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dccomicsimagines · 3 years ago

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My Business - Clark Kent x Reader

Requested by Anon - A superman x reader imagine with the prompt: "I found your nose! It was in my business."

Requested by warblinglion0 - Hi! Could I request a Clark Kent imagine please??

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Clark closed his eyes against the blowing snow. He flew over the city, using his super hearing to guide him. The city was quieter than normal. The snowstorm had shut almost everything down.

He sighed, swooping down to help a woman carry home groceries. “Thank you, Superman,” she shouted once she was at her building. Clark waved at her and took off into the sky again.

Most of his day was spent helping stranded people with the storm. He had already written his article about the impact of the storm on Metropolis’ sewer system. Perry could forgive boring content when the storm created a slow news day. Clark snorted. He bet Lois found some kind of amazing story in this weather.

He landed on the top of the Daily Planet. The cold air felt sharp in his lungs. It reminded him of winters at home. He looked out at the snow covered city, thinking of turning in. A cup of hot chocolate while watching that documentary he felt would give him an edge in a story he was researching. He felt warm already.

“Get lost, jerk.” Your voice hit his ears. Clark’s eyes widened in surprise. It was like he was subconsciously listening for you sometimes. Your voice always came to him in the moments he never suspected.

He floated into the air, searching for you. You sounded too close to be at your apartment across town.

“Stupid, country bum,” a man’s voice echoed near you. Clark heard a door slam. He flew faster before slowing when he found you trudging through the snow in the street. His stomach dropped at how underdressed you were. You didn’t even have a coat on.

He almost flew down to you, but he stopped himself. People couldn’t see Superman around you. Too risky. He quickly flew to his apartment only a block away. Changing into regular clothes, he made sure to pick up an extra coat for you before zooming back to you.

***

You wrapped your arms around yourself and cursed your situation. Why didn’t you bring a coat? Why did you decide to go the the club during a snowstorm? You shook your head, feeling the snow settled on your head. Everything was shut down. You shivered, crossing the street to make the long walk home.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing out here?” Clark’s voice made you jump. You spun around, seeing him run over to you. Ironically, he was dressed for the weather. Funny since he couldn’t feel the cold. “Where’s your coat?” He had an extra coat over his arm, which he quickly wrapped around you. You slipped your arms in the sleeves, noting how warm it was.

A shaky laugh escaped you. “I found your nose. It’s in my business...again.” You tapped his nose before struggling to zip up the coat. Your fingers were already numb, burning from the cold. Clark shook his head, smiling as he zipped it for you.

“Come on. It’s too far for you to go home now. My place is nearby.” He wrapped a strong arm around you and led you home. “Now why are you out in this weather?”

He was so warm and his big frame blocked the wind. “Well, I got invited to a club by some friends of Lucy’s.” You bit your lip. “I thought I’d go, but then one of the guys started making fun of me when I didn’t know what...” You stopped yourself from spilling the embarrassing conversation. “Never mind.”

“You’re always getting in trouble.” Clark unlocked his building’s front door and held it open for you. You hurried inside, stomping your feet to knock off the snow. Shivers rocked your body, you could have swore ice was forming on your body.

“And you’re always popping up to help.” You rolled your eyes. “I never would have thought my good old brother, Pete, would ask you to keep an eye on me so much. Do you two even talk that much anymore?”

“We do.” Clark bit his lip. Pete Ross didn’t call him that much, but they always caught up when Clark went home for a visit. It was actually during one of those visits that Pete asked Clark to keep an eye on his younger sibling who got it into their head to move to Metropolis. Pete thought you were in over your head, and honestly, most of the time you were.

You pulled Clark’s jacket closer as you both headed to the elevator. “I mean there was that time where I was in that bad roommate situation, so you helped me move. Then I wanted to rent that one place for really cheap and you stepped in to show me how bad it was. Of course, then you came in with that offer to live with Lucy Lane in a nicer part of town.”

Clark blushed slightly. “Well, it’s the least I could do. I mean you’re practically family, (Y/N).”

Your stomach soured slightly. You were afraid he only saw you as Pete’s little tagalong sibling. Who could blame him when you felt so helpless most of the time? “I personally think it’s because you want to make up for breaking up my mud mask business in the fifth grade.”

He laughed hard, almost doubling over. “You were taking mud from the pond and mixing it with your mother’s perfume. It made three people break out in hives.”

“I had a warning label on it.” You smiled at his reaction. “And it was five dollars a bottle.”

Clark shook his head. “Ma actually bought one from you. She didn’t use it though. In fact, I think she still has it sitting in the garage.”

“Too bad for her. Lana swore by it. Said it cleared up her acne just like that.” You snapped your fingers, chuckling along with him. The elevator doors opened and Clark led the way down the hall to his apartment.

“In all seriousness though, you shouldn’t have went out with a storm on the way. The city shuts down during snowstorms.” Clark unlocked his apartment door and pushed it open to let you in first.

“The club was still open.” You wandered inside, flicking on the lights to take in the bland surroundings. The only personal items were a framed newspaper article and three family pictures of the Kents.

“Stupidly still open, yes.” Clark shut the door and locked it. “I’ll make some hot chocolate. Make yourself comfortable, (Y/N).” He took off his coat and shook it out before pulling off his shoes. You kept the coat on, still warming up.

Clark went into the kitchen and you trailed behind him. “Were you as helpless as me when you first moved here?” you asked suddenly as you took a seat at the counter. Clark blinked, turning to look at you while he turned on the stove.

“Yes. I had no idea what I was doing and I had a few tricky situations myself.” He smiled. “I’m glad I can help you not to make the same mistakes I did.”

You hummed. He turned back to start warming up the milk. “Of course it was easier for you. Being Superman and all.” Clark flinched, looking at you with wide eyes. You laughed at the sight. “I know. I know. We’re not supposed to talk about it. It’s the thing we know, but never speak of.”

Clark sighed. “I don’t think that made it easier for me.” He cleared his throat, turning back to the stove. “It was hard to hide my powers. To have some much noise around me all the time. Not to mention when I decided to become Superman.”

You watched him, noting the tension in his shoulders. Part of you wanted to go hug him, but you resisted. You didn’t know how he would react. “I remember the first time we knew for sure that you were something special. It was during winter break one year. You, Pete, and Tommy Johnson were trying to go ice fishing at the lake. I followed you because you wouldn’t let me come and I was being stubborn.”

“You fell through the ice because you walked on the thin part.” Clark hummed, getting out the chocolate mix.

“No one would have noticed, but you heard me scream.” You crossed your arms. The chill from the freezing water felt like a permanent scar every time you thought back on that day. “I went under the ice and I couldn’t find a way to get out.”

“I dived in after you.” Clark mixed in the chocolate slowly. You wondered if he was remembering how cold the water was too, even though he didn’t get cold. “I had to break through the ice once I found you. Pete and Tommy ran over to help. I let them pull us out. Tommy couldn’t believe I broke through the ice, but Pete told him it was thin there too.”

“None of us said anything about it, but you did save my life that day.” You took a deep breath, slipping off your chair. Taking off his coat, you were finally warm enough. “We always knew, but never really talked about it. I remember I tried to ask Pete to ask you to lift this big rock for me and he slapped my face.”

“He slapped you?” Clark spun to you, staring at your cheek like Pete just slapped you right this second. You chuckled and touched your cheek. It had stun a lot. You cried at the time.

“Pete was protecting you. Like I said it’s the thing we all knew, but never talked about.” Your face burned at the concern on his face. “I’m fine, Clark.”

Clark bit his lip, turning away to grab two mugs out of the cabinet. You snorted when you saw he had a superman mug. “Ma gave this to me. She thought it was funny.” He handed you a filled mug and turned off the stove.

“It is if you know.” You took a sip, licking your lips. “This is good.”

“Thanks, I learned from the best.” Clark took a sip of his own hot chocolate. “I was going to watch a documentary for work if you want join me? Otherwise, we can just watch regular TV, I’m not picky.”

You headed into the living room and made yourself comfortable on his couch. “The documentary is fine. I like learning.”

“I bet Mrs. G just rolled over in her grave at that.” Clark laughed. “I remember how you made her so mad that her face turned completely red like she was going to burst into flames.”

“Good times.” You laughed, relaxing as Clark sat down beside you. Shyly, he grabbed a blanket and covered you and himself with it. You hesitated before cuddling into his side.

Clark paused. You saw a mixed expression of emotions cross his face. “You comfortable?”

“Yep.” You took another sip from your mug. Clark relaxed and turned on the documentary. The two of you snuggled while the snowstorm raged outside.

***

The next morning, Clark was startled to hear eggs frying in the kitchen. He slowly got out of bed and was about to leave his bedroom until he remembered you. Quickly, he pulled on an old Smallville High t-shirt. No reason to scare you with his bare chest.

You were in the kitchen. Clark stopped in the doorway, his breath taken away. He had forgotten he had given you a shirt of his to wear. You turned when you heard his gasp. “Good morning.” You waved innocently before turning back to the stove. “I hope you don’t mind that I made us breakfast. I figured it was the least I could do since you let me stay here last night.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to send you out into the storm.” Clark sat down at the table. His body threatened to burst into flames. Why did you look so good in his shirt?

“You could have flown me home.” Clark watched you as you made a plate for him. He almost groaned at how domestic it was. Part of him wished you could be here every morning. However, the other part of him knew you were Pete Ross’ sibling. Off limits.

Clark cleared his throat. You set the plate in front of him. “Thank you.” He dug into the food to distract himself from the racing thoughts.

You laughed and made a plate for yourself. Clark tensed when you sat down right next to him. “So it’s still snowing outside,” you said, picking at your food.

“It is.” Clark glanced out the window at the winter wonderland outside. “I’ll have to insist you stay here.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t have to insist.” You met his eye, winking at him. “But what are we going to do all day long?”

Clark took a big bite of eggs. His heart fluttered at your wink. “I do have to write an article, but after we could...I don’t know...maybe break out that game we used to play?”

“You still have that? And you have it here?” You gasped, clapping your hands.

“Ma sent it to me a year ago. Said I might need it.” Clark chuckled. He avoid mentioning that Ma only sent it after she found you out were moving to Metropolis. Come to think of it, Clark wondered if Ma knew something he didn’t. Then again, she always did.

You went into a story about when you all first played the game. Clark listened, remembering it himself. You, Pete, and Clark played the game for the first time in the basement of his house while there was a tornado warning. A warm fuzzy feeling came to his chest. Clark decided then and there that he would call Pete once you went home and ask him for permission to ask you out.

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ranger-jedi-knight · 5 years ago

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I Thought You Wouldn’t Hurt Me, But You Did

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22839535

So, I saw this prompt on Tumblr, n I just had to do it. Sorry bout delaying the next chap. But I hope you enjoy it!

“Alright, class!” Ms. Bustier started and clapped her hands. The class stopped talking to look at Ms. Bustier. “Two people will be joining us today. First is an exchange student from America. He’ll be joining us for the rest of the school year.” She waved at the door and a black haired teen entered the room. The girls all stared into his emerald eyes even though he was glaring. His face softened though when his eyes landed on Mari.

Mari smiled and waved at him. Chloe and Nathaniel smiled when the saw that from the desk next to Mari’s. “Please introduce yourself to the class.”

“Damian Wayne,” Damian said with a nod then walked up the stairs to Mari’s desk and sat down next to her. She took his hand in hers with a smile, Damian returned it with a soft smirk, placing their hands on the desk.

“Ok, next, I’m being joined by a TA. Please be kind to her,” Ms. Bustier said after a shocked pause with a smile. Next, a woman with red-dyed hair, the same red as Kim’s sweatshirt, pulled into a side braid came in with a smile. She looked to be in her early 20s. “Care to introduce yourself?”

“My name is Lana Grayson. But you are to call me Ms. Grayson,” Lana replied smiling still. “Any questions?”

“Are you dating anyone?” Kim asked and Lana looked surprised at that.

“I was not expecting that, but yes. I have a boyfriend. Any academic-related questions?” she asked and Alya shot up with her hand raised.

“Are you the same Ms. Grayson that’s being mentored by Lois Lane and Clark Kent?” she asked and Lana nodded.

“Yes, indeed I am. Now, I’m sure Ms. Bustier has a lesson to teach,” Lana answered which had Ms. Bustier nodding.

“Thank you. Here are their tests from yesterday, the answer sheet is in the teacher lounge.” Ms. Bustier handed a stack of papers to Lana who nodded and walked out of the room to get started.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~~~~~~

A Week Later

“I just don’t understand. I try being so nice to Marinette, but she just keeps being so mean. She pushed me in the hall when we were heading back to class,” Lila said tearing up. The class surrounded the crying girl and offered words of comfort to her.

“Marinette is just a bully. You don’t have to worry yourself over her. We’ll make sure she gets what she deserves,” Alya said and most of the class nodded agreement.

Lana paused outside the classroom’s door holding papers when she heard that. She quickly headed down to Ms. Mendeleiev’s classroom. She had to tell someone about what was going on in the classroom that wasn’t Principle Damocles.

Nathaniel looked at Chloe and Sabrina worried who nodded agreement. They pulled Rose, Juleka, and Ivan aside when the class left the room. Meanwhile, Lila and Adrien left for a photoshoot Gabriel had planned.

“You don’t believe her do you?” Nathaniel asked the three. “You know Marinette. She hates bullies, and she’s helped us all so much. Why would she do something like that?” Nathaniel looked between them and they each had a thoughtful look.

“She does so much to help us. She did help me with my photo curse,” Juleka said softly which had Ivan and Rose nodding.

“She helped me get together with Mylene,” Ivan added.

“Exactly! She wouldn’t hurt people. It’s not her at all!” Nathaniel said and the three nodded with him.

