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

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

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

���Looking as beautiful as ever Ms. Jane.” 

You laugh at the message, texting back. 

“How can you tell?” 

You smile, awaiting the response.

“Look up.” 

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

“After you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pardon?” 

Jane just smiled. 

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

It couldn’t get much clearer than that. 

Alexander looks stunned. 

“How did you-” 

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

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

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

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

Jane expected as much.

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 She seemed withdrawn, sad.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

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

“I should have done a better job at-” 

“Protecting her?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I completely understand.” 

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

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

“Do you love her?”

“With every bone in my body.” 

Jane appreciated the honesty. 

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

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

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

Jane’s words were exactly what he needed. 

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

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

He’s happy.

“Do you want some more coffee?” 

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

Alexander blinked, nodding. 

“Yes, thank you.” 

He hadn’t even realized that he ran out. 

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

“Pardon, but have we met before?” 

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

“D-Definitely not.” 

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

“Well, enjoy your breakfast!” 

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

“That..” 

Alexander started. 

“It couldn’t be..” 

You mumble.

It must have been your imagination. 

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

Life is good.

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Mick Davies (Supernatural) - Extra 1

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

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

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

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

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

A bad call on his part.

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

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

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

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

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

You were angry, and he could understand why.

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

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

Dean dropped his arms in defeat.

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

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

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

Not until today.

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

Sam realized that he would have to intervene.

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

Sam words don’t earn a desirable reaction.

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

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

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

“I’m working.”

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

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

“Shut up Dean.” Sam retorts.

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

Mick nods, following down the hall.

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

At this point, Sam isn’t even surprised.

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

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

“Sorry to burst your bubble, love.”

The accent just added to your agitation.

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

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

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

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

“It’s nothing, you’re overthinking.”

“I don’t think I am.”

His line of questions was worsening your mood.

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

He could tell.

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

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

This was more than just impatience for his bad hunting.

It must have been…

“You remember everything, don’t you?”

You froze in place, hands gripping the bag.

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

He was right.

“Why did you lie?”

It didn’t make sense.

Though now your attitude is starting to add up.

“Because it’s wrong!!”

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

Not anger specifically, but fear.

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

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

Mick takes a step forward.

“I would sooner take my life.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Shut up.”

You grumble.

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

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Mick Davies (Supernatural) - Oneshot

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

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

“YOU WHAT!!” 

Dean winced. 

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

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

“Because we can help.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Understood.” 

That was the way it started. 

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

“Back in the books again.” 

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

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

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

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

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

He seems surprised. 

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

Mick’s jaw is clenched tightly. 

“Everything we do is to protect this country.” 

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

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

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

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

“Alright, cool down kids.” 

Dean says creating a barrier. 

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

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

At least that’s what you thought. 

“Damn hunters!!” 

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

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

“You’re going to taste great.” 

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

“Looked like you needed a hand dear.”

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

There wasn’t much conversation after that. 

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

“I had it handled.” 

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

“I thought you guys were in Iowa?” 

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

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

“Did you have to bring the brit?” 

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

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

“You want a prize?” You ask sarcastically. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure this is the right address?” 

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

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

“Is that-” 

“An angel.” 

The new voice made you both turn around. 

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

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

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

“And if I refuse?” 

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

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

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

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

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

He jokes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were unconscious. 

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

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

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

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

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

Dean didn’t need any more convincing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.” 

It was all you could get yourself to say. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Good as new. Cheers love.” 

He commended. 

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

“Thank you, truly.” 

“It’s nothing.” 

You muttered. 

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

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

“I’m going to check in with Dean. “ 

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

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

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

“(Y/N).” 

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

“What is it?” 

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

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

“Are you alright?” 

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

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

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

“I’m fine.” 

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

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

When you passed out, their worry increased. 

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

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

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

“Exactly.” 

Sam concludes. 

Dean just shrugged. 

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

Sam looked a bit worried. 

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

Dean nods, then eyes you a bit suspiciously. 

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

Sam’s brows furrowed. 

“Yeah, why?” 

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

Sam seemed a bit curious now.

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

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

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

“Hey, how are you feeling?” 

You were rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“I..I don’t know.” 

You started to straighten against the cushions. 

