#Clarke ran into his arms to hug him and let him know what’s going on and HE TURNED RIGHT AROUND AND TOLD CADOGAN EVERYTHING

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Can I Help You

Part 2 / Word Count 3509

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Summary: after days of avoiding Luke, y/n has to man up and see Luke in person after she ran away. But of course, things won't go as smoothly when her ex-boyfriend shows up.

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The music pulsed through the night air, the heavy bass reverberating in their chests as y/n and Clarke approached the big white house. Clusters of partygoers sprawled across the front lawn and spilled over onto the stairway, their laughter and chatter mixing with the thumping soundtrack blaring from inside.

The chill in the air nipped at exposed skin, but the revelers seemed impervious, warmed by the electric thrill of the night and perhaps a few red solo cups.

y/n's heels clicked rhythmically against the sidewalk, a sharp staccato cutting through the dull roar of the party. She tugged at the hem of her dress, suddenly feeling self-conscious amidst the sea of scantily clad sorority girls. Clarke, sensing her friend's hesitation, looped her arm through y/n's and gave a reassuring squeeze.

"You've got this, babe. He's going to eat his heart out when he sees you," Clarke declared, her voice raised to carry over the din.

y/n exhaled shakily, her breath misting in the cool air. She wanted to believe her friend, wanted to trust in the liquid courage buzzing through her veins, but the butterflies in her stomach refused to settle.

They climbed the steps to the front door, dodging red cups and overly enthusiastic dancers, y/n scanned the crowd for a glimpse of him. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she finally spotted him across the room, his tall frame unmistakable even in the dim party lighting.

He looked up then, his eyes locking with hers, and the rest of the room fell away. In that suspended moment, she forgot all about her nerves, forgot why she had run away before. All that mattered was the way he was looking at her now, his gaze smoldering with intensity and unspoken promises.

Clarke's elbow jabbed sharply into her ribs, startling her back to reality. "Go get him, tiger," she urged with a knowing grin, giving y/n a gentle shove in his direction.

As Luke's gaze continued to bore into her, y/n felt a sudden surge of panic. She grabbed Clarke's hand and deftly maneuvered them through the throng of partygoers, weaving between the gyrating bodies until they reached a more crowded corner of the house.

The music was even louder here, the bass thumping in their chests, but at least they were out of Luke's line of sight.

 Clarke turned to face y/n, her long wavy blonde hair blanketing her face. Her leather skirt hugged her curves as she planted her hands on her hips, fixing y/n with an incredulous stare. "You mean to tell me the boy you think is hot says he wants you and your first instinct is to run away?" Clarke asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

y/n fidgeted with the hem of her black dress, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. The bow in her hair bobbed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, looking unsure of her answer. After a moment, she reluctantly nodded her head.

Clarke's eyes widened, her perfectly arched brows nearly reaching her hairline. "Girl, what are you thinking? Luke is practically begging to get with you, and you're over here playing hide-and-seek!"

y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I know, I know. It's just..." She trailed off, trying to find the right words. "What if he ends up just like Mark? Even worse, what if Mark finds out?"

Clarke softened, reaching out to squeeze y/n's hand. "Oh, honey. Have you seen the way that boy looks at you? Don't let your fears hold you back from something that could be amazing."

y/n chewed on her bottom lip, considering Clarke's words. She knew her friend was right. Now that he had finally made a move, she was running scared.

Straightening her shoulders, y/n took a deep breath. The bow in her hair quivered with her newfound resolve. "You're right. I won’t let my insecurities ruin this. I'm going to go talk to him. And we’re gonna drink and I won’t run away!"

Clarke grinned, her red lips curving into a proud smile. "That's my girl! Go get your man!" She gave y/n a playful swat on the rear as she turned to head back into the fray. y/n took one last steadying breath before squaring her shoulders and marching towards Luke.

…

As y/n approached Luke from behind, she couldn't help but admire the way his curls shone under the bright kitchen lights. They looked so soft, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and run her fingers through them.

She was close enough now to catch a whiff of his cologne, a heady scent that made her pulse quicken. She breathed in deeply, letting the aroma wash over her, a potent mixture of spice and musk that was uniquely Luke.

Lost in the moment, y/n didn't realize just how close she had gotten until Luke suddenly turned around, his eyes locking with hers. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stand still. The chatter and laughter of the partygoers faded into the background, and all y/n could focus on was the intensity of Luke's gaze.

His eyes seemed to pierce right through her, sending a shiver down her spine. There was a hint of surprise in his expression, perhaps at her sudden appearance, but it quickly gave way to something else entirely. Something heated and hungry that made y/n's breath catch in her throat.

"Hey," Luke said, his voice low and husky. "I was wondering where you disappeared to."

y/n swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "I just needed a minute," she replied, hoping he couldn't hear the tremor in her words.

Luke's lips quirked up in a half-smile, and he took a step closer. "Well, I'm glad you're back. I was starting to think you were avoiding me."

y/n's heart hammered in her chest as she shook her head. "No, not avoiding. Just..." She trailed off, unsure of how to explain the riot of emotions swirling inside her.

Luke's smile softened, and he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Just what, y/n?" he asked gently.

y/n drew in a shaky breath, steeling herself. It was now or never. "Just trying to work up the courage to do this."

And with that, she closed the remaining distance between them, rising up on her toes to press her lips against his. For a moment, Luke went still, and y/n feared she had made a terrible mistake. But then his arms came around her, pulling her flush against his body as he deepened the kiss.

The rest of the world fell away as y/n lost herself in the sensation of Luke's lips moving against hers, his hands roaming over her back, her sides, her hips. She tangled her fingers in his curls, reveling in their softness, just as she had imagined.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathless and flushed, Luke rested his forehead against hers. "Wow," he murmured, his eyes shining with wonder.

y/n couldn't help but giggle, a giddy sort of joy bubbling up inside her. "Wow indeed," she agreed, before pulling him down for another kiss. As y/n melted into Luke's embrace, savoring the taste of his lips and the warmth of his body pressed against hers, she caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she recognized the familiar figure striding through the doorway.

Mark.

y/n froze, her body going rigid in Luke's arms. He pulled back, his brow furrowed in concern as he noticed the sudden change in her demeanor. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

But y/n couldn't respond, her eyes locked on Mark as he made a beeline for Clarke. She watched, her stomach twisting in knots, as he leaned in close to her friend, his expression serious as he questioned her about something y/n couldn't hear over the pounding music.

"I... I need a second," y/n stammered, tearing her gaze away from Mark and Clarke. She stepped out of Luke's embrace, her skin feeling suddenly cold without his touch.

Luke's face fell, a mixture of confusion and hurt flickering across his handsome features. "What? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

y/n shook her head, already backing away. "No, it's not you. I just... I have to go."

She turned to leave, but Luke's hand shot out, grabbing her arm. His grip was gentle but firm, his fingers pressing into her skin. "Wait, y/n. Please. Don't run away again."

y/n's heart clenched at the desperation in his voice, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. "Luke, I'm sorry. I can't do this right now."

"Can't do what?" Luke demanded, his tone sharpening with frustration. "Can't talk to me? Can't be honest with me? You keep sending me all these mixed signals, y/n. One minute you're kissing me like your life depends on it, the next you're running away like I've got the plague."

y/n flinched at the accusation in his words, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. She had been running hot and cold with Luke for weeks now, ever since they'd started skating together. Ever since she'd begun tutoring him in math, staying up late to help him grasp concepts that seemed to slip through his fingers like water.

She'd thought she could keep him at arm's length, that she could ignore the way her heart raced every time he looked at her with those piercing honey eyes. But then he'd kissed her tonight, and everything had changed.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I have to leave."

She tried to pull away, but Luke's grip on her arm tightened. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble that shadowed his angular cheekbones. "So that's it? You're just going to run away again? Leave me hanging like you always do?"

The bitterness in his tone made y/n's chest ache, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "Luke, please. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

"Harder than it has to be?" Luke scoffed, his eyes flashing with hurt and anger. "You're the one making it hard, y/n. You're the one who keeps pushing me away, even though I know you feel something for me. I can see it in the way you look at me, the way you melt into me when we kiss."

He took a step closer, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek. His touch was feather-light, but it burned like a brand against her skin. "Why won't you let me in, y/n? Why won't you give us a chance?"

y/n swallowed hard, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She wanted to tell him everything, to confess all the secrets she'd been keeping locked away in her heart. But the words stuck in her throat, choking her.

"I'm sorry," she said again, her voice cracking. "I have to go."

And with that, she wrenched her arm free of Luke's grasp and fled, pushing through the crowd of partygoers as the tears began to fall. She could feel Luke's eyes boring into her back as she ran, but she didn't dare look back.

She couldn't bear to see the heartbreak on his face, knowing that she was the one who had put it there. She approached Clarke and Mark, their voices grew louder, cutting through the pulsing music and chatter of the party. She could see the tension in Mark's shoulders, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he loomed over Clarke.

"Who is that guy, Clarke? I know you're lying to me. Tell me who he is!" Mark's voice was sharp, his words clipped with barely contained rage.

Clarke, to her credit, looked utterly unfazed. She stood her ground, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared up at Mark with a look of disdain. "When is the right time to leave your ex-girlfriend alone? She doesn't want you, you're crazy."

Mark's face reddened, his nostrils flaring. "I'm not crazy! I just want to know who that guy is. y/n is mine, and I'm not going to let some random dude swoop in and steal her away from me."

y/n's stomach churned at the possessiveness in Mark's voice. She'd broken up with him months ago, but he still seemed to think he had some kind of claim on her. It was one of the reasons she'd been so hesitant to let herself get close to Luke, even though her heart yearned for him.

She stepped forward, putting herself between Mark and Clarke. "Mark, stop. Please. You're making a scene."

Mark's gaze snapped to her, his eyes wild. "y/n! There you are. I've been looking all over for you."

He reached for her, but y/n stepped back, shaking her head. "Mark, we've been over this. We're not together anymore. You need to leave me alone."

Mark's face twisted, a mixture of hurt and anger flickering across his features. "Is this because of him? That guy you were with earlier?"

y/n's heart stuttered in her chest. "Luke has nothing to do with this. We broke up because you were possessive and controlling, and I couldn't take it anymore."

Mark scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, please. You loved it when I took charge. When I made all the decisions for us. You needed me to take care of you."

y/n's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I didn't need you to do anything for me, Mark. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Mark's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer. "Really? Is that why you're running around with some new guy, letting him put his hands all over you? You're just a slut who can't be alone." The words hit y/n like a slap, and she recoiled as if she'd been struck. Beside her, Clarke let out a gasp of outrage.

"How dare you talk to her like that! You're a pathetic excuse for a man, Mark. No wonder she dumped your sorry ass."

Mark's face reddened even further, and for a moment, y/n thought he might actually strike Clarke. But then he seemed to deflate, his shoulders slumping as he took a step back.

"Fine. Whatever. You two deserve each other." He spat the words like venom, his eyes darting between y/n and Clarke. With that, he turned on his heel and stalked away, shoving through the crowd of partygoers. y/n watched him go, her heart racing in her chest.

She felt like she couldn't breathe, like the walls of the room were closing in on her. "y/n? Are you okay?" Clarke's voice was gentle, her hand coming to rest on y/n's shoulder.

…

Luke stood there for a moment, stunned and heartbroken. He couldn't understand why she kept running away from him, why she wouldn't let him in. He thought they had something special, but now he was starting to doubt everything.

As he turned to leave, his shoulders slumped in defeat, he found himself face to face with a tall, broad-shouldered guy he didn't recognize. The guy had a scowl on his face and a glint of something dangerous in his eyes.

"Hey, you," the guy said, his voice low and menacing. "You're the one who was with y/n earlier, right?"

Luke bristled at the accusation in the guy's tone. "Yeah, what's it to you?"

The guy stepped closer, invading Luke's personal space. "I'm Mark, y/n's boyfriend. And I want to know what the hell you think you're doing with my girl."

Luke's eyes widened in surprise, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. y/n had a boyfriend? Why hadn't she told him? Had everything between them been a lie?

Anger set in, hot and fierce. How dare this guy claim y/n as his own, like she was some kind of possession? And how dare y/n lead him on, make him think they had something real, when she was just using him to get back at her boyfriend?

Luke's jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He wanted to punch Mark in his smug face, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain that was tearing through his own heart. But instead, he forced himself to take a step back, to put some distance between them. "No, that's not my girl," he said, his voice cold and flat. "I don't know her."

The words tasted like ash in his mouth, but he forced them out anyway. He wouldn't let Mark see how much this was killing him, wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten under his skin.

Mark's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer. "Good. Because if I ever catch you sniffing around her again, I'll make you regret it."

Luke just shook his head, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. "Trust me, you don't have to worry about that. I'm done with her."

…

y/n hadn't gone far when she heard the confrontation between Mark and Luke. She'd been hiding in a quiet corner of the house, trying to gather her thoughts and calm her racing heart, when their voices had carried over the din of the party.

At first, she couldn't make out what they were saying. But then she heard Luke's voice, cold and harsh, saying "No, that's not my girl. I don't know her."

The words hit her like a physical blow, stealing the breath from her lungs. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, like the ground had opened up beneath her feet and swallowed her whole.

How could Luke say that, after everything they'd been through? After the way he'd kissed her, held her, looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered?

Anger surged through her, hot and fierce. She pushed herself off the wall and stormed towards the two men, her vision tunneling until all she could see was Mark's smug face.

Without a second thought, she hurled herself at him, swinging her fists with wild abandon. She wasn't thinking, wasn't planning, just acting on pure instinct and rage.

Mark stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise as y/n's blows rained down on him. He tried to fend her off, but she was relentless, her anger giving her a strength she didn't know she possessed.

Luke jumped back in shock, his mouth falling open as he watched y/n attack Mark. For a moment, he was frozen, unsure of what to do.

But then Clarke appeared out of nowhere, pushing herself between y/n and Mark. "Stop it, both of you!" she yelled, her hands held out in front of her like a shield. Mark snarled, shoving Clarke aside with a rough push. She stumbled, nearly falling, but managed to catch herself at the last moment.

That was all it took for Luke to snap out of his daze. He lunged forward, grabbing y/n around the waist and hauling her away from Mark. She struggled against him, still swinging her fists, but he held her tight, his arms like steel bands around her.

"Let me go!" she screamed, her voice raw and ragged. "I'm going to kill him!"

But Luke just held her tighter, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. "y/n, stop. He's not worth it."

y/n sagged against him, all the fight draining out of her in a rush. She felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut, like she might collapse if Luke wasn't holding her up.

"Why did you say that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you tell him you didn't know me?"

Luke was silent for a long moment, and y/n felt her heart sink. But then he spoke, his voice soft and sad. "Because I thought you had a boyfriend. I thought you were just using me to get back at him."

y/n's eyes widened, and she twisted in Luke's arms to look up at him. "What? No! Mark's not my boyfriend. We broke up months ago."

Luke's brow furrowed in confusion. "But he said-"

"He's lying," y/n interrupted, her voice fierce. "He's a manipulative, controlling asshole who can't stand the thought of me moving on."

She reached up, cupping Luke's face in her hands. "Luke, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just... scared. Scared of getting hurt again, scared of letting someone in."

Luke's eyes softened, and he leaned into her touch. "I know. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have assumed the worst."

y/n shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "No, you shouldn't have. But I shouldn't have run away, either.” Luke smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners before y/n continued. "Maybe we can start over? Try this whole communication thing again?"

...

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Honeymoon Suite

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!vigilante!reader

Summary: Batman sends you and Dick undercover as newlyweds. At the end of the mission, neither of you want things to change.

Warnings: fluff, possible OOC, brief mentions of insecurity, reader wears a bikini once

Word Count: 2.6k+ words

A/N: Reader is a vigilante but there's no fight scenes or anything, it's more just gathering data for Bruce! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think or if you have any DC requests! :)

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This isn't necessarily Titans!Dick, I just like this gif!

“Since when do you investigate recently paroled convicts?” you ask, looking out over Metropolis. “This seems like more of Clark’s thing. Literally, journalist Clark could do this far easier.”

Bruce sighs, and you smile. You can exhaust him from miles away.

“Because he started in Gotham, and I want to make sure he doesn’t come back,” Bruce answers.

“And I’m still in sunny Superman-city, why? Our boy bought a plane ticket three hours ago.”

“Until he goes to the airport, I want your eyes on him.”

“And then what? He disappears, free to con people who don’t have a Batman?”

“You do it on purpose,” Bruce accuses. “If you’re done asking questions, I’ve got news.”

“Also Clark’s thing,” you quip.

“Never mind. You can stay in Metropolis.”

“You love me, Bats. I’ll stop; tell me.”

“Against our better judgment, we all do.”

You smile, remembering the first night you put on a mask and took to the streets of Gotham. One of your best friends had been permanently altered by Scarecrow toxin, and you were done being scared in your own home. The same week, before you really grasped just how dangerous what you were doing could be, you ran into Robin. Batman wasn’t with him, but you soon met him, too. Robin was your age, reckless, and had a heart-stopping smile, so when he asked you to stay with him, you agreed. Batman reluctantly agreed, likely more interested in getting you off the streets than anything. After a few months, Dick trusted you enough to remove his domino mask, and Bruce sighed as he followed suit. Your relationship with Dick, both in and out of the Robin suit, made you part of two families: The Waynes and the Bats and Birds of Gotham. Every new addition to the family and the team pushed you and Dick closer, and you know what your feelings toward him are, but you have to remind yourself daily that losing him isn’t worth getting it off your chest.

“Still there?” Batman asks.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m here,” you answer quickly, standing as you watch the sun go down.

“There’s going to be a slight detour on your way back.”

“Just tell me it’s somewhere warmer than Gotham,” you joke.

“Much. Nightwing – Dick – will meet you at the airport.”

You want to laugh at the strain in his voice as he says Dick’s name, but your attention catches on another word.

“Airport?”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Welcome to paradise, babe,” Dick greets, pulling you into a warm hug as you walk through the airport doors.

“Thanks,” you murmur, closing your eyes and letting him envelop you completely.

He keeps an arm over your shoulders, leading you to an expensive rental car. After tossing your small bag in the back, he holds your hand over the console, looking into your eyes and smiling.

“I have a question,” he begins. You nod, and Dick’s smile grows. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes widen as you tell yourself that it’s for the mission.

“A thousand times yes,” you answer, watching Dick slide the ring onto your left ring finger.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Your hand remains in Dick’s as he begins driving, your dream life with him coming to life around you.

“I checked in when I got here this morning. The honeymoon suite is nice,” Dick says distractedly.

“Honeymoon suite?” you repeat.

Dick hums, and you lower your gaze from his profile to the ring on your finger. It’s going to be a long few days.

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“Your suitcase is in the closet,” Dick says, leading you into the small cottage with a hand on your back. He sees your confused look and laughs. “I packed a few things for you, I didn’t think you’d have beachwear with you in Metropolis.”

“Thank you.”

Dick lays back on the bed, propping his head up on his hands as he watches you open the closet.

“There’s a white bikini in there that I’m pretty proud of. I think it’s a better choice than you would have made.”

You roll your eyes before looking at the beachy pastels, sundresses, and swimsuits filling the bag. Dick chose things you have always wanted to wear but never felt good enough to buy for yourself. Losing your focus, you finger through the different fabrics, jumping slightly when Dick’s arms wrap around your waist.

“We have dinner reservations tonight, so pick a good one,” he whispers.

“Looks like they’re all good ones.”

“I have excellent taste,” Dick replies with an absent-minded tap to your wedding ring.

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“Good evening,” Dick greets the couple sharing a table with you. He pulls your seat out, keeping his hand in yours as he sits beside you.

“My, you two are just the most handsome couple I’ve ever seen,” the woman exclaims, leaning toward you. “You picked a fine one, didn’t you, dear?”

You glance over at Dick and smile. “I sure did.”

Dick’s thumb runs over your knuckles, and you let yourself go in the act. Losing yourself, you adopt this character of being a wife to the man you’ve loved for years.

As you eat and talk to the other couples celebrating engagements, weddings, and anniversaries, you lean against Dick’s side, playing with his fingers. After one particularly romantic comment about your eyes, you raise Dick’s hand to your lips, kissing the knuckle below his ring. He turns toward you with a big smile, pecking your forehead before pulling you closer. You could get used to this, which is incompatible with an undercover mission.

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The proximity is killing you. Dick is so close that you could touch him, and you do, but you try to show some restraint. You set boundaries long ago, including one stating that you would never kiss one another purely for Batman’s never-ending mission. Your firm position on that boundary wavers more with each moment. This island is doing something to you, and you’re terrified that it will ruin your relationship with Dick.

Every time Dick smiles at you or takes your hand, running his finger over the fake ring on your hand, it’s like a glimpse straight out of your dream life. Right now, reclined on the beach in a bikini of Dick’s choosing, though, the dream falls apart.

“Dick,” you whisper, tapping your shoulder against his chest.

He pulls his hand away from your hair, a flower you didn’t see him pick braided into a small section of your hair.

“There’s our guy,” you mumble after he hums, pointing with your chin.