“It shouldn’t have even been in question. It’s just ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,” Chloe replied shaking her head.

“Ya, definitely!” Sabrina agreed, nodding. That had the three looking rightfully ashamed of themselves. Rose opened her mouth a few times, trying to find the right thing to say when they heard a scream.

A very Marinette sounding scream.

Followed by their classmates laughing.

Dread filled them as they ran out of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(⊃д⊂)~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mari smiled as she waved goodbye to Damian as he left the school quickly at Jason’s request. Lana was downstairs talking to Ms. Mendeleiev in her classroom. “Marinette!” Alya shouted and Mari looked back to see Alya heading toward her with some of her classmates following. The only one who didn’t look mad or betrayed was Nino. Nino looked confused.

“What do you want, Alya?” Mari asked looking at everyone warily, crossing her arms.

“How could you push Lila earlier!” Alya shouted and Mari glared at her ex-friend.

“I didn’t push Lila. I haven’t been alone with Lila at all. In fact, I’ve been avoiding her,” Mari explained and Alya scoffed.

“Ya right. How can we believe that?” Alya demanded as the others nodded agreement.

“How can you believe Lila? Huh!? Did she give you proof? No, she didn’t. Yet you demand proof from me!” Mari yelled out angrily. That had some of the students looking less angry, but Alya looked furious.

“Lila wouldn’t lie to us. It’s time you get what you deserve!” Alya shouted talking a step toward Mari. Everyone was glaring and smiling as Alya went toward Mari. Nino started looking worried, right alongside Mari. Mari took a step back, catching herself before she fell down the stairs.

“Alya, what are you doing!?” Nino demanded.

“You wouldn’t,” Mari desperately spoke and Alya just smirked.

“Just giving karma to a bully,” Alya replied stopping in front of Mari. “We will never be your friend again, Marinette.”

“Wait-!” Mari tried but Alya didn’t listen or wait. She shoved Mari hard down the staircase. As Mari screamed going down the staircase, the class laughed while Nino didn’t make a sound. He could only watch terrified as Mari fell down the metal and cement staircase. Alya pulled him up to the library as everyone continued laughing, Alya repeating how she deserved it.

Lana and Ms. Mendeleiev were talking about Ms. Bustier’s class when they heard screaming. “Oh no,” Lana whispered as the two shared a look before running out of the classroom. “Marinette!” Lana gasped out running to her prone figure at the base of the staircase. Nathaniel, Chloe, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, and Ivan all made different sounds of shock and horror when they saw Mari too.

Mari was more or less on her side. Her torso was turned down to the ground while her left leg somewhat rested on her right. Her head rested on her right arm while her left arm was bent toward her right arm. As they kneeled down next to her, the noticed a few things.

The first? Blood.

Blood was leaving from a couple of scratches on her arms but came mainly from her head and neck.

Second? Her wrist.

Her left wrist was dislocated, possibly even fractured. But they couldn’t be sure until a doctor saw it.

The third? She wasn’t responding.

Ms. Mendeleiev and Lana carefully touched Mari, trying to see what all was wrong, but Mari never reacted. Not even when they touched her dislocated wrist which would have hurt moving even a little. She was barely breathing. “Call an ambulance!” Lana ordered and that sprung the group into action.

Chloe pulled out her phone and called for a hospital while Sabrina called her dad to get police for what happened. After that, Chloe, Sabrina, and Nathaniel all waited at the school’s entrance while the other three waited with Ms. Mendeleiev and Lana. Other students had arrived by then and were looking scared and worried.

Medics finally arrived and ran over to them and kneeled down when they moved out of the way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(⊃д⊂)~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lana sat beside Mari’s bedside with Jason standing behind her. Damian was on Mari’s other side, holding her hand. Different monitors beeped at her side. Sabine and Tom where outside Mari’s hospital room talking to police with Nino and the others. Nino couldn’t believe what the others did to Mari. Fu sat across from Mari, staring sadly as they waited for the doctor. Her wrist was splinted and bandages were wrapped around her.

A soft groan had the three looking at Mari intently. Mari’s hand twitched in Damian’s grip. “Angel?” Damian whispered quietly. Mari groaned as her eyes blinked open slowly. She looked between them, eyes unfocused as she slowly processed everything. After processing, her eyes turned panicked and her breathing hitched. The heart monitor started beeping quickly. “Angel, you’re ok. You’re safe now,” Damian said but Mari didn’t seem to hear. Her splinted hand rested on top of Lana’s.

“I-I can’t-” she started and by then her parents, classmates, and the doctor came into the room having heard talking. The doctor looked nervous and sorry to what could have caused her heart rate to go up. “I can’t feel my legs,” she finally got out and no one dared to breathe or make any sound.

The doctor went to her and started doing a few tests before looking between Mari and her parents. “You had spinal cord damage from falling down those stairs Marinette. We couldn’t know how it would affect you until you woke up. We can now see that it has caused you to become paralyzed. The chances of recovering naturally are very slim. Procedures are being made that could let you walk again. But those are slim chances as well. I’m sorry, but you may never walk again,” he said patting the bed rail before leaving the room.

Tears were falling from Mari’s eyes while everyone around her looked heartbroken. “What-what’s going to happen?” Mari gasped out.

“I don’t know, sweetie,” Sabine said sadly, tears falling as she looked at her daughter. “I-I need to be alone,” she said and left the room. Tom looked sadly between his wife and daughter.

“I’ll be back sweetheart. She needs me,” Tom said and Mari nodded, knowing her mom needed her dad right then.

“We should talk to the police about this development,” Rose said quietly and Juleka nodded. Rose, Juleka, Sabrina, and Nino left the room leaving Chloe, Ivan, and Nathaniel in the room.

“I’m so sorry, Marinette,” Fu said and Mari nodded agreement. No one said anything after as they didn’t know what to say. But then they heard screaming coming from outside. Damian went to the window and his eyes widened.

“Akuma. It’s your mother, Angel,” he said and the group gasped. Mari looked at Fu pained and he nodded.

“Chat Noir has been retired. His behavior was unacceptable. Who do you trust to use the miraculous?” Fu asked and the three looked surprised while Lana, Jason, and Damian nodded understanding. Tikki flew from Mari’s hair and landed on the bed.

“Whoever you give it to must balance each other out, Marinette. Creation and Destruction must always be balanced,” Tikki said and Mari nodded understanding as she took off her earrings and held them in hand.

“No,” Chloe whispered softly and Mari gave them a rueful smile.

“This was why I called Lila a liar. She was never best friends with Ladybug,” Mari explained and the three nodded at that slowly. She then turned to Jason and Lana and held the earrings out to Lana. “You two balance each other out well. I think you’d work well as the new Ladybug and Char Noir,” she said and Lana nodded slowly taking the earrings from Mari’s hands.

“I’ll do you proud Mari,” Lana said putting the earrings in as Fu handed Jason the ring. The ring slimmed down a bit as Jason slid the ring onto his middle finger.

“We won’t let you down,” Jason added with a nod, Plagg floated next to him nodding as well.

“You’ll need help,” Fu said and looked over at the three. “Do you three accept the burden of wielding a miraculous and fighting for the greater good?” he asked and they nodded agreement.”Ivan, I present to you, the turtle, Miraculous of Protection.” Fu slipped off the bracelet and handed it to Ivan who slipped it on. Wayzz went over to Ivan and rested on his shoulder. “Nathaniel, I present to you, the fox, Miraculous of Illusions.” he pulled out the Fox miraculous from the Miracle Box and handed it to Nathaniel. The necklace turned into a chocker for Nathaniel, much like his boyfriend’s, the pendant shrunk down and turned solid gray. Trixx laid on his head after smiling at Nathaniel. “Chloe, I present to you the bee, Miraculous of Subjection.” he pulled the miraculous out and Chloe took it happily and placed it in her hair. She greeted Pollen with a hug.

“Chloe, you will need to change your outfit and name to use the Bee Miraculous,” Mari said and Chloe nodded understanding.

“Tikki, spots on!”

“Plagg, claws out!”

“Pollen, buzz on!”

“Trixx, let’s pounce!”

“Wayzz, shell on!”

Light flashed through the room as everyone transformed and looked at themselves. Lana had a black undersuit with short muted red gloves, a muted red jacket, muted red boots along with a slitted wrap-around her waist with black spots, and a mask that was like Mari’s. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail with two red ribbons coming from it and the yo-yo sat on her hips.

Jason’s outfit looked like his Red Hood outfit being all black. His black mask made his eyes green and cat-like and along his jacket, green lines appeared. Gloves covered his hands had claws at his fingertips. Cat ears were on top of his head and sash wrapped around his waist and trailed down like a tail. The staff sat in the small of his back.

Chloe had a black undersuit with a yellow jacket over it. The upper arms had black v’s. Black gloves with yellow fingers covered her hands. Knee-high yellow boots with small black heels covered her feet. A black and yellow mask similar to her first one covered her eyes. Black swilled her hair to mimic a bee’s stinger with two black ribbons coming off it.

Ivan had on black pants that were loose, bunching up at the knees where deep green lace-up boots started with black soles. An armored shirt with a light green turtle stomach pattern with deep green sleeves. Black gloves covered his hands and a light green mask covered his eyes while the turtle shell shield rested on his back.

Nathaniel had on a deep orange undersuit with a two-toned vest, the front white while the back was a deep orange. He had loose deep orange pants on that were covered by knee-high black boots. His hands were covered by black gloves too. Covering his face was a black and orange mask and ears were on his head. The tips of his hair were white and around his waist was a sash that looked like a foxtail. Finally, the flute rested on his back waiting to be used.

“What are your names?” Mari asked and the group smiled.

“Ladybird.”

“Jinx.”

“Bumble.”

“Tortue.”

“Renard Rouge.” Mari nodded at the group and they nodded back.

“Let’s go,” Ladybird said walking over to the window and opened it. She grabbed her yo-yo and threw it out the window. With a small salute to Mari, she swung off, quickly followed by Jinx and Bumble. Renard and Tortue jumped out of the window and rushed after the three as they made their way to the Akuma.

The group stopped on a roof near the school, where the Akuma was heading. Lady Justice, as she was calling herself, was glaring at the school. People were scrambling to get away as she raised her scale, sword tip pointing at the ground. After the scale tipped to one side she raised her sword to hit something was when Ladybird moved. She threw her yo-yo down and it wrapped around Lady Justice’s hand, and pulled up, preventing her from continuing her movement.

People stopped running and looked up to see them on the roof. As they watched, the five heroes jumped down in front of Lady Justice. “Who are you!?” Lady Justice demanded as students from the school ran out. Alya as always had her phone out, recording, but she looked angry when she saw someone wearing the Fox miraculous.

“I’m Ladybird and this is Jinx, the new Ladybug and Chat Noir,” she said and people muttered to the sides in their hiding spots.

“And I’m Bumble.”

“Tortue.”

“And Renard Rouge.” the five heroes glared at Lady Justice as Hawkmoth started talking to Lady Justice.

“No matter, let me take care of the scum that hurt my daughter and give me your miraculous,” she demanded and Ladybird shook her head.

“No can do. They may be guilty, but that doesn’t mean you can hurt them. The police will deal with them,” Ladybird said with a smirk. Lady Justice swung her sword and the five heroes were thrown backward. They either hit the walls of the school or hit the staircase with groans.

“Ladybird, what happened to the original Ladybug? Why did you replace Rena Rouge?” she demanded and Ladybird gave her a short glare before turning back to Lady Justice.

“Keep her busy!” Ladybird shouted as she swung up to the roofs. Jinx turned Lady Justice’s focus back to him when she turned to follow Ladybird. Ladybird looked at Lady Justice intently, trying to see what could be the akumatized object. Sabine hadn’t been holding anything that she was aware of besides tissues.

There!

Holding Sabine’s hair up intricately was a purple ribbon. That was a ribbon from Mari’s hair. With a whistle, the group joined her on the roof quickly and Lady Justice went back to judging people, slowly inching toward the students that ran back inside. Alya’s head and phone could be seen sticking out the door recording still.

“Figured out what the Akumatized object is?” Jinx asked and Ladybird nodded.

“Yes, it’s the ribbon holding Lady Justice’s hair up. It won’t be easy getting it though,” she said and the group nodded agreement.

“How do you suggest getting it?” Renard asked.

“Ok, Bumble, you’ll wait up here. The rest of us are going to distract Lady Justice. Once she’s distracted, you’ll use Venom on her. If we’re lucky, we won’t need to use anyone else’s special powers,” Ladybird said and the group nodded understanding.

“Sounds like a plan,” Jinx said and with one last nod, the four jump back down while Bumble summoned Venom and waited. While Jinx dueled Lady Justice with his staff, Bumble jumped down behind Lady Justice and hit her with Venom.

Lady Justice froze with a shout, positioned to strike Jinx. Ladybird walked up to Lady Justice and pulled the ribbon out and tore it apart. “No more evil for you, little butterfly,” Ladybird said as the butterfly started flying away. “Time to purify!” with a quick swing, the butterfly was caught in her yo-yo. “Goodbye, little butterfly,” she said tapping the middle of her yo-yo letting the now purified butterfly fly away. “Miraculous Ladybug!” Ladybird shouted out as she threw her yo-yo up into the air and millions of ladybugs flew out repairing everything.

The group turned to Lady Justice as she groaned and watched as she turned back to Sabine. Ladybird kneeled down next to Sabine who looked at her confused. “What happened?” she asked and Ladybird gave her a small smile.

“You were akumatized, miss. But don’t worry,” Ladybird said and Sabine looked at her hands as Ladybird placed the ribbon in them. “I heard what happened to your daughter, I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you, but I should be the one who’s sorry,” Sabine said and Ladybird placed a hand on Sabine’s shoulder.

