Byakuya stepped to the side, and Ichigo’s eyes widened.

“W-What the hell are you doing!!”

He flash stepped, but Byakuya was quicker, blocking his way.

“Stand down, Kurosaki.”

Ichigo just glared.

“You’re going to let her kill him in cold blood!!”

Renji and Rukia seemed worried about the same. You stepped over to Danuja, and Ichigo anticipated it, but you did nothing. Your eyes still held a level of emptiness, but his eyes shifted to your hands, and when he saw the tremors, his shoulders dropped slowly, expression evening out in realization. Byakuya turned around, now facing in your direction. You were standing over Danuja, but you didn’t move, couldn’t move.

Gritting your teeth, your head lowered, and the changes to your attire and hair seemed to almost crystallize right before their eyes as it all faded out. The transition sounded like ice breaking, and just like that, both your hands dropped at your sides, zanpakuto hitting the ground as your knees buckled. Byakuya was right next to you in an instant, catching you midfall.

All you could do was look up at him, eyes shaking.

He could still see the holes in your black robes, but the injuries were gone. Relief washed over him, and you looked about ready to plead your case.

“I-”

He shook his head, lifting you into his arms.

In that moment, it felt like everything would somehow be okay. 

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Ishida Uryuu (Bleach) - Oneshot : Extra 1.

It’s become so natural to visit him.

This particular one was a bit unplanned.

Jumping down from the rooftop, you landed right in front of his door.

“Mommy look! That woman can fly!!”

Your eyes moved in the direction of the voice, and the older woman just smiled at her child.

“That’s nice.”

She pulled him along, and the child waved with a grin. You returned in with a thoughtful look, just as the door before you opened.

“(L/N)-san. I felt your reiatsu.”

You nod.

“Yes, I completed my mission and I was wondering if you would care to take a walk. The weather is beautiful.”

Ishida nodded, closing the door.

“That would be nice.”

You seemed content with his response as you both walked down the road in silence.

“I apologize Ishida-san, I always forget that most humans cannot see me in this form. It must be uncomfortable when we are in public.”

“I don’t mind.”

You smile internally.

He’s a bit proud, so you suppose you should have expected such a response.

“I was actually startled today. A child saw me. Humans are stronger than many give them credit for.”

You’ve never been one to underestimate others. After meeting Ichigo, you supposed that was amplified.

“Resilience is possible as long as there is will. If Ichigo wasn’t so hard headed I probably would not be here today.”

“He is quite headstrong. I am grateful. “

“The Soul Society is lucky to have him as an ally.”

“Yes. We are lucky for all our allies.”

He didn’t think much of the statement, not until he saw that expression you wore. He stopped and so did you. Just for a moment, it sounded like you were grateful for him, this bond, this friendship.

“Is that the only reason you continue to visit?”

You didn’t expect the question. Your intention was to laugh it off, brush it to the side. Yes, you respect him, and you treasure this friendship. That’s why you know that hoping for more is out of the question.

“We’re friends. Isn't it normal to check in on each other.”

“That’s true, but is that the only reason, or is it because you care about me?”

His words made you stiffen, and he fully expected a flat denial, but when you turned, you looked more flustered than anything else. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes shaking, and he couldn’t stop the fond expression that he was now wearing. He stepped forward, and each movement seemed to just add color to your cheeks.

“I-Ishida-san..”

Your voice sounds so meek, and somehow it strikes him right in the heart. You’re always so sure with your words, your actions, yet here he stands, being as transparent as possible and you look about ready to fold.

His smile is warm, and you couldn’t take it. You stepped forward, burying your face in his chest as you clutched onto his shirt. He took a step back at the sudden move, and when he caught the redness at the tips of your ears, he understood.

“Please don’t..look at me..”

He couldn’t help but appreciate the shyness.

It was endearing.

His hand laid at the back of your head, and he felt the way you seemed to melt against him.

“This side of you is cute.”

He didn’t need to look down, he could feel your heart racing against his chest.

How cute. 

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) - Oneshot 

“Everyone knows the betrayal on the surface.” 

Those were the words that Aizen used.

Now laying on the ground, you understood. The battle with Aizen was messy, and when the Vizards joined to help with his defeat, you felt a bit numb. Whether from the pain, or the fact that your friends were still alive after all these years.

You didn’t really remember much. You’d been attacked by a hollow and just barely managed to fend off the onslaught of Menos Grande that was released into Karakura Town.

Laying there in a pool of your own blood, you sort of expected death.

Accepted it.

But it hadn’t gone that way.

You were grabbed out of danger along with the few others, and past that, you were unconscious. When you woke up, you were in the med bay, but instead of Unohana, or even Isane, Mayuri Kurotsuchi was standing over you.

“You’re awake.”

His words sounded casual, like there wasn’t a war going on in the World of the Living.

The minute you remembered, you shot upright, only to gasp and fall back against the bed.

Your entire body felt like it had been crushed and Mayuri just clicked his tongue, walking over.

“There’s no need to act rash, Aizen has been subdued. You were infected. If you move too quickly, you will die.”

Those words had you frozen in place.

Mayuri wasn’t really known for his bedside manner. That’s why the idea of dying was terrifying. You should have been strong, sucked it up, but instead a few tears slid down at the side of your cheeks.

You were scared.

Maybe that’s why he’d spoken to you.

You weren’t sure what it was, annoyance, pity? Whatever the reason, Mayuri had moved closer wearing a completely different expression.

“Don’t be naive, I won’t let you die.”

In that very moment, something about those words comforted you.

You knew him well enough to know that he didn’t care much for anything other than his experiments, so you shouldn’t have taken it to heart, but you did.

Years passed and somehow, your respect for the crazy scientist had grown. Aizen was imprisoned, the Soul Society was safe, and you had indeed survived. Even better, most of the Vizards had come back to reside at their previous posts.

Life was back to normal.

You should have no worries, yet…

“Mayuri-sama, you have paperwork.”

Nemu’s voice pulled your focus, and you blinked when you realized that you’d just been standing in the doorway with the stack in your hands. With flushed cheeks, you stepped in, placing the documents down as you bowed.

“I apologize for the delay.”

Nemu returned your bow, immediately tending to the stack as she disappeared around the corner. You straightened, and you intended to excuse yourself. However when you opened your eyes, he was standing right in front of you, almost looking down due to the height difference. You were caught a bit off guard.

“I-Is there a problem Kurotsuchi-taicho?”

He was just looking at you, and the longer you stood there, the faster you could feel your heart race. You were almost convinced that he could see it all. Your past vulnerability, uncertainty, and even the feelings that you’d developed that day as he worked to heal you.

It was stupid, it wasn’t anything special. You’re just another member in his division, not even a seated officer. It’s his duty to help, look after his subordinates.

He’s also a very prideful man.

He likes nothing more than to express success in his experiments. His words that day had been more for his ego than anything, so you shouldn’t even give it a second thought. But you can’t help it. Regardless of what he was thinking at that moment, all you needed to hear was that everything would be okay, and he had given you that with so much certainty, as if your life meant everything.

“Mayuri-sama.”

The sudden call made you flinch, and you stammered.

“I-I need to get going, please excuse me!”

You flash stepped before anything else could be said and he just watched you leave.

When you were in the clear, you felt both embarrassed and flushed. You wish you could banish the intensity of his eyes, or the gentle reminder of his gaze. Like that day, he’d been watching you, as if to ensure that you were alright.

With a heavy sigh, you looked down at your palm when you finally calmed down.

“Did he sense it too?”

You’re positive it wasn't noticeable. A recent altercation with a hollow had left a bigger injury than you predicted. You’re healed up now. So it’s not an issue, but maybe that’s what brought the nostalgic feeling. It’s been in a while since you’ve needed a hand like that.

“Your body heals remarkably fast, especially for such an injury. You must have a guardian close by.”

That’s what Unohana said after she’d tended to you. You’re not sure what to say to that. You don’t feel as if much has changed, but it must have.

Closing your fist, you try to carry on your day as normal. There’s no use worrying about any issue that might not even be there.

For the majority of the day it does work. You’re just carrying out regular tasks. You’re usually available to help Akon with any reports. For the most part he’s busy, so you come and go as you please.

As it draws closer to the night, activity dies down. You intend to make one last trip before you are dismissed. When you walk into the research lab, you don’t really expect anyone else to still be there. Yet when you step inside, you almost fall over.

Mayuri looks up immediately and you’re a bit embarrassed.

“T-Taicho. I’m sorry for the intrusion.”

You place down your stack on the table, taking a step back.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

You try to retreat.

“You were hurt recently.”

You flinched.

“H-How did you-”

“Your body compensates when you’re injured.”

He stepped forward, placing his forefinger on your forehead and you flinched when your body seemed to give off a gentle blue glow. It’s gone just as quickly as it appeared and you look down.

“When I cured your infection, I gave you a treatment that helps your body and reiatsu to react defensively. No other agents can enter your body, especially those linked to hollows. Even when you’re unconscious, your body can protect you from outside attacks. It forms a barrier to help you heal faster regardless of the injury.”

Your eyes grew wide at the information, and suddenly it made sense. The healing, it was all because of him. You can’t believe he did such a thing. All you can think about is that you need to show your gratitude.

“T-Thank you Kurotsuchi-taicho!”

You bow, because you are more than grateful. Not only had he healed you that day, but he gave you a boost to protect you in future battles.

You shouldn’t feel so happy for something so small, he’s probably done this for many others, but you can’t help it. You straighten with a smile, one that he isn't ignorant to.

“Since I’ve helped you, you’re in my debt.”

That statement isn’t what you expect.

“Eh?”

“Surely you didn’t think I gave you such an advantage for free. Don’t you intend to repay your debt?”

You’re flustered.

“O-Of course!!”

“Very well, follow me, you will become my apprentice.”

He turns, and for a moment, you think you’re hallucinating. When he gets to the door, you stumble after him.

Mayuri hides smirk just as the door closes behind you. 

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Kensei Muguruma (Bleach) - Oneshot

Ichigo recalled what Kisuke said.

This is war, so he shouldn’t have been surprised that the former reaper had a few tricks up his sleeve. They’d faced a number of threats. The Quincys were strong, the destruction of the soul society was all the evidence needed.

That’s why he was still caught off guard by the woman that seemed to appear as if out of thin air. Orihime was trying to reinforce her shield, and he’d jumped in front to ensure that she would not be harmed, even though he wasn’t in much better shape.

All he saw was the glint of a blade, and the enemy that had been giving their speech was cut straight across their chest. Blood splattered to the floor, the enemy staring in shock as their body hit the ground.

“I-Impossible..”

The Quincy spoke, eyes shaking.

They were weakened, and possibly about to retaliate, but the swing that followed ensured that wouldn’t happen.

Suddenly Kisuke’s words about his reinforcement made sense.

“She isn’t someone to be taken lightly. When she fights, it’s to ensure that the enemy is eradicated. I was hesitant, but given the circumstances, I believe we need the help.”

Kisuke sounded almost conflicted on even involving you. Looking at the almost empty look in your eyes, Ichigo could see why. You’d cut down the enemy without so much as a word.

Maybe he would have felt more prepared if you’d at least worn soul reaper robes. You were holding a sword, so it’s obvious you have a zanpakuto. At least that’s the assumption.

Orihime lowered her hands, and Kisuke landed next to you.

“Good timing.”

You nodded, turning to Ichigo.

“There’s more of them ahead.”

You hadn’t even looked, yet you spoke so surely.

He meant to speak, ask you a question, but you disappeared, and the speed had sent a small burst of wind that tossed his hair. He was certain all he did was blink, and you returned to their side.

Ichigo could only stare as you now held another member of the Quincy on your blade. Your sword ran right through their chest. You pushed the body to the floor uninterested as they fell face down.

Orihime looked a bit startled and even Sado adjusted in place.

You just looked over, still with a lack of any kind of emotion.

“Quite handy isn’t she!”

Kisuke patted your back with a grin and Ichigo’s face blanked.

“W-What kind of psycho commends someone like that!!”

Ichigo smacked Kisuke who face planted. Orihime just laughed awkwardly as a bead of sweat ran down the side of Sado’s cheek. As Kisuke was picking himself up off the ground, he rubbed his head.

“I didn’t exactly have a choice. You might think she’s emotionless. Despite her clear indifference she does have a weakness.”

From what he saw that didn’t seem likely.