“He coming toward us?” Dick asks, running a sandy hand over your arm.

“Not right now. If he’s looking for the same kind of victim as in Gotham, we’re going to have to set a trap.”

“How?”

You turn toward him, frowning as you answer, “Get in a fight and let me storm off.”

Dick’s eyes drop away from yours before nodding. “Not yet,” he mumbles. “It has to look real.”

“Dinner?” you ask, brushing his hair back.

His eyes flutter closed as he nods, aware that the social setting will make enough of a scene. That doesn’t mean Dick wants to do it, though, nor is he sure about using you as bait.

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“Do I look okay? This fits weird,” you complain, tugging the white sundress down on the sides.

Dick appears behind you, holding your wrists still as he meets your eyes in the mirror. He pulls your back to his chest, looping his arms over your waist.

“You look beautiful – you are beautiful,” Dick whispers. “So beautiful that I don’t know if I can yell at you.”

“We can change the plan. Pretend like we’ve been arguing all afternoon in private, and I can just choose a moment to storm off,” you offer.

“I don’t want to fight with you at all,” Dick amends.

“Hey.” You turn in his arms, looping yours over his shoulders. “This isn’t real, okay? I will never treat you like this.”

Dick nods, dropping his head to press his forehead against yours.

“Promise?”

You nod, dragging a finger along Dick’s jaw. “I promise.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Yeah,” you mumble, fiddling with the napkin in your lap. “I got it earlier.”

Dick made a passing comment about working with others, glancing toward you at the end, and you took the opportunity to start a fight. The target, Bruce’s con man, is several tables away, but his eyes are on you. Dick’s eyes drop, and you desperately want to cup his chin and apologize.

“Working with women can be hard though,” someone says, continuing the conversation.

“It certainly can,” Dick agrees.

You stand up, silently tossing your napkin onto the table before you walk out. Navigating through the crowded tables, you take a deep breath when you exit and hear footsteps behind you.

“’Scuse me?” he asks.

You slow before you stop, turning toward him and wiping an imaginary tear.

“I’m sorry, I overheard and just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I’m a marriage counselor and I wouldn’t feel right about leaving you here upset.”

“I’m fine, or I will be,” you answer, slightly impressed with how easily he slipped into the lie. “It’s just frustrating to be married, and I wasn’t expecting it to be so different.”

“Marriage counseling is a great option even for newly-weds. I actually have a pay by the appointment service here on the island, if you’re interested.”

“Oh, really? That- actually, yeah, that sounds amazing. What do I need to do?”

“$1,000 cash, up front, and then you can come by anytime.”

“Soliciting for a false business is illegal,” a resort security guard says as he approaches. “I’m going to need to take you to the office for questioning.”

“Really, me? Because her husband looks a lot like the Wayne kid from Gotham, not Gray Todd or whatever he said his name was,” the conman argues. “What about impersonation?”

Dick walks outside just as the security guard looks toward you.

“What’s going on out here?” Dick asks, laying his hand against the small of your back. “Are you okay?” he adds quietly.

You nod and press back against him gently. “This guy was trying to steal our money, apparently.”

“Someone called in a tip that he’s been posing as a marriage counselor,” the security guard fills in. “Though, do you folks have ID?”

Dick removes his fake ID from his wallet, and you’re surprised when he hands one over for you too.

“Your last names aren’t the same, are these up to date?”

“I haven’t gotten my updated license yet,” you answer. “We haven’t been married long.”

“Ask them questions separately and they won’t be able to answer. They’re the con artists, not me!” the conman cries.

“Maybe I should take you two in for questioning too.”

“On what grounds?” Dick asks with an incredulous chuckle. “What would I need to do to convince you we’re married? This is ridiculous!”

You glance over, and a crowd is gathering at the door, so you tap Dick’s side to alert him. He takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“I’d like to speak to your manager in the morning, but for now, are we free to go?”

The security guard also sees the crowd and hesitates before nodding. Dick leads you away and back toward the cottage but pulls you to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“Are you okay?” you ask, looking over his face.

“People are still watching us and we need to keep this up or they won’t believe us,” Dick whispers.

“We’re leaving tomorrow. Does it matter?”

“If they think we’re not really married, they can’t prove anything about our guy. Then we just look like we lied to get a nicer cottage.”

You nod and ask, “So what do we do to prove it?”

Your arms are around Dick, you’re as close as physically possible, so you’re not sure what else you can do to look like you’re in love. Especially considering you are in love with him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers before raising his hand to the back of your neck and kissing you.

He picks you up, a strong arm under your hips as he carries you up the stairs. You grip his shirt at the collar, returning the kiss but refusing to deepen it. As Dick unlocks the door, you drop your head to his shoulder and glance at the dissipating crowd, only a few people left who don’t mind imposing on a private moment.

Once you’re inside and Dick sets you down, he steps back.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know it was the one rule, but I didn’t know what else to do,” he rambles, carding his fingers through his hair. “Sorry.”

You hold a hand up to stop his pacing and shrug. “We had to. It’s fine.”

Dick nods, another whispered apology rolling off his tongue before he offers to let you use the bathroom first. When he steps back, that proximity you thought would break you is taken away, and you realize that is was holding you together all along.

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When you walk out of the bathroom, Dick is staring out the window. The dark beach holds his attention until he stands wordlessly. Then, when Dick returns from the shower, he doesn’t speak to you. Opening your mouth, you want to ask him something, say anything, but he sits at the far side of the king-sized bed and makes himself comfortable with his back to you.

The last few nights, you started on opposite sides of the bed but woke up with Dick’s arm over your waist and both of you in the middle. Those moments are being ripped away from you, though, and you’re not sure why. If it’s the kiss, you told him it was fine. Dick is usually the one ready and willing to talk about this kind of stuff, but he is shutting you out.

Hating the distance and craving his closeness, you whisper, “Are you mad at me?”

The answer is barely audible, a sigh of, “Of course not.”

You breathe a small sigh of relief, moving your hand to the middle of the bed like an olive branch. “Then what happened? I’m really not mad about the kiss, Dick.”

Dick rolls over, his eyes bright in the minimal light of the cottage as he takes your hand (again). “I don’t want this to end,” he confesses.

After contemplating what this could mean, you whisper, “It doesn’t have to.”

Dick sits up, pulling you in, slow and methodical as he kisses you this time. As he pulls you into his lap, you enjoy knowing that there’s no rush or fear or lies behind this, just you, Dick, and the love between you.

“Maybe we should get married,” he mumbles against your lips. “Bruce will pay for a few more days.”

You pull back with a breathless laugh. “And listen to your brothers after they find out you eloped? No thanks.”

“So, you won’t marry me?” Dick asks, looking up at you perched on his legs.

“I’ll marry you as many times as you want, Dick Grayson.”

“Different honeymoon suite each time?” Dick jokes.

You duck your head against his chest as he laughs, gladly letting him hold you close for one more quiet, slow night before you return to Gotham.

“We need to pack, our flight is at 10,” you remind him.

“Don’t forget the white one,” he says against your cheek, leaving kisses along your face.

You are returning to Gotham with something far better than a new bikini or souvenir: Dick Grayson’s love running through your veins and your heart safely in his hold.

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Bonus:

"It worked, Alfred."

"Excellent news, Master Bruce. Perhaps you could be the next to go on a trip and come back with a woman in your life."

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x fem!reader #dc comics x reader #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson fic #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson

[nicohischierz]

he's canadian!: brandt clarke

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"trevor say's you have a boyfriend," your older brother jack barged into your apartment.

you stood to the side and rolled your eyes at him. "welcome in jack! yes, I'm doing great, it's so nice to see you!" you spoke sarcastically.

jack rolled his eyes at you and inspected your living room. he was trying to see if there were any traces of a man.

“is my twin not here?” you asked, looking for luke.

jack nodded “he’s talking to his girlfriend,” he explained.

luke walked into your apartment two minutes later, pulling you into a hug. “lizzie says hi. her, y/n and isla are babysitting saira and having girls night”.

“wait you’re dating lizzie? like jacks best friend lizzie?” you asked.

both your brothers walked into the kitchen and helped themselves to your food before turning to face you.

“we just want to know if he’s good enough for you,” jack assured.

your twin grinned. “i just want to know if i can beat him up,”

you smacked both their hands away and chastised them for stealing your food. luke reached over you and grabbed a cookie from your plate.

“if you guys are here to interrogate me then please leave,” you gestures towards the door.

unfortunately, timing was not your best friend as your boyfriend decided to call you at that moment.

you glanced at your brothers before running to the living room where your phone was. luke tried boxing you out but you ran under his arms while jack tried reaching your phone.

going with your last resort, you throw your slipper at his back causing him to stop. “what the fuck scarlett, that hurt,” he complained.

at that point you didn’t really care. you texted your boyfriend that your brothers were in your apartment and he replied saying he’d meet you after the game in that case.

“this is why i need a sister. you three don’t understand boundaries,” you mumbled.

your words gave luke an idea.

the younger hughes dragged his older brother with a grin that was discomforting. jack was curious as to what his little brother had cooked up in his brain.

“don’t worry scar, rowdy and i won’t bother you again,” he enunciated.

your brother's words didn't really settle in your mind as you walked to your closet. you found one of brandt's sweaters and decided to pair that with a devils beanie to keep your brothers off your back.

the game went smoothly.

the devils won in overtime with your boyfriend scoring a goal along with jack.

you were accompanied by trevor and his girlfriend amelia as you waited for your brothers and alex to walk out.

as soon as jack and luke walked out, they made a beeline to you and told the others that you’d meet them at the restaurant.

“we found out who it is,” jack started.

he was sat in your passenger seat, his whole body turned to you. luke was sat in the middle his body pressed in between yours and jacks seat.

“you don’t know shit,” you called his bluff.

the twenty minute car ride was spent with your brothers claiming they knew who you were dating, without explicitly saying a name or describing any identifying features.

alex had texted saying they were already seated and that they had a last minute addition to the group.

you, jack and luke hadn’t even sat in your seats properly before jack started questioning everyone if they knew who you were dating.

“you. new kid to the group, do you know who she’s dating?” jack asked, pointing at brandt who sat across from him.

brandt chuckled and looked towards his teammate and you. “oh, you were serious? no sorry,” he answered.

under the table, brandt had his hand matched onto yours, holding on for dead life.

“jack, stop scaring the kid,” alex jumped in. he knew if jack found out it would be the end of your relationship and honestly he didn’t mind third wheeling the two of you.

jack squinted at brandt. after confirming that the boy wasn’t a threat he turned to amelia and trevor. “well i’m guessing amelia knows and trevor’s a busy body so he probably found out as well,”

you just rolled your eyes. “why do you want to know so badly jack? i mean you’re working things out with isla, luke is dating lizzie and quinn’s co-parenting with amanda,” you explained.

“because your my little sister,” was his answer.

you were growing angry very quickly as you turned to brandt and kissed his lips. “there. this is my boyfriend brandt, we’ve been dating for ten months and he’s not a piece of shit,”

jack dropped his fork and luke chocked on his water. “what the heck, you’re dating a canadian!” luke yelled.

once again you rolled your eyes. “y/n’s canadian and you love her,” you pointed out.

brandt leaned over and kissed your temple before looking at your brothers. “if it makes you feel any better she keeps rubbing it in my face that usa won world juniors this year,” he added.

luke rolled his eyes at brandt, still bitter over canada’s win in 2023

#brandt clarke imagine #brandt clarke au #trevor x stroll!sister au #islas world #nhl fic #nhl imagines #nicohischierz writes

[bradshawssugarbaby]

"I can't protect you." - with smallville Clark Kent 😇

of course, babe!! xo

Clark frowned as he looked over to you, shaking his head. “You know, babe, I really don’t think going to Seattle is a good idea right now,” he said, furrowing his brows as he lifted his glass of orange juice to his lips, taking a sip of the citrusy liquid.

“And why not, exactly?” You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, anticipating some cheesy response about how you’d miss him too much if you left for a couple of days. “Can’t I just think it’s a bad idea?” He sighed as he set his glass down, shaking his head, “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“What, can we add psychic abilities to your list of weird Kryptonian traits that normal humans don’t possess now?” You retorted dryly, shaking your head in disbelief at his insistence on you skipping your business trip. 

“Very funny.” 

He shook his head, sighing heavily as he looked towards the window, his deep blue eyes staring off into the distance for a moment as he gazed towards the streets of Metropolis below from your fourth floor apartment. You could hear him mutter something under his breath, but instead of asking him to repeat it, you simply shook your head and headed off down the hallway to finish packing. Your flight to Seattle left in the morning and you needed to make sure you had everything together for the three day business trip you were suddenly being sent on. 

As you finished packing your things, pulling the zipper on the suitcase closed strategically to make sure everything you were bringing remained contained inside, you could feel Clark’s gaze fall on you from the doorway. His voice was soft and apologetic as spoke, as if he was trying to come to terms with something and needed you to give him a little slack, even if he didn’t deserve it. 

“I can’t protect you in Seattle.” 

“Protect me?”

“Here, I can generally keep you safe. I’m always literally a moment away from you, I can typically hear if you’re in trouble here, I can make sure nothing harms you in Metropolis. In Seattle though? I can’t do that from here. I can’t keep you safe, and it’s really bothering me,” He nodded slowly, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment and shame as his hand ran through the back of his dark brown hair. 

“Clark,” you sighed, approaching him with outstretched arms, offering a hug as a sign of peace, rather than wanting to challenge him further and argue.

He wrapped his large arms around you tightly, holding you close. You breathed in the smell of his cologne, the woodsy notes mixing with the faint smell of laundry detergent on his t-shirt. He buried his nose into your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo, his hand caressing your back as he held you. You could hear his voice soften further as he hummed into a whisper.

“Promise me you’ll keep in touch? I know I can’t protect you as well there, so I want to know that you’re safe,” He said, a hint of sadness to his voice as he admitted the truth to himself again. It killed him not being able to be your protector all the time, and you knew it. You were willing to call him every thirty minutes if it meant making him feel better about the situation.

“I promise, honey. I’ll text you every chance I get to let you know how things are going, ok?”

“Just…be safe, ok? I know it goes without saying, I know I’m your boyfriend and not your dad, but I just…not being able to protect the people I love…it’s a lot harder than I thought it’d be.”

You leaned up to kiss his lips gently, a passion igniting between the two of you as you kissed. After a few moments, you pulled away breathlessly, your hand resting on his cheek as you smiled at him.

“That’s called being human, sweetheart. I know it’s hard for you, but, it means you’re more like the rest of us than you think you are.” 

Clark nodded his head, his lips curling up into a smile as he laughed softly, “I guess you’re right, it does mean I’m more human than Kryptonian with in this sense, doesn’t it?”

“I’ll be fine. You promise me you won’t sit here worrying for four days?”

“I promise, hun, I’ll try my best not to.”

#clark kent x reader #clark kent x you #clark kent #smallville clark kent #smallville! clark kent x you #smallville! clark kent x reader #smallville! clark x you #smallville! clark x reader #requested #requests are open

[eydi-andrius]

Precarious (Aemond x Reader)

Warnings: aged-up aemond and reader, implied sexual content, dubcon, dark!aemond, possessiveness, explicit language (please tell me if I need to add more)

summary: He told you Lucerys has his eyes on you. You told him he did not. Not because you were naive but rather you know he was a very jealous man.

a/n: this is just a one-shot/drabble. I was highly inspired by @/darkficsyouneveraskedfor Clark Kent's series of drabbles. Ahem.

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“My heart beats for only you, my lady.”

No.

“Have you truly lost your mind? How could you confess when you know you were betrothed?”

Not now, Lucerys. Please, no.

“I- I know. I know. I- You have been my friend for so long. My closest out of all. You have witnessed all of my worst and I- my heart can’t just quell each day and night not telling you my truest feelings. You are beautiful, intelligent and perfect. I have fallen for you for years now.”

His voice seems to echo on the quiet corridor he asked you to meet him. You never thought he would confess. It wasn’t that you hadn't seen the signs. His eyes were far softer, kinder and a truest gentleman whenever you were around but you played the fool and convinced yourself that it was just a love for a friend.

You can’t have this now or you were putting him in danger.

You closed your eyes and swallowed. With lips bitten you breathe in deeply and open your eyes with renewed anger.

“How could you do this to me? Your confession on this public corridor is putting me and you in danger. You know that right? If you truly cared about me, you should have kept your feelings for yourself. Tell me, how about Rhaena?”

A flash of hurt crossed his eyes but it was gone as fast as you saw his jaw thickened with vigor.

“She knew. And I can’t lie to myself about you. I-I want you to come and live with us in Driftmark. Staying in King’s Landing with just yourself worries me. Especially with my uncles here. Please come with me.”

His eyes were full of unshed tears. You knew how much courage it took him to confess and come here to offer you this chance of freedom.

It wasn’t really a surprise when he told you Rhaena knew. They were closed too and you have no doubt that with you not being by his side anymore, due to his betrothal with her, she will be his new confidant.

The offer was rather tempting. Oh! How you wish you can get away from this place. Away from your responsibilities and away from HIM.

But you know you can’t.

You are not your own anymore. A daughter has no choice.

And he is watching.

A shiver ran down your spine and you swallowed the fear bubbling inside of you. With great regret you hold Lucerys hand and stare at his eyes with sadness.

Oh, his hands were so cold.

“I can’t and you know it. I- I always admire the power your mother has as a lady who will sit on the iron throne someday and lead us all as our Queen. However, I can’t fool myself into thinking that we were the same. I have no choice about myself. A lady has no say about her life. I- I am truly thankful for your love and I am sorry that our lives became like this. Oh Lucerys!”

Tears ran down your eyes when he hugged you without letting you finish what you were saying.

This action had awakened a fear that always had its head out but never mentioned. Your heart knows that this will be a goodbye to what you two have.

A truest and innocent love for each other no matter what type of love it is.

Time seems to pass as you two hugged each other in the dark but you know eventually you have to let go. So you did.

Lucerys hugged you tighter when he felt your arms slowly move out of the hug. This farewell has been set out the moment you befriended the prince. You know that this will never last. The tension happening regarding the throne and the princess children's legitimacy will always hang above their crowns. There is no way that you can live happily and eventually love the young prince on your own terms and time.

It is impossible to even dream of it.

Only a fool would believe such fantasy.

“No matter what happens, I am still your friend. We might be apart and my feelings will probably be a bother but you know our friendship is far more a treasure to me than anything else’s in this place.” He is holding your arms now. Staring sadly, deeply at your eyes as he said his final words.

All you could give him was a nod though and a final hug.

His footfalls echo as he walks away. The sound leaves a hole into your heart. Shattering the final defense, the final strength you were holding onto throughout the days that you have to endure the one-eyed prince.

Your body went rigid when you felt his arms clasp you from behind. He put his chin on your shoulders tenderly, like a lover, like he always does these days when he caught you alone and unguarded.

He never ever makes a sound whenever he comes for you.

He fancy himself a predator catching his prey each time he meets you.

“Hmm.. I told you, he likes you.”

He said, rather fondly, as he plants kisses on your exposed neck.

You closed your eyes and removed his arms around you. You walk past him not knowing where exactly you wanted to go. This is all too much for a day and you just want a little bit of reprieve from these events.

“I do not understand what irks your ire. Many maidens will kill just to have a prince confess their love to them.”

You know why.

You bite your finger as you try to walk faster to get away from him. A habit you were doing lately as your life went down for worse than it's been.

Your mind never even register the pain as your teeth tore through the skin. The only moment you realize you were biting too much was when the coppery taste of blood touched your tongue.

A yelp went out of your mouth when he forcefully grabbed the finger you were biting into. You were so in your head that you didn’t notice that he was already ahead of you.

“I told you not to do this. It breaks my heart whenever you hurt yourself.”

“What exactly do you want from me?” You asked exasperatedly.

He frowned, as if offended. His eyes turned sharper and darker. Something was brewing behind those orbs. Something you were familiar with before he loses his control.

A whine left you as he held your hand tighter. All the efforts you try to retrieve your hands faltered when you recognized how this would go.

“I had paid the price for what I asked of you that night so you can’t haunt me still! Leave me for good!”

The heaves that wrack your body was inhuman as you fear for worse for talking back to him.

But it's too late now. So you put all of your strength on your arms and yanked his hold off you.

You tried to walk past him again when you successfully pulled out your hand. But this time, he grabbed your arm and bent down to look closely at your face.

You can feel his hot breath fanning your face as yours stopped from how close he was.

“Do you truly think a night was enough for what I did for you?”

“You became mine the moment you stepped foot in my chambers to ask for my help. You were mine the moment you removed your dress in front of me and put my cock inside your mouth. And all and everything of yours is mine the moment I left my seed inside of your womb. A lady with a stature as yours shouldn’t be oblivious. You may be carrying my child right now. Hmm.. I wonder what the bastard Luke will say if he finds out that his love gave up her honor to begged me on her knees on the night of his name day. That would be a wonderful story to tell. Don’t you think so?”

Fresh tears run down your eyes. The sadness you felt earlier for losing a friend changed into distress.