“Don’t. Your daughter was attacked and put in the hospital. You have every right to be upset, to want justice. Hawkmoth used your rage against you,” Ladybird said and Sabine nodded at that.

“Hawkmoth seemed pretty nervous when he akumatized me,” Sabine said and Ladybird smirked at that.

“Well, there’s nothing scarier than a mother’s rage,” Ladybird said. By then, they heard cars arrive and footsteps and looked up. News vans were arriving and her team was keeping them back. Alya kept trying to push past them and kept glaring at Renard Rouge. “Bumble, take her back to her family,” Ladybird said and Bumble nodded, walking over to them. Sabine smiled as Bumble helped her up and started walking them back to the hospital. Ladybird watched them go for a little before turning to the crowd. “One at a time please,” she said walking over to them as the others fell back to stand next to her.

“What happened to Ladybug and Chat Noir?” Nadja asked calmly and Ladybird nodded to her as everyone quieted down to hear the answer.

“Chat Noir was forcibly retired, his behavior was unacceptable. Ladybug had to step down. She was...incapacitated sadly. So she gave us the miraculous in her stead,” Ladybird explained.

“What are we to call you?” another asked.

“Call me Ladybird, the new cat goes by Jinx. The others are Tortue, Renard Rouge, and Bumble,” she introduced, pointing to each in turn except for Bumble since they watched her leave with Sabine.

“What happened to Rena Rouge and Carapace!?” Alya demanded and Ladybird narrowed her eyes at her.

“Retired. They didn’t show the capacity to be heroes in their civilian lives so they couldn’t be trusted anymore.”

“Ya turns out they didn’t treat being a hero seriously,” Jinx added wrapping an arm around Ladybird’s shoulders.

“You know who Ladybug is?” Alya asked next, though they could hear the bitterness in her voice.

“That is none of your concern, just know this, she was the best Ladybug there could be and she trusted us to protect Paris,” Ladybird answered looking at everyone. “Only one more question, then we need to leave,” Ladybird said and the reporters shared a look with each other.

“Are you two together?”

“Will we ever see Ladybug again?” Alya and Nadja spoke at once and Ladybird glared at the tabloid writer.

“My relationship with Jinx is none of your concern. Frankly, the way you obsess over relationships is sickening. Ladybug was right in not wanting to work with you again,” Ladybird said and Alya gasped at that while the reporters around her looked smug.

“But, just so no one tries hitting on either of us, we are in fact together,” Jinx said pressing a kiss to the side of Ladybird’s head who was smiling as she shook her head fondly. “Been dating for a while now.”

“As for your question, Nadja,” Ladybird said looking at the woman, “It is highly unlikely that Ladybug will be back, ever. So-”

“What do you mean we won’t ever see her again!?” Alya demanded and Ladybird sighed.

“It means we are the permanent Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous holders. It’s quite simple. Now, we need to head out,” Ladybird said tersely and turned away from the reporters while pulling her yo-yo off. Grabbing Renard Rouge, she swung off, quickly followed by Jinx holding Tortue.

They slip into Mari’s room after finding it empty besides Fu and Chloe and destransformed. Lana sat down on a chair next to Mari’s bed and the others find chairs to fall into themselves. Chloe is shaking her head at them from her spot next to Mari while Damian smirks. “Are dealing with press always that annoying?” Lana asked as Jason went behind her, rubbing his hands over her shoulders. “I hope I did ok.”

“You did fine, Lana. Usually, Nadja and the others are tame. But since everyone was new, they were curious. They’ll mellow out after a bit. Alya though…” Mari trailed off there with a grimace.

“She was...a handful,” Lana said and Jason snorted at that. “Hush you.”

“Handful is an understatement and you know it, babe,” Jason said leaning down to give her a short hug.

“You don’t have to be nice about it, Lana. Alya doesn’t get when to stop. And I’m partially to blame for that,” Mari said and Lana shook her head leaning forward.

“Stop that. She was your friend and you wanted to help her. You did nothing wrong with ‘getting her’ interviews with Ladybug. It’s her fault for not learning how to be a proper and real reporter. She talks a lot about wanting to be one but doesn’t do anything to do it,” Lana said with the others nodding their agreement.

“You causing Cesaire to be overbearing is an utterly ridiculous thought!” Chloe added and Mari gave them a small smile.

“But you did do well, Lana. We probably should have come up with a reason for why I’m retired, but we can do that now. The next time you get asked about it, you’ll be ready.”

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A few weeks go by slowly for Mari. The doctor didn’t want her leaving the hospital so her parents agreed to keep her there. Lana and Jason kept her company most of the time. Though that was only when Lana managed to get Ms. Bustier to allow her to do some work from home. Damian and her few friends visited whenever they could after class. Her parents had kept the bakery closed the first few days before returning to it. But they visited right after closing the bakery.

Since she wasn’t going anywhere, Fu taught her more about the Miraculous and trained her to be the next Guardian. Depending on who else was there, he’d also teach them. But not as extensively. At the end of the third week, after hearing many tales about what the class was gossiping about, she was let out.

During the time she was in the hospital, Chloe had her father pay for taking care of making their home more wheelchair accessible. Meaning their home moved from the top two floors to the bottom two. Mari’s new bedroom along with the family room, kitchen, and bathroom was on the bottom floor, all modified to be easily traversed by wheelchair. Her parent’s bedroom and bathroom was on the floor above, but they could easily talk to each other when her parent’s bedroom door was open.

They kept most of her room the same, even the same color of pink, she had a window planter where all her plants were. Along the window were her fairy lights along with curtains. Her bed was on the ground next to a window. The rest of her stuff was set up similarly to how it was in her old room. Next to her bed though was a custom pink and gray wheelchair. On different pieces of metal, her friends, Uncle Jagged, Aunt Penny, Clara, and family had signed their names. The wheels had spokes covered in beads making the cherry blossom pattern she uses on her items. The center circle that’s connected to all the spokes had her stylized M on it.

Mari stayed out of school for another week. Her parents and doctor recommended it to get used to moving around in a wheelchair. Once the week was over, she along with her parents and Lana went to the school to talk to Principle Damocles. They were glad that the school had an elevator system to get up to the upper levels. Soon, they were in Principal Damocles’s office talking to him.

Damocles did not like hearing what happened to Mari. “Of course you can transfer out of that class, Marinette. Are there any other students that are being targeted?”

“Well, Chloe, Sabrina, and Nathaniel are being ostracized by the others as well,” Mari said and Damocles nodded at that.

“You may want to consider moving Damian to the same class as Marinette, Principal Damocles. I’ve had to prevent him from attacking any of the students that were involved in this,” Lana added and he nodded once more. He had gotten some reports that Damian was snappier and more willing to start a fight.

“Yes, that would most likely be smart. What class would you prefer to transfer into, Marinette?” Mari shared a look with Lana who nodded.

“Well, Lana talked to the teachers I’d like to transfer into and Ms. Mendeleiev said we could go into her class with ease,” Mari said and Damocles nodded at that as he typed into his computer.

“Ah yes. One student transferred to a Medical focused school and two others have moved out of the country. Only two students would need to move and apparently the two are willing to go to you’re old classroom,” Damocles said and Mari smiled at that. “Ms. Grayson, will you please go tell those students about the change?”

“Of course, sir,” Lana said leaving the room as they finished up. She soon reached Ms. Bustier’s classroom and saw that students were already there. Chloe was talking down an angry Damian while Sabrina and Nathaniel were looking between them and the other students. Everyone looked over at her when she entered but returned to talking as she walked toward the back. “Guys?” she asked quietly and they turned to listen to her. “Principal Damocles has accepted your requests to transfer classes. You’ll be in Ms. Mendeleiev’s class now,” she said and the four relaxed at that. Three looked happy while Damian stopped scowling. “Get your things, the two transferring into this class still need to be told,” she said and the four quickly gathered their things.

To say Ms. Bustier’s class was surprised would be an understatement. They were feeling a lot of things when Ms. Bustier told them that Mari and the others transferred classes and two students transferred into their class. The two were glaring at everyone as they walked to the back and sat down. “First overreacting and going to the hospital. Now transferring? Marinette’s such a coward,” Alya hissed which had the classmates that heard nodding. Except for most of Kitty Section who glared at them. They were the only ones the two transfers would talk to. Once lunch rolled around, the class wanted to give Mari a piece of their mind about what she’s doing. Especially since the whole thing had Lila so down she wouldn’t talk about her amazing weekends.

But that wasn’t the whole reason. Yes, Lila was down about what happened. But it was because of who and how it happened. Yes, Lila was cruel. She threatened and manipulated people. But she didn’t harm them. Hurting people and destroying their personal property was going too far. She wasn’t a monster. Learning that the class, minus Adrien, Chloe, Sabrina, Nathaniel, and most of Kitty Section, had done that to Mari, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue. How could she when she just learned that the class would do that to their ex-friend?

Was it worth it to keep leading the class of sheep around if they would take action on whatever she said? To keep listening to them saying how she’ll get them whatever they needed? To actually always be busy doing the things they asked just to make sure her ruse kept up? To keep listening to them talking horribly about people that used to be their friend? She didn’t think it was. She couldn’t believe it when she heard Adrien reprimand Mari a month ago about outing her. She saw through him immediately.

He didn’t want to make sure she didn’t get Akumatized.

He wanted to stay in school.

He didn’t want to risk irking his father.

He thought she’d actually tell his father what was happening.

And it disgusted her.

At least she was upfront about what she did.

So when lunch finally came around, she was the first one out of the classroom. She wanted to find Mari to apologize. She didn’t think this would happen. It never had before. But when she ran down the stairs into the courtyard, she froze.

A gasp leaving her as her blood froze in her veins.

Blood leaving her face.

Mari glanced over at Lila.

Lila could hear the other students stopping behind her as they saw it too. They put Mari in a wheelchair.

“Marinette,” Lila began walking forward and Mari narrowed her eyes at her. “I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I never thought they’d do this,” she said and Mari looked at her shocked. She could tell Lila meant it. Tears were going down Lila’s face and she refused to open her eyes. The few times she saw Lila’s eyes, she saw remorse.

Whenever Lila lied while crying?

She always had her eyes open, only blinking a couple of times to keep the tears going.

But now?

She didn’t want to look at Mari and tried stopping the tears.

“I forgive you, Lila. I know you didn’t mean it,” Mari whispered and Lila looked shocked at that, as well as her friends. While Lana was shocked, she was happy to see the interaction of Mari not holding it over Lila.

“Mari-” Adrien started but Mari looked up at the class from her chair, a fire in her eyes.

“Don’t call me that. Only my friends call me that. And you are not my friend, Agreste,” Mari said and Adrien froze. Damian, who was sitting next to her staying quiet knowing she needed to do this, reached over and took her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze which she returned.

“What happened?” Alya asked and even Lila looked at her shocked. Ivan, Rose, and Juleka all paused in their walking up to Mari to look at her. They soon reached Mari and tuned to glare at Alya and the others. Mari squeezed Damian’s hand tightly at those words.

“What happened? What happened!? You shoved me down the stairs Alya. Everyone else was laughing. Only Nino could see how horrible and wrong that was. You shoved me down metal and cement stairs,” Mari shouted, tears forming in her eyes and falling as she continued to yell. “My doctor says I may never walk again! And it’s all because of you! So don’t you dare play dumb and ask what happened!”

Nino stepped forward toward Mari as she yelled and fell to his knees as he pulled off his cap. Everyone else in the class stepped back in shock at seeing Mari so angry. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. I should have stopped them. Should have been quicker. Should have done so much more than just stand aside shocked,” Nino started looking up at Mari, ringing his cap in his hands as his eyes got misty. “I’m so sorry for being such a terrible friend to you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness nor your friendship.”

Mari let Damian’s hand go after a beat then rolled closer to Nino and leaned over. She took his hands into hers and smiled softly at him. “I think I should be the one to decide that don’t you think?” she said softly and Nino gave a small nod, a weak smile touching his lips. “You can still earn it back, you didn’t participate in what they were doing,” she said and Nino’s smile strengthened a bit as he wiped his eyes and put his cap back on. She continued to give him a small smile as she rolled back to the others. Damian immediately grasped her hand in his while his other rested on her shoulder.

“I’ll do everything I can to earn it.”

Mari looked over to the others with a glare while Lila stood to the side. She was glaring at them too. The rest of the school was watching them warily. “Lana?” Mari asked and Lana stepped forward with a smirk.

“Yes, Mari?”

“You have the papers?”

“I do,” Lana replied moving her hand from behind her back to show several orange envelopes.

“You know what to do.” Lana continued smirking as she walked over to the other class handing each of them an envelope before stopping in front of Alya, her smirk turned sharp, shark-like.

“You all have been served,” she said and they gasped or shouted out in shock. Nino and Lila nodded agreement to what Mari had done. Nino knew it was coming since talking to the police. Lila wasn’t surprised. They deserved being sued.

“Y-you can’t do that!” Alya stuttered out and Lana and Damian ‘tsked’ at them.

“You truly don’t know anything, huh?” Lana asked rhetorically at Alya. Alya opened her mouth but stopped when Lana raised a hand in Alya’s face and glared at her. “It’s within Mari and her family’s right to sue all of you for harassment. Especially you, Cesaire. You hospitalized Mari when you pushed her down those stairs. You’re lucky she didn’t die. Otherwise, your penalty would be much worse than it already is,” Lana explained and Alya paled at hearing that.

“You’ll find that you’re also being sued by the Wayne family for slander and using our name to gain things,” Damian added glaring at Alya. After Lila mentioned one time that Damian had accidentally hit her when they were younger while arguing, Alya had soaked it up and changed it to make it worse. Lila was horrified when she saw that and had messaged Wayne lawyers about it. She was glad they didn’t sue her. She did get a warning and managed to get away with paying a fine, which was fair.

