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gayerthanevertbh · 11 months

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angry individual.

pairings: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: natasha isn’t always a jealous person, until she sees her sister flirting with what’s hers.

anon request: can u write a one shot of like freinds to lovers kinda troupe with gp tasha but yelena also has a thing for y/n but nat is crazy about y/n and gets super jealous at one of starks party seeing yelena and y/n together so she storms off and reader goes to look for her and nat is so angry and slams y/n against the wall and is being so controlling saying reader shouldnt be near yelena then it leads to nat telling y/n how much she wants her and then its angry sex

warnings: angry sex (kind of?), g!p natasha, breeding kink, daddy kink, pet names, dirty talking, slapping, natasha just being mean, face paiting - 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count: 3.5k

author’s note: hopefully this is okay with you, anon! also, will be closing my requests again BUT i’ll be doing the requests that you guys have sent me. enjoy this one for now!

“Mmph,” Natasha moaned into your mouth as she cradled you in her lap, her hardening appendage visible through her sweatpants. She pulls away from your lips, gasping as she feels your warm, covered core on her lap. “I could feel you from here; are you that desperate for me?”

“If you wouldn’t stop making out with me I wouldn’t be this wet,” you smirked at her.

“My, my,” she whispers with a sultry voice as she chases for your lips, her hands slipping through your shirt as she scratches your back. “You are so naughty, aren’t you?”

Natasha continues to assault your bruised lips as she grips onto your waist, causing you to roll your hips to feel her hard cock through her sweatpants. What’s even funnier is that you were in the compound’s living room, out in the open where everyone could see you making out with your girlfriend. But neither of you cared, you were desperate for one another. It’s almost as if you were obsessed with her as much as she was obsessed with you, and honestly it turned you on more.

As she continues to lather her tongue onto the roof of your mouth, her sister Yelena comes onto the scene with a snicker coming out of her mouth. Instead, you quickly turned over your shoulder as you removed yourself from Natasha’s lap, sitting beside the older woman with a reddish look evident on your face.

"You know this is a public space, right?" the younger assassin inquired, munching on her banana in peace. Natasha rolled her eyes, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and closing her legs to control her erection.

“Yelena, no one’s here except you.”

“Steve is just in another room while Tony is probably somewhere,” said Yelena with a smirk on her face. “Did I disrupt your sexy times?”

“Please don’t ever say that,” the older assassin asked pleadingly. You chuckled lightly and kissed her right cheek. “We’ll just go back to our room then–”

“You must really love my sister, huh Y/n?”

“O-Of course,” you replied with a stutter, along with a small nod. “I love her very much.”

“If I came along sooner you might’ve fell for me,” she quirked back, her voice seemed to be a little flirtatious as you noticed. “Natasha back then was a sex addict, she could fuck anyone and leave them the next day. I wouldn’t do that to you, Y/n. I could never hurt you like that.”

“This is getting a little insensitive,” Natasha murmured, noticing that her voice was a little on edge. “I’m different now, Lena. Y/n is good for me.”

“Sure, sure. But I’m just saying, I could treat her better.” she responded back with a chuckle, causing your face to turn red even more.

Yelena was a beautiful woman who was your age, so the two of you clicked immediately. Natasha didn't expect you two to get along at the time, but knowing that her partner was getting close to her sister made her heart happy. Everything seemed platonic and friendly at first. Until Natasha became more needy and refused to leave your side, Yelena began to be a little flirtatious from time to time, which you didn't like. Of course, you were flattered, but you knew your heart belonged to Natasha.

“Don’t listen to her,” murmured by your girlfriend against your ear as she squeezes your thigh gently. “She’s just playing with you.”

"Are you going to drink tonight, pretty?" Yelena inquired, with a small smile on her face. You could hear Natasha grumbling as she breathed, which you never expected a response like that from her. She wasn’t typically a jealous person, causing your relationship with her to go smoothly, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of her being envious over her sister.

“I guess so, why?”

“Nothing, I just want to see you there that’s all.”

"You're flirting with my girlfriend, Yelena." Natasha pointed out, her face expressionless as she stared at her sister.

Yelena rolled her eyes and walked away, mumbling, "Possessive bitch," as she passed you two by. You could hear Natasha sighing with relief.

"I'm sorry about that," Natasha apologized, bringing your hand to her lips and kissing it. “She’s just a loser.”

"I think it's cute," you said. Natasha raised an eyebrow as you lightly hit her upper arm, softly laughing. "I'm kidding, but I'm sure she's just being nice."

“That’s not nice,” she grumbled. “That’s called flirting.”

“Everyone flirts these days, including yourself.”

"But only with you," she sighs, kissing a sliver of skin on your neck. “Never with anyone.”

While the sun was setting, you and Natasha continued to watch a movie. While your girlfriend was enthralled by a particular scene, you were perplexed as to why Yelena was flirting with you. Did she like you as much as Natasha does? Why are you here in the first place? Maybe she was just being polite, you reasoned. But months passed, and Yelena's actions became increasingly out of control, to the point where Natasha became concerned. You sighed quietly to yourself as you rested your head against Natasha's shoulder.

You began to feel anxious as the floor began to fill up with more people you didn't know. You don't do well at parties, so Natasha was always by your side, especially when you had to drink alcohol - which you both know you can't ever recover from. Natasha was serving drinks to the other Avengers when you sat a few feet away on the barstool. You had a margarita in your hand because you didn't like vodka, and you sipped it occasionally while watching other people talk to other people. Tony was on his couch with a group of ladies, Steve was in the corner talking to Bruce, and you were alone with Peter, who was babbling about his web shooter.

“I asked Mr. Stark if he could help me to fix it, but he kept telling me he’s busy,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Do you think he hates me?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Maybe he’s just busy.”

“Maybe,” he replied quietly, sipping on his scotch. “By the way, Ms. Black Widow makes the best drinks ever. I love her for that.”

“Ms. Black Widow?” you giggled, causing him to nod vigorously.

“She is the Black Widow!” he exclaimed happily as the alcohol consumed through his body, which you could tell from afar. “You’re lucky, Y/n.”

“I am,” you agreed, looking at your girlfriend solemnly while she serves another drink for a man. “I am very lucky.”

“How about me?” you turned around to see Yelena interject from your conversation with Peter, smiling at you. “Do you think it’s luck that we both met?”

You sheepishly smile at her as you give her a hug. “Hey, Yelena. I thought you weren’t going to join.”

“Sorry about that, I was a little late.”

“From errands?”

She shook her head. “No, I was with Kate Bishop, helping her move furniture in her new apartment.”

“Ah,” you clicked your tongue, dragging the glass near your lips as you take another sip. “How is she doing? Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s too lazy,” she chuckled, placing her hand onto your knee as she squeezed it. You looked down briefly to see what she was doing, and you knew your girlfriend was right. She was, in fact, flirting with you. And you didn’t know how to respond to that. “Are you okay there, sweetheart?”

Natasha looks in your direction and notices her sister touching you, causing her veins boil with anger and jealousy. Jealous? Why would I feel jealous towards my own sister? Natasha thought crudely in her head. She’s just being nice, she’s just being…

"Y-Yeah," you laugh as she takes another step closer to you, her face a few inches away from yours. Natasha was even more envious because she was away from you and saw her sister flirt with the girl she loves. Somewhere deep within her, she felt possessive of you. You might not notice, but every time someone flirted with you, Natasha felt compelled to own you or something - which she knew wasn't healthy at first, but she couldn't help but feel that way. She cleans the last glass from the counter and walks away slowly, her gaze fixed on you.

“I wish we’ve met sooner,” Yelena said, sighing through her nose. “I would’ve been good for you.”

"I don't think Natasha would appreciate what you're saying right now, Yelena." you responded, feeling a little uneasy about the conversation and where it's going. Yelena only smiled, and you couldn't tell if it was a flirtatious or genuine smile.

"She's not here," the younger assassin said, looking to the left to right. “See? I could flirt with you all I want, and one day you'll fall in love with me. I know it.”

Natasha could hear what she was saying as her hand balled into a fist and her throat bobbed with pure rage. Jealousy begins to seep out of her, and she wonders if anyone else will notice. She takes a glass of vodka and dunks it down her throat, not even flinching at the bitter taste. She keeps an eye on your movements, wondering how you'll react to her.

“I should probably find her,” you stood up from the stool and gave Yelena a pat on her shoulder. “Hopefully you’ll find someone to flirt with here, Yels. Just not me.”

You were on your way to the compound's corridors when you suddenly felt your body turn as the woman behold you was staring at you angrily through her eyes. You gulped in fear and excitement.

“N-Nat!” you let out a trembling breath as you tried to kiss her cheek, but she flinched away from you. “W-What–”

"Shut the fuck up," she snarled, her voice venomous. She grips your wrist tightly in her rough hands as she leads you to her bedroom, closing and locking the door. Natasha slammed you against the wall, her nostrils flaring and her face inches away from yours, before you could ask what was going on. You closed your eyes but were forced to open them when Natasha's lips touched your neck and bit into your skin.

“I’m so angry at you right now,” she grumbles, slipping her hand through your skirt as you feel her cold fingers on your thigh, causing you to whine pitifully. “I said shut up! You did this to yourself, and you knew the consequences. Tell me, did you like the way she flirts with you?”

“N-No, of course not!”

“Then what did I see there?!” she exclaimed with rage, her hand wrapping around your throat as she squeezed it, not giving much care when you could feel yourself losing air from your lungs.

“Nat,” you begged, trying to push yourself away from her body. “P-Please–”

“It’s Daddy, little girl,” she whispered close to your face, spitting on your mouth. “Fucking lick it all up before I spank you so hard you might have to run to the police.”

You swallowed her spit, biting your lower lip as you were aroused by the way she was staring down at you with so much possession roaring out of her – it’s almost as if you find it intriguing, which it was. You were lying if you say this didn’t turn you on, because it was. And when you try to move away from her, her grasp on your waist gets tighter and tighter until you feel like you are pinned by the wall.

"Are you trying to get away from me?" you felt her hand grab the back of your head as she yanked it, exposing your neck for her pleasure. She sighs deeply as she leans down to smell you. "You have no idea how badly I want you, Y/n. How much you want me to move the world for you, to give everything up. You think Yelena is a better person for you? You're wrong, little girl. You're too stupid for her, and especially for me."

Before you could say anything, you felt her hand on your underwear, dragging it down from your legs to your ankles. She leans in for a hard kiss, moaning as her tongue slips inside your mouth and she feels your warm breath against hers. You two kiss each other harshly and slowly, battling for dominance with both of your tongues. But she was stronger, and you could feel her tongue in the back of your throat.

"D-Daddy," you yanked away, both your lips smacking, moaning as you felt her fingers rubbing your clit hard. “P-Please, I’m sorry!”

"Shh, give your body to Daddy," Natasha says as she pushes your silk tank top against her hand through your bra, gasping at your hardened nipple. “You want this, don’t you? Do you want Daddy to hurt you this badly?”

"Ah!" you felt her finger thrust inside your cunt, crying with an insane amount of pleasure seeping through your body, but Natasha didn't want you to have all of that pleasure - she wanted her own pleasure for herself. So, as you continue to moan in ecstasy, she slaps the inside of your thigh loudly.

"You don't get pleasure," she growls onto your lips, kissing your lips hard once more. She slaps your thigh again before unzipping her pants, her cock springing out as the head hits your covered abdomen. "Only I am capable of that."

"I'm sorry-"”

"Shut up," the woman mumbled, turning you around with your back to the wall. You tried to look over your shoulder, but you felt her hand pushing your face against the cold concrete. You began to cry, unsure whether out of pain or pleasure, but you didn't care. "I'm going to beat this pussy up until it's the shape of my cock if you make too much noise, got it?"

You nodded ruthlessly, and she grinned evilly back.

“Good, now open up for me, slut.”

Natasha spreads your pussy lips open as she grabs the tip of her cock, bringing it to your entrance and teasing it, moaning to herself. She has been wanting this all night, her head filled with naughty thoughts of you being submissive to her. She could feel herself growing another inch, since you were this wet for her. God, she could just break you in without any restriction.

You felt the older woman slipping inside of you within a minute, causing you to scream with delight. When she heard this, you felt a pair of hands cover your mouth tightly as she pushed you against the wall until your ass was pressed against her pubic bone. You could hear her whispering, "Fucking hell," as she felt your warmth around her cock, your walls gripping her so tightly that she could barely move.

“You like my cock inside of you, baby?” she whispers, her breath trembling as she pulls back and pushes back in with a harsh thrust, your body hitting the wall once again. “You like Daddy fucking you like this? Huh? You’re such a whore, flirting with my sister as if I don’t mean anything to you.”

This was completely false. It's all jealousy talk. You weren't flirting with Yelena; you were simply being nice to her. Natasha, on the other hand, saw it differently. You tried to speak, but her dick kept thrusting back into you, until your inner walls were bruised by the shape of her penis.

She expertly rolls her hips against you while roaming her other hand across your stomach, reaching for your other breast and squeezing it so hard that you almost think it's going to bruise. "You feel every inch of my cock inside of you?" mumbles the older woman, kissing your neck with such desperation within her. “Huh? You feel me, little girl? Do you feel Daddy filling you up this much? Oh, fuck… I want you so much.”

I want you more, Daddy.

Natasha moves at a brisk pace, her cock thrusting inside of you while she uses you as a fleshlight, her cock barely slipping out of you. She throws her head back as she feels her tip graze your cervix with each pounding. She licks your neck again, desperately rutting into you, unable to let go. You could hear her grunting with each hard thrust into you, and you realized you were having an orgasm sooner than you thought.

"Y-you say you're sorry, but you're not," she snaps at you, biting your skin so hard you could feel blood drawing from your body. “Defiling me, aren’t you? Kotenok, you look so good... So fucking good. So fucking tight.”

She didn't slow down. Instead, she was ruthlessly thrusting inside of you, as if she were a wild animal. Your wet skins were slapping each other, filling the entire room as the thick air swirled around your bodies. She clutched you tightly, as if she wouldn't let you go in a second. You could barely speak because every inch of her dick was thrusting wildly into you. You were moaning into her hand, wishing she'd slow down a little, but she didn't care because she needed this more than you.

"I'm so close," she grumbled, ripping your tank top with her strong hands while kneeling both of your covered breasts into her hands and rolling her hips into you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, Ugh... "Oh my god, my little doll, you're gripping me so tightly..."

You struggled to breathe every time she jackhammered into your pussy, almost passing out from the insane amount of pleasure both of you were experiencing. Natasha gives your neck kitten licks, but every now and then she ends up kissing your skin with her open mouth, smirking to herself when there's a dark purplish spot on your neck - knowing she did it. She pulls away from you and turns you around, pushing you up against the wall and easily slipping inside of you.

"Please kiss me," you begged. "Kiss me, please. I'm sorry, Daddy. It will never happen again."

"I know," she said, grabbing your neck and kissing you hard, her tongue slipping inside your mouth as she mumbled, "Now shut up and give yourself to Daddy."

"Fuckin' slut," she growls as she thrusts up into your cunt, her ass clenching with each hit. She ruts into you, faster than you could’ve ever imagined, until you hear her say: “Gonna explode into you, get you pregnant with my babies, and let Yelena know that you’re fucking mine!”

"Daddy-No!" you screamed, attempting to push her hips away, but she slaps you across the face, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "D-Do not do it, please-"”

“Fine, then I’ll just cum over your face then.”

She pulls out a little, the head of her penis inside of you, as she jerks herself off. “You’re mine,” she whispers. “You’re all mine, no one could have you except me. Remember that, or else I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.”

She pushes you down onto the floor and locks your head between her thighs, throwing her head back as she slaps the head of her cock onto your forehead, rubbing her length against your face, before you can even respond. She humps your face while holding your neck, moaning each time your mouth was pressed against her tight balls, begging for its release.

“Gonna cum,” she mumbled with a high pitched moan, grabbing her long thick penis as she jerks herself faster, you both could hear the fapping sound coming from her appendage. “Daddy’s gonna cum all over your face, you’re gonna be so ruined for me…”

A minute later, she brings your face close to hers as she pours thick white milk all over your face. "Oh, my baby! Fuck..." She leans against the wall as her penis continues to spurt cum, mostly coating your lips and face. She presses her hand against the base of her cock, then pulls her hand back up to extract more sperm from the tip. "Open your mouth," she commands, and you gladly comply. Two more strings of cum landed on your tongue as she placed her cockhead on it and slipped her length into your mouth.

“Suck it,” she commanded with a low voice, still jerking herself off but slowly this time. “Suck all of my fucking cum, you bitch.”

You suck hard on her tip, your cheeks hollowing out. As you move your head up and down, she licks her lips, continuing to swallow all of her excess. She then slowly pulls your head back and watches her penis flaccid. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she raises your hand and allows you to touch her cock, chuckling when you couldn't.

“Gone dumb for me?”

You nodded and smiled quickly. While your hand was still touching her dick, she lifts you up and kisses your lips. You two kiss in her room as the music from the party area begins to blast. Even though it was muffled, you two were not disturbed.

"You're mine," she says softly, licking your cheek. “Okay? You're completely mine, doll. Yelena could never have you.”

"And she won't," you said, your voice becoming dry. She only laughs softly and pulls you to the edge of the bed, where you automatically sit on her lap. “I’m all yours, Tasha Bear.”

“Good.”

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kamisama-kyaa · 2 years

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ow guys and girls (not all) setting up your anniversary date with them!

Genji Genji set up his super duper nice futon mats on his bedroom floor, he can’t really feel the hard floor, but he’d like for you to be as comfortable as you can be around him. You’ve been together for so long yet he always feels like he needs to do everything perfect for you. He set up little scented candles a good distance away from the futon mats. He put on his best cuddling sweater on, took of his mask/face plate and sat on one of the mats. Genji was super nervous about his sort of simplistic idea of an anniversary evening with him. When you entered the room he jolted up and greeted you, “H-Happy Anniversary, (Name)!!” He smiled brightly.

Cassidy This cowboy asked Genji what to do, Genji advised him to set up a romantic evening in his room, anddddd Cassidy did just that. He scattered rose petals on his new clean sheets, which he had Commander Morris wash for him, lit candles on his bed-side tables. Cassidy made sure to grab your favorite snacks and beverages for this special night. He made sure to cover you in small kisses all over. When in bed, he’ll tease you relentlessly thinking about all the memories y’all created over the years. If you’re feeling up for it, he is down to get a little naughty. (eyes emoji)

Tracer Tracer was running around her apartment trying to get ready with only 25 minutes left. She almost messed up trying to gel her hair like her usual everyday hair do. She set up her dinning table with a clean white cloth, had a candle light and set up the plates and silverware. She got done in ten minutes flat. Since Tracer had 15 minutes of just waiting she triple checked that everything was in order. She sat impatiently in her seat. You see, today was the day that Lena was going to propose to you, and she was sweating bullets. The poor girl was reciting everything in her head while other bad scenarios were happening. What if you rejected her? That’d ruin your anniversary and her proposal!! Lena was freaking out trying to shake off that nagging feeling of doubt. The doorbell brought her back to reality. This was it!

Brigette Oh boy, she’s actually surprised that time has flown by so fast with you by her side. Brigette had to make time in between helping Reinhardt and other every day functions. She rented out a whole amusement park so that you two can have an enjoyable experience. She made sure to take lots of photos of you on the anniversary date so that she can hang them up in her room.

Mercy “I got you some swiss chocolates! They’re good, try one!” Angela said as she presented you a medium sized box of chocolates. You know it was her personal favorite sweet treats, but it was a kind gesture. You happily sat next to her and enjoyed the box of chocolates while discussing her latest discoveries. The medic had been so busy with patients arriving almost everyday, she didn’t have a lot of time to prep for your shared anniversary. She felt guilty for not being able to give you what you deserved. “One last thing...” Angela said as she pulled out a small yellow envelope from her pocket. You opened it and inside was a small handkerchief, stitched in was a yellow heart. <3

Widowmaker It’s more like you surprised her with your shared anniversary. She kind of completely forgot. You gave her the usual bouquet of flowers and sweet snacks. Inside she was actually quite happy, but on the outside all she could do is scoff and turn away from you.

Hanzo He planned it months in advanced what he wanted to do for your anniversary! He made sure there was nice weather, not too cold and not too hot outside. Hanzo wanted to have a peaceful dinner outside with you followed by a small anniversary cake of your favorite flavor. Hanzo goes for the more sentimental approach rather than the big in your face kind of parties. After dinner, cuddling and sweet kisses are a must!