A daughter truly has no choice.

You felt his lips touch yours bruisingly. The precarious hope inside your mind is gone with the wind as you close your eyes and succumb to his power.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x you #prince aemond #aemond fic #hotd #hotd fanfic #drabble #hotd fic #house of the dragon #house targaryen #house of the dragon aemond

[cardierreh15]

So Anxious

Another story for Kinktober! (Again I’m not really following a list lol I’m doing my own thing) Enjoy babies 🤎🧡

***I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Cursing , Alcohol Consumption, Dry Humping , Fingering , Smut , Alien/Human Sex , Praise Kink , Dirty Talk , Role Playing (Superman & Goddess) , Suggestive Behavior/Dancing

Pairings: Clark Kent x Cardíerre James (Nicki Minaj)

Description: Cardíerre & Clark throw a Halloween Party!

Word Count: 3.8K

Song(in order): Water by Tyla , So Anxious By Ginuwine

One Shot

Cardierre sighed heavily as she looked down at her watch. She grumbled to herself as she pulled the sandwich tray out of the refrigerator, ‘Where the hell is he?’ Clark wasn’t the type to be unpunctual. He was pretty good with time.

She couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he was concerned about his costume. But she assured him that he didn’t have to show up with a costume. After all, this was just as much his party as it was hers.

Her phone chimed on, alerting her that her guests were now arriving. Putting her worries to the side for just a moment, she clapped her hands together, jumping up and down in excitement.

‘One second!’ She rushed to the downstairs half bathroom and adjusted her cleavage in her bra and her skirt.

The doorbell rang once before she practically ran to the front door. Unlocking the door, she pulled it to the side in a hurry with a happy grin on her face. She was hoping it was Clark, but in fact the complete opposite. She raised a brow, perplexed about this unexpected arrival.

‘Bruce? What the hell are you doing here?’ He wore a regular black tailored suit with a trench coat. Nothing out of the ordinary from him. She should’ve expected that.

Her close friend stepped from the side of the house with a devious grin. She was dressed up as Mystique from X-Men. Painted down to every detail and every accessory, she put Jennifer Lawrence to shame. ‘Now why would you think we’d pass this up hmm?’

Cardi screamed happily as she extended her arms before the girls embraced in a warm hug. It had been quite some time since they’ve all seen one another. She was residing in Gotham still and since Cardi’s promotion, it was hard to take some time off to go see her closest friends.

‘Oh my god! I’m so glad you guys were able to make it! I was preparing for the worst out here!’ She giggled before looking over at Bruce and raising a brow, ‘You couldn’t get him to dress up at least?’

‘I tried. Trust me.’ Helena giggled as she gave Bruce a gentle elbow at his arm.

‘Wishful thinking. He’s been like this since we’ve been kids. Come on! Go inside and make yourself at home!’ She stepped to the side and smiled even wider when a few more guests walked up her walkway.

Stepping out of the way completely, she told everyone to make themselves comfortable and that they could help themselves with all the snacks she’d made and had catered for them.

Standing on the porch, she let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her watch once again. It was 7:45PM. He was extremely late.

Rolling her eyes, she stormed back into her house to see that the party was in full swing. People from her job, old and new friends were making conversation with one another. This was all going so well and it was so perfect. She was just missing her most important piece. Her man.

Helena walked over to her, her head falling to the side as she noticed that something wasn’t right about the place. But with the somber look on her friend’s gorgeous face, it immediately clicked. ‘Hey, where’s Clark?’

Cardierre sighed and shrugged her shoulders, ‘I don’t know, Lena. It’s 10 til and he hasn’t shown up yet. What if the bad guys got to him? And I’m here helpless…’

‘What? Girl, ain’t nobody snatching Clark big ass off of the streets. He’s built like a goddamn tank and not to mention… There's something about him that stands out from everyone else. Ain't no way they’d pick him.’

She scoffed at the joke, trying not to laugh but she was right. ‘Yeah… He is a big guy ain’t he? Ion know I just know he’s not irresponsible like this. I know he said he didn’t like his costume but.. It’s not that deep. Hell, I don’t even know what the costume looks like!’

‘Well, you know men. They’re probably harder on themselves than anyone else. You see the shit didn’t work with Bruce.’ Helena jerked her chin towards Bruce who stood secluded in the far right corner of the room by the kitchen, ‘That fool gave me the ultimatum of not going if I forced that Magneto costume on him.’

The girls cackled with one another for a second. ‘Here. Where’s your phone? Go call him? It is the last Saturday before Halloween. There’s a ton of parties being thrown and he is probably just sitting in traffic.’

She let out a gentle sigh and nodded, ‘Yeah. You’re right girl. I’ll go call him now.’

As soon as she picked up her phone another Ring camera notification chimed on her phone. She opened it up to see a tall being pacing back and forward by the garage. They sported a huge black cape. She assumed that it was another guest who probably got lost or was just nervous as hell to walk into the party. Perhaps they thought they’d look ridiculous!

They couldn’t have been that bad. There was the Scarecrow from The Wiz here, Mystique, Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat, A Mickey & Minnie Mouse…And about a dozen more characters. And then there was Bruce… dressed as… Bruce.

No one could look as ridiculous as he did in this moment. Sticking out like a sore thumb.

She placed her phone down before she walked towards the front door. When she walked out to the porch deck, she took a deep breath and walked to the right side where the individual was standing there like a statue. ‘Hey! You know the party is on the inside right? Why don’t you come inside! We have beer, liquor, food,... candy?’

He didn’t speak for a long moment before slowly turning around to face her. ‘Cardi.’

Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. ‘Clark!? Baby, is that you?!’ She quickly rushed off of the deck and stopped in her tracks. She took in the moment to really drink him in.

‘Well…’ He said as he extended his arms for her to get a good look at him. ‘What do you think?’

Other than the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous, she couldn’t understand why he looked so much like the one the world knew as Kal-El. She couldn’t even explain the enthrallment she felt for him at this moment. Just swooning like a teenage girl admiring her crush.

Completely speechless.

‘I knew it. I look ridiculous.’ Clark sighed as he placed one hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head.

‘What?! What? Baby, baby no!’ She rushed over to him. ‘You just… you look just like him.’ She snaked her arm around his small waist as she reached up to cup his jaw. ‘You look amazing.’ Cardi grinned before her happy brown eyes studied his eyes for a second before they drifted down to his chest. There sat that infamous “S” but in silver.

‘Since when did Superman wear black? Where did you even get this?! Is this the costume you were so concerned about?!’ She asked in wonder.

Clark was shaken out of his thoughts with her voice. He looked down at his chest as she traced the intricate detailing of the letter. It even felt familiar. ‘As far as I know… he doesn’t. But actually I…’ he paused for a second, ‘I had a friend make this for me.’

Perhaps he called his father his friend.

‘Well, it’s beautiful. And Unique! Most certainly puts that Bright blue to shame. I bet if he were here, he’d probably try to shake you up for it.’ She giggled.

‘Probably.’ Clark laughed as he reached his hand behind her head; his fingers getting lost in her blown out hair. His other hand rested on her hip. ‘You look absolutely irresistible right now. I think it might be a little harder to focus with all these people around tonight.’ His grin remained.

‘Oh? Are we playing a little game?’

‘It can be whatever you want it to be, baby.’

Cardi bit into her glossed bottom lip before she pulled his face down to meet her in a tantalizing kiss. Slipping her tongue into his warm mouth, she welcomed his in return as they held onto one another a little bit tighter.

Then, when she broke the kiss, she let out a deep breath before letting out a giddy giggle. ‘C’mon.’ She said as she grabbed his hand and started walking backwards, ‘We can’t keep our guests waiting.’

Once inside of the party, all eyes were on him.

Bruce stood up straight, his stormy blue eyes damn near popping out of his head, ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

Helena looked up from pouring two glasses of Pink Whitney and lemonade to see Cardi and Clark walking into the party. A huge grin of happiness curled on her face but also, she was admiring how amazing his costume looked.

She walked up to the both of them, ‘Wooow. Damn Clark! How much are they paying you at the Planet?! That’s a good lookin’ costume there.’ She grinned as she took a sip of her drink.

‘Thanks– Helena. Since you're here, I’d assume Bruce has come too, yes?’

‘Mmmhmm. He’s over there in the corner hidin’ like a Bat in a cave. You should go speak to him.’

Clark’s eyes landed on Bruce who was staring at him with a “BE FUCKING SERIOUS” glare written all over his face. ‘I’ll go say Hi. He doesn’t look like he’s having a good time. Maybe I should cheer him up.’ He looked down at Cardi, ‘Be good.’ He winked.

‘No promises!’ Cardierre grinned as she watched him walk off to be with his friend. A smile plastered on her face like the joker. She was so infatuated! It was as if what she was sad about earlier never even mattered.

Helena stared at her friend for a second before looking over at Clark. ‘Well, what happened?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean did you scold him about being late?’

‘No. I’m not his mother, Lena.’ She sighed softly before continuing, ‘It was exactly what I thought it was. The costume. He swore up and down that he looked ridiculous.’

‘What? Ridiculous? Do you not see your man?!’ Both of the girls looked over at Clark talking to Bruce. Yeah, they were gawking.

‘Are those all his muscles?!’ Helena asked curiously, squinting her eyes trying to better her vision.

Cardi’s mouth fell as she tried not to laugh before slapping her friend on the arm, ‘Yes! They are! As far as I know anyway.’ She giggled.

Helena giggled as she held the second cup out towards her, ‘Here. You drink this. It’ll take for me to shove this cup down Bruce’s throat for him to drink this mess.’

‘Thanks.’ Cardi giggled before taking a big gulp of the strong drink.

After a little while longer, the party was jumping and thumping! People were all around, dancing, singing, eating– having the time of their lives! Clark and Bruce pretty much stayed glued to one another’s hips the whole night. All until Cardierre got a little bit looser than usual.

Water by Tyla started playing and she began to let the music take over her body. She was dancing with Helena, rocking and grinding her hips with her friend. And once she caught Clark’s atlantic blue eyes staring at her through the crowd, she placed her hands on her body and began to caress herself.

Helena decided to turn up the notch to make Clark lose his mind. She took the water bottle off the bartop and poured it down Cardierre’s back and her chest. ‘WHOOOOO!’ The guests began to cheer as she rolled and rocked her hips like a belly dancer.

‘AYO CLARK! COME GET YA GIRL!’

Clark and Bruce watched closely as the scene unfolded before them. Clark reached out and carefully grabbed Bruce’s shirt, ‘Control yourself… Your woman is here.’

Cardi laughed happily as she and her friend gave one another a high five. She then skipped off to the kitchen to make herself another drink. They ran out of plastic cups so that would require her to go in the pantry.

She pulled the door open and walked inside to grab the unopened container of cups. When she turned back around, Clark was standing at the door with his big, sturdy arms folded across his chest. His head was cocked to the side, eyes wandering her body that was covered in a thin sheet of water with a few drops here and there.

‘I know what you’re doing and you’re not going to get away with it, Cardierre.’

Ooh! Her government! He meant business.

‘I-I don’t know what you mean, Clarky-Pooh.’ She gave him a goofy grin. ‘Now, can you get out my way so I can tend to our guests?’ She carefully pushed past him. But not before he could grab her by her arms and pull her back into his brawny frontside.

She gasped at the sudden movement, looking up at him as he pressed his hardened member against her back. He looked down at her with a slightly amused look on his face, ‘Do you see what you’re doing to me? Ever since I saw you tonight I’ve been thinking about bending you over that dining room table.’

Cardi giggled as she licked at her lips, ‘Baby, not in front of the guests.’ she pressed her ass against him once more and grind her hips on him, ‘I’m sure you can wait til the party’s over…’ She stopped, ‘Right?’

Clark closed his eyes, letting out a frustrated grunt before his forehead rested on top of her head. ‘Yes..’ He sighed as he released his hold on her. ‘I can wait. Go ahead and do your thing. Let me adjust myself.’ He let out an embarrassed sigh as he stepped into the pantry and closed the door.

Letting out an evil laugh, she walked back to the central area of the party to see Bruce and Helena getting well acquainted on the dancefloor. She smiled softly, so happy to see both of her close friends developing a relationship. She thought it was cute.

Shortly after, she felt Clark place his hand on her hip before placing a cute little kiss on her cheek then her head. ‘Are you having a good time baby? Was it everything you expected it to be?’

She smiled softly and looked up at him, ‘And more. Our first Halloween party and everybody looks like they are having a wonderful time. Most of all though,’ She turned around to face her lover, ‘I’m glad you’re here.’

‘Yeah?’ Clark smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, ‘Well what you gonna do to make use of my presence?’

‘Why should I tell you when I can just show you?’ She raised a brow with a dark, drunken smirk.

Clark looked away, letting out a chuckle before looking down at her once again, ‘Alright. That’s it.’ And he quickly scooped down, wrapped his arms around her thighs and threw her over her shoulder.

‘AHHH! CLARK!’ Cardi giggled out loud before he landed a smack on her ass.

‘Hush!’ He exclaimed as he walked out of the kitchen and walked through the crowd.

Bruce and Helena watched as Clark carried Cardi across the room.

‘Oh! Everyone! Enjoy the party! Just got to have a conversation with my woman in the bathroom!’

Cardi laughed as she gave the room a thumbs up.

***

Clark placed her down on the sink before he walked over and locked the door. Slowly turning to look at her as she adjusted herself on the sink. ‘I’ve warned you already. Why do you insist on teasing me all night mama? How is that fair?’

‘Because I think it’s funny. Plus, I wanted to see how long Superman can go before he loses his shit over me.’ She grinned as she slowly spread her thighs.

‘Well it didn’t take long now did it? You got what you wanted. Now it’s my turn.’ He said darkly as he closed in the gap and stood between her thighs. ‘Goddammit. I’m an lucky son of a bitch huh?’ He growled as his large hands caressed her thick smooth thighs.

‘More like blessed… Now, stop talking and give me a kiss daddy.’

Clark grinned as he placed another animalistic kiss upon her lips. His hands desperately reached up the sides of her thighs and tugged at the hips of her panties then dropped them to the ground. He reached between her thighs as he broke the kiss, resting his fingertips on her erected nub, ‘You’re warm and wet… are you ready for me? You think you can handle me, Goddess?’

She grinned darkly, her eyes glaring at him with pure desire, ‘What’s a man to a God?’

He chuckled seductively, ‘I figured you’d say that.’ And he shoved his middle and ring finger inside of her. Easily finding a warm and cozy home there as he curled them upwards.

‘Fuuuck.’ Her head fell back against the mirror as she felt her body grow numb with pleasure. ‘Yes, Superman!’

He used his free hand to pull her top down, exposing her pretty perky breasts. Not wasting another second, he quickly wrapped his lips around her nipple.

‘Shiiit.’

Clark was so damn hard he could probably cut through rocks. But the way he was going to use her… he was going to have to ask his Lord and Savior to forgive him.

‘Aaaah, fuck Clark you’re gonna make me cum.’ She gripped the edge of the sink for stability. She began to heave and hiccup as her body began to succumb to his magic.

‘Ooh already little Goddess?’ He hissed through his teeth as he rubbed at her G-spot faster, coaxing her orgasm out of her. He then used his thumb to rub her clit with the pad of his thumb. He groaned against her soft, supple tits.

‘OH! FUCK!’ she exclaimed before she placed her hand over her mouth, watching as he practically stole her orgasm from her. But she wasn’t mad.

He smirked as he pulled her hand down away from her face, ‘Goddesses deserved to be heard.’ He reached behind himself and unzipped his suit, pushing it down to his knees. He was standing at full attention for her. ‘Don’t you agree?’

Finally coming down from her powerful orgasm, she let out a shuddered sigh and nodded, ‘I do agree.’

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her down from the sink, turned her around and placed her knee on the cool porcelain. He moved the skirt from off of her and smooth his hand over her ass. He then landed a hard smack against her rump.

‘OOP!’ Cardi giggled and looked back at her lover. ‘Is Superman going to show me that brute strength?’

Clark smirked and grabbed his member, ‘Is that what the Goddess wants?’ He pressed the tip of his member against her honeyed slit and began to sink her hips into her.

Cardi let out a sharp gasp as she embraced his length. Her head fell back to look up at him as he bottomed out into her. ‘Augh! Uh-huuuh.’ She breathed out, clenching her teeth together as she braced herself for the work he was about to put on her.

He grabbed her jaw, as he leaned down and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He began to roll his hips into her at a slow and steady rhythm. He hummed against her lips as his free hand reached up to grope at her breast.

She moaned into his mouth as he began to pick up the pace and adjust the rhythm of his hips. When she broke the kiss, she kept her eyes on him as her brain tried to keep up with the pleasure her body was enduring. ‘Gods baby! You feel so fucking good!’ She gritted through her teeth as she leaned forward to grip the sink better.

‘Yeah? Damn you’re so fucking tight baby. Ugh, you take me so fucking well.’ He groaned as he landed another smack on her ass before placing his massive hands on her small waist for stability.

‘UGH! Fuck! Oooh you’re gonna make me cum already! Hoooh my goood! Yessss!’ Her walls began to spazz and throb around his member; making it tighter for him and more sensitive for her. She gripped the sink tightly as her orgasm began to rock her from her core.

Clark laughed crudely, taunting her as he fucked her through her orgasm, in turn doubling the pleasure she had from the previous one. ‘Look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful baby. Such a good little Goddess for me?’

‘Yes! I’m a good little Goddess daddy! Ugh, fuck!’

‘That’s my little Goddess.’ He reached forward and gripped her hair, pulling her back towards his torso. ‘You think you were just going to wear that costume and not get punished for it?!’ He growled in her ear as he plunged into her harder and faster.

Unfortunately for Cardi, she was practically wheezing as he went in on her. Taking deep breaths and groans, her mouth felt like cotton. ‘N-no!’ She mewed out like a kitten. It felt so goddamn good, and she just knew the after care would be immaculate.

‘I can’t hear you little Goddess.’ He huffed in her ear, ‘You’re gonna have to speak up for me!’

‘NO! CLARK! PLEASE! DON’T STOP, PLEASE!’ she begged as she reached back and dug her pointy nails into his muscular thigh.

He wrapped his strong arm around her waist, hiding his face in her shoulder as he felt his own milky orgasm sneaking up on him too. ‘Fuck. Does Superman’s little Goddess want him to breed that pretty little pussy?’ He then bit into her shoulder gently.

‘Yes! Please, please Kal-El! Fill me up!’

There was something about her calling him by his Kryptonian name that just turned him on so much more. Perhaps it was the way her southern accent rolled with it. It just sent him on a quick downward spiral. His hips bucked sloppily as he began to tense up. ‘Ugh!’ he gritted his teeth together as he held her body close to his, emptying all of himself into her. ‘Uhhhh fuck!’ His thighs trembled, his knees buckled.

Cardi let out a heavy breath as her body relaxed against his. ‘Fuck.’ Then, she looked back at him with a drunken smile spread across her lips. ‘I fucking love you.’ She laughed.

‘No more than I could possibly love you Little Goddess.’ He chuckled tiredly as he placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

***

After the couple freshened themselves up and put themselves back together, they walked down the stairs to rejoin the party. It almost seemed as if they weren’t missed because the party was still full of life!

Clark and Cardi shared one more kiss before splitting up. He went to hangout with Bruce as she went to grab a bottle of water from the cooler.

‘Well if it ain’t Mr. And Mrs. “Mink, Mink, Mink”.’ Helena walked up with her hands on her hips, ‘You know I heard yall loud and clear right? Hell, most of the party did.’

‘Oh.’ She giggled and gave her an apologetic smile, ‘I’m sorry but, you can do whatever you wanna do when it’s your house.’ She teased.

‘I knew your ass would say something so asinine.’ Lena retorted, ‘Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. Who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again after tonight.’

‘Sounds like a plan to me.’

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[sjhhemmings]

Welcome Home

jeff clarke x fem!reader

a/n: hiii let me know if u guys enjoyed this. i got this idea when i was rewatching szn 2 of chicago fire and it got to the plot line where his wife left him after he came home from deployment. heart literally shattered :(( i’ve had this idea for a couple days now and i was inspired, sue me. ily guys, make sure you like, reblog, and do all that jazz to support your writers. hugs and kisses to you all, happy christmas season to those who celebrate 🎉❤️💚

warnings: swearing, fluff, kissing, anything i missed.

Working a 12 hour shift the night before your husband comes home from a year and a half long deployment wasn’t your first choice.

Originally he was supposed to be home after 8 months, but then his contract was extended to 10 months. Then extended again to 12, then finally extended to another 6. Each phone call broke your heart worse than the last. There was nothing you wanted more than to see your husband again. Especially on the hard days when the only thing that got you through was the thought that your husband will be home soon.

3 weeks ago on the dot you got a phone call. Your heart shattered. You were certain that he was going to call and tell you his contract got extended another 2-6 months and that you wouldn’t be able to see him again.

*3 weeks ago*

With tears already building in your eyes and your heart in your throat you answer the phone with a shakey hello.