“She’s an exceptional fighter but she has a weakness for-”

Kisuke’s words were interrupted by Hisagi and Kensei. Both men landed at their side, and Ichigo turned, clearly relieved to see comrades rather than more enemies.

He felt like he needed to inform you that not all the Quincy were enemies. They still intended to help Uryuu, and at the rate that you were cutting down enemies, he didn’t want his friend to get hurt.

Ichigo turned to state just that, but the look you wore seemed to be another curveball.

You were actually blushing and your gaze was fixed on…

“Do you have a girlfriend!!”

The statement caught everyone off guard, and Kensei looked confused when you stood before him.

“What the hell?”

“Are you single, please be my boyfriend!!”

You were still blushing and Kensei’s eyebrows twitched as Kisuke laughed.

“Her weakness is handsome rugged men.” He explained.

Everyone fell back comically at the unexpected statement.

It’s clear that they were expecting a more dire weakness.

Kensei was still glaring in your direction.

“Now isn’t the time to be messing around!” He lectured.

You’re about to reply, but your expression changes, and the blank stare catches Kensei’s attention.

“Watch out.”

That’s all you say before you grab Orihime by the waist and jump out of the way. Kisuke follows your lead, and the rest of them dive in different directions the minute those sapphire arrows come into view.

The attacks collide with the concrete, lifting the dirt and Orihime stares as the wind beats against her hair. You land a few seconds later, placing her down. The second you take off again, Ichigo and Kensei are searching for the enemy. Something shines in the distance.

“There!” Ichigo yells.

All eyes move to the direction, and your body pivots through the air. Ichigo is a bit astonished. He hadn’t given much instruction, and only pointed in a general direction. It could be a trap, but you’re diving head first. More arrows seem to be coming again, and they all brace, but you swing your sword, and the strength of that one move levels what is left of the broken concrete structure before them.

Hisagi gapes, and Kisuke just folds his arms, looking over as you continue on your path. Your attack has removed any kind of shelter or defense for your enemy. Now in the open, the man you see grits his teeth, hands lifted to summon another attack.

“You really think you reapers will-”

You’re behind him in seconds, and all he truly processes is the sound of metal tearing through flesh. His body staggers, and he looks back in fear at the sword that is rammed into his chest.

“H..How did you..”

He coughs up a mouthful of blood, and you lift your hand.

“Hado No. 3, Soukatsui.”

The blast of blue light is blinding, they all lift their hands to protect from the rubble and wind. When it dissipates, what is left of the man’s body falls to the ground.

Ichigo blinks, and you land right at his side.

“We need to keep moving.”

He’s not sure how to react anymore. The way you switch is even more frightening than the power you clearly possess. All of them begin to join in the middle. Kisuke seems ready to provide a plan to move forward.

“We’re exposed from this position. We need to move carefully and avoid any obvious places.”

He has a good point.

Orihime jumps down from her spot, right next to Ichigo.

“Thank you.”

She’s smiling at you, and you just give a curt nod.

“(Y/N)-chan here is the best around, a trained terminator.” Kisuke praises.

“That’s not something to be proud of!” Ichigo yells. Sado lets out a sigh. Kensei looks down at you.

“You’re strong.”

Your face seems expressionless until he makes that statement.

“Does that mean you’ll be my boyfriend!!”

You’re glowing and he sweat drops. Clearly he needs to be careful with his words. Hisagi runs a hand over the back of his head with an awkward laugh and Ichigo merely frowns.

The biggest task might actually be to keep you focused on anything other than your weird interest, because you just might switch sides if you happen to find a more attractive man on the enemy’s side.

The battle carries on, and you seem diligent in your movements.

With each member that is defeated, you encounter more comrades along the way. The presence of another captain wasn’t lost on you. He wasn’t ignorant either.

The shorter reaper looked over at you, suspicion on his face when Ichigo had given a small introduction. Kisuke had taken another route, you supposed that’s why he was now looking at you as if you were someone to be weary of.

“Why have we never heard of you before? What are your relations with Kisuke Urahara?” Toshiro questioned.

Everyone present paused, and your form, nor expression hadn’t so much as changed.

“I don’t answer to you. Pipsqueak.”

An irk mark popped up on his forehead and Ichigo stepped forward, holding Toshiro back as he began to frantically protest about your comment on his size.

Ichigo spent the better part of that time trying to calm him down, and Orihime just sent you a friendly smile.

“I know you’re a nice person (L/N)-san.”

She sounded so confident in her words.

“A nice person huh.”

It was a funny thought.

“We need to get moving.” Kensei ordered. He was glaring at the group, and that one instruction was all it took for you.

“I’ll follow my boyfriend anywhere!”

“I’M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!!”

It was a trip to say the least.

At some point the group splits up. Injuries are to be expected, and when Ichigo had finally confronted Ishida, you saw that look that he wore. You knew he assumed you would charge ahead, remove the threat, but you lowered your sword, turning to Ichigo.

“Go ahead and save your friend.”

Ichigo’s eyes widened, because that was the first time since all of you had been traveling that you showed something other than indifference towards him. There was actual understanding in your eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful. With a determined look, he nodded, taking off.

The end result of that battle and all the others was not what you expected.

For one, you were sure there would be more casualties.

You were aware of all who were lost, and you felt it, the weight that came with the lives that were sacrificed to ensure peace, not just in the Seireitei, but everywhere. Ichigo had been looking at you as if you were some all powerful being when he’d been the strongest one there. All his power had simply been untapped.

As reunions started, you watched the somewhat happy expressions of the people you’d been standing with. Kisuke stood in the background with a smile on his face. You had to admit, it was nice.

“You don’t enjoy fighting.”

Kensei stepped to your side, and you looked over. You didn’t think that he would pick up on it. After all, you were all in the heat of battle. There were bigger things to worry about. Obviously he’s more perceptive than you give him credit for.

“I detest war, and bloodshed even more.”

He wasn’t surprised that he’d been right. He saw that look in your eyes. The indifference everytime you lifted your sword. It wasn’t some cocky display of power. It was possibly a coping mechanism. You didn’t take pleasure in fighting, or tearing down the people you did throughout those days of battle. But you did it, regardless of personal feelings.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going to stick around to ensure the threat is eradicated. Then I will return to my life in the World of the Living.”

Kensei grinned.

“I guess we wouldn’t mind having you here a bit longer.”

Your eyes widened.

“Does this mean you’ll go out with me!!”

“NOT A CHANCE!!”

Story of your life you supposed. 

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Jubal Valentine (FBI/Grimm): Short Story - AU: Chapter 5

You thought catching the killer would be the hard part, but it wasn’t.

The scumbag had attacked another person. Maggie had called for backup outside the warehouse and stayed there, along with a roughed up OA. When you all cornered him, it didn’t go over that well.

SWAT was six minutes out. He’d jumped OA from behind and Maggie managed to get in a shot to scare him off just enough to look after her partner and tie up the bleeding leg of your victim.

Now in pursuit with Jubal and Alexander, the three of you had him literally boxed in. Alexander sniffed.

“He is ahead.”

Alexander spoke casually.

You just gave him a weird look, and Jubal sent you something that looked like ‘don’t ask, just trust him.’ So you did.

With a careful turn at another corner, guns lifted, your killer was standing right at the center with a smirk on his face.

“Another kitty, how cute.”

He seemed pretty confident for a guy with three guns aimed at him.

“Listen to me, you two have no idea what you’re walking into, so turn around right now and you just might live.”

Alexander just wore a grin at his words.

“It seems you are the one who is unaware of your position, this detective here, she is a Grimm.”

Those words made your killer’s face twist in shock, then anger and the second he woge, he just snarled and rushed right for you. You all tried to take shots, but he ducked at a pipe, and then lounged. The suddenness made you fall back, gun sliding across the room.

You were pushed to the ground when he dove forward, and a part of you thought you were a goner. You could see his teeth, up close and personal. You knew why neither man took a shot, he was too close.

You expected to freeze, panic even, but it was like your body went into survival mode, with your gun now on the floor, your body was your only defense. Your legs locked around his neck and you turned, slamming him to the floor.

He fell on his back, just for a second before he gathered himself and tried again, this time when he swung his claws you dodged, and swung your own punch that connected with his jaw. While he was disoriented, you took another hit, this time with your knee. He staggered back again, and the last kick you delivered, you’d done it when you spun around.

Your foot smacked right into the side of his face, and the sound of bone cracking echoed. His body hit the ground with a thud, and silence seemed to echo. Your breathing was heavy. Jubal and Alexander had stopped when they realized you had actually taken him out without a gun. For a while you just stared, chest heaving with each quick breath.

The killer’s eyes were closed, and when his claws and teeth retracted, you glanced over at Jubal.

“How did I..do that?”

He was about to ask you the same thing.

Alexander just observed, moving over to cuff the criminal as Jubal made it to your side.

By the time SWAT came you were all leading the man outside taking him to a separate vehicle. Alexander and Jubal cautioned the arresting team and they were vigilant given how many people this man had killed.

You were sitting in an ambulance getting checked.

Maggie and OA were in another and they both waved from their side, in which you smiled with a nod. Alexander was speaking with some other agents about transportation when Jubal walked over, nodding to the paramedic who stepped away.

For a few moments, nothing was said. He just took a seat next to you.

You had no idea how to start the conversation. You wanted to apologize for not telling him, but then again, he’d done the same and given what you know, you can fully understand. If you didn’t know about the craziness of being a Grimm, him trying to tell you about it would not have gone over well. You’ve seen it with your own eyes and sometimes you think it’s an illusion.

“So a Grimm huh?”

You’re not sure what to say to that. You just stare at your lap.

“Jubal I..trust me I would have told you but I-”

He shakes his head, taking your hand.

“You don’t have to apologize, we’re in the same boat, remember?”

He smiles, and you return it impishly.

He’s right, you know it. But it still feels like a deceit.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been trying to keep this from going past a friendship. More than anything you want to tell him, but the idea of him every looking at you like you were crazy, it was terrifying. When you finally look at him though, there is nothing but reassurance.

“I get it. Trust me. From the looks of it, you’re new to all of this.”

All you can do is let out a laugh.

“You have no idea.”

It’s been driving you mad.

“I found out a few months ago and it’s still a lot to handle. That night you found me at the bar...it was the first time I met Nick and the first time I saw one. A Wesen.”

Your eyes drift to Alexander.

“I know that not all Wesen are bad. Obviously you know about this because of him. In a weird way, I’m glad I’m not the only one who knows now. It kind of feels lighter.”

Jubal nods.

“I know what you mean.”

He’s still holding your hand. Now you’re a bit more conscious of the gesture. Your gaze returns to his and he seems to process it. The touch and your expression.

It’s one of those times that it feels like he can see right into your soul. There’s always this underlying kindness in his eyes and it wrecks you in every way. He moves in, just an inch, and you mirror the action.

“I hope I’m not interrupting. “

You pull back just as Alexander’s voice breaks the moment.

He’s smiling and you sort of glare, cause it feels like he did that on purpose.

“Quite a mess you made Detective Reinhardt. Although given your affiliation with Burkhardt, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Wait, you know Nick!?”

“Do you think it was a coincidence that I recognized you? Burkhardt asked me to look out for you if our paths ever crossed. You were much more headstrong than I anticipated. It seems he was worried for nothing.”

You frown.

“Why the hell didn’t you just say that from the beginning?”

He literally could have cleared every misunderstanding with one conversation.

“It was entertaining watching you circle me like a lost cat.”

You’re really starting to hate this guy.

He’s still looking very smug.

“I look forward to this partnership, Grimm.”

That’s all he says before he walks away.

Jubal gives a short wave

“Is it bad that I was hoping he was the guy we were looking for?”

Right about now you wouldn’t mind body slamming him.

Jubal simply laughs. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 5

A month has passed since the ordeal.

Lex had tried everything he could, but you’ve managed to successfully evade his every visit. Of course he tried to use Clark to set meetings, but even Clark seemed protective of you. You’d gotten the first letter he sent when he first realized you were avoiding him.

Every once in a while your eyes would drift to the envelope on your desk. You never opened it. Somehow doing that meant accepting that a Luthor out there knew you held supernatural powers.

After that, you had done your own line of questioning on Clark.