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

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

“You..you saved me from the witch?” 

“Sure did.” Dean boasted. 

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

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

“You’re the best Dean, thank you!” 

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

“You’re welcome…?” 

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

“You helped too didn’t you Sam?” 

“Uhh..y-yeah I guess.” 

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

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

“L-Love you too..” 

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s a treesome?” 

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

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

Sam sent Dean an unimpressed look. 

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

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

“What’s porn?” 

“NOTHING!” 

They both replied. 

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

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

“I guess so.” 

You watched Dean who seemed curious. 

“What?” 

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

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

“Well I mean, I guess.” 

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

“Shut up Sammy!!” 

You giggled, placing your cheek in your palm. 

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

Sam gave a smile. 

“Thank you (Y/N).” 

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

“Mick, what’s up?” 

Sam spoke casually. 

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

“I-I’m going to my room!!” 

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

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

“You’re kidding.” Sam stated. 

“It makes sense.” Dean reasoned. 

“Something I should be informed of gentlemen?” 

Dean pursed his lips, then grinned. 

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

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

“Very well.” 

He moved to the table, taking the books. 

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

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

“Come in!” 

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

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

“M-Mick!” 

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

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

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

Mick stammered, a bit lost, clearly surprised. 

“I..I..pardon?” 

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

You were now pacing. 

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

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

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

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

“Those wankers.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He let out a soft laugh despite himself. 

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

You shook your head defiantly. 

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

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

“Do you truly have feelings for me?” 

He was more curious than anything else. 

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

A small smile made its way on his lips. 

“Is that all?” 

He urged. 

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

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

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

“Is something wrong?” 

You nibbled on your lower lip. 

“Do you…do you like me too..” 

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

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

“You like someone else, don’t you?” 

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

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

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

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

~Extra~

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

Dean stated. 

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

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

He just gave Dean an exasperated look.

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

“Mick and I kissed!” 

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

“Really dude, when she’s spelled?” 

Dean really was the last one who should be judging. 

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

“There’s more than kissing?” 

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

“Care Bear.” 

Dean stated as if it would explain everything. 

Sam just pressed his palm to his face. 

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Alexander (Grimm) - Crossover AU - Chapter 39

Safe to say that after that situation you were both a bit embarrassed. You walked into the Spice Shop the following day to meet Rosalee, Monroe and Nick to explain that everything was okay. Monroe had struggled to truly give Nick a straight answer when he asked. Now you’re both standing there like teenagers that have just been caught.

“Can someone explain this to me!” 

Nick seems done with all the looks. 

You just sigh. 

“Everything is fine, I just had a strong reaction.” 

“A reaction to what?” Nick asks. 

Your gaze moves to Alexander who in turn looks at you. The events play back in your head and you nibble on your lower lip. 

“I-it’s not important. You don’t have to worry about anything. It’s all under control.” 

Alexander nods in agreement. 

“We’ve dealt with the problem. As Ms. Calver stated, everything should return to normal. There have been no changes with Ms. Jane since that time.” 

Nick still looks a bit annoyed that no one will give him the specifics. But he relents. 

“Fine. If anything happens-” 

“You will be informed. “ Alexander finishes.

After that discussion you feel like you need to scramble. Alexander had to return to the office to get some work done since it had completely left his mind given what had transpired. 

The minute you both step back inside his office, you can just see the chaos. 

Alexander chuckles softly at your expression as he closes the door and gets to work fixing up the space. You shuffle around, helping where you can. A lot of his furniture has been tossed around, not to mention his trash can, a few of his folders, his chair, even a few picture frames that had been hanging on the wall. 

The more you fix, the guiltier you feel. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

You’ve been apologizing since yesterday and Alexander shakes his head.

The very prominent claw marks will need to be dealt with at a later date. He’s currently pushing the bookshelf back in place.

“If anyone should be apologizing it is me. You were acting under the residual effects of that spell. We were aware that there would be changes. I should have done a better job of showing restraint.” 

His back is facing you, and your eyes trail down his body as he aligns the bookshelf again. 

“I wasn’t exactly complaining.” 

Your words make him straighten, and he turns back to you. You’re no longer affected, but it doesn’t deter your attraction. Regardless of what happened, you can’t deny that you’ve probably thought about defiling his office before. 