#Overwatch #overwatch fanfic #overwatch headcanon #genji x reader #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #tracer x reader #mercy x reader #widowmaker x reader #hanzo x reader #writing #love #anniversary #hanzo shima #widowmaker #mercy #x reader #overwatch imagine #fluff

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supercorps-imaginesetc · 4 years

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Master List

Characters and Pairings Listed: Wanda Maximoff, Agatha Harkness, Jennifer Barkley, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Supercorp, Lena x Alex, Diana Prince, Lena x Diana, Katie McGrath, Melissa Benoist, Katie x Melissa, Katie x Chyler, Morgana Pendragon, Morgana x Gwen, Marley Rose, Marley x Lena, and Lucy Westenra

Wanda Maximoff

I Wanna Lock in Your Love

Agatha Harkness

The Five Love Languages with Agatha Harkness

Jennifer Barkley

Working on a Campaign with Jennifer Barkley Would Include

Kate Bishop

ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade? (nfwmb)

Danvers-Luthor!Reader Dating Kate Bishop and Meeting Kara and Lena Would Include

Kate Bishop Flirting with You Would Include

Kara Danvers

Reader is dating Kara, and she has asthma and has a really bad asthma attack so Kara takes care of her

”Who Do You Belong To?”

Kara taking care of an injured reader

Reader comes home a little drunk and she's super affectionate with Kara..

“No puppy eyes, you little maniac.”

Kara Danvers x reader while reader is on their period

Reader is the popular cheerleader and Kara is the shy nerd. Reader secretly has a huge crush on Kara...

Reader calls Kara mommy and she finds it really hot

Reader trying to sneak up on Kara in the kitchen

Kara temporarily loses her powers and they somehow get transferred into the reader

Kara comes home to a bruised and bloodied reader and she sorta freaks out

Pre-relationship jealous Kara x Reader

A version of the notebook with Fem!Reader as Noah and kara or lena as Allie

Chubby fem reader X Kara: Kara makes sure the reader knows how beautiful and sexy they are..

hoping to hit you somewhere vital

Smut fic: “What are you doing here?” And, “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

Reader is laying on her bed, she's on her side, wearing sleeping shorts and a sports bra, reading a book when Kara comes home...

we are hiding in a safer place

Who’s Your Daddy? (i promise this is not smut)

“I see that you’ve been a naughty girl this year”

Kara Danvers Playlist

"Hey babe? You wanna eat out today?"

let me in, let me near

still inside, I felt alone

it goes off like a gun

Your name is like a melody

Smut where they're in the middle of a interview and Kara starts fingering reader under the table

crawled beneath my veins

you’re vibrating at my frequency

lips as sweet as candy

“Take off your shirt.”

in the death of every fear

Jealous Kara Would Include

"That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Sex with Kara Danvers Would Include

“Can I touch your boob?”

Dating Kara and Being Lena’s Ex Would Include

“Eat me.”

Reader is a witch from harry potter and kara is amazed by her powers and like asks reader to do spells

Reader is around 6 months pregnant with their child and one of kara's enemy's find out about her and kidnaps her and kara saves her

Lena Luthor

Lena Luthor Flirting with You Would Include

Lena Luthor and Baby Danvers Reader Having a Baby Would Include

Nervousness and a Mother’s Embrace

the same woman I fell in love with

“So maybe I was wrong...”

“How about I kiss you here and here and…” “Stop being a tease!”

Chubby fem reader but instead of Kara it’s Lena

Lena x fem!reader where after a long and stressful day the two are Facetiming and Lena falls asleep and it’s cute and fluffy

"Can I kiss you now?"

Songshot #2 with “Unthinkable” by Alicia Keys

my heart beats like a drum

146: “Are you okay?” and 41: “I’m pregnant.“

mommy!Lena, in which she has a fight with her teenage daughter

LenaxDaxamite!Reader where R is good friend with Lena since a while but L doesn't know about R's origins. During the final fight in S2, R goes to LCorp...

15: “Don’t die on me– Please.” 19: “I’m going to kill you!”

TouchedStarved!Reader and equally TouchedStarved!Lena bonding and finally getting the affection they deserve

say there’s no one else for you

#57 “is that my shirt?” and #73 “oh, are you ticklish?”

Lena Luthor!Student x Reader where the reader has been getting close to them for a while but one day in class they all make fun of the reader because they just came out...

Cam’s Archive #3: Imagine Person A of your OTP is a single parent with an adopted child. One day they go shopping and Person A spots Person B from the other side of the store...

Cam’s Archive #2: Student!Reader x Teacher!Lena

First Date with Lena Would Include

Dating Lena and being younger than her would include

Angsty Edge Lord Lena Luthor Playlist

looking back is a trap sometimes

The Benefits of Having a Genius Girlfriend

Lena Luthor Playlist

in the wake of every heartache

filling in the blanks as we go

hold on to love like invisible strings

my condolences to good

the thief that stole my mind

Lena Luthor x daughter reader were the reader is Lena’s 3 year old little girl just a cute mommylena fic

this broken world keeps turning

"The only fucks I give are with my fingers."

“I don’t really just leave them lying around.”

“Did you just… finish?”

Baby Danvers Fic (Part 1) (Part 2)

Alex Danvers

Being like a daughter to Alex Danvers headcanons

Maggie Sawyer

History of Maggie Sawyer

Supercorp

Kara flying past Lena’s apartment and as she does she hears Lena scream, so Kara burst in ready to fight whoever is trying to hurt her friend only to find Lena...

Oneshot where Kara is the one who’s pregnant and Lena is over protective and spoils her

Kara as the angry mom, Lena as mom’s chill girlfriend, Winn as the nerdy uncle, and Mon-el as the fun (but distance) dad and reader is their kid who gets in trouble

Sleep Deprived Headcanon

Prompt 26 "I'm dying"

Supercorp Angst Playlist

Supercorp Playlist

Photograph Songshot (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Halloween Special

the kids were young and pretty

Kara and Lena get drunk and break into the zoo to steal an animal...

Supercorp Smut Drabble

Mix of Supercorp, Kara, and Lena

Christmas Special

Eclipse Special (also includes Morgana x reader)

Lena Luthor x Alex Danvers

“Okay, I’ve learned my lesson...”

Lena Luthor x Diana Prince

Lena being in danger and Kara is too busy but Diana is in the right place at the right time

Diana Prince

Jealous Diana x Reader smut

Diana Prince where your pickup lines don't seem to work

Katie McGrath

Student!Reader and Professor!Katie having a secret affair

Katie and the reader are working together on Supergirl but fans shipping Katie with her costar Melissa (Supercorp) more than them...

Katie meets the reader at a con and they hit it off and go on a date

Melissa Benoist

“The food looks great but... There’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now. ”

Meltie

Melissa and Katie struggling with keeping their hands of each other

“We can’t do that here!”

Katie McGrath x Chyler Leigh

47: “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

Supergirl/Merlin Crossover

Supergirl/Merlin AU

Morgana Pendragon

don’t you hear me howlin’, babe?

Morgana Pendragon Being Clingy Would Include

Reader is from the future and communicates almost entirely in memes and is in love with Morgana...

Angst: ‘I’ve always been a compulsive liar, but I meant what I said’

Headcanons on what kind of mother Morgana Pendragon would be

Morgana imagine where the reader follows her after she leaves Camelot

Another Morgana x reader where one is pregnant

R is running from knights trying to kill her since she has magic and ends up running into Morgana who she fears will kill her

daddy!Morgana x fem!reader

we beat our hearts against each other

Cam’s Archive: Morgana Pendragon

Morgana Pendragon Playlist

my respects to grace and virtue

Mistress Morgana of bdsm imagine

ivory towers and plastic flowers

heaven knows your name i’ve been praying

Being a Werewolf and Dating Morgana Would Include

our hearts were little stones

You know I’m here for you

the river’s gonna give us the wedding bands

The reader pretends to have forgotten Morgana's birthday all day because they had a big surprise planned but eventually Morgana gets genuinely offended and throws a big scene...

I am not chosen but you chose me

The reader is shy and very very flustered around Morgana

you got it at your fingertips

That Comfortable Position of Falling in Love

without you I was broken

my favorite color is you

to want my share is not a sin

my regards to soul and romance

when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile

Being Overprotective & Dating Morgana Pendragon would include

want you stealing my time

it’s worth every ache I’ll ever feel

Dating Morgana Pendragon Would Include

Morgana Fic (Part 1) (Part 2)

Jealous Morgana Pendragon would include

Dating a Clingy/Cuddly Morgana Pendragon Would Include

I’ll stop breaking my own heart

Morgana Pendragon Having a Crush On You Would Include

I’ll Slip into a Dress

the bug that crawled its way inside my ear

Morgwen

you make me smile, please stay for a while

Marley Rose

Fluffy, cuddly, softy, kissy one with Marley Rose

During the school production of Grease, Marley struggles with her weight

"Why are you so quiet around me? " "because I'm afraid I'd say something stupid and scare you away"

*holds tight from behind* “mmm, something smells really good babe” *kisses neck*...

Marley gets jealous of readers boyfriend and tries to get reader to fall for her

"Look I was suppose to take my sister to the ed sheeran concert but she ditched me, want to go with me instead"

Marley has a thing for being spanked, but she’s shy about it and doesn’t tell reader. One day reader playfully slaps Marley’s butt whilst their making out, and Marley moans

Marley falls in love with r the first time she saw her, but r has a boyfriend so Marley has to figure out a way to get r to fall for her.

Dating needy/affectionate Marley would include

Your best friend, Kitty hacked Marley twitter account and changed her name into "Mrs.y/l/n "

Marley and reader are like making out and they get caught by kitty

Marley Rose x Lena Luthor

Lena seducing Marley at home, trying to distract her from studying

“Take off your shirt.” “Stop being a baby.” “Sit still, would you?”

"Is this okay baby? It doesn't hurt right?" "N-no, it's g-good" "yeah? You like that"

Lucy Westenra

"You're the perfect combination of sexy and cute "

I will keep you in my mind

Lucy Westenra Playlist

Reader finds out Lucy is a vampire

First Date with Lucy Would Include

lily white and poppy red

Lucy being overwhelmed with the reader's beauty

shining like the stars tonight

Mina tries to embarrass Lucy whenever you're talking to them because she knows Lucy has a crush on you

Lucy getting the reader flowers for Valentine's day and kissing them, shocking everyone

Dating Lucy Westenra Would Include

Mina is your sister and she found out you and Lucy have been dating

take, o take those lips away

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (24) - [CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

She had expected the courtroom to look… just like that, a courtroom. A vast expanse of rule and punishment, dark woods and a high bench in the center from which the judge would condemn them all.

She had probably watched way too much television, Kara decided, or it could be because only the major cases were tried in the main courtroom down the hall. Most, such as domestic disputes or “severed claims” (such a distasteful phrase, Kara thought) were heard in 203Left. It was little more than a boardroom, with 3 tables pushed together in an open-ended square, and the gallery was three or four rows of metal chairs sat towards the back of the room. Two members of the council sat in the very back row, a presence Kara noticed with a slight tinge of fear.

“Are you sure I can’t go up there with her?” she whispered to Lena, who was sat beside her in the first row.

She looked so vulnerable, Kara thought, flanked on either side by her lawyer and Sam… and him directly in front of her.

James Olsen didn’t look like a man capable of making a young girl’s life a living hell, and that, Kara knew, was because Alex had done a good job prepping him. Clean-shaven, hair cut short. His suit was dark, but not so dark as to give off the impression of “bad guy,” impeccably tailored and well-fitting. He sat ramrod straight in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly against the wood table the only indication that he was the accused.

He looked, Kara thought, like a little boy in a man’s clothes. And that, she knew, was what had started it all.

She shook her head and turned her attention back to the girl who mattered most, the girl who was staring at her with eyes wide and somewhat fearful. Kara smiled reassuringly, wishing with everything she had that she could go up there to her, to hold her in her arms and whisper that it was all going to turn out all right.

Except she didn’t know if it would.

Sam had helped Y/N dress for the trial as well, a move that Kara knew was just as calculated as Alex’s. She didn’t like it, because the white short-sleeve peasant shirt and black pants, along with a simple pair of black tennis shoes and Y/N’s hair held back on one side by a bow-shaped clip, made Y/N look even younger, smaller, more lost than what Kara knew she was.

Even if, just two nights ago, she’d been afraid Y/N had become lost to her forever.

Kara had known, from the moment she’d walked down the hall to her bedroom and found Y/N staring at her collection of punishment implements, hand held fast but shaking against the cabinet door, what the young woman had been thinking of. It had tempered Kara’s anger, somewhat, at her things having been gone through without permission, but it had been exacerbated, too, by the fact that Y/N still didn’t trust her.

It had made her irrationally frustrated, in those few short seconds standing there watching Y/N struggle with her own emotions, that after all this time, after all the care and devotion Kara had thought she’d provided, Y/N was still afraid of her. Hadn’t she done well? Kara thought to herself, after Y/N had gone to the living room and she was gathering up the paddle, the belt, the strap, the hairbrush, the crop in her hands and walking back down the hall herself, formulating the plan in her mind. Hadn’t she praised Y/N at every turn, hadn’t she made sure to call her good girl after every punishment, hadn’t she held her and loved her after every punishment, made sure that Y/N knew it was a clean slate, that everything was forgiven?

Hadn’t she been unlike James Olsen at every possible opportunity?

She’d wanted to call Lena, to call and ask what she should do, because why should she have to keep proving herself over and over again? But she knew what Lena would say, yet another lesson Kara had learned while kneeling at the woman’s feet.

A Dominant will prove herself worthy every day if her submissive needs it. Because the submissive deserves nothing less.

Kara hadn’t meant for things to be as intense as they were with Y/N’s punishment. She’d even momentarily forgotten the significance of the fire, until she’d taken the blindfold off Y/N and the poor girl had reacted to it with a heart-rending moan. Kara would have ended it right there, but she had to prove a point; she had to make Y/N see that Kara was determined never to be like him.

And then Y/N had safe worded.

Later that night, after dinner and as they lay together inside the blanket fort, Y/N had become uncharacteristically quiet. They had been talking and laughing together, making plans for the next day, but then Kara had lain down and taken Y/N into her arms. What she had thought was blissful, comfortable silence was apparently Y/N lost in her own thoughts, thoughts that she wasn’t inviting Kara to share. Kara had waited patiently, content to hold the girl close to her, rubbing her back gently and offering the occasional soft kiss, but still Y/N said nothing.

“Out with it,” Kara had finally ordered gently. “What’s bothering you?” Y/N shook her head.

“Y/N.” There was a note of warning, an edged reminder of the consequence of defiance.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Kara said, tipping her chin up to kiss Y/N again. “And I said you were forgiven for going through my things.”

“No. Not about that.”

Kara tilted her head. “Then…?”

It hurt when Y/N rolled over on her side, away from Kara, drawing her knees up and curling in on herself as if she was remembering being asleep on the floor, with nothing but a thin sheet for comfort. And then Kara was alarmed, because the quiet sniffling even as she reached out for Y/N told her the girl was crying.

“For safe wording.”

She didn’t pull Y/N back around to her; instead, Kara wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist and scooted herself closer so they were pressed back to front. “Why,” she asked softly, nuzzling her chin onto the girl’s shoulder and breathing in the scent of the shampoo that still lingered, “Would you apologize for that?”

“Because i-it made you angry.”

Now Kara was even more confused, and she wanted to roll Y/N over so that she could see her face, search her eyes for something, anything that would be the reasoning behind the girl’s emotions. But she knew Y/N, knew her boundaries, and knew the girl was lost inside something that it would be dangerous to pull her out of too soon, so Kara simply held her.

“I couldn’t be more proud of you for safe wording,” she explained. “You finally understand that it’s okay to safe word, that you have that right, that you will always have that right. And that makes me so happy.”

“I wasn’t a good girl.”

“What?”

Y/N drew herself up further, so that her knees were practically at her chest. “You always say I’m a good girl… after. This time, you didn’t. Because I’m n-not a good girl.”

“Y/N, no-“

“I safe worded. I’m weak, I didn’t trust you. I’m a b-bad girl.”

“No.” This time, Kara did turn Y/N over in her arms; Y/N didn’t protest, her limbs slack like a rag doll’s, and Kara sighed inwardly. She moved up against the pillows so that Y/N was laid a little lower than she was, with her head against Kara’s chest; Kara tightened her arms. She took a deep breath, letting go of the thoughts of how could I have been so stupid? and allowing her nature to flow through her, to take control. The need to dominate and care, to protect and train. She ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair, loosely, lovingly.

“For a person who has never had a safe word,” she said firmly, “and who has always been afraid to use a safe word because she thought it might result in worse punishment, to actually use a safe word…” Kara shook her head; this was no time for a lecture with big words.

“You’re the bravest girl I know,” she whispered, lowering her lips to the top of Y/N’s head, holding her close as the girl shook with silent sobs. “You’re the bravest girl I know, and the strongest, and I am so proud of you.” She cupped Y/N’s face in her hands, raising it so the girl was looking at her. “Don’t ever let me hear you say you’re a bad girl again, is that clear? That is unacceptable. You may be naughty, you may make bad choices, but you are never bad. Do you understand me?”

Y/N swallowed, her eyes locked on Kara’s. “Yes, Miss Kara.”

“I am so sorry for forgetting to say it,” Kara said, regret coating her voice. “Even a Dominant can make mistakes, and forget things. I am so sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Y/N was looking at her with an expression of wonder; Kara knew it was because a Dominant actually apologizing was a foreign concept to her. Still, she nodded, slowly. “I forgive you, Miss Kara.”

Kara smiled, and kissed her. “What a strong, brave, good girl you are,” she affirmed, and kissed her again. Y/N offered her a watery smile in response, and Kara brushed the tears away from her cheeks with her thumbs. “Good girl,” she cooed, tucking Y/N’s head back against her chest. “My good girl. My good, good girl.”

“She’ll need you more after than during,” Lena said, watching Sam with no small amount of pride on her face. “You know, she’s so hot like this.”

Kara rolled her eyes. “Now is really not the time, horndog,” she said affectionately, then paled when Lena turned to her with a glare in her eyes. “Sorry, Miss Lena,” Kara squeaked.

Really, it was ridiculous that that woman could still make her feel like a 16 year old sometimes.

Lena smirked, and patted Kara’s knee.

Both women tensed when the door to the front of the courtroom opened, and The Honorable Judge Winston Schott entered to take his place at the head table.

Kara knew as soon as she saw him that all was lost.

It wasn’t that he was particularly menacing or intimidating; in fact, with his sweater vest and his unruly, curly hair he looked more like a high school teacher than a judge. But it was in the way he walked, in the way he smiled and greeted James Olsen hello while merely nodding at Y/N, in the way he seated himself and rustled through the papers but not even giving them so much as a glance that told Kara he had most likely made up his mind before he’d even walked in the door.

“Right then,” he said, settling back in his chair and uncapping his pen, tapping it annoyingly against the table. “This is case oh three four dash three two six. I’m Judge Winston Schott; let’s have the introductions, please.”

“Lucy Lane and Sam Luthor-Arias, representation and advocate for Y/N Hastings, plaintiff, Your Honor.”

Kara wasn’t too sure about Y/N’s lawyer; the woman had her hair up in pigtails and was wearing an outlandish jacket topped with a feather boa. But Sam insisted she was the best, and Lena insisted that Sam knew what she was talking about. So Kara pushed aside her nervousness and smiled when Y/N managed a glance and subtle wave at her, then she turned her attention to the men sitting on the opposite side.

“Iris West-Allen and Alex Danvers, representation and advocate for James Olsen, defendant, Your Honor.”

Kara fought back a giggle as she caught sight of Maggie, sat just behind Alex’s table, pointing at her Ma’am and mouthing “She is so hot.” She shook her head at her and she grinned, giving a thumbs up before quickly slipping into what she termed “behave mode.”

Her nerves were quickly getting the best of her though, as the introductions ceased and it was time for the trial of Y/N Hastings-Olsen v. James Olsen to get underway. They were going to lose, she was sure of it, and everything Y/N had to go through would have been for nothing, because James Olsen was going to get a slap on the wrist.

“Right,” Schott was saying, sounding bored. “James Olsen, defendant, Y/N Hastings-Olsen, plain—“

“Hastings, Your Honor,” Ms. Lane interrupted, her tone clipped and determined. “Her name is Y/N Hastings.”

“Mm,” Judge Schott hummed. “Hastings-Olsen, plaintiff. Let’s beg—“

“Objection!”

All eyes turned to her.

“Kara, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lena hissed. “You can’t object; you’re not part of the trial!”

Alex looked as if she was about to come out of her seat at her; Kara sank down into hers, watching as Y/N raised a single eyebrow at her.

That eyebrow was really, really hot.

“There will be silence in the gallery,” Judge Schott reprimanded sternly, glaring at Kara. “Unless you are—“

“Oh I’m not a lawyer,” Kara explained hastily. “Though I have played one in a local theater production.”

Lena dropped her face into her palm as Sam snorted.

“There will be silence in the gallery,” Judge Schott said again with a sigh of exasperation. “Are we clear?”

Kara nodded, embarrassed that she’d let her nerves get the best of her so soon. “Yes, Your Honor, sorry.”

He looked at her for a long moment, and then nodded. “We will proceed. As is always the case, the defense shall be presented first.”