“Hi Baby! I uh, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Clarke’s voice was initially excited then dropped then second he heard the heartbreak in your voice.

“Oh, nothing. I just miss you is all.” Finally letting out a sob after the last sentence, you truly couldn’t stop the tears.

“Hey, hey, I miss you too. Everything will be okay. I just got some good news actually.”

“Oh yeah?” You say sniffling with a little more hope into the phone.

“Yeah, I just talked to my sergeant and he said I get to come home at the end of this month.”

The second you heard those words leave his mouth, you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. Time stood still. God had finally answered your prayers.

“Baby?” He asked after about 30 seconds of silence from your end.

“Yeah, yes, I’m here. I’m just-“ You cut yourself off with a choked sob. The amount of ecstasy you’re feeling right now is truly overwhelming.

“I know, I feel the same way.” He says with his voice cracking also.

“So, do you have an exact date? That you’ll be home?” You ask more composed after collecting yourself for a few seconds.

“Sarge is thinking about 3 weeks, but no later than 5.” He says a little more excited now.

“Jeff, I, I don’t even know what to say right now. I love you so much.”

“I know baby, I love you too. I actually have to go, Sarge is calling me right now, I’ll see you when I get home,”

“Yes, go, you’re fine. I’ll see you when you get home.” You say with a little giggle hanging up the phone because it’s almost too good to be true.

*Present Day*

Now you’re here, rushing around your house to get ready. You got home at 3 AM last night after an emergency trauma surgery at med. Of course it ran long, and of course you were supposed to be up and ready by 7 to see your husband finally come home.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You mumble to yourself as your looking for your other earring, and left shoe simultaneously in your cluttered house.

Fuck that was another thing you should’ve done. He hasn’t been home in almost two years and now he’s coming back to a dirty house.

Once you’ve finally found your other shoe, and your earring, you face yourself in your bathroom mirror and take a breath. Touching up your hair and buffing out a few things with your makeup, you’re ready.

You grab your purse and begin to walk to your door when the bell rings. Opening it hastily because you literally need to leave right now, you drop your purse at the sight.

“Y/N,” is all he says before you quite literally pounce on him. You wrap your arms tightly around his neck, and your legs around his waist. He holds your body up securely and with ease with one arm while the other combs through your hair.

You’ve imagined this moment for months now. What you would say, what you would do, how you would even greet him again? But all of that planning went out the window the second he stood in front of you again.

After maybe two minutes of you now sobbing all of your freshly done makeup off onto his shoulder, you pull your head back and cup his face in your hands. He lets you down to hold your face the same way. You couldn’t believe it. Right now, you’re staring deeply into the love of your life’s eyes. You two months ago would’ve never guessed this is where’d you be now. It’s almost too good to be true.

“You’re real right? I’m not dreaming?” You whisper with your faces barely inches apart.

“I’m real, you’re not dreaming.” He says both of you giggling at the butterflies swarming between you.

You weren’t going to lie, all of this time apart had you worried the two of you had changed. That when he came back nothing between you would be the same. That he wouldn’t be the same person who left. But after 5 minutes of him being back, you know that even if anything did change, he’s still the love of your life.

A little nervous to make a move you stay frozen with your faces just inches apart. You don’t know why, he’s your husband. You shouldn’t be nervous like you’re 12 years old on the middle school playground afraid to hug your crush.

Your eyes glanced maybe one to many times between his eyes and his lips and you watched his do the same, you slowly move your face in, slightly afraid of rejection, you grin just a bit as you notice he’s moving his face closer too.

The second your lips touched it was a slow and delicate kiss.

You moaned into his lips as you could feel more tears streaming down your face. This was the thing you craved most while he was gone. Just being able to kiss your husband after work. If it were up to you, neither of you would work again and you would just stay at home together forever. The passion and fire setting through your body grew.

Jeff ended up pulling away leaving you wanting more. You look up into his eyes through your hooded lashes trying your best to make sure this was real and not a dream.

“Let’s go inside.” He finally mutters through heavy breathing making your eyes light up. You walk backwards pulling him in as he’s grabbing his duffle bag with one hand and the other around your waist.

Shutting the door with his foot, he rips his shirt off making you truly question how sane you look right now. All you want to do right now is devour this man, but you hold yourself back as you admire his abs. Okay, maybe having a marine for a husband isn’t that bad.

“Are you just gonna stand and stare, or are you going to do something about it?” He asks seductively.

You chuckle at his challenge and walk toward him rubbing your hands down his chest.

“I could stare at this all day, baby.” You say now turning around also stripping your shirt off.

“You know what? No more games.” He finally says turning you around and carrying you over his shoulder into your shared bedroom.

Once you’ve finished having the best, most magical, passionate sex of your life, you’re laying tangled with your husband under the sheets never leaving if that were a choice.

“Abstinence was not for the weak.” You mutter as you listen to his heartbeat with your head on his chest.

“I know baby, you’ve been a good girl for me though, right?” He adds with a hint of worry on the last word.

“Always,” You whisper looking up at him and capturing his lips. “Welcome home”.

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[dccomicsimagines]

A Day With Dad - Batfamily x Reader

Requested by Anon - Now what would really be cute, is Batman bringing his youngest (male reader) to the watchtower for the first time? The league is shocked! Bruce is just like the meme, what’s that?, it’s a smoothie

Author’s Note - This takes place during Dick’s time as Robin. It made the most sense to me. 

***

In the deep darkness of sleep, Bruce could almost hear little footsteps running down the hall. At the sound of his bedroom door opening, Bruce burst through the surface of conscious. Fast footsteps ran to his bed before he heard a jump. 

Opening his eyes, Bruce held up his arms only to catch a ball of endless energy in the form of you. Bruce smiled as you belly laughed. “I told Alfred you were awake,” you said. Bruce held you above him.

Bruce hummed softly. He slowly brought you down onto his chest. His ribs ached slightly, having been cracked the night before by a mugger’s lucky hit. 

“Dad, do you know what today is?” You smiled cheekily, snuggling close. 

“Wednesday.” Bruce hugged you to him. He kissed the top of your head as you groaned.

“Daaaaaaad.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

Bruce felt a smile tug on his lips. “Is it my birthday?”

An adorable pout appeared on your face. “No.” 

Bruce ran his fingers through your messy hair. You were still in your pajamas. He wondered if he could get you to nap with him. “Christmas?”

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.” You reached up to mush his cheeks together. “Stop teasing.” 

Bruce reached up to pull your hands away from his face. “I think I remember.” He smiled at you, his heart bursting from joy. “Let’s see...is it our special day?”

“Yes!” You bounced on his chest excitedly. Bruce grabbed your hips and lifted you off him to save his ribs. “And Alfred said we can do anything!”

“Anything huh?” Bruce tensed slightly. Of course, Alfred would tell you that. That way, Bruce couldn’t use Alfred’s disapproval as an excuse. He held in a sigh, but he had to admit, the excitement sparkling in your eyes made it worth losing a day of sleep and work. 

You snuggled into his side. “First thing is breakfast in bed.” You grinned at him. “Alfred is going to bring it up. Fresh strawberries with cream and waffles.” You licked your lips, eyes wide. Bruce chuckled, holding you close.

“Sounds great.” He ruffled your hair, making you laugh. Bruce oddly thought it would be a good day.

***

Bruce stood at the bottom of the stairs when he saw you barrel down in a Batman sweatshirt. If he remembered right, Dick gave that to you on your birthday. Of course, Bruce wasn’t thrilled, but it was your day. You could wear what you wanted. 

At least you were wearing his symbol and not Clark’s. Bruce had to hold back the glare that almost crossed his face. 

“Dad, are we taking the Corvette?” You hopped down the last step and hugged his leg. “Can I drive?”

“Yes, to the Corvette, no to driving.” Bruce ruffled your hair, smiling at how your little nose wrinkled. “Not until you’re sixteen anyway.”

You pushed his hand away. “I have the day planned.” You went into your pocket and pulled out a flyer. “First we go to Skyzone.” Bruce took the flyer, studying the image of wall to wall trampolines. “Then we’ll go to lunch, then the zoo so we can see the baby elephant.” You smiled up at Bruce cutely. “After we’ll come home for a movie night. Dick said he’d be home in time to join us.” Dick was with the Teen Titans for the week. Bruce didn’t really approve, but relented as long as Dick kept his identity from them.  

Bruce blinked. “The car is outside and running, Master Bruce,” Alfred said with a smile. You cheered, running toward the front door. 

“Alfred, what have you done to me?” Bruce mumbled to him once he knew you were out of earshot. 

“You’ll be fine, Master Bruce. It is good for Master (Y/N) to have a day with undivided attention from his father.” Alfred crossed his arms and gave Bruce the coldest glare he had ever seen. Bruce swallowed. “Master (Y/N) has been talking about this day nonstop for two weeks.”

Bruce held up his hands. “Okay, okay.” Bruce stepped around Alfred somewhat nervously. “We’ll have fun and see you tonight.” He hurried out where you were waiting impatiently by the Corvette. “Ready?”

“Yes!” You jumped in a circle, barely containing your excitement. Bruce couldn’t help, but smile back at you.

***

Bruce raised an eyebrow as you played with the Robin figure you got in your Bat-Mite meal. BatBurger was crowded for this time of day. He nibbled on a fry and glanced around. The idea that he had a fast food restaurant named after him was still bizarre. 

“Dad, do you think Dick will want my Robin figure?” You looked up at him, smiling brightly. The trampoline park had been an excellent experience. Bruce actually was considering constructing a mini trampoline park in the cave for training purposes. You were able to get some of your endless energy out too.

“Maybe, but I think he’d prefer for you to have it.” Bruce folded his arms on the table. “Finish your burger, (Y/N).” 

You put Robin down and took another bite of your burger. Bruce glanced at his phone, frowning when the Justice League alert pinged. He tapped the button and sighed as it informed him Superman called an emergency meeting. 

“What’s happening?” Your smile fell. Bruce flinched slightly at how quickly your shoulders dropped. 

“A meeting was called.” Bruce pursed his lips. You set down your burger and shifted in your seat. 

“So we have to go home?” A slight tremble came to your lips.

Bruce blinked. “Yes.” His stomach dropped as you turned to look out the window, letting your head rest on the table. Your sudden change in mood concerned him. Was Alfred right? Did this day mean that much to you?

A sniffle came from you. Bruce froze, suddenly lost. Usually, he handed you off to Alfred when your emotions started to get complicated. Especially when it involved tears. Bruce rubbed his chin. If he brought you home like this, Alfred wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.

His phone beeped again. The meeting was to start in twenty minutes. He couldn’t miss it. It would set a bad example for the newer members. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose. You weren’t apart of his life as Batman. The league didn’t even know he had another son. However, you glanced up at him with teary, sad eyes and Bruce figured it would probably be fine. You could wear a mask and stay by his side at all times. 

“You can always come with me? If you want?” Bruce smiled when you sat up suddenly and looked at him like he grew two heads. 

“Really?” You bounced in your seat. “I can go to space?” You grinned brighter than the sun. “Do I get to meet Superman?”

Bruce had to stop himself from frowning. “Sure.” Why did both of his sons have an obsession with Superman? “But you need to stay by my side the whole time and do everything I say.” Bruce narrowed his eyes sternly at you.

You nodded happily. “I will. Promise, Dad.” Bruce slid out of the booth and gathered the trash. You picked up your Robin. “Can we get the Kite Man Flightastic milkshake before we go?”

Bruce followed your gaze to the advertisement display on the far wall. His nose wrinkled at the disgusting green color. How on earth did they get that color of green in ice cream?

“We’ll get it to-go.” Bruce dumped the trash. You cheered, hugging his leg. Bruce patted your head and wondered how he got wrapped around your finger.

***

The zeta tube flashed, bringing Bruce and you to the Watchtower Annex. You gasped, looking around in awe with your Robin figure in one hand and your milkshake in the other. Bruce smiled. You had proclaimed he was a cool dad before stepping into the zeta tube. His chest puffed out slightly in pride. 

Bruce was in his batsuit. For you, he found one of Dick’s old domino masks. You even came up with a code name for yourself. Batkid, because Batboy sounded dumb. Bruce was glad he didn’t suggest Batboy, even though it was right on his lips. He was in the cool dad range, couldn’t fall out of it now.

“Wow, is that the moon?” You chuckled, pointing to the window. 

“Yes.” Bruce hummed, placing a hand on your back. “We’ll look more later.” He guided you down the halls toward the meeting room. 

Hal Jordan was outside the room talking to Barry Allen. Both were in their suits. Barry noticed you first, jaw dropping. Hal followed Barry’s gaze. He snorted and crossed his arms at the sight of you. Meanwhile, you were awed at seeing the Flash and Green Lantern in real life. Bruce had to reach down to close your jaw.

“Did you kidnap this kid to be your new Robin, Bats?” Hal said, smirking and leaning against the door frame.

You frowned, confused. Bruce put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. “No, he’s my son. Batkid.”  

“Hi Batkid,” Barry said, getting down on one knee. He grinned at you. “What do you got there?” You relaxed, explaining your milkshake and your Robin figure to him. 

Bruce stepped closer to Hal once he knew you were distracted. He leaned close to whisper in his ear. “If you make him upset, I’ll break every single bone in your body.” 

Hal paled. “I’ll be nice. Geez, what do you take me for?” Hal mumbled, quickly walking into the meeting room. 

“Dad, Flash said he’d give me a tour of the Watchtower after the meeting,” you said, nudging Bruce’s hand. Bruce sent Barry a warning look. Barry just held up his hands and smiled innocently. 

“I mean you can come too, Batman,” Barry said before zooming into the meeting room. 

You took a sip of your milkshake. “You could be nicer, you know.” The look you gave him reminded him a tad too much of Alfred’s.

Bruce grunted in response, led you inside the meeting room. All eyes turned to the two of you. You blushed. Bruce felt you press against his leg, which you only did when you were nervous or scared. 

Somewhat protectively, Bruce scooped you up in one arm and marched over to his seat. He sat down with you on his lap, making sure the cape was around the two of you so you could hide if you wished.

“What’s that?” Booster Gold exclaimed, breaking the stunned silence in the room. He pointed straight at you. 

Bruce felt you flinch. He wrapped one arm around you, gently guiding you to set down your milkshake on the table. “A milkshake, Booster. You haven’t seen one before,” Bruce replied coolly. 

You laughed softly, wrapping yourself up in his cape and watching the room. Bruce had to purse his lips to keep from smiling. Clark stood up, clearing his throat. “I’ll call this meeting to order. First welcome to our guest,” Clark said, gesturing toward you. You waved shyly. A roll of chuckles echoed in the room. “Second onto the crisis in Markovia...”

***

By the end of the meeting, you were fast asleep, snuggled close to Bruce’s chest with his cape around you. Everyone filtered out of the room except for Diana and Clark. Bruce stayed seated, looking over the notes of the meeting.

“So...Bruce, were you going to tell us about...?” Clark gestured to you. Bruce bristled, pulling you closer.

“There is no need for you to know about my personal life.” Bruce glared up at Clark. 

Diana shook her head and sat down next to Bruce. “I believe Clark is asking how we’ve been invited to your house for dinner several times and have never met or heard of your son.”

Bruce held back the urge to roll his eyes. “So you are hurt that you didn’t know everything about my personal life?” He felt you shift in his lap.

Clark sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Friends know important things about each other, Bruce.”

A reply was on the tip of Bruce’s tongue, but he saw you open your eyes. Bruce learned early on that you were the best excuse for a topic change. Shamelessly, Bruce used you a lot for this purpose. “Superman and Wonder Woman are here if you want to meet them,” he whispered into your ear. 

A blush came to your cheeks. “Really?” You peeked out of his cape to see Clark smiling at you before turning to see Diana. “Wow, you really are pretty like Dad said.”

Diana smiled, giving Bruce an amused look. Bruce quickly looked away. Clark raised an eyebrow.  Bruce narrowed his eyes at him, daring him to say something.

You climbed off Bruce’s lap. “Oh and Superman. You’re Dick’s favorite.” You went over to Clark. Clark picked you up. “But don’t tell Dad. He’s touchy about it.” 

“Be careful,” Bruce said. His chest tightened at the sight of you in Clark’s arms. He thought how quickly Clark could crush you. Logically, he knew Clark wouldn’t hurt you, but the fear was still there. 

“I will be.” Clark nodded before focusing on you. “Why don’t I give you a tour of the Watchtower?”

Bruce opened his mouth to protest. “Can I, Dad?” you asked, eyes wide with excitement. Looking into your eyes, Bruce sighed and nodded. You cheered and Clark took you away. 

“The protective father is a good look for you. Hmm, now it makes sense why you didn’t tell us about your youngest.” Diana crossed her arms, sly look on her face. 

Bruce snorted. “We can’t now. Don’t even give me that look.”

“What look?” Diana stood up and walked away slowly. Bruce’s eyes were glued to her hips. She glanced at him from over her shoulder. “I’m sure Clark’s tour will take a bit.”

Running a hand over his face, Bruce followed her rather eagerly. “But only a half an hour max. I can’t let another son join the Superman fan club.” Diana laughed and took his hand as the two found a place to be alone.

***

“Dad, that was so cool!” You were a ball of excitement, bouncing around Bruce in circles with your Robin toy tightly in one hand. The two of you just arrived back to the Batcave. “Superman was so nice and space looked so big.”

Bruce smiled, putting a hand on your head to slow you down. “I’m glad you had a great time, chum.” He headed toward the changing room to shower and change. You followed him. 

Luckily, you were too busy with the tour and Clark to notice Bruce was missing for a good half an hour. Bruce smirked as he reminisced that half an hour before pushing it away. He didn’t need you to suspect something was up and ask if Diana will be your new mother. Bruce shivered at the thought.

Meanwhile, you chattered about the Watchtower. Bruce listened, humming when you paused so you knew he was still listening. He changed out of his suit, stepped into the shower while you sat on the bench, eyes down, but still talking.

“Did I hear, right?” Dick’s voice came from the doorway of the changing room. Bruce smiled when he saw you jump up and run over to Dick. “You went to the Watchtower, little bat?” 

“I did!” You jumped into Dick’s arms. Dick spun you around, making you laugh. Bruce turned away to focus on washing away Diana’s perfume that still lingered on his skin. You recounted the day to Dick, showing him your Robin toy. “And I met Superman and Wonder Woman, but Dad is still my favorite hero because he puts them in their place.”

Bruce choked. Dick smirked. “He does, doesn’t he?” Dick spun you around again. “My favorite is still Superman and you can’t change my mind,” Dick teased, distracting you again.

Did Dick know about his relations with Diana? Bruce frowned, turning off the water and grabbing a towel to dry off. He hoped not. “Why don’t you two head up to see if Alfred has the snacks ready for movie night?” Bruce said as he stepped out with the towel around his waist. 

“Yeah! Race you,” you said, sprinting out of the room. Dick’s eyes widened.

“He’s fast. I guess the SkyZone didn’t take that much out of him,” Dick laughed before running after you. Bruce noted Dick was holding back to let you win. A smile pulled at Bruce’s lips at the sight. 

***

“Aww, Master Bruce. Thank you for joining us,” Alfred said as Bruce stepped into the den. You and Dick were good-naturedly arguing over movie choices.

“I was just showering, Alfred.” Bruce took a seat on one of the armchairs, eyeing the tray with milkshakes, popcorn, and cookies. 

Alfred hummed, taking a seat next to Bruce. Bruce noted Alfred had dressed down, wearing a simple sweater and slacks. You must have convinced Alfred to join the movie night. “Master (Y/N) had a very good day.”

“He did.” Bruce smiled. “Thank you, Alfred, for making me see the importance of spending one-on-one time with my son.”

“You’re welcome, Master Bruce.” Alfred patted Bruce’s shoulder. “Now I would suggest you help the boys decide on a film before the milkshakes melt?”

Bruce nodded, leaving his chair to join you and Dick on the floor. You climbed into Bruce’s lap. Bruce held you close and wrapped an arm around Dick as the two of you still argued. His heart felt full.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x son!reader #male reader #batman #batman imagine #batman x reader #batfamily #batfamily x reader #batfamily imagine #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert

[fanficwritersworld]

Twin Brother

Summary: a kryptonian pod falls in smallville

Pairing: Kent Family x Kent!Reader (Superwoman Storyline)

Requested: Winner of the poll

Word Count: 872

Warnings: none

Masterlist|Prompt List

You felt her stomach twist as you walked into Vickie May’s Diner. You were meeting with the twins before your training session with Clark. But all day you’ve had this feeling like something was going to happen. “(N/N), you okay?” Jonathan asked you, noticing your dazed look.

“Mhmm? Oh, I’m okay” You brushed off. Jon and Jordan gave you a weird look. “You sure? Cause your wrist is … glowing” Jordan whispered. You looked at your wrist, seeing the faint family crest glow. “Impossible” You gasped, quickly getting up and putting the money for the food on the table. “We need to see your Dad, now” You spoke urgently, rushing out with your brothers behind you.