Right then, all their parents came in. they looked furious. Lana and the others were looking around the sky as each parent went up to their child and dragged them out of school yelling. Lila’s mom came too and looked sorry and disappointed. “Lila,” she started and Lila stopped her mom.

“I know. But I never meant it, mom! I swear. I had no idea this would happen,” Lila said and her mother looked over at Mari and her friends.

“She didn’t, ma’am,” Mari said and Lila’s mom nodded at that.

“Surely we can do something to make up for this entire mess?” she asked and Lila nodded agreement to that.

“I’ll need some time to think about that,” Mari replied and Lila’s mom nodded understanding.

“Of course. I’m so sorry,” she said before leaving the school’s courtyard. Adrien could only stare after what had happened. Damian had his arm around Mari’s shoulders. Most of the class had been taken home by their parents. Nino and the others that hadn’t done anything were standing next to Mari. Even Lila was standing next to Mari and talking to her! Adrien started walking over to her only to get blocked by their old TA, Lana.

“What do you think you’re doing, Agreste?” she asked looking down at the folder she gave Adrien. It was the thinnest of the bunch.

“I’m going to talk to Mari. This is ridiculous!” Adrien said and Lana glared at him.

“Oh no, you don’t. She’s allowed to sue. And you are one of the people to be sued too. You may not have done the same thing as the others, but you did harass and berate her for doing what’s right. Not to mention, if you had bothered opening up the envelope, you’d have seen a restraining order. You are to under no circumstances talk to Marinette nor be within 10 feet of her while at school while outside of school you must stay 50 feet away from her. Breach it? You get in trouble. Your father was not happy to hear about what happened. So why don’t you go wait outside at the gate for your father’s assistant to arrive,” Lana said with a smirk on her lips and Adrien glared at her before stomping off.

“Today has certainly been interesting,” Mari said as Lana walked back over to which they all nodded agreement.

“I think that’s an understatement,” Juleka replied softly which had some of them agreeing.

“Since that’s out of the way, how bout after school, I take you all out for ice cream. Sound good?” Lana asked smiling and Mari and her friends voiced their agreement to that.

A scream broke the comfortable silence that covered them. Lana sighed and shook her head as she turned toward the school’s entrance. “I shouldn’t even be surprised,” she mumbled. “I’ll be back. I need to make sure Jason’s ok!” she said running toward the entrance.

Ok, so here it is! This took quite a while to wright I’ll admit. But it was worth it. i had fun writing this. i will apologize thou for any mistakes in medical or law stuff. I did my best. If u know what i did wrong, feel free to tell me n i WILL fix it. Anyways, i hope u enjoyed this slightly(?) angsty piece. I just had to write it after seeing that prompt on Tumblr. Until next time!! -Love Willa<3<3<3

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𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒆 ⟨𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑘.⟩

Words: 4.5K

Warnings: Some angst and intense scenes

Song Inspo: You’ll Ask For Me by Tyler Hilton

A/N: Lemme know what you think. I have two specific scenes for this pairing in my head. Not much more after that. This is a “whim” fic. OC is a WOC.

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“Do you really live on a plane?”

Artemis smiled as she tucked the brown carry-on into the overhead bin. If only she had a dime for every time she received that question.

Securing the bin, she placed a hand on her hip and wiggled her brows. “Maybe.

His green eyes widened. “Do you have your own room? I share mine with my brother.”

She feigned surprise. “You do?”

“Uh huh.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Do you have a brother?”

She paused and smiled. “I do. He’s around your age, actually.”

“Really? What’s his name? Does he like Pokemon?”

Artemis chuckled. Kids and their litany of questions, not to mention the constant bouncing back and forth between topics.

“His name is Kalep,” she answered, bending down to tap his nose. “And he loves Pokemon.”

“Awesome,” Bailey smiled, revealing the gap between his two front teeth.

Lana walked over and placed her hand on Artemis shoulder. “Bailey, just when I thought we were gonna be best buds. You switching out on me?”

Bailey grinned. “I like a lot of buddies.”

Lana and Artemis shared an amused look.

“You heard him. Stop being selfish,” Artemis taunted. “Be right back.” She moved down the aisle, answering a few questions here and there.

Artemis then moved onto checking the overhead bins. Rest assured, a couple would be incorrectly shut. As she reached for the third bin that needed to be properly secured, she first glanced down to notice that the passenger was being over, digging in a bag.

As she finished closing it and looked back down, she met striking azure eyes crystallized between black, thick rimmed glasses, and a warm smile.

“Sorry,” he apologized.

She returned his grin. “First time flying?”

“You could say that.” He chuckled. “That obvious?”

“Naw.” She shrugged. “I’m just pretty good at reading people, and you, sir, have the look of someone who’s never been privy to being 30,000 feet in the air. You’re in for a treat.”

“Well, thank you, ma’am—”

“Oh god, please don’t. Artemis, my name is Artemis.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Artemis. I’m Clark. Clark Kent.”

Her grin diminished as a flyer placed his hand on the small of her back, quickly shifting it downward to her ass. He gave a light squeeze before continuing his walk to his seat.

She retained an eye roll and resurfaced her grin, even as Clark’s dimmed.

“Nice meeting you too, Clark.”

“I’m sorry.” She paused, confused. He looked surprised too, only for a second. “The overhead bin,” he quickly added.

“Oh.” She waved her hand. “It’s the least of my problems.”

“I’ll bet,” he murmured.

“Let me know if you need anything—”

“Artemis!” Bailey stood on the seat, leaned over so he was grasping at the passenger in front of him headrest. She looked back at Clark. “Or any of us.”

He nodded. “Will do.”

That was the first time they met.

The second time would be under similar but very different circumstances.

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Artemis was a ready reserve for Lana who was set to fly a special first time joint venture with the air force. Artemis didn’t mind. Lana had a family emergency, and they were friends. That’s what friends are for.

The speaker was a bit of a bitch, but that didn’t bother Artemis. She’d come across so many different types of individuals, some nice, some not so much. It never mattered, though, as long as she got her paycheck.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Even with the kids on board. She didn’t quite understand why in the hell they had minors on board, but not many things made sense to her when it came to Metropolis.

She was chatting with one of said kids who was fascinated by her name. Apparently, it was the same as one of his favorite characters from some book series. She prepared to ask which one when everything went dark.

Artemis looked around. She’d been trained to respond to countless scenarios, but this was different. She quickly excused herself and stood up, moving down the aisle to correspond with the other attendants.

She knew something was wrong. Hell, she could feel it. This was something that just oozed of malfunction. That much was obvious. However, she felt all of the young, frightened eyes on her. Even though she was concerned, she refused to show it. She had to remain calm, not incite panic among the kids.

Artemis helped children get strapped in. At one point during the flight, they were all secured and yapping among themselves. Somewhere between the taxi and takeoff, they maneuvered out of their seats and moved about.

However, that plan went to hell at the same time the power went out again, and this time, it didn’t come back on shortly after. No, conditions quickly deteriorated. One minute she was helping the children secure their seatbelts, and the next, she was holding them against her body as the plane began to violently jerk.

In the event of turbulence, there was training. There was training for everything, but the fact that she just knew that this was beyond turbulence didn’t help. Still, she managed to keep her emotions at bay. Better than the other attendants who failed to hide their concern.

They too realized that something had gone terribly wrong.

And it only continued to worsen. Infrequent jerking transitioned into abnormal shifts in directions. The plane was moving about like a rag doll, simultaneously, forcing Artemis around and against various seats, walls, and armrests. She bit back her groans and moans of pain.

Help now.

Feel later.

Screams, shouts, beeping, and all sorts of chaos occurred around her. Still, she remained calm. In the kids, she saw Kalep. What if he were there? She’d want whoever was in charge to help him remain as calm as possible, no matter how grim the outcome appeared.

But, things only exacerbated.

The plane was angled almost entirely upward, and Artemis felt the absolute brunt of the trajectory as she continued to be tossed about the plane. Her shoulder was dislocated and the red liquid coating her fingertips after feeling on her abdomen told her that her injuries were becoming more severe by the minute, second, even.

Still, she couldn’t shake the terrified expressions of the children whose cries only increased in volume and intensity.

Even the adults were becoming choked up.

It was utter madness and chaos beyond comprehension.

For a second, she contemplated the most dire and maybe realistic outcome.

Is this how she would meet her maker? Thousands of feet up in the air, bloodied and battered, completely helpless to do nothing but make everyone as comfortable as she possibly could given the circumstances.

When was the last time she FaceTime’d her family? Purchased Kalep a game off of the Playstation Store?

Hell, she hadn’t seen the inside of her apartment for almost a month.

And now, she never would.

It was all a culmination of feelings and thoughts. Regrets at what could have been. Sadness at what would never be. Anger at the finality of it all.

Death.

And then a thought, if this truly was the end, did it mean the beginning of something else? A reunion she’d longed for for over a decade?

If only she knew it would happen like this.

Her eyes slammed shut as wetness pooled and spilled. Consciousness was a battle she was gradually losing.

But nothing had ever come easy, nothing that she really wanted, anyway.

She would hold on as long as she possibly could, as long as was possible.

And she’d spend the last of her energy making the children as comfortable as she could, even if it was only a fragment of comfort.

Plastered against the back of the plane, Artemis turned to the window. Everything was whipping by with such abnormal speed, red heat and flames of the fire lashing against the side of the plane.

She didn’t even want to imagine what the outside looked like, given the bedlam transpiring inside.

But what did still her was the quick flash of something that came and disappeared in under a second.

It was far too large to be a bird, much smaller than a plane, but the speed at which it moved…… It was almost beyond human comprehension.

I think hallucinations are a sign of pending death.

A macabre thought, but not entirely inappropriate.

Her eyes fluttered moments before her body dropped, moving in an unnatural manner. At that point, she’d managed to block out the searing pain that traveled through her body. What point was there in trying to address something she couldn’t fix?

It was meritless and a waste of time.

And energy.

The ability to remain coherent enough to guesstimate just how much time they had left waned with each struggle to keep her eyes fully open. Even when they were opened, she kept looking toward the children. As if she could will them to meet her gaze. Maybe then she could try to assure them that they were going to be okay.

She took a deep swallow.

That was such a lie, but she’d rather their last minutes be filled with hope, even if it was an empty box.

They didn’t need to know that.

As her body dropped to the ground, she took a sharp breath and managed to flex her fingers. They seemed to be the only thing she could use.

Voices called her name. She briefly recognized them as belonging to the attendants.

She lifted her head and saw black shoes and sheer stockings covering tan skin moving closer.

She moaned. “I’m f—fine.” Something caught up, and Artemis choked up something. She blinked. Red. Blood. “Kids. H—h—help them.”

The walking ceased. “Art—”

“No,” she growled, fisting her hand against the ground. Seconds later, she was shifted again, thrown forward, her head colliding with something hard. She blinked several times. Her vision was good and hazy. Artemis was almost certain that she was seeing duplicates.

The descent was steady this time, downward, and fast.

Every breath felt struggled against the invisible weight of the trauma that suffocated her body. Her fingers flexed and wiggled. If only she could bring her arm into her body.

The chain around her neck, the tiny cross that hung tucked into her blouse. Not that it would do anything to help her, physically.

But the emotional comfort, the connection is reminded her of, it would dim everything.

So she attempted to pull her arm inward, a burning shooting through that immediately ceased all movement.

So much for that.

That was when the tears continued. One could only remain strong for so long.

And just like that, everything stopped.

The movement, at least.

Everything was so still.

Too still.

Was this it? Was this how it was? A noticeable void of everything that being alive represented.

It was……subpar. Far from what she’d always imagined the afterward would be.

Halfway unconscious, Artemis missed the noticeable gasps and harsh whispers that spread through the plane as the door was easily ripped and tossed aside.

The question of if everyone was alright followed by heavy footsteps and a shadowed darkness that covered her back.

Hands moved to her side, gently turning her on her back. She gasped violently, becoming somewhat aware of her surroundings.

Eyes. Warm yet cool eyes bore into hers. However, her involuntary reaction was to fight. She struggled, mustering as much strength as she could, attempting to push the person away.

Then she heard it, the quiet whisper of her name.

“Artemis.” She stilled and tried to focus her vision. Everything was just so foggy. “It’s alright.” Artemis continued to moan and groan, determined to fight, so he continued to reassure that it was fine.

But, it wasn’t.

She was dead.

……Wasn’t she?

Artemis calmed herself down enough to stop moving. The stranger took that moment to speak again.

“You’re hemorrhaging internally, and If I don’t cauterize this bleed…..” He trailed off. If Artemis was in the right frame of mind, she would have cursed him. That certainly wasn’t the extent of her injuries. She didn’t like being lied to.

Her brows furrowed. How. Who. What.

All unasked questions he somehow detected.

“I can do things that other people can’t.” She shut her eyes and gasped. If breathing was difficult now, it was unbearable now. “Hold my hand.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, placing his over hers. She calmed down, ever so slightly. “This is gonna hurt.”

It wasn’t as though she was any position to speak, and even if she did, the scream that left her mouth seconds later spoke volumes more than any word could.

To her credit, the pain only lasted for a few moments, having lost the battle to consciousness.

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Hospitals sucked.

Of that, Artemis was 10000% sure of, to the point where she was prepared to defend it to the very end.

Every wall, floor, building, everything about it reeked of death. If not for you, for someone you knew.

Rarely anything good came from visiting one, let alone being admitted. Sadly, that was the case for her.

She’d been stuck at Metro General for over a week, and each day brought her that much closer to seeing if she could make a break for it.