Kara managed not to groan; she hated that so far, efforts in court reform had been rejected by the government, and so trials nearly always ended up skewed towards the accused. Proponents of the current system said it actually worked in the plaintiff’s favor, because theirs was the last testimony heard, and would therefore remain fresher in the judge or jury’s mind, but Kara wasn’t so sure she bought that. She only hoped it would be true, for Y/N’s sake.

She noticed that James was leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table in front of him, and his eyes glued to Y/N. She for her part wasn’t looking at him; she was staring down at the table. Kara wondered if she’d ever been permitted to really look at James.

“Hold on, angel,” Kara whispered. “Just hold on.” Lena shot her a look, and Kara quieted so she could hear the questions from James’s lawyer.

“Will you tell us, please, James,” began West-Allen, “How you feel about your submissive?”

“She’s not yours,” Kara muttered. “She’s mi—“

“Kara, shut up,” Lena said softly. “Remember, everything has to go perfectly.”

“I didn’t—“ he paused, as if fumbling for the words. “I never meant to hurt he—“ James Olsen stopped again. “Y/N. Y/N, look at me. Look at me.”

She didn’t, and Kara felt her heart swell as instead, the girl looked at her. She nodded at Y/N, who reluctantly turned back to James.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said, and Kara rolled her eyes, only to have her mouth drop open in shock at his next words.

“Y/N, I love you.”

Kara felt sick. She had to lean forward a little, her arms pressed against her stomach; Lena laid a reassuring hand on her back. The words were… everything Kara knew Y/N had wanted to hear from James. Kara knew the power behind those words, knew how much she wanted to hear them herself. But would it make everything okay, she wondered. Would Y/N… leave her and go back to James, forget everything he’d put her through, just because he said he loved her? She sniffed, unaware until then that she was crying; she swiped the back of her hand over her eyes.

“Easy,” Lena murmured. “It’s not going to change anything, Kara. Easy now.”

“Do you deny doing the things that you are accused of?”

James Olsen shook his head. “No,” he said, and Kara heard herself gasp. She’d never expected him to actually admit it.

“But I never meant to hurt her, I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought—“

“What did you think justified your treatment of someone you say you love?”

This was what Kara had been waiting to hear. The explanation, the reasoning behind it all. Not that it would change her opinion of him, or make it all right, but if she didn’t get to hear it she’d be wondering for the rest of her life what had led James to be so brutal to one of the sweetest creatures she had ever known in her life.

She still wanted him to suffer everything Y/N had suffered, but more than that, she wanted to know why.

“I—my dad was a sub,” James said with a shrug. Before Kara had a chance to blurt out what’s that got to do with anything? he continued. “My dad was a sub, and my mom was his Dominant. I mean yeah that’s how it works so of course she was but… and he was a good sub, when he was around. At least what I can remember, I was pretty young when he left.”

“He left?” Mrs. West-Allenpressed, one hand scratching notes onto the pad in front of her, the other playing with the tie at her neck.

“Yeah he… got into some stuff, drugs I guess? I don’t really know, I was just a kid. He’d… go out all the time, come home… different. And my mom, she tried, you know, she’d punish him. Spank him, make him do chores, not let him leave the house. But she was kind of soft, she didn’t like punishing him and he got away with a lot of stuff. So he’d leave anyway.”

“And one day…?”

James shrugged, twisting his hands together as he looked at Y/N. “I love you,” he said, the words sounding gentle. “I love you, and I’m sorry.”

Kara fought back the urge to retch; Lena’s hand was soothing against her back. He didn’t mean any of it. She knew he didn’t. Not after all this time, not after everything he’d done to her. Don’t believe him, she tried to send to Y/N. Please don’t believe him, I love you…

“James.”

“Right, sorry.” Olsen took another deep breath and went on with a glance at Alex, who smiled encouragingly at him.

For a split second, Kara hated her again.

“One day he… went somewhere. Told my mom he was going shopping. ‘I’ll be back with dinner, Mistress,’ he said. ‘Take care of Mom,’ he said.” Olsen struck the table with his fist and everyone jumped; Y/N let out a whimper and in a heartbeat Sam had her arm around the girl, whispering words into her ear. Kara clenched her hands to keep from jumping out of her seat; Lena slipped her arm around her shoulders.

“Be strong, that’s what she needs right now,” she soothed. Kara swallowed around the lump in her throat and nodded.

“We waited for hours,” James said through clenched teeth. “Mom paced back and forth, kept saying that this time he’d learn his lesson, this time he’d see that his place was at home with his family. And me, I just sat on the steps watching the door. Must’ve fallen asleep ‘cause when I woke up it was morning and I was still on the steps. Mom was on the couch crying and he never came back.”

West-Allen nodded, looking thoughtful; Judge Schott was staring as if he wanted to cuddle Olsen on his lap. “Can you explain,” James’s lawyer said, “How that affected your relationship with Y/N?”

“My mom… she was such a pushover, you know? She let him get away with everything. She’s the Domme, she’s supposed to be in control, show him who’s boss, but she kept letting him walk out. And I’m just 16, you know? I’m a 16 year old kid and my mom was so obsessed with finding him that… I didn’t know much. But I knew I wasn’t going to do that with you,” he said to Y/N, and she glanced away.

“I’m not weak. I’m the Dom, I control you and you’re going to do what I say. I love you, and I have to keep you safe. She didn’t keep him safe, and now he’s gone. We don’t even know if he’s still alive. You’re not safe out there, you belong to me and your place is at home, and if I have to beat and burn that into you every day then I’m going to fucking do it.”

She’d had enough. Kara jumped out of her chair and ran into the hall, with Lena right behind. She barely made it to the restroom, dropping to her knees in one of the stalls and emptying her stomach of all the contents from breakfast earlier that morning. Lena knelt behind her, holding Kara’s hair back with one hand, again rubbing her back with the other.

“How,” Kara croaked, shaking slightly, “How can any of that justify what he did to her?”

“It doesn’t,” Lena said matter-of-factly. “I don’t care how much of a scared, fatherless 16 year old boy he was, there comes a point when immaturity stops being an explanation and it becomes a get out of jail free card, an unfair justification for despicable behavior. Hey, I can imitate you pretty well, can’t I?”

Kara smiled weakly and stood up, brushing off her clothes and accepting the mint gum Lena held out to her, then allowing herself to be pulled into the other woman’s arms.

“We’re going to lose,” Kara said softly, leaning in.

Lena sighed and squeezed her. “I know.” She pushed back and looked directly into Kara’s eyes. “Which is why I said she’ll need you more after. Come on, it’s almost her turn to testify.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Kara admitted, tugging at the black skirt she wore and nervously adjusting the white top. It occurred to her that she and Y/N had somehow managed to color coordinate, though neither of them had discussed what they were going to wear.

It was… hopeful, she thought.

“Yes you can.” Lena had already turned away from Kara and was walking out the door, her heels sounding loudly on the floor. Kara shook her head slightly, recognizing that the encouragement was also an order, and she quickly followed her back into the courtroom.

Y/N looked worriedly at her as Kara settled back in her seat; Kara just winked at her and waved slightly before realizing that Schott was speaking to her.

“I trust there will be no more disturbances during these proceedings?” he said, once again sounding bored. “Honestly, if you were going to be this emotional you ought to have stayed home.”

Kara growled low in her throat, but managed to sound pleasant as she said, “No more disturbances, Your Honor, you can continue.”

“Well, thank you for your permission.” Judge Schott turned to Y/N’s lawyer. “Miss Lane, are you ready to cross-examine the defendant?”

“Ready, Your Honor.”

All doubts about Y/N’s lawyer’s qualifications disappeared as soon as Lucy Lane leaned forward in her seat, her eyes boring into James’s as she asked “Mr. Olsen… just who the hell do you think you are?” Kara smirked, and she even caught Y/N smiling slightly. Every question was on-point, every counter of his answers left the young man squirming in his seat, and Kara began to think that maybe, just maybe, they might have a shot at winning. By the time Lane said she had no further questions, James Olsen had been reduced to stuttering his answers.

“Miss Lane, are you and Miss Hastings-Olsen ready to present your own case?”

“Hastings, Your Honor.”

Kara’s head shot up at Y/N’s voice, even as a slow smile began to spread over her face.

Judge Schott regarded her coolly. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s Y/N Hastings,” she said, her voice low, but confident. “My name is Y/N Hastings.”

Lucy Lane was smiling; Kara caught Sam pumping her fist under the table and next to her, Lena chuckled.

“Very well, then,” he said, with a dismissing wave of his head. “Can we get on with this?”

“I believe we can,” Miss Lane said. “Y/N?”

Y/N hesitated, and Kara’s heart filled with pride as she looked at her, then nodded. “I’m ready.”

#supergirl #supergirl x reader #kara danvers x reader #kara zor el x reader #kara danvers #madi converts

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anastasiabeaverhousen87 · 3 years

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Make Wise Choices: Part 7 Cuore Mio

The next couple of days were rough on you, filled with cold meds, soups, lots of chamomile tea and water and you felt like your teeth were about to swim out of your mouth, but according to Alex you needed to be hydrated and tea was good for colds.

A few days after Alex had to go back to the DEO, she was needed but Kara was able to stay with you as Supergirl wasn’t required to be there, not at the moment anyways. So that’s how you found yourself at Thursday afternoon Infront of the TV with Kara next to you in the couch watching some musical. Well, Kara was watching the musical, you were engrossed on your cellphone texting away with a very goofy smile on your face.

Kara: “Is that the hot doctor your texting…again?” –

Y/N: “well, if you really must know. Yes, I’m texting Cassie”

Kara: “Cassie huh? So now you’re on nickname bases I see”

y/n: “I heard Lena called her that and I liked it, also I think Cassandra is a beautiful name, but a mouthful. And calling her hot doctor sounded a bit rude, at least for the time being”- you give a naughty smile.

Kara laughs at that and mutes the tv “You really like her, don’t you?”

y/n: “I do, I mean I feel things when I speak with her and when I’m near her. And Oh my God she is sooo beautiful. You’re not mad, aren’t you?”

Kara: “Sweet girl I could never be mad about you liking someone. Besides she really is hot. But honestly it would be kind of hypocrite from me to not approve you liking her. She is also someone very dear to Lena so that makes her even more special. So no, I’m not mad, I’m actually happy for you, you never really showed any interested in anyone like you seem to be with her. Just be careful and don’t feel pressured into something you don’t really want”

y/n: “I know, I mean I’ve dated but there was no spark, nothing there. I did fool around a little but never really liked someone to go all the way. If you know what I mean?” – you blush pink at this.

Kara: “I figured as much. You’re a lot like Alex in that aspect, you concentrate too much in your grades and other things, work. But you never really sounded super doped on anyone you dated, when mom and Alex gave you the sex talk you were almost sick thinking about it, that was funny to watch” – You throw a pillow at your sister face “Hey!!!, don’t attack me little bean. And then when you asked about sex with women you sounded more interested but still, I can tell you weren’t ready. The question is, do you feel like you are ready now?”

y/n: “I feel like I am. Truly I’ve only known her for a little while, and I know is soon. But I really like getting to know her and to spend time with her. She is amazing and so caring. I can feel getting serious with her you know. Like I can trust her, and I can share that level of intimacy. It’s weird because is so soon, but I just know it feel right. Do you think is too soon?”

Kara: “If you feel like you can open up to her, if she makes you feel safe enough, why not? you are very good at judging people’s character and I trust your judgement. I’m not gonna lie though, Cassandra being Lena’s friend and all I’ve heard from her she does sounds like a great person and I know Lena also doesn’t trust easily. So yes, that a great bonus and makes me feel more comfortable of you dating her. But I do trust you baby, you’ll know when you feel ready and what to share with her. Also, I know you won’t be able to hide who I am from her that much longer if things do get serious. When you feel ready to tell her I will support you, okay? Oh and if she ever treats you wrong I will throw her into the sun”. - she winks at you.

y/n: “Thank you Kara, that means a lot to me” – you hug your sister and you kiss her cheek while your cellphone sounds with an incoming text, you look down at your phone- “She wants to come over…” you give a small smile

Kara: “well, tell her yes. Go change into something more appropriate at least nicer pajamas. and if she does happen to make you diner again, I wouldn’t be opposed to her amazing pasta. Man, I’m so jealous of you, she cooks like a pro and if I wasn’t dating Lena or you being my sister I would totally charm my way to her, her cooking skills are so amazing. Now don’t get jealous little bean, I’m good with her being my sister in law, she still needs to get point and be on my good side. Just tell her food is the way to my heart” – you sister laughs while walking to the kitchen. “Go get change and tell your girlfriend to come over”

y/n: “You and your stomach. Crazy alien food crazed woman. And sister-in law, seriously? Let me date her first, jeez!” – you mumble while walking into your room.

You hear someone at the door, and you know is the blonde doctor, and you don’t even try to rush to the living room well aware that your bubbly sister will open the door and let her come in.

Kara: “Hello Cassandra, come on in please, y/n will be here in a moment. Y/N!!! you hot date is here!”

Dr. Sharpe: “You’ve been waiting a while to do that don’t you?” – the doctor greets the other blonde and kisses her cheeks hello.

Kara: “You have nooo idea for how long. She used to say things like that or worse when I first began to date Lena, even at the very beginning of our friendship. I’ve been waiting patiently for the time for payback! Ha…” Kara rubs her hands like a Disney villain but she honestly looks quite like the adorable golden retriever she really is.

y/n: ““Really Kara? You couldn’t wait a little longer?”- you shake your head amused and then walk to where the blonde doctor is standing, and she quickly kisses your cheeks and gives you a warm hug.

Dr. Sharpe: “Ciao Bella ragazza”-

You blush at the words spoken by the blonde doctor

Y/n: “hello to you too gorgeous”

Kara: “Oh you guys are so cute, I can’t even…”- Your sister speaks and walks into the living room

The three women spend the afternoon talking and the doctor even offered to make diner, much to your sister delight and happy squeal. Lena was on her way over and you got to know more of the blue- eyed doctor and you could see why Lena loves and admires Cassandra so much. She is an amazing kind and dedicated woman. You learnt that not only did the good doctor was a certificated periodontist, she had received a Master’s Degree in Oral Biology and while in graduate school she also received the Balint Orban Award, which apparently is the highest level of certification in the field of periodontist. And that the reason Lena and the blonde woman couldn’t see each other so often was because Cassandra gives lectures all over the world on a wide range of topics including dental implants, gum grafting, cosmetic periodontal surgery, and bone regeneration. She is also the founder and program director of a dental study club whose purpose is to positively impact the quality of dental care by hosting the highest quality international speakers in the field of dentistry to speak to local dentists in different cities in the US. And in addition to that she also made multiple mission trips to countries in Latin America like Mexico, Guatemala, Venezuela among others where she has been able to utilize her skills to help the neediest of people.

To say you were amazed by the woman was an understatement, she was funny, beautiful and crazy smart. But behind all those accomplishments you could see a sadness withing her. And you felt the need to change that, to make her smile and a pull to her that you couldn’t quite understand. But you were pulled out from your thoughts when Lena spoke.

Lena: “Sorry to cut my time short but I just got a text and I’m needed for a consult” – Lena discreetly elbowing Kara to see the text on her phone. Both her and Supergirl were needed at the DEO, so they needed to leave.

Kara: “Oh shoot, ok well let me drive you then”

And of course you couldn’t be cool about it and spoke before you could understand why they needed to leave “Kara you don’t even own a car and Lena has her own driver”- you look at your sister like she just said the stupidest thing ever. Until you recognize their looks and realized they both were needed for something important, DEO important. You curse yourself.

y/n: “Buuuut I mean I totally get it, you should go with her, you haven’t been able to spend time just the two of you because you’re been busy taking care of me. Soooo why don’t you guys leave. I´ll be okay on my own. “

Kara: “Yeah I don’t think so little one, you always forget to take your meds and…”

Lena: “If you don’t mind Cassie, can you stay for a little while with y/n ?” – Lena interrupts her girlfriend ramblings.

y/n: “Hey Lena, I thought you were on my side. I can totally take care of myself” – you pout at her

Dr. Sharpe: “I can stay, I don’t mind at all. I like spending time with you y/n”

y/n: “Yeah me too, I just find itoffensive my sister and Lena don’t think I could spend a few hours on my own. But sure stay we can watch a movie or something”

Kara: “Ha, yeah. Like last night you were so tired you fell asleep on the bathtub and knocked the shampoo inside the water and you made a huge mess with shampoo foam or you know when trying to make a chocolate shake with the blender and forgot to remove the metal spoon and you almost cut you hand when the blender broke to pieces, yeah totally you can handle yourself. Klutz!”

You gasp and look offended: “How dare you!!! Says the woman that burnt the brownies and set the microwave and toaster on fire !!! - you just childishly stuck your tongue out and pouted: “Well you make it sound like I’m the worse, thank you Kara”

Lena and the blonde doctor laugh at the antics and pouting face you make at your sister.

Lena: “I knew it was you the responsible for the toaster, Kara. That one was new”

Kara: “No, you are not the worse, but when you feel tire or sick you tend to make messes and I don’t want you alone, you haven’t completely got rid of your cold and you still under some strong meds. We just worry, you know we love you so much. And honey it was an accident I did got a new one though”

y/n: “Fine leave us now, bring back home some chocolate if you can pleaseeeee?”

Kara: “Totally my little klutz” -your sister engulfs you in a big hug and gives you a kiss to your head. “let’s go Lena and…” – looking back at you and the blonde doctor “behave yourselves and don’t do anything I wouldn’t” – You hug ger back just as strong and let go of her.

Lena: “Come on sweetheart and leave them be”- Just rolls her eyes and walks away with the blonde superhero next to her. The door closes.

You just exhale and keep looking at the door and then your turn around to face the blonde doctor. You are both now sitting at the couch and the blue-eyed woman is looking at you with a sweet and soft smile.

You scrunch up your nose adorably: “What?”

Dr. Sharpe: “Nothing, I just like the way you are with your sisters. You care very much and they as well. That’s nice, it reminds me of the way I used to be with my nonna and my brother” – the blonde woman face goes from fond to a little sad.

y/n: “are they in Italy?”

Her face is just so sad, and you can see a hint of tears in her eyes, and it makes your heart aches.

Dr. Sharpe: “No, they died” -you try to apologize but the blonde doctor sees that and stops you “Don’t, you didn’t know, you couldn’t. and it was a very long time ago. My nonna basically rise me and my brother. She died when I was 25 and my brother, he was my best friend. He …he uhm he was a Navy SEAL, he died in a terrorism-related mission three years ago.” – the blonde doctor just stares down at her hands trying to gain control over her emotions.

You just wanted to make her stop hurting so you did the only thing you knew you were an expert at. Hugging and cuddling people. So, you just hug her firm and strong you cling to her and try to convey through physical connection instead of words, that you are sorry, and you want to make the pain go away or at least lessen the burnt. You stay like that hugging each other and basking in the feel of each other arms.

Dr. Sharpe: “Okay, well you truly are an amazing hugger sweetheart, thank you”- the blonde woman kisses your cheek and near your mouth but not quite there. So, you take things into your own hands and sit up, throw a leg over the blonde doctor waist so you can straddle her. You put your arms around her neck and stare directly into those beautiful eyes, you really love those eyes. They are mesmerizing.

y/n: “God I really love your eyes, is like seeing the color of the sky when there’s a summer storm”.

the blonde doctor was completely still, mouth barely open and a little smirk on the corner of her mouth as she looks up to you amused loving eyes.

You took the opportunity to movie in and crush your lips against the blonde woman, who was more than happy to reciprocate. You initiated the kiss trying to control the kiss, hungrily kissing her lips, however the honey blonde had other plans, she bit down ever so slightly your bottom lip but soon you were surprised by strong arms shifting. The blonde grab ahold of your ass and stood up with you in her arms and holding you tight against her waist and twisted her body so you hold on just as tight and you felt yourself being lowered on the couch. The blonde had a hand behind you head, holding you were laid down flat on your back and she was hovering above you and broke the kiss but kept looking directly into your eyes.

You were just as turn on as the blonde doctor, she was looking down at you with such hunger in her eyes, and she was panting.

Dr. Sharpe: “Calm down little one” – the blonde woman lowered her face next to your ear and kissed the side of your neck – “if you keep pushing me, I won’t be able to stop”

y/n: “Well I don’t want you stop” – you tried to gain some sort of friction from the tight nestles between your legs.

Dr. Sharpe: “no?”- the blonde doctor keeps kissing your neck and jaw and you shiver in delight. You never felt this aroused by someone before. But the blonde just kissed you sweetly, you tried to hug her to bring her down on you, but the blonde kept it sweet and gentle, not really letting you get any traction in the kiss. Like an innocent sweet kiss.

You felt yourself being sat up by strong and gentle arms. She pulled you into her your legs intertwined, and she positioned you to lay on her your head being cradled in the crook of her neck and you felt another kiss this time to your temple. The blonde woman kept making soothing circles on your back with her free hand, rubbing your arm and face. You wrapped yourself even further into her.