You three ran down to the Gazette, opening the door with a loud bang. “(Y/N)! Boys!” Lois exclaimed, hands on her hips. “No time to explain Lois, family emergency!” You told her. Lois excused herself to Chrissy as she followed her sons out as (Y/N) rushed. “Wait up! What’s wrong?” Lois asked you, seeing that even her boys were confused. 

You stopped at your motorbike, turning to Lois and the twins. “Me! My wrist is glowing, that only means one th-” You were cut off by the sight of something falling in the distance. “Oh, my Rao” You gasped, grabbing Lois and the boys before flying to the crash sight.

You landed outside the Farm, Clark already inspecting what had fallen. A pod. A Kryptonian pod. Have you opened it?” You asked Clark, running up to him. “No, I just got here” Clark answered. You walked up to the pod, the glowing in your arm intensifying until it began on the pod.

The glass began to dissipate until You could see the person in the pod. You gasped, taking a step back. “(Y/N)?” Clark called out, placing a hand on your shoulder. A groan emitted from the pod. The person sat up, hand on their face until they looked in your direction.

“12?” They asked, looking at you with a shocked face. “13” You sob, running to them instantly. Wrapping your arms around the same leather jacket that matched yours. “Lara” He cried back at you. “Kon-El” You cried, pulling away and holding his face in your hands. “(Y/N), my baby sister” Kon-El cried, tears falling down his face. “Conner, my twin big brother” You smiled as the tears rolled down.

He stepped out of the pod, showing his towering frame. His hair was dark and curly with shaved sides and a pair of round sunglasses on top. His generic super-suit with the family crest paired with two chunky spiked belts and the signature leather jacket you both would wear.

“How? I saw you die, Conner, he… killed you, Father killed you!” You stated, angry tears running down your face as you hit your brother as hard as you could. Conner skidded back, you had always been stronger than him. “Wow, calm down Smallville” Conner told you, holding your fists with his hands.

“Lex almost killed me…Somehow he stopped me from actually dying. Wanted to use me to stop Pops, permanently until John Irons killed them both. I barely escaped 12” Conner explained to his sister. You just hugged him tighter than before. “I’ve missed you” You whispered.

Everyone sat around the dining table as Conner and (Y/N) told stories from their world. “No, but then Pops and Ms Genuis over here threw me into the ocean! Like can you believe that… the betrayal!” Conner gave a dramatic gasp, hand over his heart dramatic. You gave him a playful glare. “You know what betrayal, you and Tim! Sweet Rao thank god you both moved to Gotham, I don’t think I would be able to stand another night of you two!” You fake gagged at him.

Conner held you in a headlock, ruffling your hair. “Nah… You and Nat’s late-night phone calls about science were hell. Who the hell talks about nanobots and metal at three in the morning!” Conner argued back, letting you go. “How could you know? Wisdom has been chasing you but you’ve always been too fast little brother” You smirked before everyone but Conner erupted in laughter.

Pouting, Conner glares at you. “I’m older than you!” He argued. You gave him the ‘really bish’ look. “Physically, yes. But I’m 12 your 13” You crossed your arms. “Why do you two call each other that?” Jon asked you. “Easy, I’m Subject 12, Conner’s Subject 13. Their our first names when we were still in Luthor Corp” You explained to him, seeing the shock written on their faces.

“You guys didn’t have real names?” Clark asked. You both shook your heads. “You and Grams named us when you fought me and took 12 in” Conner stated. You furrowed your eyebrows at him. Grandma and Your Dad didn’t name you, Kara did.

You sat on the edge of the Fortress, hugging your knees. “Hey, you okay?” Clark asked, landing next to you. “I… don’t know” You answered. Clark sat next to you, confused. He thought you’d be ecstatic that your brother was alive. “What’s wrong?” Clark asked, seeing you in deep thought.

“I don’t think that’s Conner”

#jordan kent #clark kent #lois lane #jonathan kent #superman and lois #kent family x reader #spotify #conner kent #kent!reader #kent family

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: There are so many below, I went a little overboard with this request lol

Imagine being a werewolf and Clark's girlfriend and him helping you when you go into heat.

------- Imagine -------

You had been outside gardening to try and relax, the movement of your muscles and the sweat dripping on your body helping you focus and calm your racing thoughts. Focus, because you had been distracted, moody, and your muscles aching in a way they hadn’t been almost since before you turned. You should have realized what was happening. All the signs were there. You knew the lore, the history, hell had even sought many of your kind to make sure you knew anything and everything to be able to live and even thrive with this curse turned blessing. You just didn’t think, didn’t pay attention like you should have so your heat literally knocked you on your ass.  You had been just about to head inside as a light rain had started when it hit you, the first wave of your stomach muscles cramping followed by a bloom of wet pleasure pain had you on your hands and knees panting. The following waves had you shuttering and gripping the wet grass under your palms as you let out a yell.

“Clark!” You yelled, pain and heat and pleasure all racking your body as you attempted to craw on the wet ground toward your house. You could feel every drop of rain on your hot skin, felt your clothes begin to stick to you as you curled in a ball giving up moving. You shuddered, hugging yourself and biting your lip so hard it bled. The bleeding got worse as your teeth began elongate and your eyesight becoming clearer as you partially shifted to withstand some of the pain. “Clark.” You tried to yell again but this time his name came out more of a moan as your body shuddered against your will.

+

He could hear your pained cry from the next town over where he had been buying groceries for your dinner. He immediately stopped and ran out the door, getting far enough away for no one to see before flying swiftly back to your house. He was soaked by the time he arrived, and when he circled your home, he found your curled in a ball on the wet grass. He approached you carefully, looking around for any threats as he moved. “(Y/N), baby, what happened?” He asked moving to wipe your hair from your face. When your eyes finally meet his they were large and glowing golden. “What do you need (Y/N)?” He asked more firmly, knowing you would have a harder time focusing the more you shifted.

+

You suppressed the moan as his hand grazed your cheek as it moved your hair aside. You could barely hear him over the blood pounding in your ears, but when you finally looked at him and he asked what you needed you didn’t suppress the moan this time. Instead, you crawled into his arms with a strength that would have knocked a human over but he simply gripped you and stood to move you inside out of the rain. “You.” You whispered as he carried you and you couldn’t help but lean in and lick the rain from his skin, his taste filling your mouth and his scent filling your nose. You heard him groan but he didn’t stop as he moved you to the inside of the house. “I need you.” You said, a growl reverberating in your chest as you gripped him tighter. Clark looked down on you, his eyes scanning over your body and you knew even with your body distracting you that he was checking you for injuries. “Please Clark.” You said and when you cupped his cheek you noticed your claws had come out. He took one more look at you and even through the haze of lust you were scared that his reaction to your partial shift would be disgust, but then you were moving, and fast. So fast, that you barely had enough time to blink before your back hit the soft down of your bed and then Clark’s much large body forced your legs open as he crawled between them.

“Fuck, do you know how you look right now.” He said as he ground his hips against your core causing you to arch and claw at his back, his skin not even breaking as a loud moan left your mouth. Your body’s needs became unbearable as Clark continued to grind against you, his cock hard against his pants as he rolled his hips. You clenched your thighs against him muscles tensing as his body moved. “Clark, please….I need…god, pleas just fuck me.” You begged, eyes watering in need as your canines ached in your mouth in the desire to bite and claim.

“You’re sure?” he asked, leaning up and using one hand to wipe the tears from your face.

“God, yes please.” You said, reaching between you to all but tear off you leggings and underthings as Clark undid his pants. He had only just done that when you pulled him back on top of you, too impatient to worry about the rest of your clothes. Clark gripped his cock and ran it against your slit. “So wet already.” He whispered and as his cockhead brushed your clit you let out a high-pitched whine. Pleas and begs came out of your mouth fast as you thrashed beneath him, no longer in control of your body. Clark gripped your hip hard to hold you still as he slowly guided his cock into you. Your body was hot, wet, and already pulsing around him as he sheathed himself fully. He threw back his head on a shout of pleasure trying to keep himself under control before curling protectively over you.

On his next thrust you cried out and raked your nails down his unbreakable skin to grip his ass and tug him harder. “More, I need more.” You begged. You lifted your hips, threw your head back, gripped and pulled trying to force him to take you harder, faster. He fought against your hold easily, maintaining a steady pace that was driving you mad. You almost cried with your next moan as you let yourself go limp against him unable to fight him. Clark’ smiled and his grip on your hip loosened. He moved his ands next to your head to brace himself and made longer, slower thrusts that had you feeling every inch of his cock as he withdrew and entered. You gasped ad grabbed his shoulders as he moved like that again and again eliciting every pleasured noise he could from you. The long steady strokes built your pleasure so painfully slowly that when you finally came every nerve in your body felt like it was burning as star bursts of pleasure exploded behind your eyes. You body quaked and you core clenched and pulsed so hard you could feel your arousal running down between your ass cheeks and spread over Clark’s balls and leg where he still moved against you.

Once the intense waves of you first orgasm passed you knew he thought you would lay limp and satiated beneath him; but that first touch of pleasure only ignited more need from your heat. You used this to your advantage and pushed with all the strength you could, only just barely managing to roll him beneath you. You had a sneaking suspicion he let you as he smiled up at you, but you couldn’t care less as you began to move yourself fast and hard above him. Clark watched as you eyes glowed brighter and you bit your lip again in need as you rolled you hips and felt his cock hit you deep. Clark groaned, his mouth opening to pant as you rid him faster. He reached up to you running his fingers over your lips until you opened for him. He thrust all his fingers except his thumb in your mouth and groaned when you licked and sucked them. “You can bite me, you won’t hurt me, and I trust you not to hurt yourself. Take what you need baby.”

“Mmmmf.” You groaned, biting down on his fingers knowing you wouldn’t hurt him but needing the pressure against you teeth to satiate your need to claim. With his fingers in your mouth, you moved faster and faster, Clark gripping your hip with his other hand to assist your movements as you took what you needed from him. Your next orgasm came just as fast and just as hard clenching his cock with unbearable pressure. Clark panted and then jerked as your felt sticky heat fill your core filling you and even leaking around where his cock was pressed against you. The smell and feel of his come had you quivering in aftershocks as your heat finally gave you a brief respite. You released his fingers from your jaw and collapsed against him.

His chest hair tickled your face as he panted beneath you and you nuzzled against it, enjoying the sweat and musk smell he gave off as your body let you rest briefly. “Want to tell me what’s going on now?” Clark asked, his breathing returning to normal as his arms came around you.

“Heat.” You mumbled, trying to rest as long as possible, knowing it wouldn’t last long until the next wave hit. Clark nodded, knowing as much as you on the subject. You had shared almost everything in the 2 years you had dated and this normally embarrassing predicament was an easy confession as you lay sweaty and exhausted and still mostly clothed against each other.

“Glad I was at least close by when it happened and not the other side of the world.” He said chuckling. The movement cause his semi hrd cock to shift in you mking you oan as you felt the heat and accompanying need slowly return.

“Clark, I don’t want to alarm you but this is far from over.”

“What do you mean?” He said slowly stroking your hair not realizing how your body was starting to react again. “A….a heat…” You said stuttering as you moved to rub your face against his chest sprading your scent on him and vice versa. “It can last for days.” You said, smiling at his shocked look before you sat up above him again.

#my imagines #gifs not mine #female reader #dceu #clark kent imagine #superman imagine #werewolves #supernatural!reader #spicy content #tw: biting #heat

[potionsprefect]

An Understanding

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Luke and Lily learn why one specific day always makes Victoria sad

Rating: Teen

Category: Angst

Aged 4

The wind whipped against the windows but that didn’t disturb the two small children as they hid under their fort in the living room.

“The lights make it look pretty. I hope we get to keep it like this forever.” Lily grinned.

“Mommy might say yes, I don’t think Daddy will.” Luke shrugged as he played with his action man.

“Daddy let us do it today! Normally Mommy builds a fort with us.” Lily said.

“Mommy can’t resist our cute faces.” Luke laughed. “Why did Mommy have to go out?”

“I don’t know. I saw Daddy giving her a big cuddle this morning before she left. That means she was sad. And she also had some flowers with her.” Lily said quietly.

“Mommy has been sad the last few days, we have to be nice to her.” Luke replied.

The clearing of a throat coming from outside their fort interrupted their conversation.

“Password?” Lily said.

“You wouldn’t let your Dad give a password would you?” Ethan chuckled.

Luke went to open the fort but Lily stopped him. “He has to abide by the rules!”

“But what if he has candy?”

“I can just go and put this chocolate back in the cupboard.” Ethan said. He tapped his hands against the floor, pretending to walk away.

“Wait no!” Lily pulled the entrance to the fort open. “We can make an exception.”

“Excellent.” Ethan grinned as he made his way into the fort and sat down between the twins. “I come bearing gifts.”

Luke and Lily grinned as they took the chocolate. “You can have VIP access from now on Daddy.” Luke said.

“I’m honoured. Does Mommy get VIP access as well?” Ethan asked.

“Yes because she builds the forts with us.” Lily replied.

“You’re very lucky that you have such an amazing Mommy.” Ethan smiled.

“Why did Mommy go out today?” Luke asked.

“She has an important errand to run. But she will be back soon.” Ethan wrapped an arm around each of them.

“Is it because she was sad? I saw you give her a big cuddle.” Lily said.

“Today is a sad day for Mommy. You’re a bit too young to understand why at the moment, but one day we’ll tell you. Right now, you have to be good for Mommy, and give her lots of hugs when she gets home.”

Luke smiled. “We can do that.”

“Great.”

The front door opened. “Is that Mommy?” Lily asked.

“It is. Why don’t you go greet her.” Ethan said.

Luke and Lily climbed out of the fort and ran into the hallway, throwing their arms around Victoria’s legs. She bent down and pulled them into their embrace. 

Luke and Lily tried to pull away but Victoria held onto them tightly.

“Mommy I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry.” Victoria laughed as she pulled away.

“Why are you eyes red Mommy?” Luke asked.

“It’s very windy outside, and that made Mommy’s eyes water.” Victoria replied.

“But you’ve been sad. I saw Daddy give you a big cuddle before you left.” Lily said.

Victoria ushered them into the living room and into their fort where Ethan was still sat.

“Today is a sad day for Mommy. Something happened and Mommy remembers it every year.” Victoria explained.

“Daddy says we’re too young to understand.” Luke said.

“You are. But at the moment it’s best if you don’t know.” Victoria said.

“But maybe we can help!” Lily suggested.

“The best thing you can do for me is to be good every year. And give me lots of big cuddles.”

“We can do that!” Luke said as he threw his arms around Victoria.

“I don’t want you to be sad Mommy.” Lily said as she wrapped her tiny arms around Victoria’s waist.

“Sometimes it’s okay to be sad. But it’s also good to know that there’s lots of people who care.” Victoria said.

“You’ll never have any doubts about that.” Ethan smiled as he wrapped his arms around his family.

The family of four held onto each other tightly, the love evident from all of them.

Aged 11

“Luke, Lily, can you come here please?” Ethan’s voice reverberated throughout the house.

The twins looked up from their homework. “You know what today is right?” Lily said.

Luke stood up. “Yeah. Do you think they’re going to tell us?”

“I don’t know if I want to know. Every year Mom gets upset. I don’t like seeing her upset.” Lily sighed.

“Me neither.” Luke replied as they headed down the stairs.

Their parents were in the kitchen, sat at the table.

“Come and take a seat.” Ethan said.

“Is everything okay?” Luke asked.

“Yes. There’s something Mommy wants to tell you.”

“We know what today is.” Lily said.

Ethan and Victoria shared a look. “We had a feeling you might. Mommy wants to tell you why today is so significant.”

“And why it makes her sad?” Luke asked.

“Yes.”

Victoria cleared her throat. “Back when Mommy was working, we treated a man called Ed Farrugia. He’s a politician.”

“What was wrong with him?” Luke said.

“He had lead poisoning. But this is where it gets a little more complicated.” Ethan replied.

“What do you mean?”

“Ed had an assistant with him called Travis. We discovered that he was the one poisoning him.”

“Why would he do that?” Lily asked.

Ethan sighed. “Travis had a younger brother who died drinking contaminated water. Ed had allowed this to happen and that’s why Travis was angry.”

“So what did this Travis do?” Luke said.

“He… he had something toxic with him. And he unleashed it into the hospital. I was in the room when he did that. Alongside Uncle Rafael and Ed. And there were two other people as well.”

“Who were they?”

“One was a security guard at the hospital. The other was a nurse.” Ethan replied.

“What happened to them?” Luke asked.

Victoria took a deep breath. “This what makes me upset every year. They died. The toxin got into their body.”

Luke and Lily stayed quiet, looking between their parents. “That’s really sad.” Lily said in a small voice.

“It is. But do you understand what Mommy is trying to tell you?” Ethan asked.

“What I’m trying to say is… the toxin also got into my body, as it did to Uncle Rafael. And we both got very sick.”

“But you’re both okay now right?” Lily said.

“Yes but that night we weren’t. And… we nearly died.”

Victoria and Ethan could see small tears appearing in Luke and Lily’s eyes.

“You mean… you might not be here today?” Lily said.

“Yes.” Victoria replied.

Lily flung herself into her mothers arms, quietly crying into her shoulder. Victoria wrapped her arms around her, stroking her hair with one hand as the other held onto her tightly.

“Please don’t get upset Lily, it’s okay. You’re going to make Mommy upset.” Victoria said although the tone in her voice was evident and the tears rolling down her face said otherwise.

“If you weren’t here today, that means we wouldn’t be either.” Luke said.

Ethan pulled him into his embrace. “That’s right. But every year, Mommy goes to the cemetery and lays some flowers for the two people who died. And that event is why today is always a sad day for her.”

“What were their names? The two that died?” Lily lifted her head off Victoria’s shoulder rubbing her eyes.

“Bobby and Danny. They were very well liked around the hospital.” Ethan replied.

“And what happened to this Travis guy? And Ed?” Luke said.

Victoria looked at Ethan to explain. “Travis died as well. He had the toxin inside of him too. And Ed is still in politics, he escaped unharmed.” Ethan said.

“So now you know why today is a sad day for me. But since you two came into my life, I’ve found a new purpose. And Daddy was a part of that too.”

“Can we go to the cemetery with you today?” Luke asked.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Ethan cut in before Victoria could.

“I do. But only if you’re sure.” Victoria looked between the twins.

Luke and Lily looked at each other before nodding. “We want to. We don’t want you to go on your own.”

“That’s very sweet of you both. And I would love the company.” Victoria smiled.

Luke climbed into her embrace and Victoria held both of her children tightly.

“Why don’t you go put your shoes on. Daddy and I will be along shortly.” Victoria said.

The twins climbed off Victoria’s lap and raced into the hallway. Once they were out of sight, Ethan pulled Victoria onto his lap and into a searing kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds.

“I am so proud of you. Are you okay?” Ethan asked as he rested his forehead against Victoria’s.

“Yeah I am. I knew telling them would be difficult. But I’m glad we did. They deserve to know the truth.” Victoria smiled.

“And now you have some company when you go take the flowers. You’re not on your own.” Ethan rubbed a gentle hand on her back.

“I never was.” Victoria pressed a kiss to his cheek before standing up. “Let’s go get it over with.”

Victoria and Ethan headed to their children, flowers in hand.

As they reached the hallway, Luke and Lily flung themselves into Victoria’s arms once again.

“Thank you for still being here Mommy.”

Aged 16

Victoria woke to a cold bed. She hadn’t slept that well, constantly tossing and turning all night, her mind unable to switch off knowing what date was coming up.

It was strange to think that after all these years, the anniversary still affected her in this way. She still dreamt about that day every year.

It was another year and the day rolled around once again.

Victoria was pulled out of her thoughts by footsteps in the bedroom. She could just make out the outline of Ethan as he sat down on her side of the bed.

“Are you awake?” He whispered.

“Yeah. Like I have been most of the night.” Victoria chuckled as she sat up.

“I could sense it.” Ethan pulled her into a hug, arms tightly wrapped around her. “Thank you for still being here.” He whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

When Victoria and Ethan told Luke and Lily about the Senator attack, the twins had always been thankful that their Mom was still alive and so every year, those words were repeated to Victoria.

“Why are you up so early?” Victoria pulled out of Ethan’s embrace.

“Luke and Lily wanted to surprise you today so I got up early to help them.” Ethan held out a hand.

“Is the kitchen a disaster?” Victoria laughed as she took his hand and got up out of bed.

“I’ll have you know I am a responsible adult. And I know you wouldn’t be happy if it was left in a mess so no.” Ethan laughed.

Victoria and Ethan headed down the stairs where Luke and Lily were waiting for them.

“You’re awake!” Lily grinned as she hugged her Mom.

“It’s 7am. I would’ve liked a little bit more of a lie in.” Victoria chuckled.

“Not for us, if only we weren’t at school today.” Luke grinned as he too hugged his Mom.

“Don’t try and find a reason not to go.” Ethan laughed.

“As if we would!” Lily pretend to be offended. “Now come on Mom, we have a surprise for you in the kitchen.”

Luke and Lily dragged Victoria into the other room. On the kitchen counter was a big bunch of Peonies with much smaller flowers either side of the vase (Victoria guessed they were for the graves) and breakfast was on the kitchen table.