“As much as I would like to revisit that very invigorating activity, it may be best if we restrain from such impulses for the time being. Benjamin informed me that he was concerned that I was being attacked. That’s until he got closer.” 

You groan in embarrassment, placing your palm over your face. Alexander smiles. 

“There’s no need to be bashful. I believe we both had a chance to benefit from that situation.” 

He looks so cheeky and you flush. 

“I'm starting to think I’m the only one who is embarrassed by what happened. “ 

“We’re both consenting adults, there is no need to be embarrassed.” 

He says that but you can’t help it. The evidence of your little adventure is everywhere in his office. The couch, walls and even small scratches on his desk. 

How shameful. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 7

Lex realized that you possessed some very interesting traits and perspectives, and he couldn’t complain.

He enjoyed it. Talking with you. Even though your entire personality was a bit standoffish, with him, you were almost transparent, and he realized that it wasn’t so much that you didn’t like people. It just took you a while to warm up to them. He took notice of the way you were around Clark, and that one time you’d met his parents when he invited you both over for dinner.

“Thanks again Mrs. Kent.”

She smiled warmly, brushing off the comment as she began putting out the food. Jonathan was in the background grabbing the glasses and Clark went to get the plates.

“Clark honey, could you get us some silverware.”

Lex stood.

“I’ll grab them.”

“Oh no Lex, you’re the guest.”

“Please, I insist.”

He was already on his feet, and you followed behind. When Lex turned with his hand full of silverware, you just looked at him. He smiled at your need to help, or stick to him like a golden retriever. Both were very cute. He handed you half of the load as he moved back to set them down and you did the same.

By the time everything was set up, Clark was rushing to take his seat and Martha batted his hand away when he tried to sneak a biscuit. Jonathan laughed, pulling out a seat for his wife as she smiled, leaving a kiss on his cheek. He took his own seat, and once you were done, you were about to follow, but you paused next to Lex’s seat. He stopped by yours and you both had ended up pulling out the chair for the other.

Clark looked curious and Martha and Jonathan merely smiled.

“I’m the gentlemen, you’re supposed to let me be chivalrous.” Lex explained.

“If we’re measuring chivalry I’d be on the top. I’ve saved you half a dozen times.” You argued.

“Well it is in your job description.”

“Exactly. It’s my job to help you, so sit.”

Lex shook his head.

“This is a casual setting, so you should sit.” He gestured.

“I’m stronger.”

“I’m taller.” Lex counters.

“I’m indestructible.”

“I can’t get sick.”

He smiled, because it looked like you were thinking of more ways to win this competition. Clark still seemed a bit confused by the back and forth. But he still worked up a smile.

“You guys are arguing like a couple.” He joked.

You turned to him with a deadpan look.

“We are dating.”

“Wait, what! When!”

“Don’t you read the paper?” You asked.

“I-I thought that was just fake news.”

Martha was giggling at her son’s obvious lack of awareness. From her smile it’s clear she’d probably figured it out the moment she saw you both together.

“You’re pretty dense aren’t you?”

“I’m not!”

Lex intended to point out that he was pretty oblivious, but he decided against it. You looked back at him, and Lex relented, taking a seat as you slid his chair in slightly. He could see the slightly proud look you wore as you took your own seat.

“Let’s eat.”

Jonathan shared a smile with Martha as the food began to pass around.

The conversation was light, and Lex was especially observant of how comfortable you seemed around Clark’s parents. It’s then that he realized that it must have been ages since you had something like this. Dinner with kind people.

When the meal was over you were quick to give your compliments and help with the clean up. Martha and Jonathan were packaging the food. Lex stepped into the kitchen to help you with the dishes. You were washing them with such an easy look on your face. He could physically see the difference between when you were working and when you were just present. He loved it, how calm and carefree you looked doing something so mundane.

You placed the last plate down on the cloth, looking over your shoulder as you reached for the dry wash rag to wipe off your hands.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

You turned fully when your hands were dry, and Lex spotted that thoughtful look on your face. It dawned on him that aside from what he knew about your brother, he didn’t have much knowledge about your family situation.

You wanted to tell him, but there was so much to unpack. Your dad was a deadbeat drunk and your mother’s sanity hadn’t lasted long enough for her to have a good life.