You love cuddles and hugs, you did it all the time with your sisters and some friend, specially Lena. But this felt so different, probably the most intimate thing you ever done with anyone. You didn’t put up any fight, you felt so cozy and happy in her arms.

Dr. Sharpe: “shh cuore mio, I know you want this. But I want to take you on a proper date first I want to do this the right way, you deserve better and not rushing it in the heat of the moment” – she spoke so softly to you, that you just melted.

You kept basking in the tender touches and soft skin- “ I like it when you call me Italian pet names”

The blonde woman just smiled and kept the soothing touches. You nuzzled you face into her neck finding that smell that was just hers, Cassandra’s and her warmth. You felt completely at peace and you felt yourself falling asleep in the most comfortable embrace. The blonde doctor kept looking at you and touching softly your back and arms, until herself felt the pull of sleep and the both were completely asleep in each other’s arms.

Note: Well this happened, I hope you like it.

Until next time...

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Prompt List

Taking requests from this list. Thanks @blisfvll and @palettes-and-prompts for the prompts😁

Writing for: Natasha Romanoff, Scarlett Johansson, Wanda Maximoff, Elizabeth Olsen, Carol Danvers, Brie Larson, Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers

Lists under the cut 👇🏽

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?”

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.”

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.”

“You made me a better person. Thank you.”

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out fo the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?”

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?”

“I love you.” “No you don’t”

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.”

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.”

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.”

“You’re who they warned me about.”

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?”

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?”

“You always do this.”

“Wake me up when it’s over.”

“You look happy.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.”

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Smut

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

“How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

“You look good all soaking wet."

"Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

“Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.”

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

“Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”

“I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”

“Touch yourself for me.“

“Do you think you deserve to be punished?”

“You take my fingers so well don’t you?”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

“When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Do you need me to finger you first?”

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

“Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

“I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”

“Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”

“Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”

“Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Take it off. Slowly.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?”

“Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

“I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I need you. Now!”

“I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”

“You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

“Don’t you want to play with me?

"Yes! I mean yes, Sir/Ma’am/Daddy/Mommy!”

“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

“You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?“

"I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.”

“You look so good on your knees like that.”

“I only want to please you."

#prompt list #request list #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #lena luthor #kara danvers

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Change of Heart

Here’s the WidowAna commission! Commissioned by someone who wishes to remain anonymous.

(Older content)

Summary: In which Amelie feels her ice melting away after familiarity strikes her heart and she feels the need to return to Overwatch. Seeing Ana reminds her of what they used to have- and boy can that woman make a girl see stars.

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Fandom: Overwatch

Relationship: Widowmaker/Ana Amari (FWB), mentioned romantic interest of Sombra/Widowmaker

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Widowmaker is a trans woman with facial feminization and top surgery but no bottom surgery: Words used to describe her bits are cock/dick, FWB relationship, bondage.

Words: 2.5k

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Overwatch had banded back together in another stand against the cruelty of the world, a war that would never be won. Of course, it needed to be done secretly- that went without saying. The government wasn’t fond of people with super powers causing a mess of things again. Every former agent that held the recon communicator got the message from Winston.

Even if they were playing for the same team.

Amelie could remember portions of being a member of Overwatch, the entire experimentation on her caused a big jerk in her memories. Yet, the communicator had jostled some more, a little tug in her memories that made her cold heart ache until she was absentmindedly stroking over the shape of it with her thumb, a frown to her plump lips. It would take her months to make her decision after this moment.

For once, in years, she had felt lost and confused. FELT something other than nothing. She once had had a purpose of being one of the greatest marksmen around, never missing, always taking down her prey without a shed of a doubt of anything that came after.

~Rest under the cut~

And yet...In her own mind, she found herself yearning for the smiles she once shared with the ones she used to call her ‘family’.

To Angela’s soft smiles as she checked over for injuries, to Winston acting as the father of the group and making sure everyone was fed, to their newest recruit- Lena- excited to try all the new things and do well. Ana’s kind eyes as she pinched Amelie’s cheek and told her that her aim was getting better by the day. A prideful look that always made Amelie laugh.

A shock had sent her forward in her sleep, eyes snapping awake as if something was calling out to her. Leave, run, go away- her first instincts in years that hadn’t been killer ones. She wasn’t following programming, or orders from men in Talon, something was melting her outer shell away. Something calling out to her, leave, run, go away, a mantra-

There had been one person in this entire organization she had gotten close to. Or, as close as she could have possibly gotten. Someone who saw past the cold exterior to the woman she used to be- the woman she COULD be.

Sombra.

Sombra had found a way to get Amelie to open up as best as she could, somehow wiggling her way into the spider’s heart until she found herself almost aching to see the hacker smiling up at her. Such a little thing with a hidden story, Amelie just knew she was hiding it.

However, ones who hide together stuck together.

She found herself going to Sombra’s room in the middle of the night that very same night, quietly starting to pack her things for her until the hacker stirred from her position in bed, “Ugh-- Amelie? It’s too early-” She starts to groan, sitting up in bed with her hair a mess and rubbing at her eyes, but she’s startled when Amelie rests a perfectly manicured hand on her arm.

There’s a look they share. Amelie’s eyes don’t look lost and solemn, she looks determined.

A tired, yet mischief filled smile spreads across Sombra’s face with a bit of a laugh escaping her, “Oh we’re being naughty this early? Why didn’t you say so.”

It takes an hour, maybe less to gather what is needed and for Sombra to turn off both the lights and cameras. They’re gone by morning, no sign, no note. And an even bigger surprise for everyone when the one missing with Sombra, is none other than their perfect little doll, their perfect killing machine.

The switch back to Overwatch is a culture shock, not to mention the welcome party isn’t very welcome. Not when they see Sombra, at the very least, and the person who nearly killed Lena. Something Amelie only had a flicker of memory about, as if she could recognize her face to a T, but the whole scenario had been a blur. As if she had been a puppet to a ventriloquist.

Once finally accepted after keeping them both in almost interrogation rooms to ensure there was no bugs on them or any nefarious ideas, they were allowed to be apart of the group-. With surveillance, of course.

Lena took Olivia under her wing.

And Ana had Amelie, someone Amelie hadn’t seen in years and could admire the woman even more now.

Her hair was now grayed completely over, not a shock of black in it. Her eyes were just as kind as Amelie remembered them, honeyed and warm with wrinkles delicately framing the outer edges in crow’s feet. Her smile was just as warm, if a bit sad as she reaches to set her hand on Amelie’s cheek, as if checking her over. She’s even shorter than Amelie remembered.

“You haven’t aged a day.” Ana murmurs softly, sounding sad for her and Amelie can’t blame her. Her body was practically frozen at this age, looking just like the young 28 year old Ana remembered. Amelie can’t help it as she turns her head softly into her warm palm, feeding off her heat with a soft sigh. Another small smile makes its way to Ana’s lips, “And still just like a kitten.”

The word makes Amelie scoff, reaching up to hold Ana’s hand firmly to her cheek, “It has been ages since I have been shown...affection. Understand that this does not mean I will kneel to you again.” It’s almost a challenge the way she says it.

They had previously had a thing together, under the table sort of thing. Friends with benefits where the benefit was both women were comfortable in each other’s presence, and of course the ways Ana could make her melt. Before Gerard had captured her attention, that is.

Ana had been her source of affection, pleasure, and familiarity. Her touch could be soft or rough, entirely talented as they’d work Amelie over until she’d be drenched in sweat and sobbing. A dance they both had been familiar in.

Ana showed her the skill of an older woman, Amelie showed her the flexibility of a ballerina.

A soft laugh filters through Ana’s lips, using her thumb to stroke the cold flesh of Amelie’s cheek. “I would never ask you to- not after what you have been through, my dear.”

It strikes a chord in Amelie, something soft, something...familiar.

Of course, that familiar warmth, that soft feeling had blossomed. Old habits died hard, after all.

It’s how Amelie ends up in Ana’s room, again, and again, in the familiar darkness of the night. It’s how her plum lipstick gets smeared from Ana’s own mouth or her skin as Amelie indulges in the sweetness of her scent. Of how Ana feels and sounds when her lips wrap around a soft, small breast and Amelie shamelessly ruts into the offered thigh beneath her.

It’s also how Ana finds her own heart pounding harder than it had in years, at least for a scenario like this. How her fingers twirl in Amelie’s long hair, dragging her up to press kisses to her cold face and indulging in whatever she wanted to hear. How she feels younger by the day the more often she keeps thinking of Amelie and getting aroused, having to fight down a blush at the memories of the night prior.

Insatiable, as Amelie had always been.

And now? Now Amelie is in Ana’s room again, but a little differently this time.

She’s completely stripped naked, shuddering as little tremors wrack her frame from both desire and anticipation. She feels absolutely alive in these moments, head tipped to the side and her long hair free as it dips across her pale lavender flesh. Her curves are beautiful, smooth of scars that her body repaired. Her breasts are smaller, surgery she’d had ages ago during her Overwatch days, same with the way her face is gently sloped and molded perfectly for her own comfort.

Between her legs, her cock rests half hard, heavy against her thigh that flexes with tension. Her cock isn’t too big, perhaps about five or so inches with a beautiful curve upwards with a lovely thickness. It’s smooth and lavender like the rest of her flesh, a deeper shade at the head where white pre-cum beads. She’d never gotten bottom surgery, that much she had been comfortable with.

She’s smooth all over, blemish free and hair free. Something Ana found herself learning to like as she ran her hands over her flesh- but not yet, not now.

Amelie has her arms bound behind her back, wrists together and the rope coming to the ceiling to tie around a hook to keep her standing and still. Across her chest and over her abdomen is the rope binding her wrists firmly to her own body, looking much like a beautiful spiderweb. Ana had yet to lose her touch in the art of perfect knot tying.

Amelie’s legs are open, spread with her feet flat to the ground. Her chest is rising and falling evenly, trying to settle her nerves as her golden eyes, heavily lidded with thick lashes, watch Ana like a predator. Yet, in these moments, Ana should most certainly be taking that title.

Ana is stepped a bit back to admire her work, fully dressed in a white blouse unbuttoned at the top with flared sleeves and tight black pants it’s tucked into. It looked rather old fashioned, beautiful on her. Her gray hair is pulled into an over the shoulder braid, curling to between her freckled cleavage that makes Amelie sigh at the sight. A few stray hairs curl over the eyepatch resting over her eye and Amelie would dare say she looked stunning.

If she wasn’t being cruel, that is.

Warm fingers trace up her inner thighs as Ana rests in front of her, petting up and along her curves with her other hand. “Still as obedient as ever.” She remarks with a pleased hum, silencing any protest from Amelie when her fingers wrap around a dusty purple nipple and giving it soft attention. When she inhales sharply, arching into the touch, Ana’s lips form a tale telling smirk. “Just as sensitive.”

Deft and skilled fingers wrap around her cock, giving Amelie slow, languid pumps with just enough pressure. Ana’s thumb traces the sensitive glans under the head, tracing up to her slit and letting pre-cum spill out a bit so she can use it to slick up her movements. Amelie whimpers, rolling her head to the side and letting out a huff of pleasure when Ana’s warm mouth is replaced on her breast.

A clever tongue flicks over her nipple and makes Amelie’s head swim with pleasure. She keeps her eyes closed, but she can picture Ana as perfect as ever touching her. With one hand working her over with languid strokes and gentle squeezes, her other holding Amelie’s side at where her curve meets the junction of her hip, stroking with her thumb softly in the circle of the ropes resting there.

“Ana-” Amelie breathes out, practically on her tiptoes when Ana pulls from her breast, kissing down her torso between each shape the ropes make. She only hums in response back up at Amelie, a pillow already waiting on the ground for Ana to rest on as she sinks to her knees. A hand gently rests over Amelie’s thigh, petting her outer thigh soothingly as Ana peppers kisses along the underside of her cock.

Amelie’s toes curl, turning her head to the other side before her head bows to watch her with a shaky exhale. Watching Ana’s eye flutter before peeking up at Amelie, letting her lips rub over her sensitive flesh, her hand keeping Amelie’s cock steady as she swallows the first few inches into her warm mouth.

Too much heat, too much warmth, the pleasure of it all- it's too much!

Amelie lets out a beautiful moan, hips jerking to no avail and only managing to tense her bonds tighter around her torso. She murmurs her name again, biting onto her plump lower lip as Ana takes her down with ease.

Practice, she could practically hear Ana chide in the back of her head, makes perfect.

Tension builds in her lower abdomen as Amelie nearly keels over on her bonds. She’s normally quiet in moments like this, nothing but sighs regularly passing her lips, but it seemed a scene like this brought out more of her. A soft swear under her breath, her mother tongue passing across her very lips as Ana keeps taking her into her warm mouth, nosing at her mound as she swallows around her cock-

“Shit-” She whines out in a higher voice, thighs tensing and her wrists jerking to try and maybe bury her fingers in Ana’s hair. To no avail, as her fingers flex and the jerk of her wrists only makes the rope tighten once more around her pleasantly. “Ana,” She tries again, voice high and warning.

It only results in said woman humming, swallowing her back down in a fluid motion as Amelie begins to cum. Vaguely aware of how Ana swallows it down, her hands stroking Amelie’s shaking thighs as if to soothe her.

When Amelie’s eyes flutter open blearily to look down at Ana, she watches as she slowly pulls off her soft cock. Sparing kitten licks and peppered kisses just to make Amelie shake a little bit more before she pulls back and wipes her mouth off on the back of her hand.

“How are you feeling?” Ana asks as she moves to stand up, stroking over Amelie’s curves and reaching behind her in an embrace as well as to pluck the knot from the ropes. “Do you want water? Tea?”

Amelie hums softly in a negative, letting her bonds be free as Ana begins rounding her to help with the bonds, rubbing over the marks left on her skin. “I feel...alive- better than I did earlier.” Spoken calmly, despite the waver in her voice from the tremors in her body. Once the ropes are all removed, she nearly falls on her first step, but Ana gently leads her to the bed instead.

“Come, lie down, you squirmed too much and caused a burn.” Sounding chiding as always, Amelie can’t help but smile at Ana’s fussing. Letting herself rest back on the bed and turn her head to bury herself in the familiar scent of teas and cinnamon.

Ana returns only moments later, a spicy smelling salve being applied to the rope burns across Amelie’s rib cage, wrists, and hips. Massaging into tense muscles as the prior Talon marksman sighs with pleasure and comfort. The entire time, Ana murmurs praise as she works her over, telling her how good she was, how beautiful, just as she starts to doze off. Safe, at last.

Now, Amelie just needed to find a way to get a certain feisty hacker’s romantic attention.

#Widowana #Widowmaker x Ana #Widowmaker #Ana Amari #Overwatch #bendoverwatch #nsft #lemon #commissions #princess writing #Trans Widowmaker

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Nicole’s rambling: The Watch Dogs Problem

Hey, welcome to my TedX talk about one of the most ambitious games Ubisoft had ever released... And which, for most of the parts, flopped majestically - yet still has players who love it. One such player am I as well. (And I’m not coming back to the game because Raymond Kenney is my first VG crush, shut the hell up.)

I won't be dipping into the side activities (digital trips) and online mode, because I never clicked with it and I don't know much about these parts. And I don't wanna throw shit at the game because of something I don't know a single thing about. Here are my three biggest negatives in the game and the three biggest positives you should play it for.

Also: remember, this is my opinion and my opinion only. It's sure biased, non-professional, but I've played WD more than five times. FIVE. So it's not just blatant nitpicking, because, in its core, WD Is a game I love dearly.

@march-moon, here you go! :)

Let’s sort out the negatives first so we can later praise the game for what it did well:

1. Predictable and dull AI of enemies (aka going John Wick mode).

Sure, the variety of said enemies is impressive, but... When you get a grenade launcher and some good shotgun, which you can do in the first hour of gameplay if you already know your way with the ctOS bank account system (LOOP IS WHERE THE MONEY'S AT), you're more or less untouchable for the rest of the game. Most conveniently, you're starting with a silenced gun and when you know around your way with the stealth system and focus, which slows time big time for those who might not know, you can clear out Rossi Fremont under two minutes. Why? Because the AI is just dumb and stupid most of the time.

Like, sure, the big-armed guys can be a pain in the ass for the first few encounters, but when you realize all you have to do is throw two grenades at them and fire as many bullets as you have at your disposal, they are dead immediately. And the same goes for the car chases. Until you unlock the almighty power of raising the bridges and blowing up the steampipes, these are just pain in the ass.

The first few ctOS scans and police chases, as well as the enemy chases, are fun. But when ctOS finds you after ten minutes of driving around like a mad man to dodge the shit, sending you off on a ten-minutes lasting chase which simply repeats itself. Let alone that you kill half of the city's population because you fuck up to turn your car.

To close this point, it gets repetitive, especially with the gang hideouts fuckery.

2. Ubisoft lying not only about the game features, but also about the overall graphics.

This point kinda explains itself, doesn't it? It's a known fact that studios have tendencies to change their games/movies for marketing purposes - for example, Disney and Infinity War or Naughty Dog's 'The Last of Us (Part 2)'. But this being a usual marketing tactic doesn't mean that the consumer should keep their mouth shut when they don't agree with it.

Most noticeable Watch Dogs' fuck-up was an overall graphic downgrade, which, sure, is completely understandable when you have such a huge open-world game, but... Ubisoft showed you a potato mash and all you got was the potato (The biggest point that is made fun of are the trees - those who played the games know what I'm talking about.).

Also, the enhanced graphics ARE coded in the game, but are not used due to something signed off as ‘playable compatibility’ as far as I can understand, so??

But... They did lie about the in-game features too. They promised a lot more than they delivered, like the bounty hunts and stuff... Where did that go, Ubisoft?

3. The side missions and the story.

Don't take it as such... In my opinion, some of the side missions are fun - at the start. We've talked about gang hideouts, but you have fixer-car-related gigs as well and the first ten of them is very immersive since you don't already know which type of the mission you're up to. Will you be pressured by the time limit? Will you have to race through the city in a car that you can't destroy too much, otherwise it can't be sold on the black market? Will you be a decoy for some other bad people doing bad things? But when you get through this phase... It's the same game system again and again, for 46 times, I think? And the villain convoys... Well. These are fun and refreshing each time, I have to say.

Every time, you can choose a different tactic to toy around with - will you catch up with the baddies sooner, turning this mission into an intense, tight chase experience? Or will you wait for them further on the road, toying around with explosives and guns? Sometimes, they slip past you, which leads to a chase around the city, sometimes you blow up all of the cars perfectly on time, A+. But... You mastered 1/3 types of side mission content.

As for the story, it's not the worst, but it isn't something super-memorable, lifechanging. I am not talking about the idea behind the story (the utopia of having the whole city lead by a system, which enables the corporation to control people's lives without them even knowing), I am talking about the Damien-Aiden-Lena revenge story. It's your daily revenge plot based on Aiden's niece dying in a car crashed after the car being shot at because of a failed job.

The first story mission is mind-blowing. You're thrown into the game and the first thing you have to do is to infiltrate a whole-ass stadium, which feels good, not gonna lie. And the 'prison-break sequence' is also memorable as well. But other than that, it gets real repetitive real fast. 'Follow this person', 'hack this thingy', 'kill this guy', 'tilly that person' and so on is present in every act of the story, which makes things kinda come across as boring after some time. It is what it is.

There are exciting in-game moments, like when Defalt is introduced to the bunch and hacks into the Bunker base, stealing all of your data. But sadly, these story masterpieces tend to be overlooked and not acted on, which takes off some of the immersion potentials. (I know that Defalt's story was saved for the DLC, so it's not the best proof.)

! BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT THE STORY DOESN'T HAVE GOOD BEATS !

Now, the well-made things for which you should DEFINITELY play this game:

1. Chicago being a videogame city that is alive and the 'collectibles' are extra fun.

Okay, okay, let me explain. Sure, Watch Dogs' Chicago isn't the best area ever constructed in an open-world game. But... The city feels alive, it is changing around you, it never stops. You can find people making out, talking bad about their friend who is not there, you can look into their day-to-day life via something called 'privacy invasion', where you just hack into a camera and... You hear mommy calming down her kid who is crying, you can watch two girls playing Wii, presumably, and many other every day encounters.

NPCs are answering to you being into the city - asking questions on the range from 'Is that the guy from the news?' to straightaway call the cops because you are a mass murderer probably. When you stand in the middle of a road, they honk at you; when you accidentally bump into them, they call you names. It's amazing... And profiling them is even more fun. You can find profiles ranging from 'author of poetry' to 'clinically confirmed pyromaniac' and 'searches for 'feet' on the internet'. This shit is just ridiculous.