“Did you both do this?” Victoria asked.

“We had some help from Dad. He got the Flowers. But we made the breakfast ourselves!” Luke replied.

“And we got the card.” Lily smiled.

“You didn’t have to do all this.” Victoria smiled, eyes watering with tears.

“We know but we wanted to. We know how tough today is for you so we wanted to try and make it a bit easier.”

“I think it’s fair to say you’ve left your mother speechless.” Ethan chuckled.

Luke and Lily hugged Victoria tightly. “Thank you for still being here Mom.”

Victoria embraced her children, bringing Ethan in as well. The anniversary came and went every year but one thing never changed.

The love from her family. To which she was forever grateful for.

I promise I will write something fluffy involving the twins lol

Tagging in reblog

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey x victoria clarke #ethan x victoria #playchoices #fanfic #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #choices: open heart #angst #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week

[bluejaysandblackbats]

A Yellow Ribbon

Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam

Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall

Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, Mistaken Identity, Possibly Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Twins, Lies, Stolen Moments, Unconventional Love Triangles, Misunderstandings, Childhood Friends, Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Best Friends, Secret Crush, Autistic Bart Allen, Autistic Thad Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne Gets a Hug, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Third Person POV, Hurt Clark Kent, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love, Farm/Ranch AU, Farmboy Conner Kent, Grandparents and Grandchildren, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Romance, Light Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Cyrano, Jewish Superfam

Chapter Eleven: Dungarees and Switcharoos

Conner came in from the rain and changed out of his dungarees in the doorway. “Ma? I had to borrow your sewing kit to mend Toffee’s blanket. How much time do I have?” Conner asked. Ma wrapped him in a towel.

“You have thirty minutes, sweetheart. I ran you a bath, and when you get out, I’ll make you a cup of tea with your dinner,” Ma whispered as she dried his hair. Conner kissed her cheek.

“If Dad calls, can you tell him I promised to check in with Bart today? He got out of the hospital yesterday,” Conner requested.

Ma nodded. “Go on, you don’t want to be late,” Ma whispered.

*

Meanwhile, in Missouri, Bart lay in Thad’s bed. It was his first weekend home after ten weeks in isolation in the hospital. “Please?” Bart begged.

“He’s gonna know,” Thad whispered.

“No, he won’t. I’ll give you five dollars to do it,” Bart replied. Thad huffed and puffed as he held back tears. “Don’t cry. All I need you to do is pretend to be me and play with Conner for thirty minutes.”

Thad fidgeted with the bottom of his pajama shirt as his heart pounded. “What if he finds out? Won’t he be angry?” Thad asked. Bart opened his arms and pulled Thad into a hug. “I don’t know how to talk to anybody but you.”

Bart frowned. Thad isolated himself for years, hoping they could go home together someday. He didn’t make friends or go out while Bart was sick. Outside of their family, Thad was alone. “If he finds out, you can tell him the truth. He won’t be angry. I promise,” Bart reassured him, “And everyone likes you. They just don’t know you yet.”

Thad let go and nodded. “I’ll do it. And I don’t want five dollars,” Thad replied. Bart pulled Thad close, messed up his hair, and fixed the buttons on Thad’s pajama shirt. They stared at each other, and Thad smiled. “We haven’t been this close in years…”

“I hope we’ll always be this close,” Thad whispered. Bart grinned and nodded.

“Always,” Bart smiled, “We’ve got the rest of our lives.”

Thad nodded enthusiastically, squeezing his fists to contain his excitement at Bart’s newfound hope for the future. He worried that Bart had given up thinking about the future entirely. He crept toward the computer in Don’s studio and shut the door. Logging into Bart’s account didn’t take long because they had the same passwords for everything. He initiated the call and sat patiently waiting for Conner to answer. It rang three times before Conner answered in his pajamas. Conner took a deep breath and raked a hand through his hair. “Bart! Hi, how are you feeling?” Conner smiled.

Thad stared directly at Conner, speechless at first. “I’m okay… I’m sleepy, but it’s nice to see you,” Thad replied. He was sure Conner would see right through him.

Conner wrung his hands. “Hey, can I—? It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, so I wanted to tell you over this call because—. Because the letter might not get to you on time. Can I read you the card I picked out? The back-up card?” Conner stammered.

Thad nodded. Conner recited a Valentine that read as romantic with an innocence that seemed too young for even his eleven years. Thad’s cheeks went rosy as he listened to Conner stumble clumsily through a short Valentine’s Day poem. Thad held up the mood ring around his neck and nodded. “I’ll be your Valentine forever and ever if you want,” Thad whispered. “You’re so special.” Conner smiled.

“Gosh… I’m so glad—. How does it feel to be home?” Conner questioned.

Bart. He had to remember to be Bart. “It’s the best. I get to be with Mom and Dad, and tonight, I’ll sleep in my bed. And my bed’s blankets won’t be warm like the hospital’s. They’ll be cold, and I’ll be—. Conner, I’m so happy… And so tired,” Thad answered. He spoke as fast and warmly as his twin. It was almost frightening how perfectly he imitated Bart. “How are you?”

Conner knit his brows together before smiling. “I’m doing great… Yeah, um… My dad’s coming… We’re going fishing at the lake. I’m kinda excited. Last weekend, Mom took me to the movies, and then we had spaghetti at a restaurant… Are you doing anything special with your mom and dad this weekend?”

“My dad and I are gonna work on the mural in Mom’s office tomorrow… And mom’s gonna show me how to fix the water heater,” Thad answered, “Fishing sounds cool. Have you done it before?”

“Fishing? Yeah, I go with Pa a lot… But I haven’t had the chance to go fishing with my dad yet,” Conner answered.

Thad nodded and let Conner continue speaking. He could’ve listened to Conner talk about anything. The only problem was Thad was exhausted. He yawned without meaning to, and Conner rubbed his eyes. “Okay… Well, we should probably go to bed. Goodnight, Bart. Tonight was fun,” Conner whispered.

“Yeah. It was… Wasn’t it?” Thad grinned. Conner nodded. “Goodnight.”

They waved at each other before logging out, and Thad crept down the hall to his bedroom. Bart lay half-asleep as if he were waiting for Thad. “He couldn’t tell. Could he?” Bart asked. Thad shook his head and climbed in on the other side. “Thank you.”

“It was fun,” Thad whispered as he fixed his hair.

As tired as Bart was, he didn’t want to sleep. It was his first night back home. “It doesn’t feel real. Are you real?” Bart asked as he playfully squeezed Thad’s nose.

Thad giggled and shook his head. “Bart, I’m glad you’re home,” Thad whispered. They whispered and giggled until Don poked his head in the door.

“Hey, fellas, I know it’s been an exciting day, but it’s past your bedtime guys,” Don whispered.

Meloni knocked on the door frame. “Hey, are you kids too old to give me a kiss goodnight?” Meloni questioned. The boys laughed and opened their arms to hug and kiss their parents goodnight. They hadn’t been together since Bart and Thad were six. Meloni squeezed them tight. “Is everyone warm and cozy?”

“Mhm,” Bart whispered.

“Thanks, Mom,” Thad smiled. Don lingered after Meloni left.

Don wanted to say something but didn’t want to get choked up. Bart shut his eyes, reached for Thad, and went to sleep. Thad looked toward Don with a smile and tears in his eyes. “I’m too happy to sleep,” Thad whispered. Don grinned.

“Want me to sit with you for a while?” Don asked. Thad nodded. “You’re all he talked about in the hospital.” Don described the seemingly endless list of things Bart wanted to do with Thad now that they were together again. Thad’s eyelids drooped, and he nodded off, resting his chin on Bart’s forehead. “I guess nothing’s changed… Not even the way you two kids sleep… Goodnight, sweet boys.” Don flicked the light switch off and smiled. Meloni startled Don as soon as he stepped into the hall, and she chuckled.

“I got you, Donnie,” Meloni smiled as she pressed her face into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “Are they asleep?”

“Sound asleep,” Don replied.

Meloni took in a deep breath, raising her shoulders as she spread her arms. Don hugged her, walking backward toward the kitchen while taking in her radiant look of admiration. “You want me to make you a late-night snack, huh?” Don half-joked.

“You already did… Can I have half your sandwich?” Meloni asked.

“That’s our sandwich, Mel,” Don sweetly replied, “We can finally breathe… Can’t we?”

#fic #a yellow ribbon fic #Clark Kent #Conner Kent #Lois Lane #Bart Allen #Thaddeus Thawne #Don Allen #Meloni Allen #Jonathan “Pa” Kent #Martha Kent #Max Crandall #KonBart #KonThad #Clois #MelonixDon #Ma/Pa Kent #No Powers AU #Mistaken Identity #Possibly Unrequited Love #Unrequited Crush #Twins #Lies #Stolen Moments #Unconventional Love Triangles #Misunderstandings #Childhood Friends #Complicated Relationships #Family Dynamics #Family Bonding

[catierambles]

Difference of Opinions

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x (currently) Unnamed Kryptonian Female

WC 1846

Warnings: Violence, dominance, rough sex, outdoor sex, biting (Dark!Clark a tad bit)

Don’t know if I’ll continue this one or keep it a one-shot. Let me know what y’all think. My brain has a way of taking ideas and running with them.

“Everyone!” They all looked up at the shout, “You’re gonna want to see this!” A TV was turned on and they all watched in rapt attention at the horror that was unfolding. A village in South Asia was currently under siege, an international news crew who had been moving through the area under US guard on an unrelated matter capturing the events. They were hunkered down in a building, their cameras filming as armed insurgents moved through the village, firing on the soldiers and civilians both. It was chaos, the footage shaky and they heard the sound of gunfire and explosions. The broadcaster was doing her best to get everything to the best of her ability, but the soldiers were outmanned and outgunned.

“Is this live?”

“It’s live.” There was another explosion, the feed shaking and the broadcaster ducked down as debris rained down on her. Clark watched this with a clenched jaw from the back of the crowd gathered around the TV and was about to move away.

“Superman is there!” His head whipped back around, looking at the TV, seeing the person landing solidly from the air in the middle of the chaos.

“Pretty sure Superman isn’t a woman.” It was indeed a woman, her skinsuit black and gold with a symbol on her chest, a black cape flowing behind her. They watched as she waded into the combat, bullets bouncing off her skin harmlessly. She was suddenly engulfed in flames from a tank missile and when the smoke cleared she was in a crouch, her arms crossed in front of her. Her arms came down as she stood, twin blades extending from her wrists ending far below her fists and there was a sudden searing flash from her eyes before the tank exploded. She was rushed and she dodged the man attacking her, slashing out with one of the blades and blood flew as it connected, the man falling to the ground.

An object arced through the air, landing by a group of civilians huddled by a building and she moved with blurring speed as they scattered, taking a child that had tripped over his feet into her arms and crouching with him, protecting him from the blast of the grenade with her body. The camera stayed on her as the dust settled and they watched as she checked on the boy before sending him off running to join the others. Standing, she turned her attention back to those attacking and they saw the black domino mask on her face.

“You seeing this, Clark? Clark?” He was gone.

“It’s Superman!”

On the scene, he landed just as she ran an insurgent through with her blade, throwing the body aside.

“Bout time you showed up!” She yelled, “I didn’t know there was a scenic route! Protect the civilians! I’ll handle this bunch!” She went to move away but he grabbed her arm, spinning her back around.

“We need to--”

“There’s no time to argue! Go!” She turned, ripping her arm from his grasp, and there was another searing flash from her eyes as she cut down a group that had been moving around them, their bodies charred and smoking as they fell to the ground. Her brutality set him on edge as he watched her cut down combatants without a thought, taking them out with blasts from her eyes or sweeps of her blades. Turning with a growl, he went to aid the soldiers evacuating civilians, knocking out any enemy combatant that got in his way.

When it was over and the insurgents were retreating, the soldiers gathered around them, giving them their thanks and the blades retracted themselves back into her bracers with a gesture. The boy from before ran through the crowd, tackling her legs and she picked him up in a hug and a smile, carrying him on her hip as she brought him back to his family who thanked her with tears and hugs. He watched the news crew approach her, but she waved them off with a somewhat awkward smile before she came back over to him.

“Well that went better than could be expect--” Her words cut off as he grabbed her by the neck of her suit, hauling her closer and launching himself into the air with her in tow. They flew for a bit, leaving the desert behind and traveling miles and countries before getting to a densely wooded area. He landed, pushing her away from him and leaving her to stumble a bit as he paced, his breathing heavy. “What the hell.”

“Do you even know what damage you caused?” He ground out.

“I know I saved a lot of people today before you deigned to grace us with your presence.”

“You killed people, that's what you did.”

“Who were killing other people, unarmed people. Women, children, whole families.”

“You were reckless, unnecessarily brutal.”

“And you’re a fucking coward!” She yelled and he turned on her.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me! You think those people you spared are just going to go home and rethink their life choices? No! They’re going to start back up what they were doing and more people are going to die because you didn’t want to get your hands dirty.”

“We don’t kill people.”

“You don’t kill people, but if taking a single life saves countless others, then I will damn well do it!”

“You don’t know me.” He growled out, advancing on her.

“I know all about you, Superman.” She said, looking up at him angrily. “You’re a boy scout with a squeaky clean persona.”

“And if we kill indiscriminately, what makes us any better than them?”

“Because we don’t kill indiscriminately. We protect those who cannot protect themselves, and if that means taking a life then so be it.”

“These people are already wary of us.” He said, “If we start taking lives, they will turn on us.”

“Not if the lives we take are the ones that deserve to be taken.”

“No one deserves to die. There has to be some honor in what we do.”

“Stand amongst the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and ask the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” He had nothing to say to that, staring at her quietly, but he had the feeling she was quoting something. “Now, if you’re done, I’m leaving.”

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

“I don’t care.” She launched herself into the air and he followed, wrapping his hand around her cape and pulling her back. She turned mid-air, striking out at him and he blocked it, the impact making his teeth shake. They started fighting in the air over the forest, the impacts of their blows echoing across the land, sending shockwaves over the canopy. Grappling over a lake, he threw her down and she hit the water, disappearing under the surface. He hovered there for a moment, waiting for her to emerge but she didn’t and the water calmed. With a sigh, he dove in, the water dark and murky as he swam around, looking for any sign of her. The water boiled and he swam to the side, just barely dodging the blast from her eyes. They burst from the lake, going at each other again and she got the upperhand, forcing him to the forest floor with her feet planted in his chest. The impact sent dirt flying and she leapt away as he laid there in the crater for a moment before getting up and facing her again. He watched her breathing heavily, seeing the determined set to her eyes and she rushed him. He blocked the kick to his midsection, grabbing her leg and sending her into a tree, the trunk exploding with a shower of splinters as she slammed through it. There was quiet for a moment as she disappeared into the brush before she came barreling out towards him and he grabbed her in the tackle, sending them both to the forest floor and pinning her to the ground.

“Enough!” He yelled as she struggled beneath him and he moved his head to the side to dodge the blast from her eyes. “I said, enough!” He slammed her wrists into the dirt, the ground shaking. Something dark, animalistic, rose up in him as he looked down at her under him and he kissed her, pressing his lips to hers hard but pulled back as her teeth came down on his lower lip. Touching his fingers to his mouth, they came away crimson and her newly freed hand came up to grab his hair in a painful grip, pulling him down into a kiss of her own. This fight was no different than their last, each one trying to gain the upperhand, trading dominance until he ended up pinning her to the ground again, a hand holding her wrists above her head as he undid the belt of her suit, peeling the pants away from her skin and pushing them down. Shoving his hand between her legs, he found her warm and wet and he latched his teeth onto her neck, biting hard enough to bruise but not to break the skin. She hissed as he plunged two fingers inside her, working them fast and hard, making sure she was nice and slick for him before he pulled his hand away, going to his own belt and undoing it. It was somewhat awkward to push his own pants down as he didn’t have the use of both hands, but he managed it and pressed his hips into hers for a moment, letting her feel him against her mound before he tilted her hips with a hand against her tailbone, repositioning himself slightly.

“Fuck!” She yelled as he pushed into her hard, making her take all of him at once and he didn’t give her time to adjust before rutting into her, growling into her neck as she gripped him tight. Her legs moved, kicked, but she was just getting her pants down the rest of the way before they got caught on her boots, locking her knees around his hips as he pumped into her without mercy. Letting go of her hands, his fingers curled into the dirt as he reared up, the angle letting him go deeper and he looked down at her with a clenched jaw, her body jerking every time he drove his hips home. Reaching up, she grabbed the neck of his suit and pulled him down again, kissing him roughly.

“Are you going to come?” He growled out against her neck and she nodded. “Then. Do. It.” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts that drove noises from her lips. He felt the moment she did, her body arching up into him as she clamped around him in waves. He rode her through it, staying hard inside her even as she came down and she looked up at him. “I’m not done with you yet. By the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to learn some. God. Damn. Respect.”

#henry cavill #superman #clark kent #my writing

[different-worlds-series]

Chapter Four

Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.

-Yara Bashraheel

{Emma’s Perspective} 

“So, who’s winning?” I asked Clark. “The other team” He told me. “Why won’t you wear a jacket or use an umbrella?” Jon asked me, his annoyance clear. “Because I love the rain. Besides, if Zeus wants me dead, let him kill me” I told him, taking another shot of the field.

I looked back to the stands, seeing a familiar head. I groaned, nudging Clark “General Lane is here” I told him, pointing behind me. Clark looked back, a sour look on his face.

I quickly took a picture on my phone, snickering as I did. Clark gave me a questioning look. “It’s a thing in my world. Sourwolf” I snickered while setting the picture as his contact photo. “God you're weird” Jon moaned from beside Clark. “I’m weird, sweet and borderline psychotic. What’s not to love” I told Jon, a big smile on my face. 

“All right, let’s go. Defence. Let’s go. Pick it up. Kent!” Coach shouted, Jon, running up to him out of habit. “Yes, Coach?” Jon asked. I closed my eyes not even wanting to witness this moment.

“No, not you. The other one. Shortstack!” Coach corrected, looking back at Jordan. He ran up to Coach, helmet in hand. “Yes, Coach?” Jordan asked. “Look, I need you right now. I need you to get me that ball. You hear me?” Coach told him, pointing out to the ongoing game.

“Yes, Coach” Jordan answered, his voice a little unsure. I walked up to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. “You can do this Jord. I know you can” I smiled at him. Jordan smiled back before giving me a fist bump. “Thanks, Em” He told me before Clark walked up behind us. “Good luck” I told him before going back up to Clark and Jon.

Clark raised the umbrella over me, smiling kindly at me. “Thanks” I muttered, gripping the umbrella handle. Jon pulled me in close, wrapping an arm around me. “Now entering the game, number 24, Jordan Kent!” The announcer called. I cheered for Jordan as the game commenced, having no clue what was happening. “He got the ball!” I yelled, jumping up and down. “Jordan, go!” Clark and Jon chanted. 

I jumped and yelled, having no clue what was happening until I saw Jordan go past the line. “Touchdown, Crows!” The announcer called, and the stands went wild. “Let’s go, Jordan!” Jon and I screamed. I looked back at Lois, seeing her face darken. “Something you wanna tell me?” Sam said in a low voice, the words echoing in my head. I turned around, shocked at how loud the voice was.

 Jordan came running over to the three of us, hugging his Dad and Jon. “I did it!” He smiled at them. “Told ya you could do it. I’m always right” I smirked at Jordan, who only laughed at me. “I guess you are” He smiled back, pulling me in for a hug. I hugged him back as tight as I could.

“Thanks for believing in me Em” Jordan whispered into my ear. I felt the heat rush to my face, my stomach fluttering like a tornado had begun to swirl the usual butterflies faster than my heart rate.

I patted his back before a hoard of excited football players came to whisk him away. “I’ll see ya in a minute, kay?” I told him, breaking the hug. He nodded before the entire team and Clark followed Coach Gaines into the locker room.

I ran to the music room, finding Sienna playing the piano. “Ms. Clarks?” I called from the door. She turned to me with a kind smile. “Who won the game?” She asked me, continuing her song. I walked in, sitting a few feet away. “Smallville. Still don’t know how but they did” I shrugged, swaying to the music. 

Sienna smiled, humming a tune to her own work. “Stars begin to climb” I sang low to myself, finding it quite familiar. “So, how is everything at Kent Farm? Still having nightmares?” Sienna asked me once she played the final chord. I bit my lip for a moment.

Ever since the cloaked figure gave me that USB, the nightmares have dialled it down. Now instead of manipulating my memories, my dreams are just about my trauma. Still figuring out if that’s an improvement or not. “They are more… mild than before” I smiled kindly at her. Sienna nodded at my answer as she stopped playing. “That’s progress. What about opening up? I know you’ve mentioned your birth mother to Clark. Have you opened up about anything else?” She asked me, turning to face me properly.

Jordan.

He was the first person I told about my Dad since I was ten. Yeah, I didn’t go into detail but the only people who actually knew about what happened to my Dad were my Nana Madge, Jeju and Conner. “Kinda… but I haven’t gone into any details with anyone” I told her, looking down at my wrists, the clean skin making me cringe. “Can you tell me why?” She asked me, something about her voice making me tear up. I wiped my eyes quickly, holding back a sob. “Last time I trusted someone…they didn’t…stick around” I answered, twisting my rings around my finger.