In that moment you could say all of that and Lex would simply be there for you, providing comfort. There was nothing more you appreciated. However, at this moment, saying any of that would just be poor timing. You want to enjoy this without dwelling on what has already happened. You can’t change it, and you don’t want Lex to feel burdened. So for now, the tough stories can wait for another time.

“Mr. and Mrs Kent raised a great person, even if he’s blind to what’s right in front of him.”

“I heard that!!” Clark’s yell echoed.

Lex cracked a smile, moving over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

He appreciated each little moment. You might not be an open book, but the parts he already knew about you, he admired.

Respected.

He couldn’t have asked for a better partner, a better friend.

“Mr. Luthor, your car is waiting outside.”

You were standing at his bedroom door waiting for him to exit. He’d been in there for a while.

“Mr. Luthor.”

Your call didn’t receive a reply and now you are confused. Gripping the door knob you turned it, stepping inside with your eyes focused. You couldn’t smell any intruders and you would have heard if someone snuck in.

“Lex where are yo-”

His bathroom door opened and he stepped out with a towel on his shoulders and a pair of black briefs. Your eyes zeroed in on his attire, or lack thereof. The event wasn’t for another two hours, but you hadn’t expected him to still be in the shower.

“Sorry, were you calling me? I had some time so I decided to take a bath.”

That makes sense.

You avert your gaze, nodding.

“I just wanted to tell you that your car is ready.”

“Thank you.”

With another nod, you kept your eyes on anywhere but him. While you’re good at remaining professional, you’re not blind. Lex is an attractive guy. Even if you hadn’t started dating, you could appreciate that fact.

“Did you call me Lex?”

The slip plays back in your head and you shake your head.

“You must be hearing things.”

Lex smiled, dropping the towel on the bed as he approached. You did your best to say neutral but it was difficult. His eyes were twinkling in that manner that occurred whenever he was up to something. You could still see a few glistening spots on his body from the water and he smelled like heaven. Given how sensitive your nose is, just being in the room was making you a bit lightheaded.

He finally stopped in front of you and you couldn’t help but meet his eyes. He could see it, your need to remain in control. You’ve probably trained yourself to be indifferent to so much that it’s almost instinct at this point. He never wanted you to feel like you had to hold back.

“You don’t have to be cautious around me. I won’t break.”

Something in your eyes felt like he’d hit the nail right on the head.

He took your hand, and you looked down.

You felt like you needed to be transparent, because Lex has always been that way with you.

“My brother...he’s still out there. Even after everything he did, I couldn’t bring myself to ever..” You can’t say those words. He’d taken the person you loved from you, so of course you were angry, but losing him would have left a bigger hole.

“I’m telling you this because there’s a chance that one day he’ll come looking for me. So if you decided that it’s better to-”

“When he comes, I’ll be with you.”

You squeeze his hand. You expect the comment. He’s stubborn like that. He just smiles.

“Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily.”

“I don’t think my bank account would be too happy if I did.”

He chuckles and you crack a small smile.

“Now stop trying to seduce me and put some clothes on.”

You were heading for the door, Lex’s laughter following you all the way out. 

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

“Just look at her.” 

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

“P-Please, I have to get home.” 

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

One of the girls turns at your quick steps. 

“What the-” 

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

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

“Trying to play the hero.” 

She taunts. 

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

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

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

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

“I’m okay.”

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

“Y-You’re fine?” You nod. 

“She barely put a dent.” 

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

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

“Y-You know me?” 

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

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

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

“H-Hai Senpai!!” 

~

Your little show apparently has worked like a charm. 

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

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

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

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

“Ah, gomen.” 

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

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

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

“Hey, I know you!!” 

She goes into full panic mode. 

“GOMEN!!” 

You can’t help but smile. 

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

He nods eagerly. 

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

She lifts her head, and she blushes. 

“I-It was nothing.” 

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

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

“Is he bothering you?” 

Another male walks over, and so does a girl. 

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

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

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

You feel like a proud mother as you walk away. 

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

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

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

You’ve gotten quite used to all of them. 

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

Megumi, he’s sort of a mystery. 

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

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

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

You grunt when you knock into someone’s chest. 