You hadn’t imagined the speed he’d entered the room with. Nor was his strength a figment of your panicked state. He’d reluctantly revealed that you weren’t the only superhuman around, and despite the reaction he expected, he was surprised to learn that you were actually happy not to be the only freak out there as you put it. So sitting in Clark’s loft, he’d finally asked about the intricacies of your powers. Because it was clear you’d healed Lex’s wound. He just didn’t know how.

“Magic?”

You nod. He looks so adorably confused.

“I think so.”

You snap your fingers, and Clark stares in awe at the flicker of fire.

“When I was a kid I was obsessed with the concept. I never thought it would actually be real though. It’s possible that because of the way my powers were given, they manifested differently.”

The light vanishes when you close your palm.

“So with Lex, how did you heal him?”

“I..”

You fidget with your fingers.

“When my dad first got sick I’d write these little notes for him. I remember the smile he’d wear as he read it. I made up a little chant. One that heals all wounds. It was childish I knew that but..those letters were one of the few times I saw him smile.”

You’re still looking away from Clark.

“I guess I figured even if I couldn’t save my dad, at least I could save someone. Even if that person was a Luthor. “

Clark knows just how much it took to make such a decision. You could have just easily walked away.

“I’m proud of you.”

You look up, and Clark is wearing a smile. You shove him playfully.

“Thanks Clark. Now all I have to do is avoid him for the rest of my life. “

“Come on, it’s not that bad. He really wants to thank you.”

You know that, you’re just so terrified. Telling Clark your secret was horrifying, and you actually trust him. The thought of Lex knowing produces a new fear.

Instead of facing the problem, you do what you’re good at. Avoid it until it comes to bite you in the butt.

Very mature.

You’re a bit distracted, so you don’t see Clark slide out his phone as he sends a text. Thinking about such unpleasant things really drains the spirit, so you steer the conversation away.

“What’s new in your life Clark?”

He looks a bit distracted, and when he finally realizes you’re talking to him, he answers nervously.

“N-Not much.”

You squint.

“Why are you acting weird?”

“I’m not acting weird, you’re acting weird.”

He was terrible at hiding things.

“Clark.”

He sighs, and when his gaze shifts behind you, that’s when you realize. You turn, and standing at the entrance is the one and only Lex Luthor.

Clark walks past you, giving a brief pat on your shoulder.

Lex enters slowly,

“I suppose I should apologize for using Clark. Doesn’t really help my case to get on your good side.”

He stops a few feet in front of you, but you don’t say a thing. There’s so many emotions that rush past your face. Relief, surprise..fear. That last one he can only guess is the discovery of your abilities. When the doctor had given him a clean bill of health, you were the only common denominator.

“You know what I did, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

His voice is steady, but yours isn’t. He sees you visibly swallow. You look like you’re about to run any minute now. Before that happens, Lex lays out his case.

“You saved my life. I don’t care how you did it. I’m grateful. You hate me yet you still did it anyway. I don’t know if I even deserve it, but I want to say thank you.”

The sincerity of his eyes make you a bit weak. Seeing this man you’d made out to be some devious villain look so vulnerable is not what you expected at all. The next question is one you’ve been dreading.

“Are you..are you going to tell the police about me?”

You hate how weak you sound. How helpless you feel at that moment. Lex shakes his head, approaching you slowly as he takes your hands.

“I promise your secret will never leave my lips. I’ll protect it with my life.”

Another surprise. Here he is, Lex Luthor swearing on his life that he’ll protect it, protect you.

Despite all the conflicted feelings you’ve ever had, looking at him now makes you want to believe everything. You pull your hands away, and his eyes fall. What he doesn’t expect is you stepping forward, hugging him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay, baldy.” You mumble

He can’t help himself, he laughs, reciprocating the hug. 

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Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) - Professor AU - Extra

Walking to your office you hum to a tune in your head. 

After your little movie night with Jane, you feel a bit content. You’re happy that not only have you mended that bridge but you’ve gained such a close friend in the process.

Life is good.

“So, how about dinner?”

The question pulls your attention. You’re curious about the woman that’s being so bold. Of course you’d like to see who she’s asking out in the faculty kitchen of all places. It’s a spot that’s pretty popular.

You intend to figure out this mystery, but the laugh is a dead give away.

It’s Jane.

You just barely spot those blond locks and your steps slow.

“I’m flattered, really, but I’ll have to decline.”

“Come on, it’s just dinner.” 

She winks and you feel agitated.

“Everyone swears you’re single, so what's the deal? Are you secretly dating an FBI agent from your fancy part time job?”

She leans against the fridge and the angle gives a view of cleavage. 

Your body moves on it’s own.

“Dr. Jane, there you are, can you help me with something.”

You’re purposely loud and he turns to you when he notices. He barely has a chance to answer, you step in front of the other professor, giving her a smile as you drag him away.

He follows, and you’re positive that woman is anything but impressed. As you get to the hallway, you make up some poor excuse of wanting to borrow a book.

Jane just nods as he steps inside and you follow. Now that he’s no longer in the situation, you feel less annoyed and more aware that you’d practically cock blocked him. You grimace internally, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s over at his bookshelf.

“Which one did you want to borrow?”

There’s a stack next to his shelf, and he begins putting them back in place as he waits for you to answer.

You should say something, anything, but there seems to be only one thing to say.

“I’m sorry for intervening.”

You feel like you need to apologize. It was wrong of you to put yourself in his business the way you did, but seeing that woman shamelessly flirt with him was irritating.

Jane stops his current stacking of books, placing them down as he turns to you.

“I wasn’t bothered. I’m glad you stepped in. I don’t think she would have left if you didn’t.”

He’s joking, you know that, but you’re still upset. Because now you’re aware that it’s possible that happens to him often. He’s an attractive man, charming and sweet. There’s no doubt a flock of women who have an eye on him.

You feel selfish, because you want him all to yourself, but to admit that to him could jeopardize what you have right now and if you go back to being at odds it would crush you.

“I want to be with you too.”

His statement shocks you.

“I’m sorry if I’m being forward and the last thing I want to do is use this against you, but I need you to know that I feel the same way. I’ve felt the same way since you called me the devil’s spawn.”

You can’t help but laugh and he smiles at you.

“I’m sorry Dr. Jane. I just didn’t want-”

“I know.”

Sometimes you forget what he does. How much he sees that you’re typically oblivious too. He moves closer and you’re now very aware. That look he wears like he’s enamored. You’re a bit flushed.

“I thought that night when you invited me to watch a movie you would make a move on me.”

He reaches over with a playful smile, fingertips brushing your hand.

“You're very oblivious, Professor.”

You let out an awkward laugh.

That’s something else you might have to work on. A grin is still stretched on his lips, and he takes another step, this time taking your hand. When your fingers interlock, you’re positive that you’re fully blushing now.

“Is this alright?”

His voice feels so soft, so inviting. You nod as he takes that last step. He moves in for a kiss, but you’re a bit quicker. He lets a soft sound of surprise and you grip the front of his coat as you press him into the door.

Your lips move eagerly and Jane follows along with each heated brush of your lips. Your fingers tug at his coat, and he hums when he feels you removing the buttons. Your fingers slide over his waist coat.

You pull back to gain a breath and he takes one himself. He licks his lips and you swallow. His eyes are almost twinkling, because you still have him pretty much pinned to the door . His shirt is a bit ruffled from your wandering hands, coat hanging open. He’s smiling at you.

“I suppose even I can still be surprised.”

His comment earns another blush. While you might be an oblivious fool, you’re very needy when it comes to something that you want and you want him.

“Are you going to-”

You kiss him, and he accepts happily, pulling you to his body.

Some surprises are certainly better than others. 

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Extra 1

You favor weekends. 

With Miguel’s friends as his little superhero team, he’s good at monitoring the crime in the city, so there are times when he can delegate certain things to the police in a very non vigilante way.

When you stopped by his place, he was just doing chores, and it was so cute to see him in a pair of sweats and a tank top as he cleaned. Watching him so domesticated was just humorous, and the second he saw the little smile on your face, maybe he anticipated your teasing because his cheeks flushed and he looked away bashfully.

All you could do was hug the bear of a man as you put on some music and dance around his home as you assisted with the cleaning. When it got closer to the night, he’d geared up and went out for patrol, not before leaving a kiss on your lips.

It was pretty educational having a vigilante boyfriend. Miguel wasn’t reckless, he didn’t cause unnecessary damage if he could avoid it, and he’d gotten good at explaining why some criminals did certain things. He was somewhat of a cop in a sense.

With spandex.

When his nightly checks are over, he returns and you’re always relieved when he comes back without scratches or wounds.

On a particular weekend he has his laptop at the dining table as you toss another pancake, flipping off the stove as you add it to the stack on the plate. You hadn’t realized he was looking at you until you turned to drop the breakfast on the table. You placed it down, titling your head.

“You’ve never asked me.”

You’re a bit confused.

“Asked you what?”

“To choose.”

You’re not certain what he means, not until you take in his expression. That’s when it clicks. Your smile is soft.

“I’d never ask you to do that Miguel.”

You can see it, the way he wavers, like he was unsure of what you would have said. You take a seat right next to him, taking his hand.

“You were doing this long before we met, so it would be selfish of me to ask you to choose between me and something that you’re passionate about, good at. I’d be lying if I said that it doesn’t scare me, and if there was a way for you to continue helping people without the possibility of getting hurt, I would jump at the chance.”

You’re understanding, but not naive.

“I admire what you do, and you’re doing good. There might come a day where my view of it changes. I can’t predict the future, and I am human, sometimes I might get selfish. But I feel like if that ever happens, we’ll both figure it out. We’ve made it this far, haven’t we?”

He gives your hand a little squeeze. More than anything, he’s grateful. Not just for your understanding, but your support. You don’t possess his gifts, and he knows that both of you joked about it, but he has a feeling that if you were able, you would immediately rush to his side, join this mission to help people. Both for the justice you could serve and to ensure that he’s always safe.

There’s no words he can truly use to express his gratitude.

But there are three that he enjoys saying.

“I love you.”

Your smile grows wide, and you giggle, moving into his lap as you hug him. Miguel smiles himself, placing a hand on your back as you happily smother him with affection.

“I love you too, you adorable titan!!”

He chuckles, because you’re possibly the only person who’s ever really called him adorable.

It’s not typically an adjective associated with him.

Your fingers move to his hair, and the feel of it makes him internally melt. He’ll never get tired of this, your touches. He’s come to realize that he craves it. He pulls back lightly, and you’re still smiling.

From the looks of it, you intend to gush some more, but he catches your lips in a sweet kiss that quickly silences it. The surprised sound you let out is slowly replaced by a hum of satisfaction. Your hands run down his chest, and he pulls you closer.

You love it, how safe you feel in his arms. How protectively he holds you, much like that day when all you needed was someone to hold you, help you, comfort you. You’ve already made a silent pledge to stay by his side for as long as possible. You never want to let go.

He parts from the kiss, and your breath is a bit staggered. Your eyes flutter open and his gaze sends a shiver up your spine, those striking ruby irises are almost too much.

“You’re so beautiful Miguel…”

You sound dazed.

He laughs softly.

“I should be the one saying those words muñeca.”

All you can do is smile.

“I just call it as I see it.”

He’s wearing the same smile, and you’re both about to go in for round two, but a thud echoes in the space and Miguel turns to his bedroom where it originated from. His eyes harden almost immediately, clearly ready to find out what it was.

You look back at him, and his expression is every bit protective.

“Don’t leave my side.”

He stands and you nod as he places you on your feet.

You both follow the sound, and Miguel’s glare is aimed at the door. Whatever criminal decided to rob this house really chose the wrong one.

What are the chances?

He walks down the hall, and when he gets to the door, he reaches for the knob. You stay somewhat tucked behind him. When he turns it, the door swings open, and you can hear grumbles, but you don’t see the person, not at first.

“Damn it, I thought they said they fixed the dumb thing!”

You’re startled by how familiar the voice sounds, and Miguel’s eyes are wide. It’s only when you look around his arm that you take in the spider suit, and then the face of the woman that looks strangely like…

“(Y/N)...”

Miguel is shocked to say the least. His gaze softens, but he’s confused. You’re standing right at his side, so how are you also before him, with a suit that is similar to his.

Your doppelganger looks just as stunned.

“Miguel..”

She’s at a loss for words and so are you.

You’re about to ask a question, but the room lights up, and the multicolored portal catches you off guard. Her head turns to the almost magical wormhole, and another body comes through. This person seems to be in battle mode.