I walked through the CUH, two cups of coffee in hand. Room 312A. That’s where he was. “Emmy? You okay babes?” I turned to see Jeju, a worried look on her face. “Sorry Jeju. Just worried about Conner” I told her, handing her a cup. Jeju gave me a sympathetic smile. Her normal work scrubs had a few stains from staying at the hospital for the entire weekend. Her eyes had bags underneath them dark enough to make Savitar jealous. I wasn’t doing as good either.

From the room window, my washed-out pink hair was in knots upon knots. I had a huge gauze on my left cheek. I was wearing a Teen Wolf lacrosse jumper that Jon Jon packed for me and an old superman pyjama pants. My skin looked sickly pale from the medication I was on. “Any news on Marty?” I asked her, leaning into her side. Immediately her hands started combing through my tangled hair gently. Of course, there wasn’t, she never got caught. “Just that he’s stable, he’ll wake up soon babes” She tried to convince me but we both knew it wasn’t true.

And it wasn’t. Conner’s gone and it’s all my fault. I grabbed my phone that had fallen beside me. “I’ll see you Monday. Thanks for the vent” I smiled at her before leaving the room. I opened my contacts to ring Lois for a ride.

‘Elrisia’

I jumped at the voice, a chill running down my spine. I turned around looking for the cloaked figure. I saw something run towards the front entrance. I ran after it, something in me screaming to run. “Hey!” I shouted as I ran through the front entrance doors. I fell to the ground immediately. I groaned as my entire body felt as if it was on fire.

The cloaked figure walked toward me. I couldn’t see their face, only the glow of a dark purple. “My sweet Elrisia, so naive just like Conner” the voice merged into one. No, it can’t be her. “I know what your thinking? How did I get here? Why did you end up here?” She taunted me, forcing my head up by grabbing my chin. “M-Ma… Ahhh!” I screamed as I felt something sharp pierce my side. Only from the corner of my eyes could I see a green glow. Kryptonite?

“Don’t worry, I made this so it only affects you” She sneered before slashing my face. Tears swelled in my eyes as the pain burned my insides. “Why?” I managed before coughing so hard I could feel my throat bleed. She kicked me over on my back, her foot pressing against my stomach. “How have you survived without me? You always needed me to survive, you can’t on your own you silly little girl” She spat, holding her knife to my neck. It was infused with kryptonite, but why was it affecting me so much? She grabbed my phone from my pocket, a smirk on her face.

“I see you’ve met Kal-El. Perfect” She commented before the faint sound of the dial tone reached my ears. “Emma? Everything okay?” Clark’s voice was low but I could still hear him thankfully. “Emma can’t come to the phone right now Kal-El” She scoffed before I could feel a gush of wind. The pain was getting worse the longer she held the knife to my throat. 

She sighed before lifting the knife away from me. “Looks like this puts a halt to our reunion Elrisia. Till next time” and just like that, she was gone in a leap as if she could fly. I started to cry, unable to do anything else. My body wouldn’t listen to me. I tried to get up, to move but it was like she locked my body.  Clark’s face came into view, his worried expression making me so guilty. 

I felt the bile rise in my throat. The world was getting dark. Too dark. Clark’s words were muddling together as I felt my eyelids close every moment or so.

‘You failed Elrisia. You always fail’

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“No! Billy don’t” I laughed as my best friend jumped off the tree. She was pissed and that vodka only made her more careless. I tried to help her up, my bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand as I used the other to support her body weight. I wasn’t as drunk as everyone else, I can hold my drink well.  Morgan and Caitlin were trying to make tiktoks, Adam kept running it per usual.

Jordy was trying to get a kiss out of Adam, even though he was after at least four joints and Adam don’t smoke. Jonathan was tryna flirt with Morgan. Morgan’s his girlfriend. “Emma! Look, I gotta girl!” Jon Jon shouted at me, kissing Morgan’s cheek. She laughed at him, shoving him gently. He fell on his back and stayed there. “I still have no idea why I go drinking with you lot” I snickered, falling next to Jon Jon in solidarity. 

My Jack Daniels was almost gone, my buzz steading ever so slightly. Jordy fell by my side, giggling over the fact he got a kiss on the cheek. Adam tripped over his legs, there goes the blue wicked. “Adam!” We all groaned at him. He flipped us off before rolling off of Jordy. The girls joined the little circle we had going on, Billy Rose just deciding to use me as a pillow. “Uhhh, lads and ladies…. Marty coming in hot” Adam groaned, seeing my birth mother.

She looked as toxic as ever. Her oversized tracksuit jumper and a pair of blue jeans were covered in small patches of white powder. “Your coke delivery went well I suppose” I coughed, pushing Billy off of me. She glared at me. “Come on girls, parties over” Marty sighed, latching her hand onto my forearm. “Ow!” I yelped as she dragged me up from the ground. Morgan glared at her while Caitlin was helping Billy Rose from the ground. 

“Hands off her!” Morgan snapped, smacking Marty’s hand off of me. “Nice one M” I smiled at my friend. “Always needing others to help you, Elrisia” Marty smirked at me. I threw the bottle of Jack Daniels at her, missing her face by an inch. “My name is Emma” I snapped, walking ahead of her. 

“That’s fine! We’ll just call a taxi!” Jon Jon shouted before Marty grabbed my shoulder tightly. “Why don’t you take shotgun Emma” She spat like a mild venom. The look in her eyes made us shiver. The woman had instantly put us in a cautious sense of mind. Martha Clarks has a plan.

“Nah! I’ll take shotgun, my legs are killing me Ms Clarks” Billy Rose smirked, opening the passenger side of the front of the car. I could see the steam come right out of my mother’s ears as she practically stomped to the driver's side.

I sat in between Morgan and Caitlin in the middle seat. The pair were talking with Caitlin’s mam, a plan we devised when they first learned about my birth mother. “Uhhh… Ms. Clarks, why do you have your indicator on?” Billy asked, seeing her click the switch to do so. I looked up from my phone, the slight red glow in Marty’s eye caught me off guard.

“That truck” She said with a sadistic smile on her face.  “Mam!”

I woke up gasping for air. My entire body froze in place, the lingering feeling of the crash never leaving. The strands of my hair ended up soaked from the spit in my mouth. I couldn't move my arms to fix it, fear freezing me in place. I barely took notice of my surroundings as Billy's scream echoed louder in my ears. Why was it so cold? I couldn't feel my fingers? Why can’t I feel my fingers?

“Son, she is awake”

I turned my head to see… Jor-El? “Fuck your fatter in person” I told him. Guess Clark got Lara’s good looks. “Excuse me?” Jor-El asked, his little offended by my comment. Clark had walked into view, noticing the scowl on Jor-El’s hologram face. “It’s not like you have emotions, you’re an AI” I stated, making the hologram sigh. He knows I’m right. “Emma, please” Clark sighed, his head dropping at my tone of voice. I rolled my eyes at him.

Jor-El turned to Clark, a grumpy look on his face. “The kryptonite should not affect you or the twins, but I highly suggest keeping her away from the public. It will take a couple of days before it leaves her immune system” He informed Clark before disappearing in a small flash of light. Clark raised his eyebrows at me, hands on his hips.

“What?” I asked innocently. Clark sighed once more, “Can you try for just a moment to be nice? Especially to my Father?” Clark asked, his voice sounding desperate. I slumped my shoulders at him. “I just said the first thing that came to mind. You do realise I know way more than you think right?” I reminded him, getting up from whatever I was sitting on.

Clark gave me an odd look. Probably because I was just attacked and seemed super unfazed by it. Amateur. “So, what time is it?” I asked, almost slipping on the icy floor. “About eleven at night, Lois is trying to keep Sam in line while the twins are worried about you” He told me. I groaned at Sam’s mention. I’ve had enough toxic parenting for one night, I don’t need to add his and that stupid military crap on top of it.

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{3rd Person's Perspective}

Emma smiled awkwardly as she walked from behind Clark into the house. The scuffling of feet made her jump as the twins came to greet her. “Emma!” Jordan exclaimed, running to hug her. Emma wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze. “I’m alright, I’ve had way worse than a green glowing rock in my system” Emma brushed aside as she broke the hug. Sam let out a deep, very fake cough at the young girl’s statement.

Emma felt her brief feeling of peace die out faster than her will to live. “What is worse than Kryptonite Ms Ní Chroídheán?” Sam asked her. Emma held back a sigh. “As of right now your presence” She slipped, giving the man an unpleasant look. Jordan and Jon held back their laughs while their parents tried to be unfazed by the teen’s comment. “Excuse me?” Sam spat, already not liking the girl. “I didn’t realise you were that old you needed hearing aids” Emma asked, her head feeling like it was gonna explode. Lois quickly stood in the space between the two. Lord knows what they could cause. 

“Dad, this is Emma. Emma this is Sam, my–” Lois didn’t even finish her sentence. “Your dad with the same ‘toxic honour above all else’ bull as my mother who just attacked me. So please don’t feel offended if I’m not gonna take your bullshit” Emma glared before walking up the stairs. The Kent family and Sam all looked at each other, Clark the most worried. “Did she just say her mother attacked her with Kryptonite?” Jon asked out loud. They heard a loud crash and Emma’s normal string of curses. Jordan looked at his Dad worried when he asked, “Did Holo-gramps say anything about… that?”.

Clark only sighed, knowing Sam is gonna have very, very strong opinions on this. “The Kryptonite was made to only affect Emma, if she says that her mother attacked her then we need to learn more about her” Clark explained. He knew that she wasn’t a great mother but if this is a ‘tame’ attack, he didn’t want to imagine what could be the worst.

Sam let out another cough, hoping the twins would leave the room. Thankfully they had gotten the hint and went to check up on Emma before bed. Lois quickly shifted from concerned to annoyed faster than Clark could fly around the world. “Really Dad?” Lois huffed, hands on her hips as Clark stood next to her. “Excuse me? That young girl needs to learn respect” Sam began to argue with his daughter.

Lois felt like a volcano ready to erupt. “She was attacked, Dad! She’s only a kid, so if she doesn't want to deal with your crap then she doesn’t! You are not the one who is looking after her wellbeing!” Lois argued back, her hands going everywhere to prove her point. “She shouldn’t be your responsibility! Where are her parents?” Sam pointed out.

“Dad’s dead! Mother’s a psychopath! Everyone else is probably dead! So can you both stop fighting about me!” Emma’s voice screamed, already sounding sickly. Lois and Sam stopped in their tracks and looked to where the stairs are. “What?” Clark asked, seeing Emma stand at the top of the stairs.

Emma had already changed into a pair of jammies and a hoodie as she rubbed her nose with the cuff of her sleeve. She already looked done with everything and everyone. “Emma, can you remember what happened?” Clark asked her. Emma took a step back, what she said had finally registered in her head. “I’m not stupid. I’ve seen and read enough to know” Emma answered him, looking down at her feet. “Know what Emma?” Lois asked, ignoring the rude looks from her father.

“My world. It’s gone and I’m just waiting until you guys are sick of me at this point” Emma choked back a sob, her eyes emitting a soft green glow. The glow started to climb around her body, jagged, straight, long and short glowing lines became see-through. “Emma” Clark began walking up the stairs gently. Emma began to sway as a thick line manifested on her neck.

“Aunt Natalie?” Emma murmured before falling back. Clark sped to her before she could hit the floor. As he caught her, the glowing died down. The lines became a light pink on her visible skin. But the one place the glow didn’t die was her left wrist. Clark carefully pulled up her sleeve. 

‘El Mayarah’ was written in cursive and so were four small hearts with the initials ‘S.O’B’ ‘B.R.O’ ‘N.O’B’ and ‘C.C’.

Lois ran to Clark’s side. She quickly noticed the tattoos on her wrist. “Isn’t that…?” Lois trialled off. “Kryptonian and the meaning behind the crest?” Clark questioned before letting out a sigh. “Yes, yes it is” He answered, knowing that Sam was going to gloat when he finds out.

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Emma woke with a start, the sound of her heart beating in her ears. She didn’t recognise where she was, the small sparks of anxiety had flickered in her panicked state. It wasn’t until she felt a warm hand take her own did she looked to her left. Jordan held her hand, his eyes bloodshot as he looked into her own. “Jord? What… What happened?” Emma asked him, her cheeks tinted red from their close proximity.

“You fainted and…” His eyes went to her hand, his thumb ghosting over a light pink line on the back of her hand. Emma’s eyes widened as she pulled her hand closer to her face and her sleeve up. “They’re back” She whispered, her fingers tracing the scars with the tips of her fingers. Her eyes welled with tears as she closed in on herself, cradling her left hand. 

Jordan hesitated for a moment. He knew that nothing he said was going to comfort her. He did the only thing he knew could give her some sort of comfort. He wrapped his arms around her sobbing body and held her close.

Emma didn’t know what way to feel. For almost a month she had felt wrong. How could she? The parts of her that she has always had were gone. How could she prove that her mother was cruel when the only evidence she’d ever had disappeared and she didn’t know-how. Now that they’re back, her scars, her tattoos, it felt… Her scars.

She could see the flashes of knives, bags of white or brown, and the sinister smirk her mother would wear. And the same sentence she muttered every time, “You’re becoming stronger princess” with venom tracing her words to sound ever so sweet. I could barely hear Jordan’s soft voice over the loud ones that screamed in my head. ‘Pathetic, Useless, Filthy, Repulsive’. She’s a mess. All Emma ever could be was a fake, lying mess that covered up everything.

Emma knew the minute she spoke about her mother that no one would believe her. How could they? All they’ll think is that she’s an attention-seeking brat who can’t function without someone helping her. “It’s okay, Em. I’m not going anywhere” Jordan whispered, rubbing calming circles into her forearm. And they stayed like that, in the comfort of each other's arms.

Usually, Emma would force herself to stop and then tell whoever that she was okay now. Hell, she’s done that to Jordan before. But now? All that Emma could do was let him comfort her. There was something about this moment that made Emma wonder why? 

Why have they let her stay when she’s an emotional wreck?

Why is she allowing herself to break? No one has ever been okay when she broke. It was always words that forced her to keep it together. She was the rock her family fell to when they broke. Her brothers, that includes her cousins and best friend, always came to her for everything. Hide weed, money, need to find a place 'cause your mother was drunk again, she could do it in an hour tops. Come to think of it, the only thing she hasn't done was hide a dead body. 

Like her Nana always told her, 'the women of our family are the glue that keeps us stronger than time'. Ever since her Aunt Natalie died, she not only had her brothers and sisters coming to her, but her Jon Jon, Adam and even Jordy. She had to be the glue, she was the last female O'Brien and the Eldest of her mother's family. 

Yet when she was in his arms, it all melted away with his embrace. She felt safe listening to his heartbeat over the voice of her mother insulting her in the back of her head. His hoodie felt soft even though she was crying on it. 

"Why are you still helping me? I'm a mess" Emma asked in a hushed whisper, her fists holding his oversized hoodie. Jordan gently broke the hug, one had on Emma's shoulder and the other ghosting over her cheek. "I care about you Em, I'll never stop caring about you" Jordan told her, the small gap between them becoming very aware to Emma. 

"Promise?" 

"Always" 

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Clark gave Emma a glass of water, her dark green veins highlighting her pale skin. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked her, concerned that the young girl had said the infamous words 'we need to talk'. "Yep, but first things first. Kilgrave. You need to go" Emma pointed at Clark. The she pointed at Sam with a scowl on her face, " 'Cause you are sadly right. He's gonna escape using chewing gum?" Emma questioned before waving her hand everywhere. "Something really science-y and typical for a villain of his stature" Emma waved off.

Ignoring the shocked faces of the three adults, Emma took a breath as she decided on what to start with. 

"The first time I ever saw drugs, I was three. My mam was stuffing it down my nappy. I was used to smuggle drugs from the Republic of Ireland to the UK. She used me till I was six. Most of these scars, they had drugs behind them. Weed, Heroine, Cocaine. You name it, she used me to either smuggle, test or both. I've been in a child rehab because of it. I'm a heroine baby, I was born with the shit in my system so I can get hooked way too easily. When I was five, my mam collected from an overnight stay with my dad. I was missing for three months. I don't remember it, doctors chalked it up to drugs or some sort of mental protection from my brain. 

It was fine after that, sure she would still use around me and my older brother, Conner and while she was pregnant with my little brother, Antony. Then it was just a couple week after my seventh birthday. My dad bought me my first Superman comic. She got angry, I've never seen her so vicious. My dad hid me in the kitchen cupboard under the sink with his phone. I rang the guards the moment I heard stuff breaking. But when it got quiet, I came out and I swore just for a moment… my mam's eyes… they were red. My dad was on the floor… he umm, he died in front of me" Emma stalled a breath, her eyes closed tight as she held back the tears. She couldn't look at Clark or Lois, she knew they probably wanted to kick her out. Not that she'd blame them, that's what the Lordans did, along with throwing glasses and forks at her legs. 

She felt a weight on her hand that made Emma open her eyes. Lois gave her a sad but sympathetic smile. "It's okay, you don't have to tell us if you can't" She told her. "No, I have to be honest. You and Clark have done so much for me in the past month. You two should know what I am. A drug dealer's daughter" Emma admitted for the first time ever. Lois nodded, allowing the young girl to continue. 

"After my dad died, I bounced from foster home to foster home. Some good, some bad. Adding to my scar count. When I was nine, I was fostered for the first time with my brothers. My mam was pregnant again and they wanted us to be in the same place. But when Sophie was born, the woman who was fostering us, adopted us along with Sophie. It was okay for a while, My aunt Natalie came back from working abroad and came out as bisexual. She started dating my Jeju's sister and they got married, adopted a kid I knew from an old foster home. I actually made friends on my own… Like Billy" Emma stalled, her breaths becoming fast paced. Clark tried to help her but Emma only pushed his hand away weakly. 

She stood up, walking a few steps away from the table. She bawled her hands into fists as the dark green in her veins glowed brighter than kryptonite. "Ahh, why is this so hard!" Emma tried to keep down her scream of agony. Her veins were on fire, every part of her body was like she was in a sauna for her own blood. "Emma" Clark called out, grabbing her by her arm. His skin let out a hiss before he pulled back. 

"Did you honestly think it would be that easy?" 

Emma looked up from the floor, the cloaked figure standing above her. She could see the smirk on her face. Emma held onto the wall support beam as she rose from the floor. She formed a snarky grin. "Martha Clarks, hiding under a cloak. Thought you were proud to be a dealer" Emma spat, her nose bleeding as she did. 

The figure went from the middle of the living room to holding Emma up by her throat against the wall. The hood fell as red eyes glowed. Emma felt her entire body shatter. "You… You're—"

"Kryptonian. Took you long enough daughter" She snarled, ready to blast the girl to dust. "I poisoned you with kryptonite. How did it take you so long to realise?" Martha hissed at her daughter, her eyes slightly simmer down as she lowered Emma to the floor. She scoffed at the girl who scuttered away towards Lois and Clark. "Pathetic. How are you… a scared and gullible child supposed to carry on the Alor family legacy? You don't even react to a yellow sun" Martha spat at her, the woman's voice changing from its unrecognisable echos to a very known British accent most likely from Nottingham with the way she pronounced her words.

Emma was lifted from the floor by Lois, her legs barely strong enough for her to stand. Martha only smiled at the state of her daughter, a rush of joy coursing through her abnormal veins. "Weak legs. Check. Glowing veins. Check" She began to listing off, her smile growing wider as her eyes became infatuated with the sickly look. "I wonder when you're gonna hear the voices" She ticked her tongue. 

Emma felt her stomach drop with her mother's tone. "Voices? What voices?" Emma asked, her voice raspy and her breath shortened. "Your father, Billy Rose, Conner… Natalie" Martha listed again walking closer to Emma, for only the table keeping the distance. "Every person who died… because of you" 

"You killed them… Natalie died from…" 

"An attack outside her own pub. A knife that left water in the wound" Martha let out a breath, the air becoming a mist as ice formed in her closed hand. Once she opened it, a dagger made of ice sat nicely on the palm of her hand. Emma left the support of Lois as she slowly made her way to her mother, clinging to the kitchen chairs for dear life. 

Martha was taken back as her daughter's burst of strength. But she remembered that family is a powerful tool for good or evil. Emma stood as best she could in front of Martha before her hand curled into a fist and swung at the blonde. Martha caught her fragile fist, pouting with fake innocence at the child. "Did you truly think that through?" She asked her daughter before holding her fist tighter. 

Emma gritted her teeth from the pain, her knees giving out as she fell to the floor once more. Exhaustion crawled its way to Emma's body, her veins glowing even brighter than ever. Martha looked at the sickened adults, mostly her gaze on Clark. 

"Alor. A little bit of family history you should know Kal" 

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As the sun rose from its slumber, the Kent twin simultaneously made their way downstairs. There was a swift and normal silence between them as Jordan walked barefoot alongside Jon who wore a pair of gray socks. 