Megumi takes a step back at the slight collison. 

You look up, flushing. 

“Ah, Fushiguro-senpai, gomen. “ 

You rub the top of your head. 

“You should be more careful.” 

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

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

You laugh softly. Megumi just observes. 

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

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

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

You give a bow, right before you take off. 

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

He must have seen you that day. 

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

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

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

You shook your head. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His blue eyes hold worry and warmth. 

“I-I’ll be more careful. I promise.” 

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

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

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

“Fushiguro-senpai.” 

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

“Fushi-” 

“Megumi.” 

“Eh?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Hyah!! He’s holding my hand!!” 

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

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

“KYAA!! I’m not going to make it!!” 

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

“Let me walk you home. “ 

“H-Hai.” 

You follow him like a little puppy. 

Maybe you should be more careful around Megumi. 

He’s too suave for your heart to handle. 

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 9

Turning over in bed, you yawn softly.

"So warm.."

Whatever it is that you pressed into feels like heaven.

"Kento." you mumble.

"Guess again~"

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

"G-GOJO!!"

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

How the hell did he get inside?

"I apologize."

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

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

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

"Y-You shameless dog!!"

You were having such a good moment with Nanami too.

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

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

"Sorry Nanami."

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

"I'll make breakfast!!"

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

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

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

"Ohaiyo (Y/N)."

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

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

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

"Let's take a shower."

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

~~

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

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

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

"You cheater!!" Gojo accused.

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

You frown.

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

"B-But you liked it!"

"Still."

Gojo folds his arms.

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

"I was her first."

"N-Nanami!!"

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

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

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

"NANAMI!!!"

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

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

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

"I'm late."

Nanami slips his suit jacket on.

"Not you too!!"

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

"They really do hate me." He cries. 

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 10

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

He's laying on your couch.

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

"He really does whatever he wants."

That will probably never change.

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

"His eyelashes are pretty thick."

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

"Just a peek should be fine."

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

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

He may be an idiot, but he is attractive.

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

"I-I thought you were asleep!!"

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

"DIE!!"

He just smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

"G-Gojo quit messing around!"

"I'm not."

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

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

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

"Argh AHHH!"

You ripped it into pieces and Gojo pulled back.

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

"Maybe the tie was too much. "

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not so much anymore."

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

"(Y/N) are you-"

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

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

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

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

You finally look up when he is right there.

"I don't want you to."

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

"Can I..touch you?"

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

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

"Call me by my name."

He demands

You flush.

"S-Satoru.." 

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

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

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

"Please, touch me. "

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

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

He places his finger by his lips with a grin.

"I'm not going to hold back."

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

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

Gojo just chuckles.

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

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

"S-Satoru!!"

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

"She's close."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gojo smirks, holding in a moan of his own.

Tonight wasn't going to end here. 

He knows that much. 

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 11

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

You blush.

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

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

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

It's one of the more relaxing days.

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

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

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

"It couldn't be.."

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

"What a nice surprise."

You look up, and there he is.

"Geto..."

He waves with a smile.

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

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

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

"W-What are you talking about?"

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

"Geto why are-"

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

"GETO!! RUN YO-"

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

"What's going on..."

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

"Did it hit me with something?"

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

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

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

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

"I underestimated her."

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

"I'll be seeing you (Y/N)-san." 

There's no explanation. 

He's gone. 

The energy of that special grade is also gone.

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

"You can trust them."

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

~~

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

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

"Oii, Nanami!!"

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

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

"What's wrong!" 

They ask urgently.

You wipe at your eyes, shoulders shaking.

"G-Geto-senpai..."

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

"It's alright." 

He muttered.

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

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 12

"Are you sure?" 

You nod at Gojo's question.

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

Those words hurt to say. Geto is your friend.

"No..."

He was your friend.

"This is a shock."

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

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

Nanami folds his arms, turning to Gojo.

"Were you aware of this?" 

Gojo shakes his head.

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

A part of you wishes you didn't know.

"Something else happened."

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

"Something else?" Nanami asked.

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

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

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

Gojo placed his hand under his chin.

"You manipulated time."

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

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

He moved closer, leaning in, just watching you.

"W-What?"

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

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

"In a sense you don't." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This confession leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"He is a fool."