His stance is defensive, and you can’t see his face, but his mask is almost glaring. Maybe it’s instinct, the minute he sees the spider woman, he moves in front of her protectively.

The portal closes, and when he’s no longer in full flight mode, you see the shift in his posture. You don’t need to see his face to tell he’s at a loss for words. His mask seems to fade in an array of pixels, and you gape.

“Miguel…”

You mutter.

This is trippy.

His expression is much softer than you expect. You shift in place, unsure of how to react at this point.

“Boss, we found her!”

The voice, along with the little holographic woman that pops up above this other version of Miguel’s shoulder is the spitting image of Lyla. She lifts her glasses, then grins.

“No way, you landed in a universe with your doppelgangers!”

She sounds excited, and just starts taking pictures.

“Another universe?” Miguel questions.

That version of Spiderman nods.

“Yes. There’s hundreds. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s still a bit unsettling how alike we look.”

Spiderwoman nods.

“It’s trippy.”

The both of you say in unison.

She looks at you, then smiles and you return it shyly.

“I have to admit, it’s kind of cool to see that I’m a superhero in another universe.”

“You’re not in this one?” She asks.

You shake your head.

“Sadly not, but I can’t really complain when my boyfriend does enough superheroing for both of us. I’m happy to be a sidekick.”

You grin, taking Miguel’s hand and he looks down at you with a smile of his own.

“B-Boyfriend!!” 

She asks as if it’s the craziest thing she’s ever heard.

“Yep. Why are you acting so shocked? Aren’t you two the same?”

You gesture between them.

She looks up at him, and the second they make eye contact, she swallows. You’re a bit confused, from their expressions, it’s clear that they have feelings for each other. It’s as plain as day.

Spiderman is the one who breaks contact, looking down at his watch.

“We need to go.”

His voice sounds a bit gruff, and Lyla just laughs.

“This is gold!! I’m so telling everyone back home.”

“Lyla.”

Both men groan with a sigh.

You giggle, and so does your counterpart.

You step forward and she looks curious when you approach her. She doesn’t expect it when you give her a hug.

“You should be honest with him, and yourself. Trust me, I’ve been there. Just tell him how you feel.”

Those words are whispered into her ear, and when you pull away, her cheeks are flushed. You just wink. Spiderman seems curious and the second she catches his gaze, she starts rambling.

“W-We really should go! It was nice meeting you two!!”

She hurriedly clicks a button on her watch, and when that portal reopens, Spiderman doesn’t question any further. Lyla is waving.

“I hope we see you again!!”

She sounds excited and you laugh, waving back. Spider woman walks into the portal, and Spiderman pauses, glancing back at your Miguel.

“We’ll be meeting again.”

His words are cryptic.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Nothing else is said.

Once that mystical portal is gone, you turn to Miguel.

“They are so into each other.”

All he can do is smile at you.

In a weird way, it’s comforting.

~Extra~

The minute you both got back, Lyla had indeed told everyone about the doppelganger situation. Miguel spent the evening fighting off questions from Jessica and Peter.

When he finally got some quiet, you could only laugh. With your mask on your desk, you continued to fiddle with your watch as Miguel logged in the earth and the encounter for future reference.

“What are the chances that we ended up in a universe with both of our doppelgangers and they’re dating.”

You laughed, but it was more to cover up your bashfulness about the situation.

Miguel stopped typing, and you turned when you could no longer hear the sounds of his keyboard. His gaze was completely fixed on you, and your tinkering with the watch stopped. Swallowing, you weren’t sure what to say.

You couldn’t look away, couldn’t pretend that there wasn’t just a slight tinge of jealousy when she said that Miguel was her boyfriend.

You’ve known your Miguel for roughly five years and you’ve been in love with him for two.

At the start you admired him, despite his standoffish personality, his heart was usually in the right place. He wanted to protect people. Help them, save them. That’s all.

At some point your admiration changed to awe, then love. You told yourself that it was better to keep it to yourself. Despite the hope that he returned those feelings, you couldn’t risk being wrong and losing him.

You feel like a coward and you can’t help it.

With an even breath, you close your eyes, taking a step back with a laugh to break the tension.

“I-I’ll let you get back to work.”

You meant to walk around him, but his hand gently took your wrist, and you halted. Your expression must have been completely transparent, because it felt like he knew, just from your eyes.

“M-Miguel..”

He took a step, and the closer he got, the more it felt like your heart would beat right out of your chest.

“If you want me to stop, please just tell me.”

His words almost felt like too much, and your lips quivered when his hand moved from your wrist and cupped your cheek.

“Muñeca..”

Your breath staggered, and when he finally leaned in and claimed your lips, your hand settled on his chest, brows knitted, clearly still a bit in disbelief. The kiss was softer than you imagined and ten times better than anything your brain could have conjured.

You felt like you couldn’t take a proper breath, and when he pulled back, you couldn’t take it. You’ve waited so long. Hands moving to his shoulders, you pulled him back in, desperate. His arms automatically locked around your waist as he practically lifted you off the ground.

Your hands had immediately slipped into his hair, gripping softly and the sound he released made your body shiver in pleasure. That little tinge in your stomach was driving you mad, and Miguel was driving you even madder.

You couldn’t stop the moan you released when one of his hands seemed to shift lower, the feel of his palm just below your back felt like torture. His touch was so delicate and all you wanted was for him to be just a bit rougher.

Firm.

When you gave his hair another tug, you got exactly what you wanted.

His grip tightened and you gasp, almost delirious. Miguel pulled back, brows furrowed.

“Sorry I..”

You shook your head, and when you pressed a kiss to his cheek and started to trail those kisses to his jaw, along his neck, he almost lost his grip and his composure. He took a shaky step forward, using the table to ensure he remained steady as you continued your pleasurable attacks.

It was like you desperately wanted to mark him. You didn’t seem to be stopping and he was finding it hard to level his thoughts.

“(Y/N) we..we shouldn’t…I need to take you on a..”

He couldn’t even finish the sentence, much less the thought. Your lips moved back to his ear, and when you nibbled, he stumbled. Your butt landed on the desk, and he was slightly hunched over, your arms still keeping you both close. One of his hands was braced on the desk and the other was around your waist as he desperately tried to regain some semblance of control.

“I want you..so bad Miguel..”

That seemed like all he could take. The ruby glow sparked in his eyes and he picked you up, taking off to his quarters. 

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 16 - Final

It’s always fun to spend time with Miguel.

For the most part the both of you just end up cuddling in his bed on his days off. Today Lyla stopped by to give him a few updates on his extracurricular activities.

Being a secret hero came with a lot of extra work.

Yet Miguel never seems to complain. He’s focused, driven, and so selfless. You’re almost surprised that he’s been single for this long. With your cheek in your palm, you’re seated at his table just admiring him as Lyla types away at her computer.

Miguel is tracking every bit of information and making his own notes. It sounds like they're getting ready to stop a gang from importing weapons and drugs.

Despite the scary topic, Lyla is laughing. It looks like she’s about to pack up. She closes her laptop with a grin. You straighten, now very keen of how shamelessly you’ve been staring.

“This reminds me of that time you took down that scumbag CEO at that tech company. Boy was he a piece of work. I can’t believe he was actually demanding sex from his workers. I wish I could have seen his face when they arrested him.”

Lyla’s words make you rise too, and Miguel looks a bit stiff.

“What CEO Lyla?”

“I think his name was Jason Blyne.” She states absently. You turn to Miguel who’s a bit tense and Lyla just salutes, clearly oblivious to the information she’s just disclosed.

“See you love birds later!”

With a giggle, she’s gone. The door closes and Miguel shifts a bit awkwardly in place, standing too. He looks about ready to defend himself and his actions.

“You’re the one who took down Jason?”

His shoulders drop, and he appears as though he’s preparing for a scolding. When you approach him, he looks away.

“I’m sorry.”

He finally works out.

“I know you told me that you would handle it yourself, but I couldn’t just walk away. I just kept thinking about what would happen if he hurt you and it made me so angry. When I asked Lyla to help me, I saw the list of women. The bastard had them tagged in a folder like they were trophies. These were people’s lives that he’d toyed with and I couldn’t protect them. The idea of me not being able to protect you was..it was terrifying..”

He finally looks at you, and all you can do is smile. It grows wider when you see his clearly puzzled expression.

You cup his cheeks and he seems a bit dazed, leaning into the touch, still a bit confused.

“You’re not upset?”

You could almost laugh.

“Why would I be upset with a guy who’s literally done nothing but protect me, watch over me, love me..”

Your words make his eyes soften, and he takes a step, pressing his forehead to your own.

“I..I do love you..(Y/N).”

You’re probably smiling like an idiot right now, but you don’t care. You just run a hand down the back of his head.

“I love you too, Miguel.”

From the moment you decided to pull this giant of a vigilante into your home that night, your life had changed, all for the better. You have a job with an amazing boss, great coworkers and you’re finally in a position that isn’t overlooking your skills and abilities.

“What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” You mutter, leaning in as you hug him. Miguel returns it eagerly, nose brushing your neck as he inhales softly.

“I was about to ask the same question.”

You just laugh, pulling back.

“I think between the both of us, you’re the catch.” You joke.

For a moment he just looks at you, and you squeal when he picks you up. The suddenness makes your heart race, and the intensity of his gaze just adds to it.

“I’ve met a lot of different people in this world, both as a businessman and a vigilante. I’ve seen the worst of people on both sides. Aside from Jessica, Lyla and Peter, I thought that I would never meet anyone else that I could trust, especially with my secret. I always knew in some way people would try to exploit me, if not for my wealth, then for my identity.”

You can fully understand his mindset. Maybe that’s why this feels so nice to hear him place you in a category with his closest friends.

“You’ve had so many chances to do just that, but you stood by me. When you found out, you could have threatened me with any number of things, but instead you ran because you..you were terrified of anyone ever using my secret against me. You ran because you care and you have no idea just how much that means to me. How much you mean to me.”

Your eyes water, and he just smiles.

“From the moment you told me why you helped me I felt like it was impossible for me to just completely walk away. Every time I came back, you treated me like any other person, even though you had no idea who I was. You risked your life, your freedom to protect me even before you even knew me and I’ll always be grateful for that (Y/N).”

You’re not sure what to say, you’re not certain you can say anything. You just lean over, wrapping your hands around his neck as you sob softly, laughing.

“I’m so happy I met you Miguel.”

He runs a hand down your back, conveying the same.

“So am I.” 

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Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) - Professor AU - Chapter 4

He knew that sooner or later he would have to own up.

Be honest about why he couldn’t picture himself anywhere but at your side. Every time you saw him your face would light up in the best way. He loved it, the way you’d come to life when the both of you were together. 

Today you were sitting at his desk running through some papers. With spring break came a chance to go through the load of the semester. You’d pulled up a chair to sit with him, right on the opposite side of the desk. A cup of tea on one side, and a stack of papers on the other. He should have been focused on his own pile, but his eyes kept straying. What’s worse is you seem to have no idea. 

“I’m out of tea.” 

He blinked and you held the empty cup. When he saw the little disgruntled look, he smiled. 

“I have a box on the top of my shelf.” 

You were on your feet in seconds and he just shook his head. The shelf ended up being a bit taller than you expected. 

“I can grab it.” He offers. 

“Nope, I got it.” 

You then persisted to drag a chair so you could get it. Jane shook his head as he stood. 

“You’ll hurt yourself.” 

“I won’t. Don’t distract me!” 

You reached for the box, and when you got a hold of it, you tugged. It came out, but so did a plastic container. You stumbled back and the bottle rolled out. Jane moved behind you, steadying you. The bottle rolled on the floor and you just stared as Jane managed your weight, lowering you safely to the floor. 

“Are you okay?” 

You nodded. 

The both of you were still chest to chest and you swallow. 

“Thank you..” 

It was a bashful mutter and he smiled. You must have realized that he was right. Of course you would never admit it. 

After the ordeal you just shuffled over to his electric kettle to make you both a cup. Jane watched as you heated the water and basically stood right next to it, waiting. 

“A watched pot never boils.” 

“This is a kettle so it doesn’t apply.” 

“Touche`”

You sent him a smile, one that he returned. For a second you both just stood there, but something crossed your face and his eyes narrowed at the change. 

“Is something wrong?” 

He wasn’t sure what it could be, but he knew it was there. This time when you look back at him, you appear to be blushing. For a moment he’s convinced that his eyes are playing tricks on him. 