But... It's the smallest details you'll fall in love with. You can get on the "L" and it takes you on a ride. You can ride in it for the whole day, or you can get off on the next stop. When you're in the Wards or near Rossi Fremont, you can find dudes just listening to rap, chatting. Some guys force flyers into other people's hands. You can have coffee. The rain somehow feels real, and the nighttime just steals your breath away - and so do the sunsets. There's a part of the city called 'Hobotown', where the local hobos live, there are secret poker tournaments.

Chicago in Watch Dogs is a city with so many minor details that you cant find each of them in one gameplay. In each gameplay, you'll find something new, something that just makes you chuckle - but it's so thoughtful of the developers to even put it in their game. These small details are the ones that make you feel as if you were inside the game, convincing you that the Chicago you're looking at is, indeed, alive.

Then, there are the 'collectibles'. I didn't know how to call it other than that, so bear with me for a minute. There are minor 'side-missions' - for example, you're going after a killer, who is leaving you audios on the places he left one of his victims. There are QR coded which unlock audios that talk about the DedSec hacktivists. In the small 'hack 5 routers in a time limit' quests, you are unlocking one of the Blume's employees audios (Angela Balik's), talking about the files Raymond Kenney had hidden in the code back in the day, talking about the uprising of the Bellwether 'crime' prediction system.

The collectibles aren't everyone's thing, of course, and it won't take any of the Chicago experience when you don't listen to the voicemails or if you simply don't collect them. But, they can immerse you in the game world even more. And to be honest, this is one of the few games that had my ass shook about collecting the additional thingies.

2. The character cast.

Let's be honest, Aiden Pearce on his own isn't the best protagonist in the world. Don't get me bad, I like this game a lot, but he can come across as boring at times. And that's exactly when the character cast comes in to balance Aiden's character. Most of the cast has some sort of an attribute which compels to Aiden's personality very well, completes him in some way.

You have Raymond Kenney, who is a paranoid, rowdy, alcoholic genius who helped with creating ctOS - but has remorse about his history, because he caused the Northeast blackout 2003, killing eleven people. Which can show Aiden how bad can the power over the ctOS system be.

There's Jordi Chin, a prestigious assassin/fixer, who uses the game's darkest humor. Every fucking second Jordi is on screen, it's captivating, immersive and you'll find yourself chuckling at Jordi's jokes, which are definitely out of place. But he still keeps reminding you that he's in for the money, which, in the end, turns against Aiden in a way.

Clara Lille, otherwise known as BadBoy17, is a hacktivist working for the rebellious DedSec who are rebelling against Blume, the company behind ctOS. She seems to be innocent of the violence of getting revenge, but later in the game, Aiden discovers how deeply she was invested in the whole story about Lena.

Each of the characters has a personal connection to Aiden, widening his personality in various ways. Which is funny to watch throughout the story - and there's a ton of other characters I didn't even get into, like Lucky Quinn, Nicky, Jackson, Bed Bug... The characters are simply terrific.

3. The overall soundtrack.

Hear me out, this point is kinda tricky, yeah? I am not talking about the official soundtrack. The radio has some blasts I fell in love throughout playing the game - whether it introduced me to song 'Ms. Crumby' by the Audition, or made me fall in love with the Vampire Weekend, Kid Cudi, or The Vindictives. Yet, in the case of the radio, I tend to sort out a playlist consisting of 4-6 songs (YES? YOU CAN MAKE PLAYLIST INSIDE THE GAME???) which I play on repeat throughout the game.

There's also this masterful thing about the soundtrack sometimes 'forcing' itself into your gameplay, maybe more like 'self-inserting' into the game if you will. The two most memorable encounters of this are when: a) when you're helping Ray Kenney leave the junkyard and Pawnee behind and the 'ring ding piety pow' hardcore metal song plays throughout the final encounter (Jesus Built My Hotrod by Ministry) and b) when you enter Rossi Fremont, the whole time you're going through the building, the rap/hip-hop is playing, making you feel gangsta. (I think it's a song by Wu-Tang Clan, not sure tho).

But... Then it hits you. The in-game hidden soundtrack that sadly wasn't released. At least not officially. It has a reason, worry not - this in-game soundtrack reacts to the player's progress throughout the missions, so it basically plays on a loop. Which is understandable.

The most standing out instance I can talk about is when you enter the small island where the old Blume secret place is hidden on. You and Clara are on a mission searching for legendary sacred place (at least for the hackers) called 'The Bunker'. And my friends... This is when it hits you. The soundtrack feels familiar even when you're playing the game for the first time. This piece just hits differently than any other soundtrack I've heard. Not even Time by Hanz Zimmer has this effect on me, and I LOVE the Inception.

And there's more - the piece of the soundtrack which plays when you're going after Jackson is probably another great example.

BONUS ROUND: 4. The Bad Blood (DLC)

Okay, this had a lot to do with my love for Raymond Kenney and I am not worried to say it out loud. But this DLC is truly a DLC. It only uses the WD world, which was set up in the OG game, as its base - but it isn't its main focus at all. This DLC introduces us to new characters as well as to some we knew already we knew.

In the OG game, Tobias is the mad hobo who sells us cool thingies to play with - and in they managed to show Tobias' full potential, showing us how smart and hilarious, as well as paranoid, this guy is in reality. It deepened Ray's character, revealed Defalt's motivations and the history that tied both of them to the Northeast blackout.

There are also new areas to explore, new things to play with and even if the DLC doesn't do anything too revolutionary with the game's world, it's the best DLC I've played. And I may have enjoyed it more than Aiden's story. But again, I'm pro-Kenney biased, so that's kinda expected of me, ain't it?

PS: I hate Sitara or whatever her name is.

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New Beginning:Chapter Twenty

AN: Sorry for the long wait. I hope you guys like this update. I changed a lot, and plan to continue on that route. I will still go by episodes but will be putting a lot more of my own spin on them. I plan on skipping ahead a bit, but it won't be a time skip kinda thing. I promise it will make sense and go, pretty smoothly, I think. I am beyond ready for the Originals to get here! Also, I don't know if any of you are as excited as I am for the reveal of how El breaks her curse, but I have officially decided how she is going to be doing that. It's not exactly how I had originally planned for it to happen, but I had a dream a few weeks ago and just loved the whole idea. It's a bit sad; I think it may piss a few people off, but that's part of the appeal:) As always, please review and let me know what you think. Don't be a silent reader. I swear I don't bite! Also, this story has thirty some chapters on AO3 and Fanfiction.net. Edited by my Beta Casey.*

A steady buzzing pulled me from my fitful slumber. My neck ached as I rolled out of the tight ball I found myself wrapped up in. The muscles in my back burned, searing in protest as I sat up and stretched my body. An unhealthy popping sound made me wince as I moved my neck from side to side. I pulled my red hair from where it had become stuck to my cheek and was once again thankful that there was no one else here to witness the side of me that was more troll than human.

My phone buzzed incessantly again, and I glared dangerously at the little black machine that was responsible for my being awake at the ungodly hour of five a.m. Before I could even consider seeing who dared to wake me, I knew I needed to get out of yesterday's clothes and find some sort of caffeine.

I grabbed myself a change of clothes before slipping out of my room and tiptoeing to the bathroom. Once I was safely inside, I went about my business, allowing the hot water to rinse everything away. As I scrubbed at my skin, I imagined the water washing away the metaphorical stain on my soul, as well as the visible grime from the day before.

After my skin was sufficiently rubbed raw, I left the shower and dried my hair, weaving it into a loose, side french braid. Aside from the lotion I rubbed into my parched skin, I left my face natural and headed back into my room to grab my phone and purse. Shutting my door on the way out, I skipped over the squeaky step and stealthily made my way downstairs as I pulled out my phone to check who had tried to call. My head cocked to the side when I noticed I had an oddly large number of missed calls, all from Damon. What the hell did he want? Just as I was placing my finger over his name, there was a knock on the front door.

Dammit!

Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy were still sleeping, for God's sake! I quickly headed to the door and yanked it open, a few strands of hair blowing out around my face as it passed me by. Cerulean blue orbs and a familiar cocky smirk greeted me. I narrowed my eyes, grinding my teeth together. I could feel my cheeks warming and hated myself for it. Damon smiled wickedly and leaned against the door frame, one arm lifted above his head. His usual button-up shirt was absent today, instead he wore a long sleeve black t-shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His raven hair fell into his eyes as he moved closer to me. I bit my tongue, my traitorous fingers itched to brush the hair from his forehead. His smirk widened as if he could read my thoughts, and I stepped away from him, flexing my fingers, which only made him chuckle.

I hated his face. His stupid, cocky, yet oh so sexy face.

His right hand moved into view, and I noticed a large coffee cup. My whole body reacted to the sight. Every ounce of my annoyance bled away at the thought of getting the fix I needed. My face lifted into a grin, and my heart raced with joy.

"You bought me an iced frappe?" I squealed. "Those are my favorite!"

I grabbed the cup out of his hands and took a large, dramatic sip, moaning as the chilled espresso beverage satisfied my raging urge for caffeine. Caramel; he even got my favorite flavor.

"Wish I could say I bought it out of the kindness of my heart, but," Damon laughed mischievously. "It's a bribe."

I stepped outside, the cool morning air brushing over my skin, and goosebumps pebbled up my arms. I locked the door behind me, pulling my shirt sleeves down to cover my arms. "What do you want, Day?"

I took another sip of the caramel frappe and started down the porch steps. Damon followed beside me, his hands in his pockets.

"Well, it seems that your sister spent the night doing the naughty with my brother."

His face turned up for a moment, an unpleasant hateful expression marring his usually attractive face. Jealousy isn't a good look on Damon, and I found that knowing it was my sister that brought forth that sort of reaction, made me feel physically ill.

"So," he continued, "I want you to join me in interrupting their morning. To throw them off. I also want your take on Stefan's whole 'let's work together' spiel.'"

Damon used bunny ear quotations when he talked of Stefan's idea and I huffed out a laugh, sliding into his car and leaning my head back against the seat in frustration. When he got in, I turned towards him, my eyes hard.

"Fine, but I'll tell you right now before we even get there, I won't be involved in anything to do with damaging their relationship. I know this is hard for you, seeing them together, but she is happy, and I won't help you ruin that."

Damon's eyes scanned my face, his own expressionless as he focused on reading me. I was an open book, at least at this moment. I didn't need to hide anything from him. In fact, he needed to see it. He needed to know he could trust me, but he also needed to know my limits. Elena and Stefan's relationship; the game he wanted to play with his brother, that was one of them.

Once he had seen what he needed to, he nodded, moving back into his seat. He pulled out of my drive and drove towards the Boarding House, only slowing when I took out a coin to throw over Wickery Bridge.

"Why do you do that? '' he asked.

I rolled up my window and looked at him, shrugging. "It's silly, but it's my way of remembering my parents. People throw coins in fountains and wells to make wishes, well I throw them over the bridge and into the water where my parents died as a way to remember them. I want to make sure that they know I haven't forgotten them, and that I wish they were still here."

My voice cracked, and I cursed myself for allowing emotion to poke through my normally stoic exterior. Damon brushed a strand of hair from my face, placing it behind my ear, a real, none sarcastic smile gracing his lips.

"There's my Elandra," he whispered as we left the bridge behind. "Always so soft-hearted,"

I looked away from him, trying to ignore the way his hand had felt on my skin. Finally, we arrived at the house and I all but jumped from the car the moment he stopped. I stepped into the house and headed upstairs towards Stefan's room. I could feel Damon following me but decided to sip my coffee and ignore him. When I reached Stefan's door, I stood to the side and allowed Damon to take the lead.

"This is so mean," I sighed.

Damon smiled, opening the door and taking my hand, effectively cutting off my protests. He approached the bed, slowly sitting down at the foot and smirking at the vision our siblings made curled up together, unaware of the world around them. They were snuggled up, spooning. It was an unsettling image. Not just because it was my sister I was watching, likely after she had just had sex. Which was just...disgusting. It was also like I was watching a vision of the past. I was finally able to see, first hand, what it had been like when Katherine was with Stefan, all while Damon was in the wings, pining and devastated that the woman he loved was with his brother, always just out of his reach. It made my stomach roll. Was that the sort of thing Damon imagined every time he looked at my sister?

I turned away, feeling more like my past self then I wanted to admit. My heart hurt; this whole situation was starting to bother me more than I expected it too. Katherine would love to know that, and I couldn't let her see it. I couldn't let her use the pain of my past to get what she wanted from me. Elena started to wake, and Stefan joined her seconds later. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as he kissed her on the cheek, a bright smile on his face. I swallowed roughly, averting my eyes from their private moment.

"Mmm. Good morning," Elena sighed contentedly.

This was so wrong. I am the worst sister ever.

Stefan pulled her closer and looked down at her flushed face. "I could get used to this,"

Damon sneered, tilting his head and choosing that moment to make our presence known. "Rise and shine, sleepyheads," he cheerfully said, slapping the bed with gusto.

I winced, turning my head away as they both jumped, my sister revealing her lacy black bra in the process. I quickly walked over to them, yanking the sheet over Elena with a growl in Damon's direction.

Elena narrowed big brown accusatory eyes at me. "Damon, Elara! Please!" she yelled, turning to face him and taking hold of the sheet.

Stefan, on the other hand, let the sheet fall, his bare chest in full view. Elena lifted the sheet to cover him again, glaring in my direction. I scoffed lightly, which turned into a full-on laugh when she bared her teeth at me in anger.

"Please, Lena. Do you know how many times I used to watch them swim in the lake with my brothers? I have seen both Salvatores bare-chested many times. Besides, Stefan is a brother in my eyes," I sighed, stepping next to Damon, who smiled up at me.

"You've seen a lot more than my bare chest, Miss Miller," he mock-whispered.

I blushed profusely and smacked his chest, avoiding my sister's fiery gaze. Stefan tried to reign in a laugh, turning it into a mild cough, which only made Elena grumble in anger.

"What are you two doing in my bedroom?" Stefan asked.

Damon scoffed, his face playful. "Oh, stop being smutty, Stef,"

Stefan pulled the sheet further up on Elena, making sure she was appropriately covered.

"Seriously, get out of here!" Stefan hollered.

I jumped lightly and grabbed Damon's arm, he shrugged me off with a laugh and leered at Stefan and Elena.

"If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it," he smirked.

I blinked several times at this and took a step back, my mind whirring at the oddly scientific idea he proposed. I wasn't entirely sure that's what he had meant, but the seed had been planted in my head all the same. Are Elena and Katherine COMPLETELY identical? It's a disgusting thought but an intriguing one. While all these weird ideas were flying through my mind, I didn't notice when Damon stood and leaned down, placing his hands on the frame at the foot of the bed.

"Now listen, we have some very important business to discuss," he said.

Elena sat back and sighed. "And it has to be right now?" she asked.

Damon sneered, crossing his arms. "Well, we have lots to do, now that we're all friends and working towards a common goal," he smirked.

Stefan and Elena exchanged a look, one that made me uneasy. I narrowed my eyes and stood side by side with Damon, crossing my own arms. Yeah, if they were working with Damon than Katherine was gonna win Miss Congeniality at the next Miss Mystic Falls pageant.

"So, to open the tomb, we need to find the journal to get the grimoire to undo the spell. First things first — since as you are Elena Gilbert, you're on journal duty," Damon said.

Elena huffed, pointing her bony finger in my direction. "Hello! Elara G-I-L-B-E-R-T!" Elena spat, spelling out our last name hatefully. "Why can't she do it?" she asked.

Damon turned towards me and shrugged. "Miller," he enunciated slowly. "She'll always be a Miller to me, and besides, I need her for something else. She is an all-powerful witch; journal duty is below her pay grade," he said with a cocky smile.

Elena glared at me, and I slapped Damon on the arm. "Damon, cool it. You're getting me into trouble," I whispered.

Damon turned to me with a wicked smile, and I raised a brow in question. "Since when am I helping? Elara I get, you bat your eyes and somehow convince her to help you," she petulantly said.

I placed a hand on my hip and ground my teeth together, ready to let loose on my childish little sister, but Damon placed his hand on my arm, stopping me before I could blow up on her. I let out a deep breath and tried to cool off, turning away as Damon continued with his little drama fest.

"Well, since Stefan's helping, and you have taken up residence in Stefan's bed, ergo…" he trailed off suggestively.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing, my cheeks burning from the effort. Stefan looked at Elena, ever the knight in shining armor...or sheet as it may be at the moment, and smiled warmly at her.

"You don't have to do anything that you don't want to," he said.

Elena sighed in acceptance, looking at Damon with a gleam in her eye, one that had my spidey senses tingling. Something was definitely going on. I tried to catch her eye and knew for sure they had some sort of plan the moment she guiltily avoided my gaze. I shook my head and turned away from her. She could look for the journal all she wanted, but she wouldn't find it. I would borrow it from Jeremy myself, then use it to locate the grimoire and take it before either of them ever had the chance. I wasn't going to let them stab Damon in the back, not this time. He needed to know that Katherine wasn't in that tomb.

"I'll look for it tonight," she said.

I stood straighter, lowering my chin and staring them both down in anger and defiance. Elena laid back in the bed, pulling the sheet over her face in annoyance.

"Good," Damon said.

Stefan looked down at Elena in amusement and then glanced at Damon and me. "How do we know that this journal will hold the location of the grimoire? We're really going to take the word of this vampire? He seemed like a bit of a dimwit," Stefan said, obviously hoping to stall Damon a bit.

I placed a hand on the back of my neck and rolled my eyes.

"In lieu of any other options," Damon said

I looked at them both and shook my head. "The location is in there. Don't worry. We'll get the grimoire," I said, staring at Stefan with heated eyes.

He watched me closely until Elena pulled the sheet from her face and sat up. "Ok, what exactly is a grimoire, anyway?" she asked.

Damon shrugged his shoulders and looked at me with a smile. "A witch's cookbook," he said.

I started giggling, my chest shaking with the force of it. Stefan sighed, laying back on the bed as Elena had.

"Every spell that a witch casts is unique itself, so every witch would document their work," Stefan explained, speaking towards the ceiling.

Elena watched him, her brows raised in surprise. She looked at me in excitement. "Do you have one?" she asked, voice rushed.

I lowered my head, my laughter dying down. "Elena, I'm not really that kinda witch, but yeah, I have had a few. They were more like journals, though, with memories and thoughts. They did have a few of my own spells that only witches of my kind could ever hope to cast. But they have all probably been lost to time," I said thoughtfully. "Even if they hadn't, with as many different names as I have had, and lives I have lived, only I would even know it was mine."

I refused to tell her that there were a few people that could probably distinguish my handwriting enough to discover if a journal belonged to me. She didn't need to know that the Mikelasons were some of the few people who probably knew me well enough to piece together the different facets of my life.

Elena looked disappointed for some reason, probably hoping I would loan Bonnie a bit of my past. When would she learn that Bonnie would never be able to do what I can? We were two very different incarnations of the witch. She was one of nature: and bound to everything that goes with that. I am a witch of creation: my ancestors were chosen, created to be what we are. My magic was not a gift from nature, so I will never be bound to her or her rules. Nor, will I ever be forced to bow to my ancestors or any other witch for that matter, dead or alive. I felt lucky knowing my ancestors would never force me to do their bidding. I was free to make my own mistakes, and if or when I needed their help, I would always have the option of asking for it, free of fear. Whether they accepted, it was another story. I had been taught long ago that my family line of magic came from deep within our cores. Our very souls were infused with ancient magic, the magic we can draw from. That's how I can channel everything through myself, and am visibly able to show my own magical signature. I can push it outward, and use the force of it as a weapon.

The true story of how my family became infused with magic had long been lost. My mother did tell me as a child that the first of our line, Ashilda, had come across a stone arch after our family settled on their land. When she approached the arch - one she was sure had been there since the time of the old Gods - she found a peculiar script written across it. When she placed her hand on the jagged edge of the stone, she cut the palm of her hand. When her blood seeped onto the rock, a bright light engulfed her. It spilled into her body, lighting up her core, infusing it with the power that we carry within us today. My mother said the old Gods found our line worthy, and now every firstborn daughter is blessed with the gift of magic.

Who knows if that is what truly happened, all I know is, that I'm grateful to not be beholden to anyone, let alone mother nature. I had warned Bonnie once already of what could happen to witches that went against their ancestors, and I was glad to not be one of her kind. I shook myself from my thoughts and focused on the conversation unfolding in front of me.

"And I don't like that disadvantage, so…." Damon clapped his hands together. "Chop, chop."

He grabbed my arm and escorted me towards the door backward. I stumbled dumbly; wait, what had I missed while I was daydreaming?

"You know, I really like this whole menage a foursome team thing. It's got a bit of kink to it," he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes. "Don't screw it up," he said, pointing at them both as he pulled me out the door.

Damon slowly walked me down the stairs, once we hit the bottom step, I yanked him to a stop, my finger on my lips. I used my other hand and pointed at my ear and then the ceiling. He rolled his eyes, their blue depths staring upward where I knew Elena and Stefan were probably trying to act all innocent. After a second, his face screwed up in disgust, and he took my wrist, dragging me outside towards his car.