You don't expect that from Nanami.

You glance at him, and Gojo smiles.

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

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

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

Gojo pulls you into his chest as you blush. 

A pulse rises on Nanami's head.

"You're shameless." Nanami comments.

"She isn't complaining."

You just heave out a sigh.

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

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 13

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

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

It’s been about a week. 

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

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

“Sensei.”

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

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

The memories of him.

~Years Ago~

“Hey look, it’s the ghost hunter!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A-Anyway, why are you here?”

His hands slip into his pockets.

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

“Did you..see another one?”

He nods.

“It was a special grade.”

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

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

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

Maybe there was more to it than that.

~

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

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

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

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

“Dumb bi-”

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

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

“I-I’m okay.”

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

Geto catches you, and you flush.

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

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

You just stare.

“Geto…”

He was scared. For…your sake.

“Thank you, Geto.”

~

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

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

“Geto?”

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

“Gomen.”

He doesn’t say much more than that.

“Why are you acting weird?”

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

“G-Geto..”

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

“I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

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

“O-Okay.” 

Geto smiles.

“I suppose for now, this is enough.”

It’ll have to be for him.

~

“I’m quitting Geto.”

There you stand in the dark uniform of Jujutsu Tech.

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

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

“Because I..I..”

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

“I just wanted to be at your side.”

You can tell something clicks.

“I want to-”

“You’re family (Y/N).” 

You pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 14

“Thank you Sensei!” 

You nod at the student with a smile. 

“I wonder how Suno is doing.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is bad.” 

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

“Gojo was right.” 

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

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

“Let’s go Geto.”

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

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

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

It’s not often that Gojo is serious. 

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

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

“She was.” 

No denial. 

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

“G-Gojo I-” 

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

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

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

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

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

When it’s necessary. 

“I trust you, Gojo, Nanami.” 

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

That’s all you truly need. 

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Bumblebee (Transformers) Chapter 20 - Final

After a bit of awkwardness, Bumblebee left that afternoon. 

Still a bit puzzled by your mother’s words. He’d even asked you if his canon would be enough.

Poor guy has very little knowledge on that aspect of humanity.

Today, you decide to pay him a visit and just make sure you both are on the same page.

“Bee, this might be sudden but I want you to be my boyfriend.”

Practice makes perfect, so you continue to rehearse the words in your head as you walk down the street.

In actuality, you’ve been crushing on him shortly after you met. It only took an entire year for you to fess up. Then that whole situation with the Decepticons just made everything so messy.

But now it’s different. You can be honest about everything.

You hum as you walk down the street to Sam’s house. When you got there, Sam was racing out of the house with Mikeala. They were both laughing, and when he gave you a wave and rushed by, you just watched.

“Have fun with Bee!!”

He called.

You’ve been around the couple long enough not to question their antics. You smiled as you heard Mikaela’s giggles as they went down the street. You should expect it at this point. Moving to the door, you lifted your hand to knock, but it opened, Bee’s eyes lighting up the second he saw you.

“(Y/N)!”

You gave a shy smile.

“Hey, do you want to go for a walk?”

He nodded, exiting the house.

The both of you took off in a random direction, just enjoying the serenity. Bee seemed to be in his own little words, just happy to walk with you. Now that you’re alone, you figured it was the best time to bring up the topic. All the practice felt useless, because you still couldn’t truly get the words out. You were running yourself in circles until you felt him take your hand. Your gaze moved to him, and he offered a big smile.

You returned it with a soft laugh, now feeling a bit silly. There was no reason to overthink it.

“Bee.”

He hums, waiting for you to speak.

“I’d really like it if you’d be my boyfriend Bee.”

He tilts his head.

“Boyfriend…you mean like Sam and Mikaela..?”

You nod bashfully, and the brief blue spark in his irises were joined with a grin on his face.

“Y-Yes I’d love to. I want to!!”

He grabs both your hands and you laugh. You were so worried for nothing. Bee is too transparent for his own good.

“Does this mean we can hold hands in public like this all the time and eat sweet treats like those movies that I’ve seen? What about those programs that the school hosts? We missed the last one but if I’m not mistaken there should be more. Would you like to go with me?”

He looks so eager, and you grin, nodding.