“Would you like to come over and maybe watch a movie Dr. Jane?” 

“YES!” 

Of course that’s not what he said.

“I’d like that.” 

His response had you practically glowing. He couldn’t believe it. This whole time he assumed you were oblivious, he was sure he would have to make the first move, but you ended up being the one asking him out. He chuckled to himself. 

A few more hours of tedious grading and you both had decided to call it a day. You sent him your address with an agreed time. He was going to freshen up at his house and then drive over. You were humming as you grabbed the bowls for the popcorn. 

When the doorbell rang you had an extra pep in your step. 

“Dr. Jane, welcome to my humble abode.” 

He stepped inside and you took his jacket. When you turned back, you caught sight of the waist coat, blushing. You’d never admit it but you liked the way he was always dressed so impeccably. It seemed so effortless for him. He had just the right amount of stubble and those adorable blond curls. 

Patrick Jane is an attractive man. 

“I-I’m going to grab the popcorn, make yourself at home.” 

He smirked at the little stutter as your body disappeared into the kitchen. Venturing into the living room he took in the space. The carefully placed paintings, cute little ornaments, he had to admit that your home was exactly what he expected. 

He took a seat, and lifted his head when he smelt the popcorn. You were grinning as you got close, putting the bowl down on the table in between the both of you as you grabbed the remote. 

“Any suggestions?” 

“How about a mystery.” 

You nod enthusiastically, turning it on, completely oblivious to the smile he wore as he gazed at you appreciatively. 

Throughout the movie, he’s careful to pay just enough attention that you don’t catch him sneaking little glances at you. Towards the end he is fairly invested in the plot, even though he’s already predicted how it would end. He hadn’t said a thing, because the face you made at the plot twist is just as comical as he expected. 

“Wow, I didn’t see that coming.” 

You lean back as another movie of the same genre begins to load. 

“Can I get you anything else Dr. Jane?” 

He smiled. It seems you have yet to drop the formalities. 

It’s kind of cute. 

“Do you know you’re the only one aside from my students that calls me Dr. Jane.” 

“Oh, I-I guess it’s just a habit.” 

Given the rocky start you had, you felt like at least you could be respectful. 

“It feels kind of weird if I address you the way everyone else does now.” 

You laugh and he nods. 

“You’re right. How about you call me Patrick then.”

You looked over, and his expression was so warm. He took your hand and you squeezed it softly. 

“Okay, Patrick.” 

His smile grew wider and you giggled. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 4

When you show up to school the following week, you feel significantly better. 

You’d already planned your day. You would stop by the Talon that afternoon to publicly apologize to Lana. There was a point that you thought you’d be dreading. But the second she sees you walking through the door, she doesn’t say anything, she just opens her arms and approaches, giving you a hug.

You’re a bit stiff.

“Ummm…I’m sorry?”

It comes out like a question, and Lana just pulls back with a smile.

“I know it must have been serious for you to get that upset. I’m not mad. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

You swallow with a nod.

“T-Thanks Lana.”

It’s said to be a bit unsteady. It’s crazy. Before this project you would have thought people like Lana Lang and Clark Kent were nothing but entitled populars. But that was so far from the truth. You’ve come to realize that there was more to it than you initially thought, and you’re fine with that.

“I was really worried. I don’t think you were the only one upset seeing Lex.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Someone sent him a death threat and pictures of that night. I hate to say it but your outburst might have just saved Lex’s life. The Sheriff has been looking into it.”

You’ve never viewed Lex Luthor as anything but public enemy number one, so you aren’t sure why your stomach twists at the thought.

Maybe Lana isn’t the only one you owe an apology.

“Hey Lana, do you know where Clark is?”

“I think he’s helping Pete with an assignment. Is something wrong?”

“No, I just need him for something.”

She doesn’t get why, but smiles nonetheless. From the smirk she wears you have a feeling she has a decent idea. She pats your arm.

“Good luck.”

You are going to need it.

So, after constant pacing, and second guesses, you’re accompanied by a certain farm boy, waiting outside of Lex’s place.

“You know you actually have to go in if you want to talk to him.”

“Could you not rush me!”

Clark just laughs.

“It’s easy, just one foot in front of the other.”

You glare.

“Don’t make me turn you into a toad smart guy.”

He just grins.

“You can’t do that.”

That smile slowly drops.

“Right?”

You’re smirking now. While you’ve spilled the beans, you haven’t exactly explained your abilities. So you have a bit of an advantage.

“Keep messing with me and we’ll see.”

He gulps, falling silent. The doors to Lex’s place open on their own, and you lift a brow.

When you step inside, the huge gates begin to close behind you.

“You would think someone this rich could afford a few bodyguards. Isn’t he being stalked?”

Clark is wondering the same. He walks behind, surveying the area the second you get inside the mansion.

He pauses.

“Something isn’t right. Stay here.”

Clark moves down the hallway, and for a few seconds, you do as he says. You stay put. Unfortunately, Clark should have known that you’re not that good at following orders. Regardless of his instructions, sitting by the entrance would leave you vulnerable if there was indeed a threat. So you move down the hallway carefully.

You’re prepared for just about anything, although you hope it doesn’t come to that. The first couple doors look relatively empty. One particular hallway leads to who knows where. If you had to guess, you’d think Clark went that way to investigate.

So you move to the bigger doors that you spot up ahead. To your surprise, they’re ajar. You grab a vase from nearby.

The best defense you have at that point.

You enter the room with hesitance, alarmed when you see a body laying on the floor. Another person is perched over.

“Hey!!”

Your scream alerts the figure, and you’re a bit scared at the man that stands before you with a gun in hand. He charges, and you throw the vase in a panic. It hits him square in the face, his body crashing to the floor.

“CLARK!!”

All you feel is the wind hitting your back. Clark’s movements are purposely, and as the man rises to fire another attack, Clark shoves his body and the person grunts as they crash into the opposite wall, falling unconscious. You race to the other body.

It's Lex.

There’s a gaping wound on his forehead. He’s bleeding profusely.

“You need to get help, Clark..”

You pull Lex’s head onto your lap.

Clark lingers.

“I got this Clark, please, get help. “

He nods, taking off once again.

This is one of the scenarios in which you wish you knew what the right decision was. Saving Lex was not a position you ever thought you’d been in. You’re a bit grateful that this isn’t a bullet wound.

It’s clear he was caught by surprise. But even a minor looking hit could be detrimental. Using your powers meant there was a chance Lex would find out about you. But doing nothing could also mean you’d let a potentially innocent man die.

There was blood…so much blood.

“I have to save him.”

Personal feelings aside, this is a human being. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you made such a judgment call. Placing your hands on the wound, you take deep breaths, raking your brain for the words from the paper you’d read.

“Please work.”

You begin mumbling a chant, and when you feel the burn in your chest, your head bends back, and you gasp, eyes wide. A glow emits from your hands, right over his injury. In a matter of seconds, the wound mends itself. When the light disappears, your head falls forward, and your breathing is labored. You swallow, hoping, praying.

“Please…please..”

You’re almost begging. When he begins to stir, you can feel your body relax. He squints, and pretty soon his eyes open. He stares up, pressing a hand to his forehead with a groan. When he begins to sit upright, you’re more than a little elated.

Lex is baffled.

“It’s you..?”

You smile.

“Lucky bastard…”

Your body hunches forward, and he grabs you, terrified when you start seizing. Your body is convulsing, and Lex panics.

“HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!”

His cries draw no audience and your body stops all together. Lex can do nothing but hope, because you’re unmoving.

All he can comprehend is questioning what he had done to deserve to be saved by you. He’s not sure how it happened, or even why, but he’s grateful.

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Jubal Valentine (FBI/Grimm): Short Story - AU: Chapter 4

Cases get messy when you’re unsure of what the motive is, what they want.

It’s a little more terrifying when you take one look at the victim and realize something none of your other colleagues would.

“Two sharp incisions, bite marks, claw marks, torn flesh. A Mauvi Don. You need to be careful. This one, it’s dangerous.”

As a cop, you heard that word all the time.

Dangerous.

But there was something about Nick’s warning that solidified your understanding of all things wesen. While most were manageable, others came with more risks. Wendigo, Gelumcaedus, Hundjäger, those were the ones he’d added extra caution to when he told the tales.

That’s why when you heard from your captain that the FBI were taking the lead, you felt a bit uneasy. You weren’t about to tell them how to do their job, but the idea of them walking into a dangerous situation because they didn’t have the knowledge left a pit in your stomach.

By the time you made it to 26 Fed, you were almost relieved that your partner was still out on vacation. You had a feeling this would get messy.

Introductions were being made as they walked you through the hallway.

“This is Omar Zidan and Maggie Bell, they’ll be working with you.” One of the agents spoke.

“OA, nice to meet you.”

You nod, shaking his hand as Maggie sends you a smile.

“I hope you don’t mind, we didn’t mean to snatch your case.”

Maggie offers.

You just brush it off.

“No worries, I’m not an idiot or territorial about cases like some cops. Any help is appreciated.”

Them getting the case wasn’t really the issue. You’re not about to waste time fighting over jurisdiction when there is a real threat out there.

When you turn the corner, the setup is impressive.

Now that you think about it, their names sound a bit familiar.

The second you step into the room, the man standing in front of the screens delegating duties catches your attention.

“Alright everyone, we have three dead and still no sign of the killer. We need all hands on deck because this guy is on a spree. Dig up everything you can, I want to know the name of his first pet.”

Just like that all heads are trained in their computers, and when he turns, you wish you hadn’t been so obviously gawking. He looks just as surprised as you, but smiles.

“Detective Reinhardt, it’s good to see you again.”

He walks over and both OA and Maggie are curious.

“You know each other?”

You always seem to lose your composure when you see him. Your cheeks are flushed, and you try to keep your expression neutral, but it’s hard, especially with the way he won’t stop smiling.

“Yes, we do.” You finally work out.

Jubal nods, and you clear your throat.

“So, what do we have?”

You need to return your focus, both for the case and your obvious flustered expression.

Jubal moves to the big screen to explain.

“As of right now all we know is build and his general hunting sight. He’s been targeting people in central park. We’re still searching for a connection, but as of right now, there doesn’t seem to be one. I called in a favor. A friend from Quantico who also works internationally. He has experience in a case that he dealt with a few months ago. I think he can really help us.” 

Jubal's head turns when someone walks in, and he grins.

“Speak of the devil.”

The taller man walks over.

Dark hair, blue eyes, dressed in a suit. His larger dark coat sways with each step, the visitor’s badge pinned to his suit.

“Alexander, good of you to stop by.”

“I’m glad you reached out, I believe we are after the same man. I intend to help in any way that I can.”

The first thing you catch is the accent. He’s english, but from his gait, and posture, he’s not just some common fed.

There’s something about him that has you squinting. He goes around the circle greeting everyone, and when he gets to you, he holds out his hand, but you don’t take it.

“Nice to meet you.”

Your tone is a bit cold, and he lowers his hand. Jubal looks curious, maybe a bit confused. Alexander just watches but says nothing.

“Could we have a word, Valentine.”

“Yes, let’s go.”

Jubal leads him away, and you eye both of them as they disappear around the room to his office.

“Something wrong?” Maggie inquires.

You wish you could give an answer, but you’re not sure. You just have a feeling in your gut and you’re not sure what to do with it.

“Just a bit jealous, why does he get a fancy suit?”

You smile, and both Maggie and OA return it with a soft laugh as you three get back to work.

For the time being, you decide to keep an eye on him. He’s been sticking to Jubal’s side, and with each piece of information that is uncovered, it feels like you’re all just a few steps behind. At one point, Jubal is in his office.

You understand his frustration, because now you all have a face, but you still can’t catch the guy. Not to mention proving that he caused the injuries.

You find him in his seat, and you knock on the door. You didn’t expect Alexander to be there too, then again, you shouldn’t be surprised. He keeps looking at you as if he knows you. The way they both turn, it feels like they were discussing something you weren’t supposed to know about.

You close the door behind you.

“I just wanted to check in, everything alright?”

Jubal nods, standing, waving his wrist.

“We’re fine. Just a bit of stress.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Alexander’s quip makes you raise a brow and Jubal sighs.

“Drop it Alex.”

“Maybe you should be more willing to listen, I already told you, she knows. You don’t have to be uneasy.”

Now you’re confused, maybe a bit worried.

“What exactly do I know?”