Even though, deep down, she knew that was ridiculous.

She’d been significantly injured. Artemis lost count of how many times she was told that she was lucky to be alive.

More than she’d like to count.

Really, the fact that there were no other fatalities was enough for her. Sure, there were injuries, but nothing as severe as hers. From her knowledge, she was the only one still being held hostage.

And even if the hospital itself wasn’t bad enough, the damn people were just as bad.

Maybe not the doctors and nurses, and the staff. She admired them.

No, the damn people who visited her every hour on the hour, she felt like.

Lana had been at her beside from the moment she was rushed into the OR.

Guilt, she figured.

Artemis focused her gaze on the vase of flowers on the side of the bed. They were different from the one’s she received just this morning. However, the change wasn’t what circulated her mind.

No, it was the reason she was still alive.

Him. Her rescuer. She barely remembered what occurred, but she distinctly recalled his eyes, the way he looked at her, her name on his mouth.

Who was he? What was he?

She’d first thought she’d been dreaming. How could another person do what he’d done?

Flew up into the sky and separated a damn shuttle from a plane, stopped the plane from crashing, cauterized her wound, flew her to the hospital, and who knew what else.It was all too unreal, impossible to be reality.

But everyone else had saw him.

And Artemis heard him.

Whoever, whatever, he was, he knew her name.

And he’d saved her.

She was alive because of him.

For that…..she was beyond thankful. Still very much confused, but thankful.

Unfortunately, the world was also confused, and as the only person to have such direct contact with him, she was highly sought out.

Not to mention, everyone was praising her for being so “heroic.” Whatever that meant.

Reaching over the bed, she grabbed the card and flipped it over to see two letters followed by periods. Initials.

C.K.

Artemis frowned. Who?

A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. She prepared to give the same scripted reply to the nurse on duty. She then paused as she was met with the same warm smile she’d first encountered a few weeks ago.

She leaned back against the pillows and paused. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He stood in the doorway. “Is it alright—”

“Oh, yeah,” she waved him in, sitting up as much as she could. Her eyes then fell on the bouquet in his right hand. “Please tell me those aren’t for me.”

He squinted. “What happens if I say yes?”

“Add em’ to the rest,” she sighed and smiled. “Thank you. They’re beautiful. I just don’t know if I’m going to have any room in my apartment if I receive anymore.” He handed them to her. She sniffed and closed her eyes. Lillies. Her favorites.

“Clark, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” She leaned and placed them on the remaining free space oo her side table. They were smaller than some of the others, but she wanted them to be the closest to her.

“I’d ask you how you’re doing but—”

“I’m sick of hearing that question,” she finished for him with a small smile. “How did you—you’re a reporter.” The bag on his shoulder, the almost embarrassed expression when she said it, it was obvious.

She prepared to send him away as she did the rest, but there was something different about him. Something genuine.

Artemis was willing to give him something. Not much.

“Look, all I know is that I owe him my life. Me and everyone else on that plane. I don’t know anything else.”

Clark crossed his arms. “I’m sorry?”

“That’s what you’re here for, right? The mystery hero?”

“Not my story.” He smiled and adjusted his glasses. “I’m actually here for you.”

She stilled. “Oh.” Well, that was unexpected.

“I work for the Daily Planet. We’d like to do a story on you. The mystery hero wasn’t the only one who saved lives. They say a lot of those kids are alive because of you.”

She shrugged. “I just did what anyone else would have done.”

“Not everyone.” He frowned.

Artemis picked at the hospital bedding. “You have any siblings, Clark?” He shook his head. “I do. Two. My brother’s name is Kalep. He’s ten. The sweetest and most annoying kid ever.” She smiled softly, remembering his big brown eyes in the FaceTime camera as Artemis reassured her father that he didn’t need to fly down.

Unnecessary money.

“Did you know that the youngest kid on that flight was eight?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Eight-years old. Hell, you haven’t even started to live when you’re eight. I can’t imagine it all ending so soon. I’ve seen enough of this world. I would have been okay. No matter what happened.” She looked out the window and licked her lips before looking back at him. “I wouldn’t change anything I did. Not a damn thing.”

Clark said nothing, chuckling softly. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I am doing the story on the hero.” A beat. “But she’s not a mystery.”

Artemis caught his gaze. There was something both familiar and comforting about him. She couldn’t place her finger on it, though.

“Okay, they sure do know who to send to get a story.” She shifted again. These beds were so damn uncomfortable. “I do hope they find him, though. He deserves it. I won’t even bitch if they throw him a parade or some shit. It’s well deserved.”

They both laughed as Artemis looked down, nodding slowly. “I just want to thank him, you know.”

“You’re not scared?”

“Of him?” She laughed. “No. Why would I be?”

“I mean, a guy who can fly. You don’t see them everyday.”

“There are a lot of things to be scared of in this world, Clark.” A beat. “He’s not one of them.”

❖❖❖

Artemis had never been so grateful to be home.

It was one thing to be away because of work. It was another to be away because she was physically unable to be home.

Thankfully, she’d been cleared and discharged. That was a few days ago, but each moment was more than appreciated.

She’d dusted, rearranged, hell, even cooked more than she had in all the time she’d been in Metropolis. Even whilst ambling around in a boot on her right leg.

Near death experiences tend to have that effect.

Not one for much television, she’d even started to rewatch One Tree Hill and was halfway through Homecoming. However, too much time in front of the screen triggered headaches, so she decided to switch out programming for a book on her wall of books.

She had so many that she’d purchased, started, yet never finished.

One of her new resolutions was to change that.

She loved to read.

It was one of the many fond memories she had. Being read to as she lay in bed, forcing herself just to stay up because no one told stories in such distinct voices as her.

Artemis settled on The Chaos of Standing Still. She noticed a bookmark toward the beginning and pulled it out. She could barely remember the plot, let alone the little that she’d read.

She scratched at her hair and made a mental note to order the bonnets that were waiting in her Amazon cart.

Ooh, she also needed to pay her cell phone bill. Maybe automatic payments weren’t so bad, because if she garnered one more goddamn late fee—

Artemis turned around and nearly fell flat on her ass. Thankfully, the book took one for the team, stumbling on her carpet. The bookmark laid next to it.

Across her room, close to the backdoor that led to the small balcony, he stood, cape lightly flowing behind him. The lighting was dimmed, but even with the lack of illumination, he stood out in the darkness. Representative of who he was, whoever that was.

“Umm, hi,” she blurted, placing her hand on her forehead. “How did you—” Her eyes shifted to the backdoor. “Never mind. Stupid question.” She got the feeling that whether she welcomed him in or not, it made little to no difference.

“Hi.” She waited for more. Nothing else came.

“Can I—get you something to drink?” She asked. “Do you even drink?” Artemis wanted to slap herself. What the hell was wrong with her? Since when did she get so easily flustered?

Maybe that was another side effect of almost dying.

“I do.” He smiled and stepped forward. She remained where she was. “But, I’m okay. Thank you.”

“Okay,” she murmured. “How—why—what are you doing here?”

“I read the interview you gave.”

“You read?” She blurted.

He shrugged. “In my free time.”

“Thank you.” She cleared her throat. “For—for saving me, and everyone else.”

He lifted his a hand. “Don’t. You never have to thank me for that. No one does.”

She tilted her head. “What are you?” She continued. “I mean, you’re not human. I dated my high school’s quarterback, and we were all impressed by his ability to push his truck. Yet, you’re out here lifting planes?” She hadn’t meant to babble. It wasn’t in her nature, but she was so damn intrigued. Not to mention, everyone had been searching for the man who stood a few feet away from her, only for him to find her.

“What I am isn’t important. It’s what I do….that’s what matters.”

“What exactly is it that you do? Save people? There are occupations for that.”

He chuckled. “I think we both know it’s a little more complicated than that.”

“Touche,” she whispered and danced her fingers against her legs. Artemis looked him over. He was solid, muscles rippling against the formfitting material of his….uniform? Costume seemed inappropriate. Costumes were for people who feigned what he really was. A hero. “What’s the S stand for?”

He looked down and then back up. “It’s not an S. On my world, it means hope.”

She bit on her bottom lip. Artemis wanted to ask him where exactly his world was, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t answer. “Well, here, it’s just an S.”

He chuckled. “Noted.”

Her next question was instant. “What’s your name?” He stared at her. Artemis kept his gaze, willing herself to affirm her assertiveness. She was never one to shy away, to back down, to retreat. That couldn’t change. Not even for him. “You know mine.”

His gaze softened, something that didn’t bypass Artemis.

“It’s Kal.”

“Kal,” she repeated, accentuating each letter, despite the shortness. Artemis smiled. “My little brother’s name is Kalep.” She cleared her throat. “So am I your first or last stop?”

He tilted his head. “I’m sorry?”

“You know, on your grand entrance to the world.”

He offered a small smile. “No. What I do….who I am….it’s not of importance.” A beat. “I’m not yet ready to reveal myself to the world.”

She quieted. “But you did with me, and I’m nobody special.”

“I wouldn’t say that. To those kids you saved, the ones you risked your life for, you’re the hero.”

She straightened one arm and grabbed her elbow, shrugging. “The cape takes the cake. Kids are fickle like that. Besides, I just did what was right. No need to make a big thing out of it.”

He nodded slowly, stepping forward. Artemis inhaled subtly. He was so big. “And that’s why I’ve told you….and only you.”

His voice lowered toward the end of his sentence as his gaze focused on her, meeting her eyes. At that moment, she understood. She didn’t know why or how, but he trusted her. Kal trusted her.

“Got it.” A beat. “Okay, I just have to ask. Is this like a disguise? I mean, your….skin….” His eyes crinkled in amusement, tiny lines forming. “You’re not really….like green or something, are you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Okay, good, cause then that would be really….weird.”

His smile deepened. “You have a good night, Artemis.”

She chewed her bottom lip. “You too, Kal.”

He nodded and prepared to leave.

“Hey, Kal.” He turned to face her, eyebrows lifted. “I—uh—I’m out of work for a while. Recovery and all. So, um, if you ever want. I mean, if you’re ever around.” She pushed her lips together and pushed a hand over her curls. “I’m just here.”

He said nothing, just a smile, and a second later, he was gone.

#superman #dc #superman x oc #superman x reader #man of steel #clark kent #clark kent x oc #clark kent x reader #clark kent fic #superman fanfic

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 4 years ago

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whumptober

12 October: grief

Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

"Could you tell me what happened?" Bruce asked.

Clark paused to consider the question, or, rather, the shape of it. In the kitchen at the lake house, steel and black marble surfaces dimly glittered from the glow of a single lamp on the windowsill. He didn't need light to see by, but he found himself almost desperately curious to parse Bruce's inquiry and, in the effort, to watch Bruce for some further clue. 'Could' had been proffered. The chosen form wasn't an order. Bruce's posture spoke of ease, as though he asked nothing tasking from the barstool opposite the one Clark sat in. What did Bruce assume he'd say; what would be the subsequent result for any given response?

Clark was rarely bothered by inclement weather. The hollow feeling in his chest was not caused by the extant temperature of the room.

“I understand Diana's the one who's concerned," he said, "and it's on me to reassure her--"

"We're all concerned." Bruce held up a hand before Clark could protest. "We know Circe didn't hurt you physically, other than throwing you into animated suspension for a few minutes to keep you busy. We don't think your ability to do your job has been compromised. We're not." He stopped and looked at Clark. "We are not worried about that."

It seemed to Clark that Bruce struggled, just a little, on the word 'we'.

"Circe showed me something," Clark said, feeling some part of himself begin to slip out of kilter, as if he were sinking beneath a sheet of ice, paralyzed. "Not a dream, nor a hallucination." He cleared his throat. "Or I don't think it was."

Two heartbeats silenced, blackened agony gaping in him wide and infinite.

Bruce had gone motionless, watching Clark with dismay plain in his expression. Bruce hated missing things, Clark knew; he would hold himself personally responsible if something had harmed Clark and he hadn't even known to try to prevent it.

Clark didn't have the energy to bear the way Bruce was looking at him, not with having slept at most no more than an hour or two at a stretch for going on two weeks. Easily remedied. He closed his eyes.

"What she showed me, I." The words stuck. He pried and a few more came loose. "There's another universe, or timeline -- another Earth with another us." Clark took a shallow breath; an echo of pain cracked against his sternum. "And in it, I'm everything you've ever feared I could become."

He squeezed his eyes shut more tightly. His fingertips dug into his palms.

"Whatever you think you were shown, you're not him." Bruce spoke at a pace so steady it had to be deliberate. "Clark," he said, his voice just a little sharper on the name. "You must know that."

"It doesn't make the people he's killed less dead." Clark wanted to spit the words out like blood, but instead he'd barely raised his voice. He knew Bruce would hear anyway.

"And that's what you've been grieving," Bruce said. "That other world."

Clark shook his head. He finally opened his eyes, to Bruce waiting with as much patience as Clark had ever witnessed from him.

"It should be, I guess. Those victims deserve to be mourned." Clark uncurled his fingers, kept his stare on the furrows in his palms. His lungs were filled to drowning. Saltwater stung the back of his throat, his eyes. "The other me. He loses his family. It… Everything he does afterwards is because they die at his hands, or that's his excuse, anyway."

He could feel, at the furthest edge of his senses, the way Bruce was counting his own breaths to keep from interrupting, how intensely he was listening. Clark knew it should have been a comfort, but there were all these words left, a chain of them winding around his chest in a vise as crushing as Circe's magic had ever hoped to be.

Because Bruce was being kind and because he was his best friend, Clark managed to say, "I keeping thinking about how when I was a kid, I was scared of everything. Of being found out, of what people might do to me. Of hurting someone accidentally." Words like ropes, like rusted nails, like knives that would flay humans with the lightest pressure. "Maybe most of all, I was scared I would never have a family of my own."