“I’d really like that Bee.”

His shoulders drop, his expression displaying nothing but elation.

“Wow..”

He looks as though he’s still trying to wrap his head around it all.

“Boyfriend..”

He mumbles.

He’s so adorable. You lean over, kissing his cheeks and they color. When you pull away, you give his hand a little squeeze as you continue to walk down the street. Bee follows along with a dazed expression.

It’s obvious you have a lot to teach him about relationships, but knowing Bee, he’ll be a fast learner. You’re more than happy to see what the future holds.

Something tells you, so is Bumblebee. 

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

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

The guests, well, the usual.

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

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

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

I don't want a lot for Christmas,

There is just one thing I need.

I don't care about the presents

underneath the Christmas tree.

I just want you for my own,

more than you will ever know.

Make my wish come true!

All I want for Christmas is you.

Yeah!

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

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

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

“Where’s the pie!!”

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

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

“Oh, baby..”

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

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

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

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

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

The day proceeds with lots of food and fun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dean groans in disgust.

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

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

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

Y-Yes sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No way…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hope you didn’t sneak a peek.”

You lecture after you've packaged your gift.

Clark shakes his head .

“I didn’t I promise.”

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

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

“I…are you..we..”

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

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

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

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

“Merry Christmas Clark.”

He gulps in anticipation.

“Merry Christmas..”

He whispers back.

Looks like your evening was about to be booked.

~

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

Dean whined.

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

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

“(Y/N) asked me to give you this.”

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

Left to open a special present.

-(Y/N).

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

“I’m grabbing my gun.”

“Dean!!”

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

“Merry Christmas.”

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

Jack is still beaming.

A Merry Christmas indeed. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning Mr. Luthor.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just lift a brow. 

“Good luck with that.” 

A challenge he’d gladly accept. 

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

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

“You smell good.” 

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

“Anything else?” 

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

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

“Your eyes are also beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

“Kiss me.”

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

“We’re..” You exhale. 

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

He licked his lips, nodding. 

“Please.” 

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

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

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

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

That caught your attention. 

You were at his side in seconds. 

“Did something happen?” 

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

“I was careless.” 

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

“This is all wrong.” 

Lex nodded in agreement. 

“I know.” 

He should have done a better job of protecting you. 

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

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

“Is that all you were upset about?” 

You didn’t look affected in the slightest. 

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

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

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

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

“Really, you’ve been impaled?” 

“Twice.” 

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

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

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

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

“That would get us both arrested.” 

Once again he was laughing.

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

“Mr. Luthor.”

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

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

“Come to babysit.” 

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

“You’ve had enough.” 

He just lifted a brow. 

“Am I grounded?” 

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

“I get it.”

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

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

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

He just let out a dry laugh.

“Boss.” 

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

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

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

“I respect what you do.” 

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

Inviting.

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

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

Especially if it ended up being because of him. 

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

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

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

“Of course Mr. Luthor I-” 

“I heard that conversation you had with Clark.”

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

“Mr. Luthor, you're drunk.” 

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

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

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

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

Care, touch. 

“It’s okay.” 

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

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

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

He couldn’t seem to stop himself. 

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

The sounds you released, it was hard to differentiate.

“Mr..M-Mr Luthor…” 

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

He knew it was selfish. 

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

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

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

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

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

It was sobering. 

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

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

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

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

But he couldn’t do it.

“It wasn’t.”

He heard the shaky breath you tried to hide. 

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

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

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

Your voice lacked any emotion, and Lex nodded.

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

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

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

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

“I-I’m..I’m not built for love..” 

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N)?”

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

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

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

“Maybe you should take a rest.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Reasonable enough.” He decided.

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

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

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

Another trait he admires.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your competitive nature makes him grin.

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

“I don’t know, it was kind of dry.”

He nudges you and you giggle, turning to him.

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

You’re not stupid.

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

Now you feel like you have to ask.

“Clark.”

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

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

Tell him.

Swallowing, you finally get the words out.

“The reason that we’ve never-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

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

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

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

“So you’re fine if we don’t..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is not!!”

“Is too.”

“Is not!!”

“Is too!!”

“Is not infinity!!!”

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

“What! When did that become a rule?”

“It just did.”

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

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