Jubal shakes his head, moving to your side.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s just tired, aren’t you Alex.”

Jubal is somewhat shielding you from Alexander, almost like he wants you to leave before anything is said. Alexander’s eyes still watch you inquisitively.

All he does is make a simple head gesture, and his skin is replaced by white spotted fur. His eyes light up and instinctively, you shove Jubal behind you. You want to reach for your gun, but you’re in a packed building with the FBI, if you make such a move, you will have to explain.

“You lay a hand on him and I’ll kill you where you stand!”

Your threat is sharp and you’re careful to keep Jubal behind you.

Alexander is still strangely calm, even when he woges back.

“I told you, she’s a Grimm.”

His words make you tense and you look back at Jubal.

“Wait..y-you know?”

Jubal looks equally surprised.

“I..Well I’ve known about this stuff for years but you’re a..Grimm?”

You swallow, your body slowly relaxes.

How did things get so crazy?

You mean to explain yourself, but the door opens and Maggie rushes inside.

“We found him!!”

Looks are exchanged in the room.

There needs to be a discussion, but right now, you have a killer to catch.

“Let’s go.”

Jubal instructs.

You nod, following them out the room. 

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Earth 2 Harry Wells (Flash) - Oneshot

If there was one thing that you hated, it was a know it all.

You grew up with geniuses.

Your father, mother and both brothers.

It ran in the family.

Literally.

That’s why you knew they expected you to follow in their footsteps and become a scientist. It was interesting and all, but you wanted to use your gifts to stop crime.

You were smart, unfortunately, a certain variant of Wells didn’t seem to get that.

“It’s not something a normal person would understand.”

Her words were condescending, and the rest of Team Flash just winced as they prepared for it.

“I’m gonna shoot you.”

You reached for your gun and Barry sped over taking your hand before you could get it out of the hollister. Harry just walked away with his tech in hand and you glared until he was out of the room.

“We’ve been working together for a year, can’t you guys try to get along.”

“When he stops being an asshole I’d love to.” You hissed.

You stormed off, probably back to the precinct and Barry sighed. Cisco just grinned.

“They’re totally into each other.”

Caitlin wore a weak smile, and Barry moved to Iris’s side for some moral support.

This had been happening for longer than they could really remember. You’d joined their little group and just like that, you and Harry became mortal enemies. There was nothing they could truly do about it.

So they carried on, working the cases.

The most recent one was a string of robberies. Barry recovered a battery, and after Harry explained the purpose for the item, it was decided that leaving it at CCPD would be too risky.

So he dropped it at Star Labs and decided to follow up on his hunch. Caitlin was working on scanning the properties to ensure they wouldn’t be exposed to anything, and Cisco was working on a case to contain it in, just in case the bandit came looking.

Unfortunately that was sooner than either of them expected.

The alarms in the building went off.

Caitlin was on the other side of the building, so you hoped at least she was out of danger.

Cisco and Harry practically came sprinting into the cortex.

“Time to go!”

Cisco called.

He intended to grab the battery from off the table behind and breach you all to another part of the lab, but the second he was within five feet of it, a blast hit one of the computers nearby and the residual from the beam knocked him right off his feet.

Your first instinct was to reach for your gun.

“Don’t even think about it!!”

The yell made you freeze and Harry was glaring in the criminal’s direction. He had one of Harry’s weapons, a dangerous one at that. Getting hit with one of those blasts was guaranteed injury, maybe even death.

The man holding said gun was someone you all recognized.

Devon Miles.

Notorious for criminal activity of all kinds.

His aim was focused on Harry and when he saw the battery sitting on the table behind, you could tell he’d already decided what he wanted.

“Listen to me, think this over, you’re a thief, not a killer, you really want to spend the rest of your life in a jail cell for killing a cop?”

His aim faltered for a second, but he didn’t stand down.

“I’m already looking at a life sentence, might as well cut my losses and make a sale to get out of this crazy ass city.”

Obviously he’d already made up his mind. Harry stepped directly in front of the battery, blocking Devon’s view and he snarled.

“Give it to me!!”

You were maybe a few meters away.

You were at a disadvantage and this man seemed unhinged.

You needed to talk him down, at the very least distract him. Handing him the device was out of the question. Barry had explained that it was a battery, but used recklessly, it could be a potential bomb, and you know Harry would sooner take a bullet than let something that dangerous into the hands of this maniac

“HAND IT OVER!!”

Harry refused to fold, and when Devon gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, you supposed it was instinct. You jumped right in front of him and the meta charged weapon struck you right in the center of your chest. Your body hit the ground with a thud and you ended up skating a few feet away.

Harry was stunned, and Devon dropped the gun in surprise, cursing as he tried to make a break for it in the other direction. He made it all the way to the doorway before he was knocked off his feet.

Harry recognized the stream of vibrations. Cisco was leaning against the wall with a huff, glaring at Devon who was now on the floor.

The criminal was down, passed out.

There should have been celebrations, but Harry’s gaze moved back to your form, and the pit in his stomach got bigger.

“(L/N).”

His tone was stern, like he expected you to just get up and yell at him, but he got no response. With unsteady steps, he walked over to you. Cisco seemed to understand the severity of the situation. Harry kept walking, kept calling.

“(L/N).”

He kneeled, still nothing.

When his hand touched your shoulder and he carefully guided you unto your back, your eyes were still shut.

“(Y/N)...”

His voice was shaky, and Cisco was quick to call in the calvary.

Harry stayed planted by your side the entire time.

When the team learned of the situation, Barry practically sped you over to the med bay and Caitlin connected the patches, ready to run everything. The waves from the gun were strong, and since you caught it head on, they weren’t sure what to expect.

Caitlin had managed to finish setting up the drip and heart monitor when your body jolted and you sat upright with a gasp.

“H-HARRY!!”

It was the first thing you said, and he seemed to be frozen in place. The fact that you were awake right now was more than a little surprising. Barry spent a few minutes assuring you that everyone was fine.

Harry knew he should have said something, but words wouldn’t form and he just ended up somewhat fading into the background as Caitlin got to work.

She was thorough, and after much fretting from your friends, she’d drawn a conclusion.

“We think that you might have been affected by the particle accelerator. No abilities manifested, but you have dark matter in your body. You’re a meta, we’re just not sure what kind. I’m going to keep running tests. None of this is final, but at the very least all your vitals are stable.”

You nodded at Caitlin, looking down at the small bandage on your arm. Aside from a bruised bicep, you were healthy, and that was more than enough.

“Thank you Caitlin.”

She smiled, and Barry looked more than a little relieved. Cisco offered a pat on your shoulder as he gestured to your badge and your gun that was on the table at the side.

“Don’t worry, I kept them nice and shiny for when you came to.”

You laughed, nodding at him.

“I appreciate it, Cisco.”

He shrugged with a grin, and you laid back on the bed, letting out a sigh. Harry was standing off at the side. Your eyes moved to him, relieved that he was uninjured.

Still, you felt like you needed to double check.

“Harry are you-”

“You’re a fool.”

His tone was no different than any encounter that you both shared, and your brows furrowed.

“You made a stupid decision because you’re reckless.”

Harry’s words were harsh, and he expected something, anything, but you just looked away. No more words were exchanged, and Harry just adjusted his glasses as he stormed out.

Barry wasn’t sure what to do. Iris just sent him a nod and a smile, and he returned it, heading to speak to Harry as she moved to your side.

Harry retreated to one of the smaller labs to work on something. That’s where Barry found him, tickering with something or the other.

“You might want to go easy on her, Harry.”

Barry’s words seem to fall on deaf ears, because Harry was still hyper focused on his device.

“She’s a genius, Harry.”

Harry scoffed, turning to Barry to retaliate, but the serious yet solemn look on his face made his words stop.

“She understands more than you realize. (Y/N) has been helping Cisco with upgrades to my suit, she figured out the equation to stabilize the nuke we stopped last summer when you were training Jesse and she can read and understand all the translations from the speedforce.”

That caught Harry’s attention.

“When she first came, it took her a few hours to figure out I was the Flash. Her closing rate is impressive and she can solve equations like it’s child’s play. She’s not like you or me or Cisco. She comes from a family of geniuses, she could have been a billionaire like the rest of her family members, but she chose law enforcement to help people."

He wasn't aware of that fact.

"All she’s ever done is help and I think she really admires you, but sometimes when you rebuttal her or talk down I think it just reminds her of how she was back home and for her, that’s suffocating.”

He swallowed at the evaluation, now no longer interested in his tech.

“Please just..try to meet her halfway. She jumped in front of that blast to protect you.”

In the back of his mind, he knew that. That’s why it pissed him off. The idea of you risking your life for him.

He didn’t deserve it, none of your kindness.

Barry said nothing more, just walked out an encouraging look, leaving Harry to his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, just staring down at his feet, contemplating all of your conversations.

It felt like an eternity before he finally willed himself to suck up his pride and move.

When he walked back into the cortex an hour later, you were packing up your things to head back home. Caitlin had pretty much explained that you were healthy and if there were any changes, you should return. You hadn’t even really heard him until you turned and he was right in front of you.

You backed up, swallowing. You were ready for some kind of insult, but he just removed his glasses, lowering his head.

“I’m sorry.”

Clearly that was not what you expected.

Now that you were actually looking at him, you could see the guilt on his face.

“Seeing you on the ground, unconscious because of me it..it was hard. Especially since I know you hate me.”

You shake your head.

“I don’t hate you Harry.”

He gave a humorless chuckle, lifting his head to present all the evidence on why that couldn’t be true. But when he looked at you, it was sincere. Your expression, that statement.

“I don’t hate you. I’d never let anything happen to anyone on this team, especially you.”

In a way, he was baffled. All your encounters proved otherwise, but your eyes were so honest and caring that it seemed to dawn on him that despite your many arguments, you actually cared about him.

His eyes drifted to the bandage that was visible on your right bicep and that guilt returned. Your eyes caught what he was looking at, and you wore an impish smile.

“I’m okay.”

You assure.

He nods, placing his glasses back on his face.

“Please, just be careful in the future.”

There was actual concern in those words. Not something Harry often displayed. You know that given the situation, he must have been scared. Despite the scary events of the day, you had to admit it was kind of nice seeing the more tender side of Harry.

You stepped forward, and when you placed your hand on his arm lightly and leaned up, placing a kiss on his cheek, you could tell he was a bit surprised. When you pulled back, you smiled.

“Thanks for apologizing casa nova.”

It was a jab, one he’d refute any other day, but at the moment, he couldn’t get out much. You just continued to smile as you stepped back.

“Have a good night Harry.”

With a soft laugh, you were walking away and he cursed.

“Shit.”

He realized in that moment that he’d lost, miserably.  

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Harry Wells (Flash) - Oneshot.

You’re not certain how things really turned out that way.

With Team Flash crazy things tend to happen.

The lead of a crime syndicate had led you all to a club. Except the minute you saw the guy, Barry and the others had to fall back because he’d pretty much seen their faces.

They retreated, which left you and Harry there to get close enough to record the current conversation to prevent further importation of drugs and meta human weapons.

“Harry, you need to get closer! We can’t hear or see anything.”

Cisco’s order over the coms didn’t help.

He was pissed.

Not only was he in this public space surrounded by sweaty bodies and loud music, but it seemed almost impossible to get any closer without blowing the whole operation.

With a drink in your hand, you were just as anxious.

The sound changed, and Harry’s eyes tracked the target.

Evan Agram.

He was now moving to the dancefloor with a woman.

“He left the section.” Harry grumbled.

“Damn.. wait! This might actually work. Can you get closer to him, maybe we can copy his phone. We’d have everything.”

Cisco sounds excited and Harry's expression doesn’t get much better.

“How exactly am I supposed to do that Ramon?”

“I don’t know, be creative. We’re counting on you.”

Harry huffed, and you looked around, trying to figure the best way to proceed.

The melodies in the club were a big distraction.

Lookin' in your eyes while you on the other side

And I think that, shawty, I got a thing for you, yeah

Doin' it on purpose, windin' and workin' it

I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl

The people around seemed to have slowed down, and there’s an opening right next to your criminal. The subtleness of the lyrics along with the space that is practically calling, well the idea seems obvious.

Now how are you going to pitch it to Harry?

This isn’t the first time you’ve been to a club with the guy.

He usually tagged along on little adventures when Cisco pestered him. He’s a natural loner, so all it took was a bit of reverse psychology and he’d join the group.