He was almost out of air. He inhaled shakily. Too late to quit.

"I knew my parents loved me; I knew Lana and Pete loved me. The idea that I'd never find anybody to share my life with -- it was sorta more terrible than I could even let myself think about." He gave a small laugh. His cheeks were wet, and Bruce's eyes were too dark to look into. "But for all that, I never thought. I never thought it might be better if I didn't find...if it really was dangerous for people to be with me…"

As a writer, Clark weighed words constantly and therefore understood their limitations. Sometimes, however, they were all that was left of the truth. "I'm a weapon," he said, the words tumbling out like flat stones he wouldn't be able to budge once they landed. He'd closed his eyes again. "I'm not supposed to be someone's home."

There was a noise only Clark's abilities would've caught, as though a thin blade had been cleanly slid into the most vulnerable point beneath a ribcage. He didn't catch up quickly enough to realize he himself wasn't the one who'd made the sound before Bruce said, "You haven't eaten much recently."

Clark blinked. "What?"

Bruce's expression had changed to open, neutral, downright placid. "Food, Clark."

"Ah. No. I haven't been hungry." Clark shifted on the barstool. He blinked again, wiped his face, clasped his hands together. Some strange veiled heaviness had been lifted from his peripheral vision, from his shoulders and hips.

Bruce was stretching his legs and standing up, headed a few feet to the large refrigerator. "I should call your fretful mother and tell her you're wasting away."

"Don't. Guilt tripping me by invoking my mom is dirty pool." Was this what whiplash felt like? Clark wondered. He couldn't remember. "You don't have patrol tonight?"

"It's raining," Bruce said, like something as common in Gotham as rain was a well-known Batman deterrent.

Clark hadn't noticed the water sheeting down the windows, nor the insistent drum of a downpour on the roof; probably not the best sign of mental stability. "Pizza'd be all right, if ChowWagon will deliver out this far."

"They would. I'm Bruce Wayne," Bruce said with the flair he usually reserved for taking the piss with reporters who weren't Clark. He tugged open the bottom freezer drawer and removed a large disc. "But we already have pizza."

"Convenient. Alfred?"

"Hn. I can forage for sustenance all on my own." Bruce poked at the oven display. "I can even toss a crust and slow-simmer a red sauce." He picked at an edge of plastic wrap until he figured out how to unwrap the pizza and made a cagey face at Clark for a second. "Don't suppose you'd care to share who other-you was married to."

Clark suppressed a groan. He sighed and said, "Lois. You absolutely cannot mention it to her, ever."

Bruce quirked up an eyebrow. "Noted."

"It's not-- She's great." Clark winced. Well, she was. She was one of his smartest, scariest friends. He hadn't been anguished specifically about her counterpart's death in another reality, or even the thought of her and a child they might have together dying because of him. His grief, he'd discovered, was less bound to them, there, and more rooted in his own terror in this world. "I'm keeping this info in my arsenal, for future occasions where she's so mad at me she's about to kill me."

Bruce's other eyebrow appeared to have an opinion on the matter.

"I'm counting on being able to make her laugh hard enough to forget why she's about to kill me," Clark said.

"Good plan." As Bruce placed the twelve inch pie on the middle rack, he said, all mildness, "You know why your conclusion that 'Being alone forever is best' is bullshit."

It didn't seem like the kind of not-question he needed Clark to answer.

"First," Bruce said, "to merely temporarily remove you from action, a powerful sorceress tortured you for one hundred and eighty-nine seconds with visions of another universe the existence of which you cannot possibly be expected to either confirm or ameliorate. Second, whoever you saw in those visions who looked like you isn't you. Worth repeating. Third, you are not responsible for him."

Clark didn't quite believe him, and didn't quite trust Bruce believed such logic either. But Clark could let him finish his lecture. Bruce had opened the long fridge door and taken out two beers in bottles. He gave one to Clark, pausing for a second as if making sure Clark was paying attention. He sat back on his barstool, and Clark clutched at the cold glass with both hands.

"Fourth. There aren't any guarantees about what may or may not happen to anyone who becomes part of your family," Bruce said, like it wasn't the biggest understatement he could utter. "You meet people every day who've suffered the worst, most unimaginable tragedies, sometimes of their own doing, and they take that pain and loss and accomplish astonishing things with it. They found non-profits and fund scholarships, serve their sentences, advocate for victims' rights or new legislation. They get better. They live to honor their loved ones. Most people, in mourning or otherwise, don't become homicidal despots. You're not as strong as them?" He took a drink of beer in a manner that Clark would describe as almost smug.

Clark thought about both pinching and hugging him. The heaviness in his shoulders had come back. He was hunched forward, trying to breathe against it. He wasn't sure he was even strong enough to keep having this one conversation.

When Bruce spoke again, there was no trace of arrogance in his tone. "What are we up to, fifth? Fifth, not to be mean about who you were as a kid, but." He tapped his fingernail against his bottle. His thoughts on Kansas farm life and Clark's once-upon-a-time place therein had been the source of delicate ribbing as long as they'd known each other's real identities.

Bruce gave a rueful head tilt. "You missed a key element of the bigger picture when you were younger and you're doing it now, and not just because of course you, you specifically, are supposed to have a family." His voice sounded a little odd. But then he went on, turning so that he was looking out the window. "One person isn't really a family." More softly, he said, "If you decide to keep everyone away, it also means you're keeping out someone who might want to be your home."

Clark's hands seemed too stiff. He put the beer on the counter to keep from shattering the bottle and opened his hands, feeling the cold lift away from them. When he looked at Bruce's profile, he saw him exhale very, very slowly, as though he were lowering to the ground something immense but easily fractured. Clark heard the rain on the metal roof of a barn seventeen miles away and the ticking the oven made as it came up to full temperature. He waited until Bruce looked over at him again. He sat perfectly still and held his gaze as gently as he could. The minutes passed between them, quiet, shadowed, and warm, until Clark was able to find a place to start whatever was to come next.

"What's on the pizza?" he asked eventually, not bothering to be embarrassed at the roughness in his voice.

Bruce smiled small at the corner of his mouth. "Mushrooms, tomatoes, green olives. Asiago with extra mozzarella."

An order in a greasy pizzeria years ago, the two of them battle-wearied and starving at three a.m. One of the first times, perhaps, Clark had sat across from Bruce and thought of him as anything more than a teammate.

"My favorite," Clark said, reaching for Bruce's wrist.

"I know," Bruce said, letting him.

#whumptober #superbat #fic #clark #bruce #clark kent #bruce wayne

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keiraknighted · 6 years ago

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Now I’m Addicted (Chapter 4)

AO3 // ff.net

Once Clarke is over the shock of Wells coming home early, she’s actually happy to have him home. Yeah, maybe he doesn’t fuck her quite as good as Bellamy does. But he loves her, and she loves him and he’s her best friend. And as long as he doesn’t find out about Bellamy, Clarke plans to keep it that way.

Bellamy never replies to her message, but she can see that he’s seen it, and when she and Wells get home from dinner, there is no trace of him in the apartment. She takes Wells to their bedroom and they make love on clean sheets that Bellamy must have changed while they were out. She doesn’t come, but it’s still nice.

They spend the day together on Saturday, and Wells pretends to be offended when Clarke leaves the house on Saturday night to go out for drinks with Octavia and Raven. But Raven has such a busy schedule that if Clarke doesn’t see her tonight, she probably won’t see her for another three months.

They meet at their usual hangout spot, and it’s been weeks since she’s seen either of them, so there’s plenty to catch up on. Raven is dating some guy named Shaw, and Octavia is pretty sure there’s a woman at work that’s into her. But weirdly, Octavia is much more interested in Clarke.

“What’s up with you and my brother?” she asks, sipping at her gin and tonic. Clarke almost chokes on her own drink.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

Octavia raises an eyebrow. “You know what I mean. He was at your house, taking care of you. Since when are you even friends?”

Clarke shrugs, swirling her straw in her drink. “We had a good time at Lana Del Rey.” An understatement. “He’s not as bad as I thought.”

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Raven laughs.

“So, what? You were sick and you called him?” Octavia presses. And okay, to be fair, Octavia has every reason to be suspicious. Clarke has known Bellamy for seven years and they’ve never once hung out alone together.

“I didn’t call him,” Clarke huffs. “He called me to… see if I wanted to hang out. Because we’re friends. And I happened to be sick.”

“If you say so,” Octavia says. Thankfully she’s satisfied enough to change the subject. But Clarke can’t help but feel a little uneasy. Does Octavia know something? Or suspect something? Or does she just think it’s weird that after seven years Clarke suddenly decided she likes her brother?

Clarke is up making coffee the next morning, Wells still asleep in bed, when Bellamy rings. She stares at her phone for a moment, her heart thudding.

“Bellamy?” she answers. When he hadn’t responded to her text the other night, she thought he might be mad at her, so she’s a little surprised that he’s calling. Plus, though she’d never said it out loud, she kind of assumed she would always be the one doing the booty calling.

“Octavia doesn’t believe me that you and I are friends,” Bellamy says.

Clarke grins. “She wouldn’t believe me either.”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“What are you doing today? We should hang out.”

Clarke bites her lip. She doesn’t have any plans with Wells today, and her throbbing pussy is currently reminding her she never got her scheduled orgasm on Friday. “Okay,” Clarke agrees, already anticipating what he’ll do to her.

“Come over to my place when you can?”

“Sure,” Clarke agrees. “See you soon,” she says, ending the call. She takes the coffee back into the bedroom. Wells groans as she wakes him up.

“Hey,” she says softly, handing him a cup of coffee while he squints at her. “You didn’t have any plans for us today, did you, babe?”

Wells shakes his head, sipping the coffee. “Why?”

“Bellamy asked me if I want to hang out,” Clarke says. Better to go with mostly the truth.

Wells frowns. “Bellamy? You hate him.”

“I don’t hate him.”

“You think he’s annoying and no fun.”

“I changed my mind. We’re friends now.”

Wells stares at her a moment longer. “Okay. Whatever. These Blakes keep stealing you from me,” he jokes.

Clarke smiles at him. “I’m sure I won’t be out long. We can watch the new episode of that doctor show you like when I get home.”

“Okay,” Wells murmurs. He leans in for a kiss and Clarke obliges, before Wells falls back against the pillows.

Clarke heads for the shower then, and puts on a tiny skirt after towelling herself off, not bothering with panties. Bellamy will probably only take them from her anyway. She gives Wells a kiss on the head before she goes out.

She’s already dripping wet when she reaches Bellamy’s apartment building, just from fantasising about him fucking her. He buzzes her up, and she’s ready for him to grab her and fuck her against the wall as soon as he opens the door to his apartment. But instead he walks out into the hallway with a picnic basket and says, “Ready to go?” He closes the door.

“Go where?” Clarke asks, confused.

Bellamy shrugs. He holds up the basket. “For a picnic.”

“A picnic?”

“You don’t like picnics?”

“I mean… picnics are fine,” Clarke says. “But we’re really just hanging out? You didn’t ask me here so you could fuck my brains out?”

Bellamy shakes his head. “I’m trying to prove to Octavia that you and I are friends. That means we have to hang out without having sex.”

Clarke pouts. “But I didn’t put on panties.”

Bellamy groans, looking pained. He grabs her hand and pulls her close. Clarke closes her eyes, sure he’s going to kiss her. “Don’t make this any harder than it is,” he whispers. Then he lets her go, and Clarke opens her eyes to see him striding off down the hallway. She hurries to catch up with him. Clarke half expects him to burst out laughing and tell her this is some elaborate prank and then take her to a fancy hotel.

They take his car, and he opens the door for her and then puts the picnic basket in the back and settles himself behind the wheel. Clarke tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She’s not even sure why she suddenly feels so nervous. It’s just Bellamy. Stupid Bellamy she’s known for seven years, who’s fucked her too many times to count, and who now apparently wants to be her friend.

“You okay?” he asks, starting the car.

Clarke nods shortly. “Of course.”

They drive for an hour, and Bellamy manages to makes conversation the whole way. Clarke is sure she must have responded in some way, but she can’t remember a thing she said now, as he pulls into a gravel drive that leads to a parking lot. There are a few other cars parked haphazardly, there are no lines to mark the spaces. Bellamy pulls up and turns off the car.

“Where are we?” Clarke asks, unclipping her seatbelt.

“Lake Patterson.”

She can’t see the lake from here, there are pine trees in every direction. Bellamy gets out of the car and grabs the picnic basket, and Clarke follows.

They walk along a track to the lake, and Bellamy finds a clear spot amongst the pine trees to put the blanket down, with a clear view of the lake and the track around it. They pass a woman jogging around the lake, and a couple of people walking their dogs, but other than that, the place is pretty deserted.

Bellamy sits down on the blanket and Clarke copies, her eyes on him the whole time. She folds her legs under herself as Bellamy starts pulling things out of the picnic basket.

“You want ham or chicken?” Bellamy asks, holding up two sandwiches.

“Chicken,” Clarke tells him, though she doesn’t really care either way. He hands her the sandwich and starts unwrapping his own. He looks at Clarke, frowning at her as she cradles her sandwich. She bites her lip.

“Are you okay?” Bellamy asks. “You’re acting weird.”

The truth is, Clarke can’t help but think that this whole thing feels like… well, a date. And she knows it’s not, because she has a boyfriend and Bellamy doesn’t want her like that anyway. It’s just sex and friendship. But she’s never been on a picnic with someone who was a just a friend before. Friend stuff is going to the movies, or going to brunch, or going to a bar for a drink. And then as she imagines doing any of those things with Bellamy, she realises they would feel like dates too.