"What?" I snapped

I figured I probably didn't want the answer if the look on his face was anything to go by. He pushed me into the car, and I huffed in annoyance. I was really getting tired of his pushy behavior.

I watched him warily as he slipped into the car, slamming on the gas and speeding out of the driveway like a man possessed.

"He knew I was listening. Whatever Elena was about to say...he stopped her. Then she decided to...change the subject," he said through clenched teeth.

I crossed my arms and glanced out the window. "Well, good for her. Seems like Stefan may be more fun than I give him credit for," I said under my breath.

Damon, of course, heard me and made sure to hit every bump in the road on the way to my house. By the time he was back in my driveway, at the speed he had been going, my head was quite sore from hitting the roof of his car, but it was worth it. I was sick and tired of him fawning over my sister. I turned my head towards him with a sigh.

"Listen, Damon, I hate to say this, but I don't trust either of our Saint siblings. They obviously have a plan of their own. But what they don't know is, I have insider info."

At my words, Damon's head finally shot towards mine, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. When I saw he was no longer harboring anger towards me, I continued,

"I already know where the journal is. So, I'm going to go get it, and when I have it, I'll recover the location of the grimoire. Then I'm gonna put the journal somewhere they can find it, and they'll never be the wiser."

Damon's eyes clouded with confusion, and I smiled wickedly, leaning closer as if my next words were a closely guarded secret. I lowered my voice,

"I thought you might wanna have some fun with them. We could see exactly what they planned to do. Play with them a bit," When I saw his eyes spark, I quickly added my amendment. "But gently," I added.

His full, pink lips pouted playfully, but his eyes never lost their spark. "You really are amazing, Ellie," he said.

I laughed lightly and decided to taunt him a bit. "And just think I could have been all yours. Elandra Salvatore."

His eyes darkened, and my smile became predatory.

"Too bad, eh. If only I had been born a Petrova," I sighed, my green eyes hardening for a moment.

Damon leaned away from me, his pale face slackening, and I almost felt bad for a moment, but then I remember the pain I had felt watching him as he lusted after my sister all morning, and the guilt vanished. Rebekah would be so proud.

"I'll text you, Damon. Do not make them suspicious of us," I said, pointing my finger at him.

He pushed back his emotions, his mask slipping back into place as he nodded. I slid out of the car and headed inside to find Jeremy and the journal.

Jeremy was pretty easy to locate; like most teenage boys, he was lounging on the couch playing video games.

"Hey, Jer,"

He smiled at me and I plopped down beside him. His eyes never left the TV as he continued rolling the joystick on his controller in a circular motion, a determined expression on his face. I leaned my head on his shoulder and watched him play for a moment.

"I have favor kiddo. Well more like a question," I said.

At this, Jeremy paused his game and spun around on the couch, lifting one leg onto the seat as he turned to face me.

"What's up, Ellie Bean?" he asked in concern.

My heart lifted at the love his expression showed, and I vowed to make sure Elena never forced him into anything again. At least for as long as I could. I felt my stomach sink and tried to forget, for now, that I wasn't going to be around for much longer.

"You remember that creepy monster journal you were reading of our ancestors? Can I have it? I am doing research for a story I'm writing," I said quietly, biting my bottom lip as if I were embarrassed.

Jeremy blinked at me, briefly surprised. Like everyone else, he didn't know that I was into writing (which I am, just never in this life), then smiled brightly. "You're a writer, El?" he asked excitedly.

I nodded quickly with faux enthusiasm, leaning in after looking around the room. "I like to write fiction, but since writing is Elena's thing, I've never nurtured it until recently. Please don't tell anyone, especially that I asked about the journal. I don't want anyone to know I'm into that sorta stuff, Jer," I flushed. "It's kinda embarrassing..."

Jeremy grinned, slapping a hand on my shoulder. "Deal, but I gave the journal to Mr. Saltzman, so you'll have to wait until I can get it back,"

My eyes narrowed into slits. What the hell is Alaric doing with a hunter's journal?

"That's ok, Jer. Just keep this between you and me," I smiled, rising to my feet. Jeremy nodded, pressing start on his game. I waved goodbye and raced out the door, pulling my keys from my bag.

Well, it looks like I'm making a trip to the school.

I pulled into the school, only a few cars lining the mostly deserted parking lot. I spotted the exact one I was looking for and felt my tight jaw tick. I didn't know what to expect, but Alaric Saltzman was proving to become more and more interesting, and not in a good way. It seemed he was going to be a problem, something I never wanted him to become. I had never gotten a bad vibe from him, and I had always been able to trust my vibes or 'sixth sense' about people. That was the only reason I wasn't calling Damon right now and giving him the green light to go in fangs blazing.

I shut off my car and held onto the strap of my purse tightly as I walked up to the entrance, silently praising whichever God was listening when the door was unlocked. I was saving my magical reserve just in case. I was still building up my stamina. The more magic I used, the weaker it made me. I needed to train so that I could cast longer without weakening myself. Who the hell knew what I was walking into. I had never been alone with Alaric or gotten close enough, to get a good read on him. I knew he was human, but that didn't always mean weak. Humans had the potential to be quite powerful with the proper training. As I entered, I squinted in the darkness, glancing around. When I knew I was alone, I cast a low-level spell on myself so that I would blend in with my surroundings. I grimaced as the cold feeling of an egg breaking atop my head slithered over me. I exhaled in relief. I should be sufficiently hidden from all except those who were either trained in the craft or at least knew what to look for.

I tiptoed towards the History classroom, all the while keeping my ears and eyes peeled. As I neared the room, I could see a faint warm light shining in the darkness.

Hello...someone is home.

I peeked into the room and found Alaric sitting at his desk bent over the journal, pouring over its contents with avid interest. His eyes were strained with exhaustion, and I felt a pang of pity for the poor man. What was going on with him? I watched him read for a few minutes, just taking in his mannerisms, trying to understand a bit about him. When he stood quite suddenly, I gasped, stepping away from the door as he burst through. I followed behind him, noticing with interest when he stopped in the middle of the hallway, his back rigid. He spun around and quickly scanned his surroundings in a defensive position, that of a trained hunter. I knew that look. I had seen it many times before. Hell, I had used it myself after Kol taught me.

I've got you now, Mr. Saltzman. Interesting, very interesting. Do the council members know he is a hunter?

I held my breath while his eyes passed over my near-invisible form. I knew that to the trained eye, a shimmer could be seen, but unless Alaric knew a lot about witchcraft, he wouldn't know what to search for. I kept my breath held deeply and watched him wait, head twitching left then right. Finally, he gave up, feet smacking against the tile floor as he headed back the way he had started. Air escaped my lips as my lungs thanked me for the oxygen they so desperately needed. I gulped down a few lungfuls and followed after my mysterious hunter/history teacher. I would seriously need to pay better attention in class from now on. Who knows precisely what type of supernatural beings he hunts. No need to piss him off unnecessarily. I found him in the teacher's lounge, making copies of the journal. The glow from the copier illuminated his still form, and I bit my lip, unsure if him having a copy of the journal was such a good idea. I stood next to him and watched as he finished rather quickly. When he was done, he shut off the light, and I followed him back to his classroom, this time without any oxygen deprivation. He lightly tossed the original journal on his desk and slipped the copy in a drawer beside him. Sitting back in his seat, he covered his tired face with his hands. I saw a quick glimpse of the purple bags under his eyes and felt the pang of pity in the pit of my stomach again. I wasn't entirely sure what exactly it was about this man, but I had a bit of a soft spot for him. I could see he was a good man and that he would be suitable for Jenna. Still, he seemed to be just as stuck in the supernatural world as Elena was, and that would just put my family at further risk.

Would it be worth it to help this man? As he pulled his rough hands away from his face, his blue eyes locked with my invisible green orbs, and I felt my shoulders slump in defeat. Something was telling me Alaric Saltzman was meant to become involved with the Gilbert family. I could feel a firm sense of resolve fill me.

Ok, Alaric, I'm going to help you.

I nodded as a plan started to form in my mind, and watched him grab a handful of papers from a tray on his desk. Leaning over them he began to grade, with much less enthusiasm than he had before when reading the journal. A sudden movement outside of the classroom caught both Alaric and I's attention, our heads snapping towards the disturbance. I stepped away from Alaric and moved towards the journal, using his captured attention to my advantage, my hand reaching out to it. When Alaric stood, heading to the door, I took the journal from the desk, slipping it into my bag with ease. Alaric stepped outside the room, his back ramrod straight. I watched him closely, ready to step in if he needed me to.

"Hello?" he called out.

I rolled my eyes. Really?

I almost wanted to tell him how very teenage girl in a horror flick he was right now. When he left the classroom for the hallway, I slipped my hand into his desk, where he had stashed the copy he had made and grabbed it as well.

Sorry, Alaric…

I stepped out of the room and slid past him as quietly as possible. I could sense a vampire here with us, and it wasn't either of the boys. I didn't plan on staying to find out who it was. I cast a quick protection spell on Alaric, hoping it would be enough to give him the shot he would need to take care of himself. I couldn't stick around all day, protecting him. I looked back at him one last time, he was still calling out into the darkness and exited the school. As I hopped into my car, I sensed a familiar presence in the air. Stefan? How did he find out about the journal? I put my car in drive and fled the school before Stefan got the chance to see me. I drove as quickly as I dared, and pulled into my house ten minutes before I would have driving the speed limit. I grabbed the journal and scanned the pages rapidly, searching for anything that would tell me what I needed to know. When I found what I was looking for, my eyes ignited with hatred.

That stupid son of a bitch!

I should have guessed. I pulled the copy from my bag and stepped out of my car, walking beside the house. I grabbed Aunt Jenna's tin bucket from the garden and sat it on the ground in front of me, placing the copy of the journal inside. I stood, brushing the gravel from my knees and snapped my fingers, setting the pages on fire. I stood in front of the bucket, watching the pages curl and burn as the smoke swirled in circles. Once the pages were ash, I took the pail to the curb, dumping the remains in the trash can with a smirk. With the original journal in hand, I headed inside. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen but chose to ignore whoever it was for now. I sat down next to Jeremy, who was still lounging on the couch.

"Hey, Jer. Did you tell Stefan about the journal?" I whispered.

Jeremy looked up at me oddly but shook his head. "No, why?" he asked in confusion.

I frowned slightly, hoping I could believe him and sighed. "Who did you tell?" I asked.

Jeremy looked more confused than ever at my strange questioning and blinked slowly before realization dawned on his face. "Stefan was here earlier when I was talking to this girl Anna about the journal. She wanted to see it, but I told her I needed it once I got it back from Ric. He probably heard me," he said, shrugging.

I leaned against his shoulder and smiled. "Ahhh. Well, that makes sense. Cause see, I went and borrowed it from Alaric, but Stefan was there asking about it. I was nervous and didn't wanna bother them, so I just took it. I'll explain it to Alaric later. I was just curious why Stefan wanted it. Could you tell Stefan you went and picked it up if he asks? Just tell him that when you grabbed it, Alaric wasn't around," I pleaded with puppy eyes.

Jeremy must have sensed my need and thought it was because I was a bit nervous around Stefan. His brotherly instincts kicked in.

"Yeah, of course, Ellie. You don't have to say shit to Stefan!"

I grinned broadly and kissed his cheek, giving him the tightest hug I could. "Ok, I'm gonna leave this here on the table for now. Remember, this is just between you and me, ok?"

Jeremy winked at me, and I left him to the TV and his lazy day. I felt bad for using my baby bro like that, but I knew he would understand when the time came. I just couldn't wait until we could really team-up. I wanted to tell him everything. I headed into the kitchen and was shocked to find Aunt Jenna planted on the counter, her legs swinging happily, a glass of red wine in hand. Damon was standing beside her, cutting into a tomato. I held the swinging door open, my lashes batting in amused confusion.

"My father never approved of anyone I dated, which only made me want them more, of course. What about you?" Damon was saying.

I scoffed lightly, releasing the door, the breeze of it swaying back into place blowing strands of my air around. I placed a hand on my hip. What an utter crock of shit. His father approved of our union until I was found to be a witch. Of course, by then, he had known Damon had basically dissolved our courtship in favor of Katherine. It had strained their relationship even more than it already had been. He had thought it a stain on their family honor, a broken courtship was a massive faux pas after all.

Damon spun around to greet me, the sharp blade pointed in my direction. "Have something to add there, Ellie," he asked, brow raised in a dare.

I held my jaw together tightly. "No, I was just under the assumption that there was one girl your father had approved of, once upon a time. At least for a brief period," I said tightly.

Damon cocked a grin, his eyes blazing in triumph. Had he been goading me? Jenna looked between us momentarily before watching Damon go back to cutting up the tomato.

"Yeah, there was one, but I screwed that up royally, so she doesn't really count," he said in an almost whisper.

Jenna handed him her glass of wine and patted him on the back in a gesture of solidarity. I giggled under my breath when Damon chugged down the last of her wine before pouring her more, when he tried to stop in the middle of the glass Jenna took the bottle, filling the cups to the rim. Damon chuckled, going back to his chopping.

"There were a few guys. Logan isn't the only loser I've dated," Jenna said mournfully.

Damon looked at me and pointed the knife in my direction again. "What about you?" he asked.

I choked on my tongue and started coughing. Jenna laughed joyfully. "Yeah, El, what about you? I'd like to hear about this. You have always been so secretive, and Elena won't ever spill about you," Jenna said.

I leaned against the island and sighed deeply. Damon was such an ass.

"Umm. I don't really date. I have had flings," I said, avoiding Jenna's eyes.

Jenna spluttered, wine flying onto my face. I wiped the liquid from my cheek and bit my lip, wincing at her surprised expression.

"Elara Marie!" she gasped.

I raised my hands in the air and shook my head. "Hey, no judgment. I am not...I have no time...I just don't want a relationship, and I'm not stupid. I'm careful," I said, stuttering painfully.

Jenna observed me weighing her words, with a resigned sigh, her shoulders slumped as she smiled weakly. "At least tell me who?" she asked.

I laughed uneasily. "Um, Tyler Lockwood and a guy from the football team. No one that you know. After Tyler, I decided to keep things casual. No close friends. It's my rule," I explained, twisting my fingers.

"Well, at least it's not someone like Logan Fell. I hope..." she said.

I shook my head, and she smiled. Damon, who had been oddly quiet throughout our conversation apart from the savage sound of chopping, bit out a few words. "Did they ever find him?" he asked.

I turned away, rolling my eyes. That asshat had deserved everything he got.

"He's not missing. He's in the Bahamas working on his tan. Very entitled, that one. Marches to his own drum." She drained the remainder of her glass. "He's a Fell. They're all snooty," she added.

Damon chuckled and poured some more wine in Jenna's glass. Was he helping her get drunk? She smiled brightly at him and headed towards the living room. I watched her go, hoping Jeremy would make sure she didn't get too smashed. I stepped beside Damon and leaned next to his ear, in the guise of reaching for a slice of tomato. He made to slap my hand, but I growled at him.

"I found it," I snapped next to his ear.

He froze before he held a chunk of tomato against my lips with an expectant expression on his face.

"The journal?" he asked.

I opened my mouth and let him feed me with a roll of my eyes. I finished my mouthful and nodded before adding onto my sentence.

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about. I know where the grimoire is. Also, our plan involving the Saints squared is in effect in the living room," I said with a wink.

Damon's brows raised, and he dropped the knife with a hearty laugh. "The Saints Squared?" he asked in amazement.

I shrugged with a nod. "Suits them, don't ya think. Everyone thinks they're so damn perfect. Can you imagine what that must be like? I'd go mad under pressure!" I said, placing my hands on my cheeks.

I'd hate to live life feeling like I had to be perfect all the time. He shuddered dramatically, and I couldn't help but laugh. Damon drew my attention, my laughter ceasing when he spun on his heel, facing the doorway with a smirk.

"Hello, Elena," he said.

I stepped away from him and looked at my sister, whose arms were stationed across her chest, her big brown eyes judging me harshly. I groaned and maneuvered around my sister.

"I have an Aunt I need to make sure has sobered up, and then I have to pick up something from the store,"

Damon smiled at my excuse but kept his eyes firmly on Elena; it was enough to let me know he would keep her preoccupied. Not that he would find his job all that hard. I stepped out of the kitchen and found Jenna seated next to Stefan and Jeremy on the couch. My eyes zeroed in on the coffee table, where I was pleased to see the journal missing in action. I bit my lip to keep the smile from my face and patted Jeremy on the shoulder.

"Hey kiddo, get Jenna some Advil and a bottle of water. I need to get something from the store," I sighed.

Jenna protested, but Jeremy laughed, ignoring her half-hearted swats and semi-slurred words. Stefan looked up at me, eyes curious and a bit weary, but I smiled brightly.

"I saw someone got Damon to cook dinner. It's been a while since he put his skills to a less homicidal use," I whispered with a giggle.

Stefan's lips twitched, and he looked away, focusing on the TV again. "I'll be back in a bit," I said, grabbing my keys and jogging out the door.

Time to go dig up an asshole.

I drove as quickly as I could, heading towards the old cemetery where I knew Giuseppe Salvatore to be buried. As I pulled up beside the gate, I cut the engine and popped my trunk before I slipped out of the car. Digging in the back, I pulled out a flashlight and winced as I slammed the trunk closed, the sound echoing and seeming louder in the darkness. I pulled my jacket around me, listening to the crunching of the wet grass below my feet as I journeyed into the graveyard. I slowly repeated a silly mantra in my head to keep myself calm.

Zombies are not real, zombies are not real.

As the old fashioned tombstones came into view, I clenched my teeth and tried to keep the Thriller music video out of my head.

Come on, Elandra, you're over a thousand years old. Get a grip!

I pushed myself forward, shining my light on the tombstones as I came across them, heading deeper and deeper into the graveyard. Finally, towards the back, I found a worn stone, the edges chipped and words faded. I bent down, brushing my hand along the aged stone, dirt and crumpled leaves falling to the ground. It read; Giuseppe Salvatore.

Asshole extraordinaire is a more fitting moniker.

I sat my flashlight down and sighed, thinking over exactly what spell I needed to use. I needed to dig him up and then put all the dirt back, making the whole grave look once again undisturbed.

I nibbled on my bottom lip thoughtfully, then with a huff decided I would just pull the dirt up, then refill it and flattened the earth, making it look as it had before. It would exhaust me, but I had my Blackwood branch so I would be ok. I lowered my hand over his grave and scrunched up my face in disgust. This was not my idea of fun. I took a deep breath and let my power flow, slowly turning my hand as I felt my core flair with magic, a warm burning deep within. I opened my eyes and saw the electric blue light glow through my skin. The ground in front of me started to quake, breaking apart as the earth flew skyward. My other hand shot forward, stopping its travel, and I took a heavy breath as the dark soil froze in mid-air. My hands shook slightly as I began to maneuver it to my right so that I could have it all together for when I needed to return it later. I lowered it into a massive pile and looked at the hole I had successfully made with glee. I had done it. I stepped next to the hole, looking down.

A light brown wooden coffin rested below, a smattering of dark wet earth still covering the lid. Jumping down, I landed next to it and brushed off the dirt, the cold rough wood rubbed against my skin uncomfortably and I tried to ignore the sensation. I felt around the edges until I found a spot I could grasp, and started yanking up the side. Holding my breath, I pulled it open, moaning when I looked down at the skeleton of the man who had once helped kill me. In his arms was Emily's grimoire. I looked away, a thick lump in my throat, and gently pulled the book from his grasp. I tried to ignore the cold, slimy feel of the hard bone but couldn't hold back a gag. When I finally had the grimoire in my grasp, I sat it on the edge of the coffin and rubbed my hands down my jeans with a shudder.

Ugh...so disgusting!

I quickly slammed the coffin lid shut, shivering as I slipped out of the hole. I sat the spellbook next to me and lifted my hands, watching the dirt fly into the air again, and fill the hole. Once the coffin was covered, I waved my right hand, flattening the soil and making it appear as if I had never been here. I nodded in satisfaction when my work was done. I sent Damon a text, smiling and rolling my eyes when he sent back a bunch of heart emojis. I picked up the book and my light as I headed back the way I had come. My prize in hand.

On the way home, I stopped by the store and picked up a few things we had run out of as a way to maintain my cover story. So by the time I pulled up at my house, I had been gone for a little over an hour and a half. I quickly ran my hand over my clothes to cleanse them and placed the Blackwood branch back in my purse. I made sure the grimoire was in my bag and stumbled out of my car, closing my eyes as I shook my head roughly. I was a little weak from overexertion, but the branch had helped to restore most of my magic, and I was determined to fight through the rest of my weakness. I was getting tired of feeling so useless. I was supposed to be strong and powerful, and I needed to be. Shit was about to hit the fan. I was going to start training again. I ran inside, tossing my keys into the bowl by the door. I released a relieved breath when I noticed Elena and Damon were just now bringing the food in from the kitchen. I hadn't missed dinner. Hell yeah! I was starving. I took the groceries into the kitchen and rolled my eyes as I watched Damon deliberately bumping into Elena every chance he got. Well, I could have done without the flirting.