Yet now, it's not like those times.

This is a case and a serious one, you need to do whatever’s necessary to stop these men.

You school your features, before you work up the nerve.

“Harry, we have to dance.”

His head turns in your direction and he looks as though you’ve grown an extra head.

Before he can protest, you take the device from his jeans pocket and slide it right into your cleavage. Harry is clearly at a loss for words. He won’t admit it, but that just might be the best spot because most men would rather take a knee than admit to staring down there. It seems to be perfectly hidden, and you take a hold of his wrist, downing your drink in one swig before you’re leading him to the dancefloor.

Harry all but stumbles behind, and when you get to where you need to be, you turn to him.

“Just follow my lead.”

You sound so sure, and he can’t truly say much. You turn towards your target, and he seems none the wiser, because you wrap Harry’s hands around your body as you begin to sway with the music. He doesn’t want to blow the cover, but it’s hard to think, because you guide his hands to the most scandalous placement.

One is lying over your stomach, just under your navel and the other is on your left thigh.

His body is tense, you can feel it, but you need this, to stop this man.

“Relax, just move with me.”

It’s a careful whisper and with each second that passes, he forces himself to obey the instruction. The more he relaxes, the more you seem to. You let out a breath, gaze moving back to Evan. His focus is trained on his lady friend, and you’re grateful, you’re much closer than you expected.

“Awesome, we’re scanning his phone now, it should only be about another minute. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

You’re certain if Cisco knew what the two of you were doing he would not be so enthusiastic.

Despite the questionable approach, you try your best to think about anything other than Harry’s hand on your inner thigh.

“The music, focus on the music.”

I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)

In this club (ayy) (yeah)

In this club (ayy) (oh-oh)

In this club

I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (make love)

In this club (ayy) (in this club)

In this club (ayy) (yeah)

In this club (ayy) (listen)

Bad idea, bad idea!!

The music does nothing to help, so you just think about how many people you’ll be helping when you stop the guy.

You just keep moving with the rhythm.

Each sway, each move is replicated by Harry, and it’s actually making this a bit harder. You’re grateful that he calmed down enough to convince the people around that you’re a couple just enjoying a night out. You shouldn’t over think this but he feels strangely good. So close, so strong.

His arms, his chest, his scent, it’s all so enticing.

“Snap out of it.”

This is no time for distractions.

With the amount of people around, somehow you end up moving closer to Evan, and you’re actually relieved that your plan worked out so well, because his back is turned to you as the woman smiles.

At one point someone bumps at the side, and you almost stumble, but Harry tightens his grip to keep you grounded.

“Are you okay?”

Those words are whispered into your ear, and you know it’s not his intention to be that seductive, but it sends a quiver throughout your body that you desperately try to control. His breath on your neck, his hand that has moved a bit lower due to the action of a party goer, it’s driving you insane. You were the one who came up with this genius plan, so you can’t complain.

“(Y/N).”

You exhale shakily.

“Yes..yes I’m fine.”

Harry seems to settle, and you’re both still swaying with the song.

You’re not sure if the accidental push has brought you both closer, because he feels pressed more firmly against your back. You’re doing everything to ensure your arms don’t tremble, because they are laying delicately over him that has captured you quite completely.

“This was a bad idea..”

You murmur.

You’re ready for his agreement.

“I think given the results, it was genius.”

This time his lips brush your ear and you’re almost certain this isn’t just a trick in your mind. Is he intentionally trying to drive you crazy?

“We got it!!”

Cisco’s voice cheers over the com.

“Alright guys, whenever you have a chance, just sneak away. Be careful.”

Barry instructs.

You hum in agreement.

The song is nearing its end, just in time. If you had to deal with this anymore you might actually pop a vessel.

Might as well give me a kiss, if we keep touchin' like this

I know you scared, baby, they don't know what we doin'

Let's both get undressed right here, keep it up, girl, I swear

I'ma give it to you non-stop

And I don't care, who's watchin', watchin', watchin'

Watchin', watchin'

Oh, in this club, on the floor

Baby, let's make love

The suggestiveness of this song makes everything much worse.

It trails on for a bit longer before it dies out in the background. When it does, you can feel the way Harry slowly steps away. You turn to him to convey a job well done, maybe save some face, yet the second your eyes meet, it’s far worse than when the both of you were basically grinding on each other.

You’ve never seen such an intense look in his eyes.

Working with the guy for the past two years has shown you many sides of him.

Mostly annoyance.

Yet now, the heat in his eyes almost brings you to your knees. You should make a break for it, escape, but you can hardly get yourself to move. It feels like a challenge to breathe.

The loudness of the new song jolts you back to earth, because bodies begin flooding the dancefloor and Harry looks up, and once again that irritated look returns. He looks back at you, indicating that you both leave. You nod, stepping forward as he moves to the side to follow behind to ensure you aren’t trampled.

Once you’re both in the clear, you meet your friends outside.

Barry seems satisfied, so does Cisco.

When the information is passed on to CCPD, Joe is more than happy to arrest Evan. Apparently certain criminals aren’t that great about not boasting about crimes they have committed. With the contacts and information you copied off his phone, the following morning over a dozen arrests were made and a few million in drug money was recovered, along with some very high class tech that was definitely stolen.

Cisco spent the better part of the day boasting that it was his expert leadership skills. Barry couldn’t help but give that to him.

You’re happy that you were able to help. Working alongside Team Flash as a cop has taught you so much. A few years ago when you were appointed as a detective in the precinct, you never thought this would be your life. But you have to admit, it’s always rewarding when you catch the bad guy.

You should have been celebrating with everyone else, but your mind refuses to give you the satisfaction. You’d spent the time observing Harry from afar.

All of you were in the cortex, but you chose a spot on the opposite of his to stand and you’d been careful to keep your distance for the entirety of all the conversations that were exchanged. Yet your eyes were practically glued to him.

The way he moved, the way he talked, even that somehow attractive glare. It’s like your brain had suddenly become aware of him and it was driving you crazy. It’s not like you didn’t think he was handsome before. There was just always this air of professionalism. You’d had your fair share of one on ones, but this, this was different.

You hadn’t realized that you drifted off until Frost came looking. Given that you’re closer in age to her, Caitlin and Iris, all four of you have become a bit closer. Caitlin is the empath, Iris is the motivator and well, Frost is just blunt.

“So what’s the deal with you and Harry?”

There’s that bluntness.

You slide down the wall of the speed lab, burying your face in your knees.

There’s no use denying it.

“I don’t know I just..we needed the information so I made a call.”

In actuality, you’ve done operations like that before. Times where you had to go undercover, play a part. This isn’t the first time you’ve had to get up close and personal with a colleague, so why is this time different?

“So you got the hots for him.”

You lift your head, face flushed, despite your need to stop it.

“I…I..”

What can you say to that?

Frost just grins, giving you a harsh pat on the back.

“Go get em tiger.”

Somehow that makes you feel worse.

You just drop your head back into your knees with a groan. 

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 10 - Final

Wade took his leave a few days later, and you haven’t caught the scent of your brother, safe to say he’s gone.

That night that your brother left, you explained it all to Lex. But neither of you have spoken about it since then. You aren’t really sure what to say about it. You’re a bit surprised he’s so casual about almost being attacked, then again, his life is typically in danger every few months.

It must feel like routine at this point.

Lex isn’t oblivious, you’ve become a bit more quiet and distant. As he’s seen, there is little that breaks you professionally. Even now he knows there is so much on your mind, yet you accompany him to every meeting, every trip and carry out your duties no different than any other day.

Today he’s meeting with a few investors, and as it turns out there is another political rally close by. It’s loud, hard to miss, and when he exits the car to get into the hotel, that’s when the gunshots go off. In a matter of seconds he’s guided into the hotel, and you turn to the head of security. Screams echo and bullets are apparently still flying.

“Don’t let him out of your sight.”

That’s your only instruction before you go bolting out the door. Lex and his present bodyguard don’t think much of it, people are still scrambling, yet you are sprinting to get across the street. It doesn’t seem to register until the bullets now appear to be aimed in your general direction.

You jump onto a car, and the bullet that whizzes by hits the window of it. It seems you’ve spotted the vantage point of this person, because Lex peeks through the glass long enough to see a van parked with the window open and a rifle aimed.

The next jump you make is over the hood of a car, and when you land, you take one aggressive action and reach into the window of said van. A scream of a man echoes when you pull the rifle and toss it to the ground, taking the man with it. He tumbles to the floor, clearly disoriented and you stamped the gun, and yanked the man to his feet. He looks startled.

“How the hell did you do that..”

You’re frowning, and the cop cars ring in the background. Officers race outside of their squads cars when they pull up and you shove your attacker unto his stomach as you pull out a zip tie from your back pocket. He grunts at the force, and the second you have him restrained you look up at the officers that are now trained in your direction.

“Hands in the air!!”

“I’m hired as security with Luthorcorp. I’m going to reach into my jacket pocket and pull out my ID. Don’t shoot.”

You press your knee to keep the man down, and you slowly reach for identification.

They still look careful, and one man approaches with his gun drawn as you slowly show your ID. He glances at it, then at you, slowly nodding in acknowledgement.

Another officer came over to remove the rifle, and you straightened when the rest of them began to pour in to check the other civilians and detain your shooter. As he was being pulled off the ground, he was shouting.

“THAT WOMAN IS A PSYCHO!!!”

The officer just snorted as the shooter was led away.

“Says the guy that opened fire on innocent people.”

You nod.

“I don’t care what your political views are, if you’re hurting people I’m going punch you in the face.”

The officer turned to you with a raised brow and your expression stayed neutral.

Now he seemed a bit scared.

“W-Well thanks for the assist. If you could just give your information to the officer over there we can take it from here.”

“Of course, have a good day.”

You walked away without another word.

It took a while for it all to be sorted, and Lex observed the entire exchange. By the time you made it back to the hotel, it was a given that you would need to find another place to stay.

Another venue was booked and you were in Lex’s room setting up for the night as his other security took residence down the hall.

After a few patrols you decided to call it a night.

Now showered, you stepped out to the sight of him on the bed with a few documents out. You could tell he wasn’t very focused, because his gaze was ahead, instead of on the text.

“Are you okay?”

You moved over taking a seat and he offered a smile, nodding.

“I’m fine. I wasn’t the one scaling vehicles and taking down criminals. If you’re not careful another company is going to see your skill and snatch you up.”

“I’d never work for another company.”

Your words are sure, and Lex is once again reminded of your loyalty. Even before any feelings were expressed, you had informed him of how you worked and explained you would go as far as risking your own safety for him.

“About my brother..”

Ah, this is what he’s been waiting for. This is clearly what has been weighing on your mind.

“One threat won’t keep him away. As much as I hate to admit it, we’re family and I still..I still love him.”

It’s painful to admit, because you know the kind of monster he is, so what does that make you?

You look away.

“Either way, I’d understand. I wouldn’t blame you. My life is pretty messed up.”

Lex just offers a smile.

“You’re saying that to the guy that lost all his hair in a meteor shower that gave the town superpowers.”

You can’t help it, you crack a smile yourself.

Lex conveys understanding.

“I think it goes without saying that neither of us want to walk away. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m doing something right. Watching you today, rush out there to save people you don’t even know, it makes me want to be someone better.

Having you in my life makes me a better man, and I know it might be selfish, but that’s all I want. To be better, do better, with you.”

You never saw yourself as someone to be admired. You’ve made your share of bad decisions, so you’re no saint, but it feels like his words go both ways. Fighting in war is much different.

The idea of protecting your country is so broad that many don’t really give it much thought. But what you did today, it felt different. Much different than just firing a gun in the name of patriotism.

You want to be better too.

Maybe he reads it in your expression, because all he gives is a smile as he leans in.

That first kiss is gentle, quick. When you pull back, you lick your lips, and his eyes are trained on them.

You swallow.

It’s taken you a long time to trust anyone again. You always thought it would be easier to walk away. Getting attached was dangerous because there was always the chance of losing the person you loved. You never wanted Lex to ever encounter Victor, but it was naive to expect that it wouldn’t happen.

The fact that he’s still here, it’s both frightening and reassuring. Because now you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to walk away.

You’re in love with him.

You love him.

“I love you too.”

His words make your breath catch, because you haven’t even said it aloud, yet he knows.

How does he know….