Does she want to be on a date with him?

“I’m fine,” Clarke says, clearing her throat. “Just thinking about how I would have put on underwear if I knew we weren’t having sex.”

Bellamy laughs. “I like it when you don’t wear underwear.”

“Do you say that to all your friends?”

“Good point,” Bellamy says. “Comment retracted. I’m not thinking about your underwear or the fact that you aren’t wearing any.”

“Is that so? What are you thinking about then?”

“I’m thinking about how I wish you picked ham,” Bellamy grins. Clarke laughs and hands her sandwich over.

She relaxes a little then, and manages to enjoy her lunch and the company without dwelling too much on how it makes her feel. She doesn’t, however, manage to stop herself from thinking about him putting his mouth on her.

They finish eating, and Bellamy packs the rubbish and leftovers back into the basket.

“I’m not ready to go home yet,” Clarke tells him. Wells is probably wondering where she is. She hasn’t checked her phone since she got out of the car. She doesn’t really care.

“We could walk around the lake,” Bellamy suggests. Clarke screws up her nose. “Or… take a nap?”

“Nap sounds good,” Clarke grins. She lies down, and Bellamy does the same. He scoots closer to her, lying on his side, his body only just touching hers. She can feel his erection pressing against her thigh, and she feels her pussy throb.

“This doesn’t feel very friend-like,” she murmurs.

“Well, we managed to get through a whole lunch without touching each other.”

“Does it count if I was thinking about you fucking me the whole time?”

“I fucking hope so,” Bellamy says. “Cause that’s all I was thinking about too.”

He lifts his hand, watching her as he brushes his fingers up her thigh. She doesn’t stop him. He traces circles on her inner thigh, higher and higher, under her skirt, stopping just before he reaches her sopping cunt. Clarke gives him a pained look. The tension between her legs is almost unbearable.

“Bell,” she whispers. “Touch me, please,” he begs. “You promised you’d go down on me.”

Bellamy considers. “I did promise that. But that was Friday.”

“So haven’t I waited long enough?”

Bellamy smirks at her. “You want me to eat you out right here?” he asks. “Where anyone could walk past and see us?”

Clarke nods and Bellamy’s smug look grows. The thought of someone seeing them only makes her want it more. Of course, he knows that.

He glances towards the track to make sure no one is passing by, then he lifts her skirt, bunching it up around her waist so that her bare pussy is on display. He slides his middle finger between her lips, only making Clarke more aware of how wet she is. Bellamy presses his lips against her neck, and then her shoulder, his finger just resting inside her, not moving. Clarke whines, lifting her hips, needing some friction.

Bellamy chuckles. “I love how horny you get for me,” he says quietly. He moves his hand from her legs and uses it to push her top up, revealing her flimsy bra. Bellamy pulls the cups down easily, letting her tits spring free. Clarke blushes, feeling totally exposed, out here in the forest. Half of her hopes no one will walk past, and half of her is desperate for someone to see her like this with Bellamy.

Bellamy sit up, pushing himself over the top of her, straddling her body with his without actually touching her. His bring his mouth down on her nipple, circling the hardened peak with his tongue, massaging the other with one hand. As much as she loves it when he plays with her tits, it’s not what she really wants.

“Bellamy,” she complains.

“Sorry, baby,” he says. Her clit twinges, and she hopes he doesn’t notice how much she likes it when he calls her that. So not appropriate for whatever they are to each other. “I just can’t help myself.”

He trails kisses down her bare stomach, finally pressing his lips against her shaved mound, just above her slit, and Clarke subconsciously holds her breath in anticipation. He pauses a moment, and then Clarke feels his tongue glide along her slit from her ass to her clit, and she squeezes her eyes shut. He teases her clit with the tip of his tongue, and Clarke writhes beneath him, despite her best efforts to remain still. Her fingers curl into his hair, and he licks her slit again, before delving his tongue inside her, deep as he can get it. Clarke moans, arching up against him, pushing his face harder against her pussy.

The sensation of his tongue inside her winds her tighter and tighter, until she’s whimpering, panting heavily, desperate for release. He brings his mouth to her clit again, and she breaks as he sucks it into his mouth, crying out with her long-awaited orgasm.

But god, as good as it is, it’s still not enough. It’s never enough when it comes to Bellamy.

“Fuck me,” Clarke begs, and she’s well aware how wrecked she sounds already. “Fuck me with your cock, Bell.”

“You sure?” he asks, lifting his head. Clarke looks down at him, nodding.

“I need you,” she says. Bellamy only half suppresses a groan, and then he’s up on his knees, undoing his jeans and pulling out his engorged cock. Clarke salivates at the sight of it. She spreads her legs wider, and Bellamy presses the head to her entrance, not bothering to take his pants all the way off. Clarke wraps her legs around him tightly, and he sinks into her. He stretches her wide, her eyes rolling back as he fills her.

“Oh god,” she moans. “I love your cock.”

“I know you do, baby. I love the way you take my cock. You feel so good,” he murmurs. Clarke is almost having trouble breathing.

“Fuck me,” she says again, since he seems to have forgotten why his cock is inside her. “Make me come.”

“So needy,” he chuckles, but he obliges her, rocking his hips against her, ramming his cock into her over and over until she loses her mind. Her tits jiggle with every thrust, and she knows Bellamy is watching them. It only turns her on more.

She has no concern for whether anyone might walk past anymore. They could be in the middle of a crowded street and she’d still beg him to keep going. All that matters is his cock inside her, driving her closer and closer to the orgasm she’s chasing.

“Someone’s coming,” Bellamy tells her, stopping.

“Not yet,” Clarke whines. Bellamy laughs. God, how can he laugh at a time like this?

“Not me,” he clarifies. “I can hear voices.”

Now that he mentions it Clarke can hear them too.

“I’m so close,” Clarke tells him. “Please.”

“You want them to see?

She hesitates. “No.” After all, it could be anyone. They might call the cops on the two of them.

“You think you get there before they do?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay,” he says. He quickly pulls her top back down to cover her tits. A precaution, Clarke supposes. And then he resumes his motions, and Clarke is right back there on the edge. She fists her hand in his shirt, closing her eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her voice cracking as she comes again, shuddering beneath him, her pussy clenching down on his cock. He pulls out and turns away just as a couple of women and a dog round the bend, and Clarke yanks her skirt down over her swollen pussy.

The women spare them a glance and a half smile, and Clarke smiles back, wondering if it’s obvious that she’s just been fucked into oblivion. She grabs Bellamy as soon as the women are gone, and he turns back around to face her.

He still has his cock out, bulging and covered in her come. Clarke leans down, taking him into her mouth, and it doesn’t take her long to bring him over the edge, spurting his come into her mouth with a strangled moan.

He drags her up to his mouth, and she barely has time to swallow before his kissing her messily, and she can taste her own come and his on her tongue.

She pulls away, and he’s staring at her, almost like he can’t quite believe she’s real.

“What?” she laughs, feeling a little shy all of a sudden, despite what they’d just done.

“I—” he shakes his head. He shrugs. “You’re amazing.”

Clarke shoves him playfully. “Don’t be such a sap.”

Bellamy shakes his head, smiling. “Ready to go now?”

Clarke nods, and they pack up the basket and the blanket and head back to the car. Clarke isn’t entirely sure they achieved what Bellamy wanted them to achieve, but this was much more satisfying. And friendship is totally overrated anyway.

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #the 100 #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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tobeornottotc · 7 years ago

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Favorite nostalgic shows 😃😃😃

Suite life of Zack and Cody: Hilarious, BESTCOMEDIC WRITING ever

I wish it stayed this way

Zack and Cody, was like my favourite thing towatch, I’d sit with my family sitting close to the screen and being told of forit. I loved everything about the show, sometimes it could be cringy but I wastoo young to care about that, I cared about Cody, and I found myself laughing everytime Zack led him to a situation where both Mr Moseby and their mother wouldcatch them. My favourite episode till this day is the ballroom dancing episode,it is a traditional watch with my siblings as we don’t know why but we burstinto laughter at every scene. Favourite characters: London, Maddy and Estebanand Lance. I also adore Marian Moseby in case that wasn’t obvious. I just lovethis show, I like to remember the memories before you know Suite life on deckdemolished every good memory I had of the story writing, character building andit’s still an unfortunate nightmare to me, though you would never have guessedthat I cried once because I MISSED the special where all the shows joinedtogether, Not even a lie.

Wizardof Waverly place: CLIFFHANGERS

I have an unhealthy obsession with SelenaGomez. I’m goanna finally admit it. One of the reasons was because of thisshow. I was little, going through my own puberty woes, boys, and school drama andWizard of Waverly place satisfied that reliability I needed on screen, althoughI was the opposite of Alex in mostly everything I still related with everythingat that time. Now when I go back torewatch to get that magic that pulled me in. I cringe so much at everything.Like I can’t even like the show anymore yet it holds so much memories for me,the stupid hat song, Alex, Harper, Justin, Mason, Dean, Max every single one ofthem. THE WIZARD COMPETIION OMG the stress I got from that, I was rooting forJustin all the way since season 1 and then Alex you know got the whole growththing and everybody knew it would be her. I even remember the days I waitedexcitedly for the movies OMG the movies, each of them were so special, and likeeven though she was playing his sister, I shipped David and Selena so much, andGregg Sulkin was a visual gift as well. I nearly died when the wizards losttheir powers, and Alex revealed the wizarding world to the whole world. Ahhh somany memories, one thing about this show was the way it did the cliff hangers. Thecliff hangers were mad. I’ll never forget the day my heart broke alongside thecharacters when Mason bit Juliette and the couples had to be separated I wept.I seriously remember breaking down. Wizards of Waverly place really did controlmy emotions and I’d always link it with my puberty days, when I started to wantto learn more about myself and grow. One of the best, sad I can’t go back andrewatch it the same way.

Kim Possible: RON AND KIM THAT’S ALL, AND RUFUSand Wade

I wanted to be her. I wanted to be a secret spyand have a derpy best friend and accept his quirks and perfection. Ron and Kimwas like the OTP and I don’t care what people say a Stitch in Time will alwaysbe my favourite Disney TV animated movie. That dance scene OMG my heart, it wasso beautiful so perfect, and I loved watching it that day. I love Shego aswell. Omg she was so bad ass, one of my favourite female villains on TV andstill is. I wish Disney could have somethinglike Kim Possible for little girls of this generation, a cartoon that isn’tjust aimed at guys but for girls as well. Because this show was a gift forlittle teens like me at that time.

True Jackson VP: Such an inspiration with relatablePOC lead

I loved this show, this show made me so happy,another person who I probably wanted to be when I was younger. Honestly this showmade me want to grow into a young adult so much. However even though this is nostalgicto me, especially the opening theme song, I don’t know, it seems like mymemories don’t hold the storyline, perhaps it was the main romance that made mestop liking the show? I remember lots of romance plotlines that didn’t gonowhere or ended up in stupid break ups like all teen shows in Nickelodeon nooffence I ended up feeling meh. But it’s still nostalgic to me when the musicplays I start to feel an unknown loss in my past and goose bumps rise.

SmallVille: TOM WELLS OH TOM WELLS

This is such a nostalgic show for me becausethis was the reason why I started to get into comics, and I loved Tom Wells, Iloved Justin Hartley whose now in this is US. I loved everything about smallVille, Including Lex Luther who was played by Michael Rosenbaum (WHO IS BAE andone of my favourite characters on screen) I loved Clark, I loved Louise, Idisliked Lana, I liked Chloe, I loved Jimmy and I loved Oliver. I even likedZod. I just wished we had another show like small ville is, a coming of agestory starting from high school for all the super heroes, it was with this disappointmentI wasn’t open minded to arrow or the Flash at first. Anyways I loved Smallville I know people disliked it because of how it dragged a bit, but I can goback every time and rewatch this show and it still makes me smile. I still grinat Clark and Louise and their dynamics, and when Superman went rogue it was soo…well weirdly attractive. And I wanted my own Blur Sigh… And of course whenSOMEBODY SAVE MEEEE starts singing when the theme song pops up, you can as wellbet that you’d see me at the screen shouting and singing along.

#smallville #suite life of zack and cody #wizards of waverly place #kim possible #true jackson vp #nostalgia #tv shows #disney #reviews

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chewie-redbird · 6 years ago

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Prologue

Author : chewie-redbird

Word Count : 2,826

Warnings : uh…….none yet

Summary : Lady Brooke Redbird returns back to the town she helped build and calls home to attend the highschool. It is hear that she meets someone who will forever hold her heart and will never forget about.

Characters : OC Character (Lady Brooke Redbird, and others), Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore & I think that's it…..

*A/N : I wrote this a while ago and posted it to Quotev on my account their. This was what got me back into writing and has helped me with dealing with the death of my Mom and 3 uncles that happened in 2 years time. It is because of these that my ability to write has fluctuated over these past months and only worsens with my Mom’s 1st Anniversary coming up on May 23rd…..3 days after my own birthday on May 20th. I am wanting to continue writing and finish this story as I have it all planned out in my head, just gotta get it onto here. I will try to focus more on this series but I may jump back and forth between a lot as I tend to come up with ideas and want to write them down and share them with you all. So I hope you guys like this story, it does have a few similarities with my fav char on The Vampire Diaries, the Myth, the Legend, the Baddest Bitch of All…...Katerina Petrova aka Katherine Pierce!!! And it will contain story elements or plots of many TV Shows or movies I love throughout it. All of which I do not claim any rights to anything that does come from other works!! They are supposed to be just shoutouts and show I love their work. Lady Brooke is loosely based off Sophia Bush’s character on One Tree Hill. I love her on the show and she was easily my fav char!!! Well I hope you enjoy and I’ll add the next chapters when I can!!