Was she the one digging up his father for him?

I grumbled under my breath as I went back into the dining room and slumped down into my seat, glaring at my sister as she laughed at Damon's actions. Damon placed a bowl on the table next to me, completely ignoring my existence as he focused on Elena. His eyes were hard as steel, and I realized they had been having a conversation right next to me. What was with me and zoning out today?

"Then you understand what I will do if anyone gets in my way," he threateningly told her.

Elena visibly gulped, and I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped me. They both shot me a look, Damon raised a brow and smiled while Elena glared hatefully. Damon walked away, leaving Elena alone with me.

She placed both hands on her hips and stared me down. "What are you doing, Elara? This game you are playing with him is going to get people killed. People we love!" she snarled.

I stood from my seat and placed a hand on the table, leaning closer to her. "No, what is going to get people killed is you and Stefan standing in our way. He needs to get in that tomb, Elena. It is the only way. I'd ask you to trust me, but it wouldn't make a difference, would it?" I asked, my eyes tearing up despite my anger.

Elena looked away, her hair falling into her face. The fact that she couldn't look at me was all the answer I needed. I had felt a smidgen of guilt for tricking her and Stefan. Still, the way they were going about things, and the fact that she was refusing to even trust me, her own sister, was enough to wipe it all away. I sat back down, my head falling forward.

"We're done here, Elena. You have made up your mind. Chose your side in this, and I've done the same. It's a pity really, all this time we're wasting," I said, my voice breaking off as I lowered my head into my hands.

Elena stood beside me in silence for a moment before turning around and walking away. I shook my head, frustrated tears spilling from my eyes. I brushed them away and placed my hands on my knees. There was nothing more I could do about our relationship right now. I had to do things this way. I knew what needed to be done to ensure the future went as smoothly as possible. Damon had suffered long enough. He deserved freedom, and this course of action would give him that. I shook off my melancholy as Damon and Elena brought out the rest of the food. Dinner was a stressful affair, my anxiety, and I held hands throughout the entire meal. Damon made sure to poke at Stefan and Elena the whole time. I basically inhaled my food just for the chance at a quick escape. As soon as I was done, I stepped out onto the front porch, the grimoire, still hidden in my bag. I sat down on the porch swing and held my bag against my chest, the massive indent of the grimoire, an oddly reassuring presence.

I pushed my legs back and forth as I swung. I let the cold night air clear my head, the breeze blowing the smell of honeysuckle and roses towards me from the garden at the back of the house. I slowly swung back and forth, the rhythm almost lulling me into a coma-like state, until I noticed a dark shadow blocking the light beside me. I turned my head and sighed when I saw Damon, Stefan, and Elena all huddled together near the open window. I inwardly groaned as I listened to Damon pestering Elena and Stefan about the journal. I couldn't help but smile when Stefan mentioned Alaric. Looked like he made it out of his encounter with the vampires alive. Good for him. I would need to introduce myself for what I really am sooner rather than later. I stopped swinging, the toes of my shoes scraping against the wooden porch when Stefan brought Jeremy into the conversation. I stood quickly and stepped back inside the house just as Damon was heading back towards the couch where Jeremy was sitting alone, Aunt Jenna having gone upstairs.

"No. Damon, leave him out of it!" Elena panicked, her eyes revealing the fact that she knew Jeremy had no idea where the journal was.

I wanted to pounce on her Ala cheetah and rip her to shreds. She had the nerve to accuse me of being the one who would involve the people we love. Yet, here she was willingly allowing Jeremy to be pulled into this even though she knew exactly where the journal was. I stood towards the back of their little group and crossed my arms, jaw tight.

"Why, what's the big deal?" Damon asked, shrugging his shoulders.

He was definitely enjoying this little game. I caught his eye for a moment and smiled briefly when their blue depths twinkled with mischief. I let out a relieved breath and lowered my arms, my defensive posture loosening. As long as he wasn't really planning on pulling my brother into the thick of things, I could let him have his fun. They deserved it, after all. I stepped up beside Jeremy, and Elena froze momentarily, her brown eyes widening.

"Damon, Elara!" she whisper-shouted, as only she could.

I cringed my ears protesting as my mind conjured up images of nails on a chalkboard. "Elena, calm down! Get a grip. Jeremy is going to be fine," I said.

I plopped down on the couch next to our brother, my arm draping over the back, and shared a loaded look with Damon, reminding him to tread carefully. Damon sat on the arm on the sofa, leaning close to Jeremy with his best attempt at a brotherly expression on his face. I chuckled under my breath, and placed a hand on my forehead, adding a new item to my mental checklist, 'Teach Damon how to be less creepy.'

"So...I heard you found a really cool journal from back in the day. Who else did you show it to?" Damon asked, trying (what I hope was not his best) attempt at nonchalant.

My chest shook lightly as I silently laughed. I was sincerely hoping this wasn't Damon really trying to gather intel because if it was, I felt terrible for him. I kept my eyes off my brother and was beyond proud when he didn't glance my way once. I had to give Jeremy credit, he had one hell of a poker face.

"Huh?" he asked, playing dumb.

Damon rolled his eyes, face hard. "Don't ask questions, just spill," he said.

I leaned across Jeremy and slapped Damon on the knee. Jeremy chuckled and looked between all four of us with guarded interest. "You're kidding me, right?" he asked, looking directly at me.

Elena started to speak, I assumed to ask Jeremy who else he had shown the journal to, but I held up my hand, stopping her mid-sentence.

"It's ok, Jeremy. You can tell us it's not a big deal. It's just…I guess that come to find out...that journal was a little more valuable than we originally knew." I half-heartedly explained, trying to convey with only my eyes that he shouldn't tell them about me.

Jeremy looked at me for a moment, his eyes scanning my face before he turned his head to look at Damon and Stefan, expression protective. He took my hand and gave it a tight, reassuring squeeze.

"Just this girl Anna," he said.

I released a breath I hadn't known I had been holding and squeezed Jeremy's hand in thanks. I could tell he no longer trusted the Salvatores, and I wasn't sure how I could remedy that right now, or if I even wanted to if I was being honest. The Salvatores had the potential to be extremely dangerous, and although I loved them, I didn't entirely trust them to protect my human family. In immortal years, they were young, and sometimes the decisions they made were lethal.

Jeremy's trust in the Salvatores wasn't my main concern right now, I had too many problems to deal with at the moment to add another, so, onto the mental checklist, it would have to go. At this rate, my list was going to be a few feet long.

Damon cocked his head in question. "The hot, weird one?" he asked.

I blinked a few times and tilted my body around so that I could see Jeremy. "The what?" I huffed.

Jeremy blushed and nodded quickly, a hand on his neck. "Yeah," he said.

Elena took the lapse in talking to step in front of Jeremy. She looked down at him in curiosity. "Wait, who is Anna?" she asked.

I leaned towards Jeremy and patted my knees excitedly. "What she said," I smiled, pointing my thumb at Elena.

Jeremy looked at all of us again, noticing all eyes on him, two sets of them anxiously awaiting his answer and huffed in exasperation. Before he could open his mouth, Elena's phone rang, and she yanked it out of her back pocket, glancing down at the screen. Her brown eyes blazed with annoyance for a second before softening as she answered, quickly catching my eye and pointing to Jeremy and Damon. I rolled my eyes and gestured for her to leave.

"How do you know her?" Damon asked Jeremy as soon as Elena headed up the stairs.

Jeremy looked away from our retreating sister and leaned against the couch. "I just know her. She wants to meet me at the Grill tonight," Jeremy said.

I smiled brightly and covertly winked at Damon. This would be the perfect way to meet Jeremy's mystery gal and get away from Elena and Stefan.

"Perfect," I said, clapping my hands.

Jeremy blinked rapidly, looking at me in shock. Damon stood, taking my hand as he did. "I'll drive. Come on," he said.

I grabbed Jeremy's hand and pulled him towards the door. "O-Okay," he said in shock.

I pushed Jeremy out the door and looked behind us, catching Stefan heading up the stairs towards Elena's room. I shook my head, a flare of betrayal stinging me. Even without super vamp hearing, I knew he was heading up there to tell Elena he was going to read through the journal and find out where the grimoire was. I looked away from the stairs and buried the feeling of betrayal, he was doing what he thought was best. Just as I was. I followed after Jeremy and hopped into Damon's car.

"You still with me, El?" Damon asked.

I turned my head towards him in confusion and saw the flash of fear and uncertainty in his eyes before he closed himself off again. I checked the backseat where my brother was staring out the window before I took Damon's hand and sent him a confident wink.

"Of course, I am. There's nowhere else I'd rather be," I chuckled.

Damon squeezed my hand, his cold skin raising the hairs on my arm. I cocked my brow and used my other hand to motion towards the ignition. "We gonna go?" I whispered.

Damon rolled his eyes and gave me his best cocky smile as he started the car. I moved my hand from his and placed it in my lap. I really didn't need to blur any more lines with Damon. Once we reached the Grill, Jeremy headed inside to find Anna. Damon and I stayed towards the back of the bar and waited. After a few minutes, Jeremy was joined at the pool tables by a short, long-haired brunette girl. Damon growled in recognition, and I froze in fear. If he recognized her, that could only mean one thing; she was a vampire. I focused on the girl and was shocked when her smiling face turned towards me, recognition instantly ignited within me, and my back became rigid with stress. I had seen her before, back in 1864. I knew her and her mother, Pearl, which was obviously why she was here now, flirting with my very human brother. Katherine might not be in the tomb, but I knew Pearl was.

Anna had another thing coming, though, if she thought she could use Jeremy to get her out. A Gilbert or not. She would not be using him for her revenge. I stood next to Damon, a silent sentinel throughout Jeremy's entire 'date' with Anna. When the night winded down, I texted Jenna, making sure she was sober enough to pick Jeremy up. I told her I had a few things I needed to do before I would be home. She was surprisingly ok with my late night to-do list, and for that, I was grateful. She told me she was okay to swing by to get him and I was glad to have at least one thing easily handled. Damon and I followed Anna's scent to a dingy Motel where Damon quickly stole Anna's room key. Once we were safely inside her room, I sat down next to him on the edge of one of the rumbled beds and waited, my eyes glued to the door.

"You know I could do this part on my own," Damon said.

I rolled my eyes towards the heavens and looked at him in annoyance. "Yeah, cause I'm just gonna leave you to deal with a much older vamp all on your own. That's not gonna happen," I said.

Damon smiled briefly, then held a finger to his lips, his blue eyes crinkling as he stood zooming behind the door. I slowly stood and crossed my arms. A low clicking sound came from the door, and Damon pressed his back against the wall, just as Anna came inside. Damon sped in front of Anna, taking her by the throat, and slamming her against the wall, taking her by surprise for only a moment. Before I could take control of the situation, Anna had grasped Damon by the throat, turning the tables on him, and she started to squeeze. Damon gasped in pain, choking from the strength of her grip. I sighed deeply and waved my hand, ripping the two vampires apart. They both went flying in opposite directions, slamming into the walls with loud gasps of pain and annoyance. I shook my head with a laugh and stood directly in the middle of the two. Damon was the first to sit up, leaning against his knees with a groan.

"Damn," he said, rubbing his neck. "You're strong for a little thing,"

I smirked, glancing at Anna, who was looking at me in pure shock. "How?" she finally managed.

I pointed at myself and shrugged. "Original witch, cursed, Reincarnate. Very long story," I said, shaking my hand in a blasé way.

Anna looked at Damon and started to laugh, her whole body shaking. Damon's face scrunched up in anger as he stood, moving towards the little vampire. I held up my hand, putting up a magical barrier between the two. It pulsed briefly, in a thunderous flash of light, before disappearing. Anna and Damon flinched, covering their eyes.

Damon banged his hands against the invisible wall of magic in anger, his blue eyes furious. "Whoa, moron slow down. I'm not gonna let you get yourself killed just because you're mad that she is laughing at you," I sighed.

Anna stood up and stepped closer to the barrier with a grin. "So, how are you enjoying having your ex-fiance around while you're trying to get your lover out of the tomb?" she sneered.

I lowered the barrier slowly, and stepped right next to Anna, tilting my head expression blank. I focused on her mind, smiling when she crumbled to her knees, screaming in pain.

"Listen here bitch, I already know why you're here and what you want. I know Pearl is in the tomb, but ya see, you have nothing we need, so if you don't want me staking your mother the first chance I get, then you need to stay the hell out of our way. That means leaving my brother alone," I said, letting up on the witchy migraine I was giving her.

Anna gasped, her pained sobs letting up. She looked up at me in confusion. "Your brother?" she asked.

I leaned closer to her and smiled. "Oh yeah, you don't know who I am this go around. Elara Gilbert at your service," I said, waving brightly.

Anna's face whitened considerably, and I could hear Damon chuckling darkly behind me.

"Yeah, Jeremy is my baby brother. Now I get your anger at the Gilberts, I do. I mean, Jonathan Gilbert helped kill me, but ya see, they are family now so I can't let you exact your revenge on any of them," I said, my voice firm.

I stepped past her and opened the door to her room. Damon joined me and looked down at Anna. "You heard everything she said, Anna. We work alone, and if I see you anywhere near the Gilberts, I will kill your mother myself," he said, stepping outside.

I glanced at Anna one last time and bit my lip. "I'll get her out, Anna. As long as you don't cross me. I never had anything against either of you, and your mother was a nice woman, but you go against my family or me, and you will regret it," I said.

Anna looked up at me, her brown hair falling into her eyes. Finally, she nodded. "You have a deal. Just save my mother," she whispered.

I placed a fisted hand over my heart and lowered my head. "Agreed. I'll call you when we open the tomb," I said, before turning and leaving the girl behind. I just hoped I made the right decision.

Once we were back in the car, Damon looked at me in confusion. "Are you really going to help her save Pearl?" he asked.

"As long as she keeps to her end of the deal. It's the right thing to do, Damon," I said, turning away from him. "Now, let's go deal with our Sainted siblings," I sighed.

Damon and I stood just out of view, watching Stefan shovel the dirt out of Giuseppe's grave. Elena stood beside the deep hole, the beam of her flashlight the only source of light in the darkness surrounding us. We were both shielded from detection by a magic barrier I had placed between our siblings and us. I watched in disappointment as Elena used the situation to joke with Stefan. She smiled down at him shaking her head.

"What?" Stefan asked.

Elena continued to shake her head in amusement. "Not many girls can say they've done this," she said.

I scoffed lightly next to Damon, tapping my foot on the ground. "Get a room, Elena," I whispered.

Damon placed a hand on my lower back and snickered. Stefan continued to dig until a loud thud interrupted his low grunting. I rolled my shoulders in anticipation.

"Finally, it's about damn time. It didn't take me nearly this long," I ranted.

Damon stepped closer to the barrier, his shoulders squared and watched his brother toss the shovel out of the grave. Stefan quickly started to wipe the dirt from the coffin as Elena knelt down, leaning closer to the hole to get a better look at what Stefan was doing.

"Hold the beam steady, Elena," Stefan said.

Elena nodded and held the light towards the grave with both hands. Stefan found an edge and started to pry the coffin open. Breathing heavily, Elena leaned forward with a gasp as the lid creaked open. I looked at Damon, and we both shared a smile.

"What? No, that's not possible. The journal said it would be here," Stefan sputtered.

I lifted my hand and lowered the barrier stepping out from the shadows with Damon by my side.

Well, what do you know?" Damon playfully said.

He cocked his head to the side and smiled down at his brother. I stepped up beside him and watched Elena closely, her brown eyes narrowed as she took me in with distaste. Stefan slammed the coffin lid closed and pulled himself from the hole, speeding in front of Elena. Damon sneered at his brother and turned to me with a smile.

"This is an interesting turn of events, wouldn't you say, Elandra?" he asked.

I looked at my sister with a frown, my head tilted. "Very interesting, Day. But sadly, I can't say I'm all that surprised," I said.

Stefan lifted his hands in supplication but kept himself firmly placed between the two of us and Elena. I wanted to laugh as if I would ever allow Elena to be hurt. Yet here he was, acting as if I were the enemy, all because I was siding with Damon.

"I can't let you bring her back. I'm sorry," Stefan said.

I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling gently in exasperation. I stepped closer to Stefan and leaned near him. "Listen to me, Stefan. Katherine is not in the tomb. She has never been in the tomb. Damon just needs to see that so he can move on. You need to give him that," I angrily said.

Stefan looked at me sadly as if I were a small child being tricked into believing in a fairy tale. "I'm sorry, Elandra, but I can't take that chance," he sighed.

Damon stepped in front of me, pulling me away from Stefan with a growl. "I can't believe I ever, for even a second, considered trusting you," he spat.

Elena whimpered lightly from behind Stefan, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Oh. You're not capable of trust. The fact that you're here means that you read the journal, and you were planning on doing this yourself," Stefan said triumphantly.

I tried to step around Damon but was held back by his tight grip on my shoulder. Both Elena and I were being pinned behind the feuding Salvatore brothers, and I was beginning to lose my patience.

"Of course, Elandra and I were going to do things on our own, because the only people we can seem to count on is each other! You made sure I couldn't count on you many years ago, Stefan." Damon stepped closer to his brother, blue eyes rolling with emotion, and pointed his finger at Elena. "But you...If I hadn't had your sister...you would have had me fooled," he sneered, a thick pain in his voice.

Elena turned away, hiding her ashamed and hurt expression behind Stefan's shoulder. I shook my head and took Damon's wrist, pulling him away from our siblings and hopefully offering him what little comfort I could.

"So what are you going to do now, Damon? Because you know I can't allow you to open the tomb," Stefan said, stepping closer to us.

Damon laughed, smirking at his brother as he watched Elena follow carefully behind Stefan.

"What are you going to do, Stefan? All we need to open the tomb is a witch, and that won't be too hard to accomplish," Damon said, watching his brother with an intensely hateful expression.

As Stefan inched closer and closer to Damon, I held my bag tightly against my side. I silently cast a spell that would prevent anyone but me from touching it. I knew Stefan was planning something, and I was getting antsy. Stefan and Damon continued to dance around each other, each fighting for dominance. I slowly tried to inch away from them, unknowingly giving Stefan the shot at me he had been aiming for.

Stefan vamp sped in my direction. Before I could even take a breath, he was biting into his wrist and bringing it to my lips, feeding me his blood. The coppery taste ran across my tongue as I tried to fight against him. But it was to no avail, and before I could think to use magic, I had given in and started to swallow. The blood falling down my chin as I gasped for air. The thick liquid inched down my throat, and I gagged, trying to turn my face away from him, but his fingers held my chin tightly. I could feel bruises starting to form and just prayed for him to stop. When I had accepted enough, he pulled finally away. I quickly wiped the remainder of the blood from my chin and mouth, disgusted by the man I had seen as a brother. I didn't think I would be able to forgive him for this. At least not for a very long time. Before he could make another move, I twisted around in his arms, smacking him as hard as I could, allowing the hurt and disappointment to show in my eyes. Stefan looked away quickly and without an ounce of emotion, wrapped his cold hand around my neck, pulling me beside him. My feet lifted from the ground as he dangled me in front of Damon.

"Give me the grimoire, or I will snap her neck, and we will see first hand if her curse is affected by vampire blood," he threatened. "Are you ready to play Russian roulette with El's life, Damon?"

I clawed at Stefan's fingers but otherwise tried my best to hide the fear that was welling up inside of me. I could see everything I had been working for swirling down the drain.

I didn't want to die. That was a heady thought for someone like me to have, someone who usually had no choice but to accept death. Now though, all I wanted to do was fight...and live.

Damon stood in front of me, helplessly watching as his brother held my life ransom. I caught his blue gaze and followed it to my bag and then back to Stefan. I could see his resolve grumble as he started to give in. After everything, he was going to give in to save me. A small whimper of fear and disbelief caught Damon's attention, and flickering of hope started to grow in his blue orbs. Stefan's body froze in fear, and I watched his eyes darken as he realized that unless he released me, there was nothing he could do to save her. His shoulders stiffened, and I was sure he hoped that he could somehow still save Elena and get the grimoire out of this whole ordeal.

He was a moron.

Hopelessly I watched as Damon sped over to my sister, taking her by the throat. He quickly ripped into his own wrist, feeding her his blood. Elena's face turned to me, eyes round with fear, her lips stained red, as Damon's blood spread through her system. I could see the moment the realization of what it could mean for her finally clicked. Tears began to well in her brown eyes, as her whole body began to shake.

Damons hand held her steady as he stared down his brother, crystal eyes moving from Stefan to me in quick succession. "I can do one better. Give me Elandra, or you will have a vampire girlfriend, brother," he sternly said.