However when they came into the kitchen, there was no small talk from their parents or even teh sarcastic comments from Emma, who has taken up the role of entertaining them with weird facts in the dull mornings. 

"Okay, this is officially weird" Jon smacked his lips. Clark and Lois shared a look before turning back to the boys. "Why don't you both sit down" Clark suggested, gesturing to the kitchen chairs. Jon looked to Jordan, who did the same. The curly haired twin was gonna sat something until his focus became the support beam close to his brother. 

"Was that always like that?" He asked, walking to the beam. The pristine white paint was chipped at the edges and the natural brown wood was chipped and sticking out. "Jordan. Take a seat" Lois sighed, pleading gently with her eyes. Jordan sat down next to Jon. 

Clark and Lois took a moment before the latter spoke up. "Emma's mother stopped by" Lois started. Both boys looked at their mother with wide eyes. “Isn’t Emma from an entirely different world than ours? How could her mom be here?" Jon asked, taken back by the news. Clark only sighed at the question. "We don't know yet, which is one of the reasons I won't be at practice today"  He told them, quickly facing the sad looks on their faces. 

"Only one?" Jordan asked him. "Emma warned your Dad about something, he needs to stop it. So You’re mom will be driving you to practice today" Sam's voice appeared as he walked in, fully clothed in his D.O.D attire and a mandela folder in hand. Lois gratefully took the folder from her father, giving him a smile. "That's everything about Martha Clarks that I could find and a few bits from Hank Henshaw" He told them before turning to his grandsons. 

He gave them a quick smile before ushering them to get ready, hoping that he could get at least two minutes with Clark. The twins quickly ran upstairs wanting to check on Emma before they left.  Jordan was the first to enter her room after a low 'okay' from the girl. 

Jordan felt a pang in his chest as his eyes met Emma's. Instead of her bright icy blue, her eyes where a grayish-blue that made her sickly pale skin look even worse. Her veins glowed a dimming green, with a burst of light Emma coughed roughly into the pillow behind her. Her arms were too weak to move. Usually Jordan would find the girl with the blanket up to her chin, always complaining of the cold. But now the blanket reached to her waist as one of her legs hung over the cold floorboards. 

Emma gave him a weak smile, her hand gently lifting for his touch. Emma knew what she was doing was stupid, but she desperately needed to feel his touch. She wanted the butterflies to replace the pit that her mother planted last night. Emma knew the minute the voices began, he would know the small secret she had been keeping from both him and Jonathan. 

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Jordan asked her, holding the girl's hand like she could break any minute. "Like shit. Why couldn't it be pink kryptonite" Emma rolled her eyes. Jordan looked at her with an amused sign. "Sarcasm, that's a good sign of health" Jordan let out a breathy laugh. Emma's smile got bigger, Jordan couldn't have guess that he referenced a line from the show Emma constantly referenced when Clark was around due to his doppelganger role but he still made her smile. 

Jordan felt a bit of pride when Emma's smile grew, his heart beating faster that he was the one to do that. "What's pink kryptonite? I thought there was only the green stuff?" He asked her, his thumb caressing her knuckles subconsciously. He didn't know that it was making Emma feel at ease or that her obsessive thoughts where fighting agasint her heart as it yearned for his presence to be so much more than Platonic. 

"It's artificial kryptonite made by Lex Luthor. It makes kryptonians gay" Emma snickered gently, the memories of Jordy and her reading that comic issue making her smile fade. "That sounds really homophobic" Jordan mentioned, however the thought of a rock making his dad gay slightly amused him. "Yeah, but being bisexual and making fun of that issue is hilarious" Emma mused, gently tightening her loose grip on Jordan's fingers. 

She saw the far way look in his eyes. She knew that look, the gears in his head doing a 360 with every thought that came to his mind. "Jord" Emma called out softly, taking his attention away from the voice in his head. He looked at her as if she was given stars by the universe only to show him what true beauty was like. Jordan noticed a stray strand of hair poking out from her tight ponytail. He gently brushed it behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. 

"I'm gonna be fine" Emma told him, her voice barely above a whisper. But her words failed to reassure the boy, as I fher goal was to convince herself more than him. "Ju… Just promise me that you'll call me, if anything happens" Jordan pleaded with her soflty. He knew that Emma wasn't his grandfather's biggest fan. 

"I swear" Emma told him. 

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The morning was gone to quick for Emma's liking. She thankfully had enough strength to reach the bathroom, her lower back making her want to curl up into a ball to cry. So it was no surprise when she saw blood when she painfully pulled down her pants. She actually thanked whatever God made her take her phone with her to the bathroom. 

After a few moments of the forgiven dial tones, the sound of her call being answered briefly caught her focus. 

"Emma? Is everything okay?" Lois asked from the other end. 

"Uhh.. Where do you… keep your tampons… or or the pads?" Emma asked, praying the older woman used tampons as the latter made her break out in a nasty rash down there. 

Lois must have been taken back before answering the young girl. 

"The tampons are in the cabinet under the sink. Do you need me to pick up anything? Chocolate, ice-cream, a bag or two of chips?" 

Emma just mumbled a no. Lois had done enough for her already and she didn't want to burden her more. "Umm, no I'm okay. Thank you" Emma responded before hanging up. She quickly cleaned herself up, making sure that her hands were clean of any blood. She changed her bottoms before throwing them in the laundry basket of the guest room. 

She then curled into a ball as the period pain collided with the kryptonite pain. Tears rolled gently down her eyes as she took the pain. 

Kono slapped Emma's hand away from her car stereo as Arctic Monkeys' latest song played. "No trying to read my messages" Kono scolded her sister as they stopped at a red light. Emma looked after sister with a bored look. "You won't even tell me where we're going or why we are taking the same route to the hospital" Emma pointed out, huffing as she laid back in her seat. 

As the car started up again, and soon enough the sisters were at the local hospital where their mother and aunt worked. Kono took a moment before exiting the car, catching her little sister's attention. “Listen, I didn’t say anything because I don’t need another reason to collect you from the gardaí station” Kono began, catching Emma’s attention like wildfire. 

“What happened?” Emma asked, her body freezing in place. “It’s Mam. She’s in surgery” Kono told her very carefully, making sure to lock the car doors. “Why! I swear to every god who has ever been thought of, if it was Marty I’m gonna kill a bitch” Emma seethed her mind jumping to her surrogate.

Kono sighed, “This is why you go to therapy” she muttered, hitting her head off the steering wheel. Kono then sat up straight and stop her little sister mid-murder planning. “Mam’s kidney is failing, so we need to be tested to see if we can donate. If not, Mam will be on a waiting list or we will call her family up in Northern Ireland” Kono told her, a hand on her shoulder.

Emma nodded before a familiar car drove up beside them. “Fuck” Emma groaned loudly as the driver tapped on the window beside her. Emma plastered a smile more fake than Clark Kent’s glasses and pressed the button for the window to go down.

“Detective Twomey, what a lovely surprise” Kono spoke first, a similar smile on her face. “Kono” She nodded at the blonde before looking at Emma with a sarcastic smile. “Emma Ní Chroídheán” She greeted with a playful tone.

“Hi Audrey, still tryna find my burn book” Emma smirked at the woman, who only shook her head. “Actually, I’m not here for you kid” Audrey admitted, fixing her uniform jacket. Emma was a little taken back. “Did Antony try to spray paint a wall or something?” Kono asked, unlocking the car.

Audrey bit her lip back. “No, the hospital called. Whatever put your mother in surgery, it wasn’t natural. It was drugs” The gardaí gave the younger girl a side glance. She watched Emma’s face morphed into a seething rage.

“Martha”

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Jon and Jordan walked on the side of the road. Practice was uneventful so there wasn’t much to talk about. Yet Jon couldn’t help but notice Jordan checking his phone every two minutes.

“She’s sick, not ghosting you” Jon pointed out.

Jordan looked up at his brother with a confused look. “Sorry what?” He lied, pretending not to know who his twin was referring to. “Emma” Jon rolled his eyes. “She’s probably sleeping. She’s always complaining about not getting enough of it” Jon shrugged, his brother knowing it’s true.

Jordan sighed, putting away his phone. “I know, I’m just worried about her” Jordan admitted to his brother. Jon swung his arm around Jordan, pulling him in close. “We all are. But Dad will figure something out” Jon reassured him.

His brother didn’t seem to react to the semi-positive words. “Did you know that when Emma’s nervous or scared she uses Irish slang?” He asked Jon, raising an eyebrow. Jon was taken back for a moment before the realisation settled in.

That lovesick idiot.

“Really? You know Irish slang?” Jon asked him, already knowing the answer. Jordan only shrugged his shoulders. “I looked some stuff up and when I saw the definitions it kinda made sense. I mean the first time you pissed her off she called you a fean” Jordan reminded him. Jon only shook his head. “What does fean mean then? Idiot” Jon guessed.

“It’s just an informal way to say man. That’s why I’m worried, if Emma was scared that her entire home was gone would she be so calm about it” Jordan pointed out, making Jon finally understand his point. “So you think that Emma has known this entire time?” Jon asked as they turned into the farm, the mailbox open with today’s mail.

Jordan only shrugged before seeing Emma sitting on the porch, her head resting against the wall. Jordan walked up to her, noticing the blanket wrapped around her as she slept in the worst position he’s ever seen.

She looked worst than ever. Her skin was way too pale, almost like a sheet of paper. Her veins were a darker green like poison you’d see in cartoons. Her hair had changed too. It was a beautiful caramel brown but now it was almost grey like the colour had faded.

Jordan gently shook her awake, “Em” he called out gently. Emma gently opened her eyes, pulling the blanket tighter around her. “Jord?” She mumbled. That’s when she opened her eyes properly. The gorgeous ice blue eyes had drastically faded into a dark grey with the rims of her iris’ were also green.

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After returning from the failed prison transfer, Clark had wanted to try and speak to Emma. Even with the Man of Steel there, Kilgrave still escaped with the help of a mysterious woman. Emma’s mother.

He walked up to her room to see his boys watching over her with concerned looks. “What happened?” He asked, the small smell of something metallic in the air. Jordan couldn’t form a word as he watched Emma mumble to herself.

“No… please don’t hurt him” Emma whimpered, her hand reaching out weakly for something that wasn’t there. It had started, she was hearing the voices Martha had warned them about. “When did this start?” Clark asked the rushing over to the young girl.

“After she left the bathroom. We called Mom and she also said she got her… monthly thing” Jon told his father, hoping he’d understand what he meant. Clark only nodded before lifting Emma into his arms. “She needs to stay at the Fortress until we figure this out” He declared before flying away from the farm.

Once he landed in the fortress, Clark immediately laid Emma down in an incubator. Quickly awaking Jor-El, he began to run tests on the girl. “Father, is there any chance she may be—” Clark began looking at the A.I.

“—Kyrptonian? Yes, it seems her cells needed to adjust to our worlds yellow sun before her DNA could show us, hence why the first test was inconclusive”

Clark nodded as he looked over to Emma who was mumbling again. Something about a motorcycle? He then looked at the holographic display his father made of her body. Almost 60% of her body was infected with the altered kryptonite. What was he gonna do?

“Father, who were the House of Alor?”

#jordan x emma #different world #superman and lois fanfic #superman and lois fanfiction #jordan kent x emma ní chroídheán #jorma #jordan kent #jonathan ‘jon’ kent #lois lane #clark kent #superman #emma ní chroídhean

[garciaasfluffypen]

kara’s first story

pairing: autistic!kara danvers and lena luthor word count: disclaimer: NOT ALL AUTISM IS THE SAME. THERE ARE DIFFERING LEVELS OF FUNCTIONALITY PER HUMAN. YOU MAY NOT LIKE MY WRITING BUT DON’T SHIT ON ME FOR HOW I PORTRAY THIS VERSION OF KARA. I’M GOING BASED OFF OF WHAT I KNOW AS SOMEONE WHO’S WORKED WITH HUMANS WITH AUTISM FOR 13 YEARS. 

“Clark! Clark! Clark!” Kara ran into her apartment, not even thinking about taking her shoes off at the moment. She’d deal with that later. “Clark!”

“Whoa, speedy, I’m here. What’s up?”

“Clark look! That’s Lena!”

“That is Lena.” Clark took the magazine from Kara, reading the front cover. “Wait, Kara… You got published?”

“That’s my story! Snapper put my story in the magazine!”

“Kara, this is amazing!”

“We haved to call Alex!”

“Have to, Kar. But yes, let’s call her!”

“Have to call Alex. Have to call.” Kara corrected herself. “We have to call Alex.”

“That we do. Do you want to invite Maggie over too?”

“And Lena!”

“I’ll call Lena and see if she’s free--”

“No. I want to.”

Clark’s eyebrows shot up. “You do?”

“I want to go see Lena.”

“Well, she’s probably busy…”

Kara took off her glasses and concentrated hard, trying to focus on the sound of Lena’s heartbeat. When she found it, she scrunched her face up as she listened for her voice. She heard Lena talking to Jess, about her story. Lena was talking about her!

“She’s not busy. She’s talking to Jess. I can go see her!”

“Kara, I think you’re forgetting something very important.”

Kara turned around, running back over to Clark. She grabbed the magazine from him and bought him in for a hug, digging her face into his shoulder slightly. She grabbed her keys from the table and ran out, smiling really big. Her very first story got published! That was unheard of. Especially with Snapper. The blonde couldn’t help but feel the urge to fly to Lena’s office, but she remembered that Lena didn’t know she was Supergirl, and she couldn’t do that yet. With a pout, she walked the five blocks to the big L-Corp building, letting the sun's energy fuel her for when she went to her sparring lessons with Alex later. She walked inside the building and gave the guard the badge Lena gave her for special access, and was lead over to a special hidden elevator. Lena said it would be just for the two of them, if they didn’t include Jess. Kara pressed the button and plugged her ears, waiting for the elevator to make it up to Lena’s floor.

“Lena! Lena! Lena!”

“Ah, just the person I was hoping to see today!” Lena stumbled back as Kara practically tackled her in a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around the brunette. “What news do you have for me today?”

“Lena I got punished!”

“Punished?”

“No. Wrong word Kara. Wrong word.” Kara’s face scrunched up into a pout as she dug her nails into her wrist, not noticing Lena’s concerned face. “Wrong word.”

“Hey.” Lena gently placed her hand onto Kara’s arm, using her other hand to tilt Kara’s head so she was looking at her. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t be upset.”

“But I used the wrong word.I have to use the right word so people know what I’m talking about.”

“It’s okay. I use wrong words all the time.” Lena smiled lightly. “Now show me your news! I wanna hear all about the life of Kara Danvers since I last saw you.”

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“Kara, where have you been?” Alex rushed over to Kara, bringing her in for a hug. “You missed sparing today.”

“I was with Lena.”

“Lena, the one you wrote the story on?”

“You sawed my story too?”

“Saw. I saw your story, yes.” Alex smiled. “I got nervous.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you’re okay. You were excited.” Alex smiled. “And I loved your story. It was very well written. I love the words you used.”

“Really?”

“I do. I’m so proud of you, Kara. I told you that you could get published.”

Kara beamed. “Everyone is gonna read my story, Alex! They’re gonna love Lena!”

“I hope they will. For now, let’s get you back to Vasquez so we can work on your sparring, yeah?”

“Okay!”

After sparring was over, Kara took a shower and changed into her street clothes, and going home with Alex. The two of them went back to Kara’s apartment and walked inside, smiling when they saw Clark putting up a “CONGRATULATIONS” banner. Maggie walked around the corner with a tin full of cupcakes and placed them on the counter, opening her arms and waiting for Kara to give her a hug. Alex nudged her forward and Kara shuffled over and leant into Maggie. She wasn’t ready for full hugs yet, so all she did was lean into her body. It worked the same, because Maggie would always wrap her arms around Kara.

“Congrats, Little Danvers.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey Kara, I got you a present.”

“I got a present?”

“Close your eyes.”

Kara’s hands flew up to her face and she started humming, rocking her body back and forth. She waited there a few seconds and tried to listen really closely, but whatever Clark was grabbing was very quiet. She waited a few more seconds before feeling a tap on her shoulder, which she knew was a signal to open her eyes.

“Lena!”

The blonde went straight to Lena, smiling widely as she bought the brunette CEO in for a hug. She could vaguely hear Maggie make some sort of comment about how she never got hugs, and stuck her tongue out at the detective. Lena laughed and Kara's heart fluttered. She wasn't sure why, but Lena's laugh was one of her most absolute favorite sounds in the whole wide world. She could listen to Lena laugh for hours on end and not get tired of it. That was one thing she loved about Lena. That she could hang out with her and do normal people things. Lena didn't see her as just an autistic girl. No, Lena saw her for something more than what she was. Lena saw her for her true self, and it made Kara feel like a million bucks. Gone were the days of everyone faking being Kara's friend, and now she could hang out with her people and not have to worry about who she was. It was amazing. Lena was amazing. Everything was perfect.

For now.

#kara danvers one shot #kara danvers fanfiction #lena luthor fanfiction #lena luthor x kara danvers #kara danvers x lena luthor #autistic!kara danvers #an i (queue) of 187

[imagineblogsstuff]

IMAGINE: You did something that shocked everyone.

The 100 X reader.

All my imagines will be written in 3rd person.

“What is that?” Raven asked her voice trembling as they nailed a large, tall log upright into the earth, thousands of torchlights beaming around them.

“That’s for Finn, they want us to watch.”Clarke said uttered softly, after a moment of hesitation, her stomach dropping.

“We’re gonna get him back, We’ll get close enough and we’ll hit ‘‘em hard.” Bellamy said, his tone was distracted his mind fogged by the scene; turning his head to look at Kane, standing next to him with a pleading look.

“There’s thousands of them, even if we could kill hundreds, they’d still wipe out this camp and your friend would die” a women voice said, voice overcome with sympathy for the friends who had to watch their friend be killed.

“We have to try..” was Bellamy’s only answer, The women’s words going in one ear and out the other.

“Abby?, Abby! we have to do something!” Raven standing next to to her adressed the Chanvellor, a knot twisting unforgivingly in her throat as her desperation grew.

“No, Raven.” Abby sorrowfully shook her head, the brunette stifling a whimper as her lower lip quivered unmanageably.

“Take this.” Y/n handled Bellamy their pack, he confusedly knitted his brows as they all marched towards the gate.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna talk to the commander.” Y/n said, putting the gun in their lower belt.

“what else do you have to say?”

“i don’t known! I don’t know” y/n shook their head in stress

“give me your hand.” Raven told them, everyone exchanging uncertain glances as y/n did what Raven told them, the mechanic slipping a long blade up the sleeve of y/n’s coat. Something inside the girl had shifted, a dark shift, as her lower, dangerous voice wavered in lunacy. Her eyes burning with urgency, a burst of mania swallowing her whole. “if she won’t let him go, kill her. Things will go crazy, and then we’ll grab you and Finn. Y/n… you have to help him. i own him my life.”

There was a beat, Y/n gave a nod. it meant nothing and Clarke knew that. She know that y/n small gesture was merely to appease Raven, who had gone completely insane.

The gates closed behind y/n as they strode out into the cold night to do god knows what. the three scurried back to the fence to watch with racing hearts, the lightest of rain begging to drizzle down on them. It was then that Finn was brought out.

He was being harshly lugged around by a down different men, eyes shimmering in unadulterated fear in the beaming torchlight as they pushed him unforgivably against the post, tying him tightly to it with some jagged rope.

Clarke didn’t so much as blicnk when Ravens fingernails went digging into her forearm, Raven gripping so hard she was surely breaking the skin.

it wasn’t until y/n turned on their heel and ran to finn did the the last morsel of Clarke had been naively holding onto crumble away, her heart sinking to the pits of her stomach.

it was over, and she know it.

“What are they doing?” Raven whispered with knitted brows, unable to grasp only the reality of the situation even now, even as y/n grabbed into Fin and gave him a hug, the hug was to tight that even God couldn’t breath, it was clear of a goodbye as it could be.

Y/n hugged him even tight when somebody tried to pull their numb body off of him so they could begin their sanguine performance.

Something wasn’t right, and Bellamy know it the second he saw Finn’s head fall limp against y/n shoulder, realising what just happened he turned to Raven quickly “Raven, don’t look.”

“What?”the mechanic muttered,Clarke hand flying to her head in distress.

“Don’t…” his voice trailed off as y/n pulled slowly away, stepping back to reveal the blood drenching Finn’s shirt, they arm and the blade in they fingers dripping with the same dark, crimson shade.

They had plunged the knife Raven had given them to save the their best friend.

At first no one dared to move a muscle, Skairu and Teikru alike struck dumb by the 18 year old, bur after a few seconds the grounders infuriated yelled in rage and lifted their weapons, begging to charge after y/n.

“IT IS DONE!” The commander silenced them with a single roar, stopping an entire army with the mere lift of a hand. The whole camp was so quiet that you could heart the heart breaking scream of Reven.

Finn Collins was dead.

And Y/n Y/l/n had killed him.

#yn #the 100 #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #raven reyes #finn collins #ynn