He cups your cheek, and when he pulls you in, your expression evens out, because this kiss is just as gentle, yet holds every bit of passion. The slow caress of his lips are just as amazing as the first time that he’d kissed you. Every soft touch after makes you melt. You feel a bit light headed.

You’ve shared a number of these moments.

Those hurried desperate kisses are typically the ones most talked about, yet this one, right now, feels just as crazy because your heart is pounding so loudly you’re almost convinced that you’ll lose yourself. 

Your hand reaches out, smoothening against his shirt. You can’t fully catch a breath, because everytime he parts, he gives you just enough time to exhale before he comes back, claiming you in this heated embrace.

His free hand moves over yours that’s against his chest and when he moves it’s just a bit to the left, you can feel it, each crazy beat. His heart is racing almost twice as hard as yours. He gently holds your palm against his chest, almost like he needs you to hear all of it. Every excessive thump.

Your body is so warm, your heart is so full.

Words don’t need to be used.

You both understand. 

[skylarmoon71]

Jubal Valentine (FBI/Grimm): Short Story - AU: Chapter 3

“I’m glad we finally made it to the coffee shop, I just didn’t think you would make me work this hard for it.”

You laugh as Jubal opens the door to the cafe and you step in, sliding off your beanie. When you suggested a run through the park, he agreed. It was even better that you both had the day off, so no sudden calls to disturb the peace.

“I’m just helping you enjoy it more. Nothing’s better than a sugary donut and a cup of joe after a run.”

“I have to agree with you there.”

You giggle.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get the drinks. Anything special?”

“Just cream and sugar.”

“Got it.”

He takes a seat, and you move to place your order.

You and Jubal have been texting back and forth for the past month. Given your jobs, it was a challenge to set a date and stick to it. You’d had time for a few walks after work, and now you’re finally buying him the promised cup of coffee. He lives about five miles away from you, which isn’t bad.

In a weird way you’re happy for the friendship. It’s easy to talk with someone who gets how crazy life is. Even better is that he isn’t a direct coworker. Those types of things always get messy. You have enough craziness in your life, so you want to cherish this normal.

When your order is called, you grab it, along with the two donuts. You move back to the table and Jubal straightens with a grin.

“I’m glad that you’re a woman of your word, that looks amazing right now. “

You laugh, because he’s reaching for the donut before you fully place it down. He takes it happily and you leave the drink at his side as you take a seat and he digs in.

You grab a napkin, doing the same. The first bite he takes leaves powder all over his cheeks and beard and you end up laughing.

“Whaf?”

He smiles.

His cheeks are full and you just shake your head, handing him a napkin.

He takes it, finishing up his donut as he starts wiping the excess powder.

“Well, that was delicious.”

His attention moves to his coffee and you grin behind your cup.

“I hope so, otherwise I would have to assume you just like making a mess.”

“Who doesn’t like a little mess?”

You chuckle, placing your cup down.

“I think given our jobs, it’s nice to avoid the mess.”

He nods in acknowledgement, taking a sip of his coffee before he places it on the table and relaxes into seat.

“Thank you for this, really. Not just the free snack, but the company.”

You were about to say the same.

“You read my mind Agent Valentine.”

He smirks at the little rhyme and you smile.

Some of his texts on nights that you were heading home seemed at the right time. You’d just had a tougher case and planned to wonder, and to your surprise, Jubal had the same mindset. He’d shown you a route in the city he took when he just needed to clear his head before he went to sleep.

Not all cases end the way you want, and for a lot of those nights, the both of you didn’t always talk, you would just walk and admire the many lights, or bustling people, and that was enough. Given your recent development, sometimes you need the extra time.

You’re grateful that your life doesn’t seem as exciting as Nick’s. You haven’t encountered a plethora of criminal wesen and you’re thankful.

You also hope that one day you can tell Jubal without sounding like a nut case.

That’s a topic to think about for another time.

“Well, since you bought the first one, I should get the next one. How does Saturday sound?”

You nod.

“Next Saturday is perfect.”

“Great.”

He’s smiling just as widely as you as he continues drinking his coffee.

After you make it back to your place, you’re happy.

The rest of your day you just busy yourself with mundane tasks and go through a few of the books Nick left the last time he came. You’re on the phone with him at the moment.

“What the hell, is this octopus head thing real?”

He laughs on the other side of the call.

“As real as you and me- Hey no Kelly don’t put that in your mouth!”

You laugh at the subtle parenting in the background and you hear Adalind giggling.

“Don’t worry Nick, I’ve got him.”

You assumed she took whatever the toddler had grabbed to salivate on.

“I swear he gives me more heart attacks than wesens do.” Nick mutters.

“I bet you he’s just like his dad when he was a kid.”

“I’m almost positive I was a very well mannered child.”

“Yet there is no proof.”

Adalind’s laugh echoes through the speaker and you’re playing with the pencil in your hand as you smile.

“So Nick tells me you met someone.”

You groan.

“He’s just a friend.”

“Mhmm, sounds like more than friends. Nick says you text all the time.”

“Nick!!”

“What! She’s my wife. She basically squeezed the information out of me.”

“Didn’t really take much squeezing. You get pretty tame whenever I do that thing with my-”

“And with that we’ll talk to you later! Bye (Y/N).”

The tone echoes before you can reply and you just let out a snort.

“He’s such a sucker.”

Looks like the rest of your evening is free. You get comfortable as you read a few more chapters of the book before you tuck them away. You’re about to get started on dinner, but your doorbell rings.

You’re not really expecting anyone, and when you open the door, you didn’t think it would be Jubal.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to show up unannounced. I figured since we both have the rest of the night free we could stop by and grab a few burgers, maybe have a walk on the way back.”

You smile. He’s shuffling a bit in place, as if he’s ready to go and you do your best to hide your smile.

“I’d like that.”

You throw on a sweater and follow him out.

The air is cool, and it feels just perfect for a walk.

Jubal is telling you about his week, and a few extra details about his coworkers, his family. It’s funny how much you both confide in each other. Maybe it’s because he’d seen you at your most vulnerable once, he wants you to be on even ground.

The topic drifts to that night, he’s explaining about his meeting and how he’d managed to bump into you.

“My friend was celebrating an engagement. They met at that bar, so they figured it would be a nice place to tell everyone.”

That’s actually really sweet.

“At least one of us was there for noble reasons.”

Jubal nudges your arm with a smile.

“Happens to the best of us. “ He offers.

He’s not wrong. He’d told you about his battle with alcoholism himself. It’s not like you were an alcoholic, it was just a tough time. You wanted to forget, even if it was for a short time.

Then Jubal showed up and you pretty much just ambushed him and he tolerated every awkward and silly action. Looking back is always a bit embarrassing. Hearing the reruns is even more so.

“I actually said that?”

“Yes, word for word, you swore that even if you were going to get robbed, at least it would be from an attractive criminal.”

Your cheeks flush and you shake your head.

Jubal is enjoying it, so you suppose it’s not that bad. You’re just watching as he explains in detail all that happened that night. Each memory he presents is followed by the sound of his laughter. You’re just admiring him. Despite all the crap you dealt with that day, you’re grateful that at least something good came out of it.

You don’t process that he’s asked you a question until he turns to you for the answer. His words die off and you can’t truly hide your shameless staring.

Your breath is a bit uneven, and he seems to mirror your expression.

After a few moments, he looks away, and you feel like you can breathe again. The subject changes, and you’re a bit thankful for his ease.

The walk ends after you both grab a bite and head back.

Now standing at your door again, you just wear a warm smile.

“Thanks for the burger and the walk.”

It’s nice just to have someone to listen, hear you.

“Always a pleasure. I guess I’ll see you next Saturday for our coffee run. I’ll be sure to beat you next time. I was just taking it easy on you this morning.”

You giggle.

“Whatever you say Valentine.”

He’s smiling, and when he steps closer, you lift your head just a bit. He’s taller than you and you have to adjust yourself. Both to his height, and the closeness that is beginning to have an effect on you. His gaze is almost too much. You’re almost positive that he’s going to take another step and close the distance, but he just offers a smile, glancing down at his feet as he moves back.

“Thank you, I know I say it a lot. But I appreciate it. Talking with you, laughing with you, looking at you..”

That last one sounds like an unplanned confession. It seems he’s registered the words, because he suddenly looks a bit flustered, and he laughs under his breath, placing his hands on his hips in a manner you’re certain he does a lot at work. It’s just a simple mannerism, but you can’t help but find it attractive.

You’re about to say something, voice your own interests, but his phone goes off. He looks down, and just from his expression, you can tell what his next words are when he looks back at you.

“Go save the world Jubal.”

You smile, and he nods with a little smile of his own.

“I’ll do my best.”

You both share a look before he finally steps away with a little nervous chuckle. You watch him leave with a content sigh. 

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 3

Clark returned home that evening a bit sullen.

The entire situation was just disheartening, Especially since you'd been glowing the entire day. When it was actually time to present, you'd given the teacher prior notice. Clark was happy to finish the presentation.

From the look of the teacher and his peers, he'd pretty much nailed it. But it wasn't as fulfilling when he was the only one being commended.

"She just exploded. Then she called in sick today. (Y/N) was so excited about the presentation. We got full marks. But it doesn't feel as enjoyable without her there."

He'd been contemplating just rushing over to your place, but Lana and even Chloe stated that you would come around when you were ready.

"Clark, maybe you should give her time. Everyone has things they need to deal with. This is just one of those times. She'll come around."

Martha rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. Jonathan was usually all for tarnishing the Luthor name. But it didn't feel like the right time to go on a rant on how bad the Luthors were.

"I'm going to see her."

Martha planned to advise against it, but he was already out the door.

Clark was nothing if not persistent.

~

"I shouldn't have reacted so badly."

It was immature of you to leave Clark to do all the work.

But seeing Lex there felt like he was rubbing it in your face. Your eyes dropped to the image on the wall. The perfect depiction of a family. Two happy parents and a brilliantly glowing child. So much had changed in the span of a year. It was hard to recognize the person in that photo, because it didn't feel like you.

"Sweetheart, there's a young man at the door. Oh! It's Clark!"

"Mom, wait no!"

She'd already opened the door, and you wince when he spots you.

"You don't look sick to me."

"Sick? I thought you said you needed some time to work on your project for tomorrow?"

Your mother asks.

"Thanks a lot Clark."

"S-Sorry."

Your mother folds her arms, and you know that look.

"Grounded for a-"

"A week I know."

You glare at Clark, and he follows awkwardly behind as you head to your room.

"No pie for dessert either."

"What!! That's not fair!"

"Next time don't lie to your mother."

You grumble on your way up the stairs.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!!"

As you enter your room, you're careful not to slam the door. Clark watches you amused.

"You don't know her like I do. I can't risk losing dinner too."

Clark can barely contain his laughter, and you find yourself giggling as you take a seat on your bed. Clark slides a chair over, sitting next to you.

"How was the presentation?"

You were a bit scared to ask.

"It would have been better if you were there. " You lower your head.

"I'm sorry I bailed on you. "

"That's not really what I'm concerned about. What happened last night. You just blew up. I was worried. "

It's at times like this you wish you were a much better liar. Because you can just make something up, but Clark would see right through you. You grip the bed, and he moves closer, placing his hand over yours.

"You can trust me I promise."

You haven't known Clark for that long, but he hasn't done anything to prove that he's untrustworthy. If anything he's exceeded your expectations. Your lips quiver, and when he feels the slight tremble in your hands, he's concerned.

"Clark...I'm a meteor freak.."

It's a mix between a sob and a whisper.

The tears begin falling, and you fully expect him to pull away. Run out of there screaming, but he does neither. He moves to the bed. Pulling you into a hug. You just continue to cry. Because no one knows, not even your mother.

Suddenly it makes sense.

He remembers the situation with Earl.

You pull back slightly, wiping your eyes. Clark doesn't need to hear more. He just wants to provide support, but you need to get it off your chest.

"My dad he..he worked at that plant all his life. Everything was fine. When my parents had me I was healthy. That's what the doctor said. But then last year they shut down the plant and my family suffered."

It's hard to go back to all those painful memories.

"I watched my family struggle to the point that my dad collapsed from exhaustion trying to keep us afloat. He died the following year, and that's when my abilities started to manifest. The Luthors, they took so much from me. Seeing him there looking so unaffected just...it hurt.."

Now he understands.

All he can hope to do is help you through it, because nothing he can say will completely banish that pain.

For now, all he can do is be a good friend.