Screams echo….

People running….

I’m can’t move….

I’m scared….

A man moves towards me with a smile….

I scream for help….

I jolt up, looking around, slowly breathing, calming down seeing the back of the limo, I sigh when a voice says to me,

“Lady Redbird, we have arrived in Beacon Hills and are 20 minutes from the Redbird Manor” my driver says,

“Antwan, for the last time please, call me Brooke” I say smiling at him then look out the window.

I look down to see I my travel outfit, black silk with lace trim tank top, black cotton sweater with a couple of buttons down up, black leggings, red flats, emerald and diamond bracelet and an antique black iron necklace attached with a square emerald crystal. My sweater is a little wrinkled from me moving in my sleep, so I slightly get up smoothing it out. Then I continue to look out to see Beacon Hills while memories flash in my head. I remember when this town was a village back in 1890 and when I helped fund the new school in 1941.

We pull up to Redbird Lane, which my family’s manor is located on. As the limo turns onto the familiar driveway, we stop at the gate.

“Antwan Delaver” Antwan says passing his ID to the guard, who scans it, nodding to let us in as he buzzes the gate open.

We drive on in, passing big beautiful willow trees blowing in the wind, all which I planted as seeds and helped grow. Arriving at the front doors to Redbird Manor, Antwan gets out and helps bring in my luggage,

“Thanks Antwan, go unpack, get some sleep” I tell him while giving him a hug,

“Sure thing Brooke” Antwan smiles as he walks back to the limo driving it to the garage, grabbed his luggage and then heads towards his room on the 2nd Floor in the East Wing.

I head on up the staircase at the end of the hall leading to a landing, that splits off towards the East and West Wings. I head towards my master room located at the other side of the stairs, in between the East and West Wings. I begin to unpack, as I buzz Shelia on the intercom,

“Hey, Shelia can you come to my bedroom for a minute?” I say sweetly.

I am halfway unpacked as Shelia knocks on my bedroom door

“It’s open” I say putting new clothes I got while in my loft at Miami,

“Brooke, how was Florida?” Shelia says coming up to hug me,

“It was great, I loved the beach, especially all the shirtless guys” I tell her while smirking,

“And no shopping?” Shelia asks saddened,

“Well one must always make time for shopping” I say matter of factly,

“So how was my lovely assistant’s flight in the new jet?” I ask curious,

“You mean how much I love the new astronomically big jet”

Shelia smiles remembering her time on the jet.

I smile, happy that she was happy,

“So is the Beacon Hills High School’s Principal meeting me tomorrow?” I ask her.

“Yes, Principal Matthews will promptly meet you at 8:00 in the morning, I have already sent your grades over when I got here and already told him you were to start as a freshman as you were held back because of the homeschooling” Shelia tells me checking her cell phone smiling as she knows my grades and homeschooling are a lie,

“Thanks Shelia, your dismissed for the night, please tell the staff also.” I say in my closet looking for something to sleep in.

I finally decide on some new sleepwear for tonight, which all I got from Miami. My emerald green silk satin chemise with luxurious bespoke embroidery. Matched with black ultra thin tulle, scalloped edge and leavers-lace trim pantie briefs. And my emerald-green liquid-like silk-satin and midnight-black whisper-fine Chantilly lace frame robe besides my bed if need be.

After changing, I check my cell, calling someone I haven’t called in a while,

“Cleo? How’s Egypt?” I ask,

“Great, Redbird Industries is up 5% here” Cleo states,

“I miss you. I arrived back to our home” I say sitting on my king sized bed,

“I miss you too Brooke, I miss home” Cleo says at little sad,

“Maybe we should move up our yearly meet to next week?” I ask,

“I can after my fundraiser next week, but you know Amara hates short notice, she loves the Amazon too much” Cleo says laughing with me as we know how Amara will react,

“I’ll call Amara, but you have to call Mariko” I say playfully,

“Ugh come on, you know Mariko is still mad at me for Jason!” Cleo says a little annoyed,

“You two need to patch things up anyways, it’s been two years” I say lying on my emerald green fleur-de-lis and black background polyester blanket.

Cleo sighs, “Fine, but who’s gonna tell Bethany?”

“I will, since I’m making you reconnect with Mariko” I say

“Okay, I need to go, I have a lot of paper work to finish” Cleo complains,

“You always wait for the last minute to do your homework” I say laughing,

“I so don’t miss highschool, I don’t know how you do it” Cleo states,

“I love school, it helps me keep human, but I need to go to bed anyways” I say sleepily,

“Okay, goodnight sister” Cleo says,

“Goodnight sister” I say then hangup, putting my cell on the bedside table.

I lay back, curling up under my blanket and everything starts to go black as I drift off.

I wake up hearing a knock on my door,

“Yes” I sigh,

“Brooke, breakfast will be ready in an hour” Shelia tells me through the door,

“Thanks Shelia” I say sitting up yawning.

I get up putting on my emerald robe and walking to my bathroom, using the sink to splash water on my face. I turn around, walking to turn the shower on, then pick out a playlist to listen to. Eventually deciding on Bethany Joy Lenz, I walk over to hook up my cell to my stereo and play my music. Returning to the shower, taking off my robe and clothes, hopping in. After 15 minutes of singing along to “Elsewhere”, “When the Stars Go Blue” featuring Tyler Hilton, “Halo”, “Feel This” featuring Enation, “I Want Something That I Want” featuring Grace Potter and “We Belong”.

I get out and put on my robe, heading to the walk-in closest to pick out my outfit for the day. Looking through my clothes, I decide on a underwire strapless seamless bra, bowknot scalloped zigzag pattern lace brief panties, wine red polyester knee-length off the shoulder 3/4 length sleeves with lace fit and flare ball gown dress. I then put on my makeup, a black smokey eye with flared out eyelashes, blood red lipstick with bright lip gloss and blood red nail polish with a clear coat.

I decided on my emerald antique necklace, pear-shaped emerald with sterling silver ring on my right ring finger, emerald and diamond with sterling silver bracelet on my left wrist and square emerald with sterling silver earrings. I just let my reddish brown hair down and styled it so the ends feathered out.

I put on my black Louboutin six-inch ankle-heels, grabbed my wine red Prada tote purse, walk to my bedside table. Putting my black Gucci wallet and red Samsung Galaxy in my Prada tote purse, heading towards the door.

I eventually walk in the dining room, where on the side table is this beautiful breakfast. There's fruits, different types of eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, rice, sausages, oatmeal, cereals and yogurts. Milk, juices, water, mimosas and ice cubes in a bucket beside the food.

The big cherry wood dining table is set up with the red silk cover, white moth orchids in the center and red with gold fleur-de-lis porcelain plates.

I walk over to grab some watermelon slices, removed-calyx strawberries (calyx is the leafy steam), pitted-cherries, mango chunks and peach slices. Grabbed a core 16.5 oz. blanc wine glass, poured a special mix of port red wine and blood from a decanter. Bring my plate and wine glass to my spot at the head of west end of the table, sitting down starting to eat.

“So how's everyone doing with the move hear?” I ask taking a drink,

“Good, the kids have settled down just fine Lady Redbird” Miss Carlotta Byrd says, my Head Cook,

“Same here” Miss Slim Ventura says, my Head Maid,

“They love it out here in California”, my Stable Master McKenzie Hart says,

“Awe, does Haley and Seth liking their new school? How do Simone and Lana like the new mall? Is Ryan and Clark liking the school’s athletic department” I ask, eating a strawberry,

“Good, Haley and Clark are liking Devenford Prep, their favorite class is History” Miss Carlotta says eating some hash browns and scrambled eggs.

“Yes, Seth and Simone have settled in quite comfortably in their new rooms. Seth is trying out for the lacrosse team and Simone is loving the new mall” says Miss Ventura,

“Lana has already bought some new outfits for the year and Ryan is also trying out for the lacrosse team” Miss Hart tells me,

“We like to say thank you for putting in a good word so the kids will be in the same classes” Miss Carlotta tells me,

“Awe, no need you guys, you are family, hell, those kids feel like my nieces and nephews. You guys don’t know how much of appreciation I have for you keeping my family’s secret. Your families have been in service to mine for generations, I will do anything to repay the debt. As long as you love it here, I’m happy, you know why my family must constantly move. You know of the danger and yet you still stay here, so thank you” I say smiling.

I finished my breakfast when Antwan comes into the dining room saying,

“The limo is out front Brooke”,

“Thank you Antwan” I tell him as he turns walking back to the limo.

As soon as I get in the back,

“Head to Beacon Hills High School” I tell Antwan as he begins to drive.

We drive through town, passing buildings and houses as I am on my way to another new school year. I begin to remember the other new “first days”, remembering why I keep coming back to school….

“We are 5 minutes from Beacon Hills High School Brooke”

Antwan tells me,

“Thank you” I tell him, smiling at him.

I continue to look out the window, then after a few minutes, we end up driving onto the BHHS parking lot. As soon as we pull up to the school’s front doors, Antwan gets out and opens my door,

“Thank you, I should he fine until 3 o’clock” I tell him, giving him a hug then walking up the stairs towards the doors.

I walk past students staring at me with awe, smiling as I make my way to the principal’s office. As I am almost there, I walk past a very pretty girl with long strawberry blonde hair arguing with a very handsome guy with dark blonde short hair. Obviously an athlete as he was wearing a BHHS Jersey. I walk towards the principal’s door, opening it and walking in,

“Hello, I’m here to see Principal Matthews” I tell the secretary,

“Yes, hello Miss Redbird..” she was saying picking up the telephone,

“It’s Lady Redbird” I interrupt her,

“Oh, sorry, Principal Matthews is waiting for you” she says smiling apologetically while putting down the telephone,

“It’s fine, thank you” I say walking towards and opening the door,

“Hello Principal Matthews, I’m Lady Brooke Redbird, I’m sorry to say my parents couldn’t make it” I tell him while shaking his hand,

“Hello Lady Redbird, I’m sorry I won't be meeting your parents. I have checked your profile, I see you do well in your classes, and even have amazing letters of recommendations from tutors. And all of this while also running an worldwide company and hosting of many charities. You would be an amazing addition to BHHS, and we would love to have you” Principal Matthews says, smiling at me,

“Thank you, Principal Matthews. My parents have sent their regards along with a 500, 000$ check and asked me to offer the Redbird Manor to host a BHHS Fundraiser” I tell him, handing over the check,

“Oh no, that’s too much” he tries to say,

“No, we would love to. Besides, it’s not like my family can’t afford it, education is very important” I say smiling,

“Okay, thank you Lady Redbird, also tell your parents we are very thankful. So here is your class list for the semester, I am a little confused as to why someone with your caliber would wanna start out as a freshman in mid-year?” he asks confused,

“Its fine, I prefer to work my up to graduating normally instead of smart-jumping” I say taking my schedule,

“It’s been a pleasure, Principal Matthews.” I tell him standing up giving him a handshake,

“Welcome as always, Lady Redbird” he say shaking my hand, as I turn around walking out to the hallway.

I begin to look at the schedule, a little confused as I have no clue where my class was.

Brunch : 9:30 - 9:50

English : 9:55 - 10:35 in room 106

Chemistry Lecture : 10:40-11:20 in room 121

History : 11:25-12:05 in room 110

Math : 12:10-12:50 in room 117

Lunch 12:50-1:25

Free Period 1:30-2:10

Economics : 2:15-2:55 in room 120

I look at my cell, seeing it’s 8:20, I begin walking down hallways checking classroom numbers. I see classroom after classroom, students wondering the halls, and then I finally find my locker. Opening it up, I put some of my school stuff there, pens, pencils, booklets, some makeup and a mirror on the locker door. I close my locker, begin walking around the school. I was doing Redbird Industries work on my phone when I was bumped into by someone in a rush,

“Rude” I say as I dropped my phone,

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. You must be new here, I haven’t seen you before?” this really cute guy with an uneven jaw asks me as he picks up my cell,

“Yes, I’m Lady Brooke Redbird” I say smiling grabbing my cell after he gives it back,

“I’m Scott McCall” he tells me giving me a smirk,

“Well Scott, I got a class to find, so have a good day” I tell him as I walk by,

“Well I could help you…” he begins as he grabs my arm which sent shivers down my body,

“Well, I do need to know where English 106 is?” I ask him while smiling still turned away from him,

“You need to go down the hall, turn right by those stairs, and it should be on your left” Scott tells me while still holding onto my arm,

“Ok, thanks, you have been a kind gentleman” I say as I slightly turn towards him looking at where his hand is still,

“No, problem, it’s the most I could do after running into you” Scott says while smiling, I look at him, seeing that his dark chocolate eyes sparkled a little in the sunlight, which then I realized how close we were to each other,

“Um….care to let me go?” I ask shaking my right arm giggling like a schoolgirl,

“Oh, right sorry, MiLady” Scott says with a serious tone with a hint of joking while smiling at me,

“Its fine, its just if I am to find my classroom, I kinda need my arm” I say laughing while turning to walk away as his smile made me feel butterflies and my arm feels weird without his touch,

“I can show you where the classroom is!” Scott says with a bit of excitement running up to stand next to me,

“I am a lady of House Redbird and ladies don’t need to be shown where to go” I say smiling at him as I turn forward to strut away from him.

I have this feeling of my plan to not be interested in guys will obviously not work out. Because the way that gorgeous dark brown haired, dark chocolate-eyed, uneven jaw guy smiled gave me the butterflies. The way his touch sent shivers down my body, the way I missed the feeling when he let go. Ah, hell, I giggled like a school girl in front of him, which I am not that type of girl. Scott McCall, you are by far the most hottest and a must-avoid guy here back home. All I know, is this time being home is definitely not gonna be boring.

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