I watched the whole scene play out in horror, Damon had fed Elena his blood. He had made the decision to do to her what had been done to him. It was so easy for them to play with immortality; for me, it wouldn't work, but for Elena, it would, and it would be an eternity she never asked for. One that would cause a monumental disaster.

Oh God! There was so much that would be lost if Elena became a vampire. I could see the death and destruction of everything, and everyone we loved flitter across my vision, and panic began to set in. I could feel power start to course through my veins, sending a burst of magic across my skin. The bright blue burst of light caught Damon off guard, and he dropped Elena in shock. My skin glowed, a beacon in the darkness, and Stefan gasped in pain when his skin started to sizzle as if he had touched an open flame. I felt my feet connect with solid ground and caught myself as I fell forward, my hands landing on the soft grass in front of me. Stefan stepped away from me as I stood, my whole body still glowing with light. I turned towards the vampire that had held me captive, and I raised my hand, closing my palm into a fist, pulling him towards me. Stefan flew through the air, his eyes wide with shock. I lowered him to the ground next to Damon and he collapsed onto his knees. I quickly made my way to Elena, the glow of my skin dimming into nonexistence. Elena, still shaking, watched me in fear, doe eyes large. It was so reminiscent of the time I had once healed her when we were children that I froze momentarily, my eyes burning with unshed tears. I raised my hands with a smile, trying to reassure that I never wanted any harm to come to her.

"Lena, I am so sorry. I never wanted things to go this way. We were supposed to talk and nothing more. Stefan went too far tonight," I said with a wince.

My head was beginning to pound, one of the least fun side effects of vampire blood.

Elena shakily stood and backed away from me, heading closer to Stefan. "Elara, this whole thing has gone too far, and nothing will change until Damon leaves town. He can't be allowed to get into the tomb," she said, as she lowered herself down next to her vampire.

I ran my hands across my forehead and felt a cold hand against my neck. I glanced behind me and found Damon staring at Elena and Stefan with disgust. I shook my head and let out an aggravated breath.

"Elena, you really have no clue how very wrong you are. Damon isn't going anywhere, and the tomb will be opened." I took Damon's hand and started towards the car. I turned my head back, watching my sister help Stefan stand, checking him over for injuries. "Maybe when the tomb is open, and you both see that what you should be worried about was never inside it, then we can all work together again. Because we will need to be united for what's to come." My eyes connected briefly with Stefan's, and I tried not to show precisely how saddened by his behavior I was. "Please make sure she is safe tonight. She cannot become a vampire," I said.

Elena's head shot towards me as Stefan's eyes filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Turning away, I allowed Damon to lead me to the car.

"You gonna explain what you meant by that?" he asked me.

I glanced up at him and shook my head. "Not until you're free of Katherine," I said, slipping into the car. I leaned against the cold glass of the window beside me and closed my eyes. Tomorrow I would be heading to the Bennett house to procure us a witch.

It was time to open the tomb.

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Buried in a burning flame is love and its decisive pain (part 3)

Part One

Part Two

“Did ya see that shit,” Junkrat said as he squeezed close to the door to let Roadhog have room next to him. “Bloody fuckin’ bonzer, mate. Blasted those dipsticks back to the scrap heap. An’ the fire, what a beaut.” Only had to blink to feel it again. The weightlessness of flying. The OR14 exploding into scrap. The whooshing rush as air filled the explosion’s vacuum. The flames. The burn. The acrid stench of sulfur and potassium. “Fuckin’ did it. Fuckin’ won!”

“For the love of God, shut up.” Roadhog interrupted and only then did the silence of the others register.

Tracer’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, her jaw clenched. Mei stared out the window, pointedly ignoring him. Even Lucio and D.Va were quiet.

He frowned. Missed something, somewhere. Cast his thoughts back. “No one hurt?” Assumed someone woulda said immediately, or just gone without waiting for him and Roadhog.

“None of us,” Mei said shortly, emphasizing the ‘us’.

“Someone else?” Flash of Emily and Tracer forehead to forehead.

“Don’t know. Tracer can’t reach them on her com.”

Junkrat sat back. “Shit. Didn’t think...”

“Of course not! You never do. An idea crosses what passes for your mind and you’re off doing something on your own - something incredibly insane and dangerous - and paying no attention to what you’re supposed to be doing. What you were ordered to do.”

“Coulda left me.” Came out a little more defensive than he meant it, but hell, was true.

“And the team’d be two men short because Roadhog was trying to keep your stupid, scrawny ass alive.”

“What if you’d gotten hurt? Or Roadhog? We wouldn’t have known or been able to help you,” Lucio added, quietly.

“Been fine on our own plenty of times.” Swallowed hard as he said it - hadn’t really thought about Roadie gettin’ hurt. Mei’s right - you never think. Rubbed his forehead, as if he’d get rid of the voice that way.

“It’s not how we do it, Junkrat. You know that,” Hana said. The disappointment in her expression was a kick in the teeth. Rather have Mei yellin’ at him.

He did know that. He’d just forgotten. Or maybe not really understood. Made no sense. Sure Roadhog saved his ass any number of times even when it put him in the line of fire - but that was a job. Doing shit for dosh, made sense. This? This made none. Mei didn’t like him, Tracer didn’t seem to have an opinion either way - he sure as shit wasn’t as important as her Emily. An’ while he reckoned Hana and Lucio liked him fine enough, they’d known Emily and Satya far longer. Just stood to reason they’d add it up and let him ‘n Roadie fend for themselves. Simple matter of maths. Apparently he’d missed something in the calculation. Mei tallied it for you - six necessary to succeed. Subtract two and you fail. Really, Jamison - must you be so stupid?

Tracer parked the ute where it would be hidden by the Orca. The brilliant blue sky glared down at them; sun reflected off the metal of the ship and the snow covered trees and into Junkrat’s eyes. His head throbbed and he squinted against it. Adrenaline still fizzed through him, making his teeth want to chatter and his hands shake. Or maybe it was the cold again? The sweat of the fight had cooled in the winter wind. Shoved fists into his pockets, followed Roadhog and the others, head down.

Silence. No sign of bots; no sign of Emily or Satya neither. Least the traps hadn’t been tripped. Tracer reached out and rapped a pattern on the door. No more than a second passed before it was yanked wide and Emily fell into Tracer’s arms.

“You’re all right!” Emily said, breathlessly.

Was like Tracer faded into Lena as he watched. The tension bled from her body as she held Emily close. “So are you,” she murmured into Emily’s hair.

“What happened,” Satya asked, putting an arm around Mei and drawing her inside. They all followed.

“There was an attack, like Morrison warned. But the settlement was deserted. No one’d been there in weeks. Lena thought it meant they’d be coming for you and Emily. You are okay?” Mei studied her carefully, like she might be hiding something.

Satya nodded. “We are. It has been quiet.”

“So much for a relaxing vacation.” Mei gusted out a breath, laughed, and just like that the tension dissipated. Lena and Emily disappeared to their room, likely to have a naughty. Satya and Mei lingered for only a second before disappearing as well. Hana and Lucio took over the vid screen for a game. Roadhog picked up his book, but Junkrat could tell he was watching Hana play more than actually reading.

Suddenly feeling like a puppet with its strings cut, Junkrat slumped. Adrenaline’d been the only thing keeping him going and now that it was gone he needed to crash. Made his slightly unsteady way to the bedroom, stripped off his shirt and pants - reeked of sweat and explosives - and flopped onto the cot without taking off his prosthetics. Waking up so early after late night whiskey was kicking his ass. He’d just rest a minute, til the headache fucked off.

“Junkrat? … Hey, Junkrat?”

“Mmf…?” He surfaced from sleep like he’d been underwater, disoriented. Where…? He squinted at the sunlight streaming in the window, then discovered Emily hovering in the doorway, looking uncomfortable. Right - Taos. Vacation. And, if the way he felt at the moment was any indication, a burgeoning case of the wog. Just fucking aces. He resisted the urge to sniffle and raised a brow at Emily. “Needed somethin’, mate?”

“Um. Roadhog asked me to wake you - food’s ready, if you’re hungry.” Her gaze skittered over him, and he realized somewhat belatedly that the sheet’d slipped low over his hips. Least his bits were still covered.

“Be there in a tick,” Junkrat said. He sat up, snagged a t-shirt and yanked it over his head. “Tell him not to be such a bloody bludger next time.”

“Might, if I had the first clue what that means.”

Junkrat laughed. “Just sayin’ he’s a lazy bastard, making ya do his dirty work.”

“Not a big deal,” Emily shrugged. “He’s in the middle of a game with Hana.”

Soon as she was gone, he let himself slump back on the pillow again. His head felt heavy, thoughts slow and muddy. Truth was, he wasn’t hungry. Would really rather go back to sleep, but then they’d figure out something was wrong. He was always hungry. So he pushed himself to stand, tugged on a relatively clean pair of pants, raked a hand through his hair and headed for the stairs.

Unfortunately, standing up seemed to redistribute the congestion in his head and his nose prickled. Tried a small sniff, but it didn’t help, the sensation only increased. He hunched his shoulders, pinched his nose and squelched the sneeze into silence. Fuck it hurt, always felt like he was exploding his brain when he did that. But was better than anyone suspecting. He knuckled his nose roughly, and the itch faded.

Someone’d made brekkie for… well, whatever meal it was. Maybe scrambled eggs and toast wouldn’t kill him. And coffee. Needed fuckin’ loads of coffee. Snagged a chair between Roadie and Lucio.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Hana said, toasting him with her coffee cup, then narrowed her eyes. “Mostly, that is.”

“Yeah, you look rough, man. You okay?” Lucio asked.

“’M fine. Little too much ta drink last night, reckon.” Felt Roadie giving him a look behind the mask. Ignored him.

Lena laughed. “I’ve seen you drink way more than that. Sure you didn’t get hurt blowing yourself up?”

“Fuck no. Done that millions a times. Worked up mines special. Wanna try it?”

“Fuck no,” she echoed and he laughed.

“It’s a rush. All that power… Closest thing ta flyin’.”

“I’ll stick to the Orca, thanks.”

Waved away her concern. “Ah, it’s safe as houses.”

Lena looked meaningfully at his mech arm and he faked an expression of affront.

“That ain’t got nothin’ to do with me own work. How could you even think it?”

“How did it happen, then,” Mei asked, like she didn’t believe him.

Yes, Jamison. Tell them how it happened. Mouth went dry and it took him a second to swallow the bite of eggs he’d taken without choking. Cleared his throat. “Not really a story for dinner table convo,” he managed and took a long drink of coffee.

“A better story is how he got the gold tooth,” Roadhog said and launched into a woefully unembellished tale of the bar fight and subsequent need for a replacement tooth. Somehow this led to other stories about heists gone wrong in various ways … your fault… and the others were laughing and sure he’d laughed at his own cock ups plenty of times but there was an odd echoing edge of this laughter and it scraped against his skin like sandpaper. Rubbed a hand through his hair. Leg started jittering. Got up, took his unfinished plate and Roadhog’s empty one and left them in the sink, trying not to notice that his hand was shaking.

Listen to them laughing. You think you can trust them? In the joke, you’re the punchline. Ain’t the way it is. No? Wait until they see how weak you really are. See if they keep you around then - or if it’s just Roadhog they want. But we’re a…

A what, Jamison? What are you and Roadhog?

... A duo. Where I go, he goes. He’s my… my bodyguard. And when he gets a better offer? One where he won’t have to put up with you? Suddenly a hand touched his arm and he jumped.

“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Lucio said apologetically. “You sure you’re okay?” He frowned, reached toward Junkrat’s forehead. “You feel a little warm.”

Junkrat stepped back, out of reach. “I’m f…” but even as he was saying it, he realized he was about to sneeze. Shit. He just managed to twist to the side, ducking away from Lucio. “Ah’Riiish!”

“Santinho,” Lucio said.

Only a second for a breath before another hit. “Ah’Riiish-iish!”

“Deus te ajude.”

Another breath, another sneeze. “Ah’Riiish-uh!”

“Deus, te faça feliz.” Lucio handed him a tissue.

Junkrat blew his nose. “What ya sayin’, mate?”

Lucio shrugged. “Just what my grandma used to say when I was a kid. Don’t usually get to say all three, though.”

“Aww, you got Roadhog’s cold,” Hana said. “How’d that happen?” Her tone was teasing, insinuating. “No, ‘m fine,” Junkrat said, but spoiled it by sneezing again. Least this time he had tissues.

“Gross, you’re like a plague rat,” Mei said and Hana actually laughed. See?

“Rack off,” Junkrat said. Hadn’t thought Hana would laugh at him. Not really.

“She didn’t mean anything by it.” Satya looked at him flatly.

“Fuck you.”

“Rat.” Roadhog’s voice was low, warning.

“Nah, fuck this.” Out out out. Had to get out. Get away. He turned and, yanking his jacket from the peg by the door, slammed out.

#snezfic #oversnez #constitutionally incapable of writing shortfic #finally got there #rat what is you doin #haha messed up my own title

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unnecessary-database · 5 years

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More Mac&Cheese

Kara catches hell for feeding that villain the next morning at the DEO. Well, hell like J'onn shaking his head and sighing "I suppose that is your trademark," after letting Alex shout incredulously at her for three and a half full minutes. Kara stands slumped against the main control panel through it all while Winn definitely does not chuckle as she gets berated. Kara huffs a quick freeze breath at the back of Winn's neck in retaliation, setting him to yelping like a puppy, and she has the brief satisfaction of seeing J'onn bite back a smile.

Kara goes to work at CatCo, where she pitches an article about the sustainability of bridges around National City, gets shut down, tries again with a pitch about the dangers of old structures and gets the tentative go-ahead. She schedules interviews with all the right officials and gets to digging. She discovers, to her immense displeasure, that Dr. Kieran was correct last night, the bridge she was trying to blow up was old and several other whistle-blowers about that exact bridge have been silenced. Kara sets up interviews with them too and just like that, it's time to meet Lena for lunch at L-Corp.

Kara feels the familiar rush of anticipation in the walk up to Lena's office, and the usual rush of relief as she sees Lena whole and smiling delightedly at her, the warmth that's the same every time as Lena folds her into a hug. She ignores it all. This is totally normal to feel about your best friend. Totally normal.

"I brought your favorite," she says, holding up containers of mac and cheese, and is rewarded with Lena's grin. "Since I know you haven't been eating enough, so don't even think about telling me you had a big breakfast. You're finishing this."

Lena holds up her hands in surrender at Kara's stern tone. "Yes, ma'am," she promises, still grinning and taking the containers in her hands, and Kara relaxes slightly. "Not sure how you know I haven't been eating enough, but I guess I'm on the naughty list until you deem otherwise."

Kara trips over the carpet. Lena raises an eyebrow.

"You're--you're not--you're not on the naughty list!" Kara splutters. Half of Lena's mouth rises like she's trying not to smile. "And don't question my best friend powers! I know when you haven't been eating."

"Sees you when you're sleeping, huh?"

"Oh shut up," Kara mutters, face red and shoving at Lena, who's smiling in full now. "We all know you don't sleep, and that's next on my list of things to fix."

"So many dirty responses to that line I will keep to myself," Lena says on the inhale, and Kara closes her eyes as they sit down on the couch, praying for either patience or something stronger. She opens her eyes to see Lena biting down on both her lips to keep her mouth shut on all the words she knows will render Kara speechless for a full thirty seconds. "Okay," Lena says, handing Kara a container and picking up her own. "Talk to me, what's the latest article?"

Kara waits for Lena to start eating before launching into her latest about the faulty bridge. Lena raises her eyebrows appreciatively. "Nice, Miss Ace Reporter." Kara blushes. "Where'd you get the idea?"

Kara shrugs, not sure how to respond without giving herself away. "I was just chatting with Winn about some cool new building going up on the South Side, you know, and he mentioned how old some of the stuff in the city is, despite it being overall much newer than places on the East Coast. I got interested. Figured there was a story in there somewhere."

Lena smiles like she knows something as she pokes at her dish in a way that reminds Kara strangely of Dr. Kieran last night. "I'm very impressed, Miss Danvers. Better it's you raking the muck than someone who'd rather just blow it all up to get attention drawn, right?"

Kara's smile is a little held back in guilt this time. It's funny that Lena would phrase it like that.

#mac and cheese and heroism #supergirl headcanons #supercorp #ok while we're at it #i'd like to share some of the things i think Lena would have wanted to say in response to the you don't sleep enough line #and how precisely do you plan to fix that?#i don't sleep because i'm thinking of you you know #if you wanted to have a sleepover all you had to do was ask *winks*#so you're gonna fix me up? with who? you?#maybe i don't sleep because no one's tired me out yet #if you'd like to give it a shot #maybe i have more important people to be doing than sleeping #sorry kara #i mean THINGs to be doing #what OTHER things do you have on your list?#sorry just imagining Kara trip over each one of these was a good time

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swashbucklery · 6 years

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So I’ve been chatting with @falsealarm for the last little while about a dumb idea I have for the end of Supergirl S3 and I’d like to stress that this has zero basis in any kind of analysis of the plot or mythology or narrative structure BUT it makes me very happy, so here we are.

So imagine first of all, that Lena figures out a way to save Sam. Using, IDK what - magic science juice that she engineers in her absurd, WHIMS-non compliant lab gear, that magic Kryptonian flower Kara’s mom gave her, the power of friendship, whatever. Something. And maybe as she does so, she ends up splitting Sam and Reign apart, rather than simply preserving Sam and sending Reign into the ether or wherever it is naughty aliens go when they’re not possessing people.

So Sam is FINE.

(Of course she is. She was always gonna be fine, and she was always going to be there for her Ruby and maybe she lowkey starts dating Alex after a few months and maybe Ruby and Kara engineer it in a Parent Trap-style caper, MAYBE, I’m not invested in it much.)

But now there is a Reign.

And yeah yeah, I guess we could have it be that Kara kills her or whatever but that’s kind of upsetting to think about. So instead, I give you: Reign lives.

Reign lives, and for a while she just kind of languishes in DEO prison. She can’t - the police aren’t able to give her a trial, and it’s not convenient for Lena to keep her at the lab forever, and so the DEO borrows Lena’s tech and takes her in.

Reign lives and she goes to jail and she actually like. Stays there.

Which is weird.

Kara’s tested that prison herself; if a Kryptonian was really determined, there’s a good chance it wouldn’t hold. But - it’s like Reign isn’t even trying.

Kara visits a lot, those first few weeks. Trying to be sweet, trying to be tough, trying to get Reign to tell her what she’s thinking and failing every time.

Lena visits less often. Now that Sam is safe, she doesn’t have a lot of interest in spending a ton of time with the monster who wore her best friend’s face.

At least, that’s what she tells the guard when she checks in for her visit; the third one in as many weeks. It’s the first visit where she doesn’t have an agenda, a specific hypothesis to test.

Reign sits there on the other side of the glass. She looks smaller now, softer without her makeup and her suit. The DEO has given her standard-issue clothing, a pair of soft grey pants and a shirt so big that it seems to swallow Reign right up.

They talk. About Lena’s week, mostly. There’s a new project she’s been working on - Reign saw the prototypes while she was being held there, admitted even then that she was impressed, in between all the threats. They talk about Reign’s week, a little. And somehow, through the course of their hour together, Lena - she doesn’t have fun.

But she doesn’t not have fun.

Maybe she comes by again the week after.

Maybe again the week after that.

Maybe a few months pass, and Lena’s starting to feel a little bit bad for Reign. Not that she - there’s no excuse. There’s never going to be an excuse, for how much damage she did. But - well. Lena’s always been a sucker for a redemption story.

It starts with a book. Then a magazine. Then Lena sitting down with Supergirl in a windowless interrogation room, like she’s Reign’s lawyer, suggesting that she be allowed to have some clothes of her own.

The look is Supergirl’s idea, in a way.

She’s the one who looks at Reign and suggests that if she’s going to go out, she’ll need to think about some sort of disguise. That people might find it odd to see someone else walking around with Sam’s face. Reign gives her a knowing look - like maybe she’s figured out a secret about Supergirl - and grins, makes a joke about getting a different haircut.

Three days later, Lena visits her again and she’s got her hair shaved at the back of her head, an undercut going all the way up the sides and the remainder of her hair twisted into a bun on top. She doesn’t find it attractive, or anything. But she does notice it, thinks idly about how Sam would look cute with hair like that and there’s no harm in just thinking things like that.

She goes out on a day pass, with Lena.

She’s wearing a Kryptonite tracking bracelet - my leash she calls it and she’s not wrong. It’s wired to a kill switch on Lena’s person, with a backup system at the DEO.

They go to the mall.

Reign spends fifty dollars in Hot Topic while Lena stands there in between a shelf full of hair dye and a rack of spiked body jewelry and she’d swear the time Reign spends picking out t-shirts is directly proportionate to how uncomfortable Lena feels. “What,” Reign - Rey, she’s going by that now, trying to pick a name that sounds sort-of human - asks, head tilted. “What is a Slytherin. Do I wish to be proud of that?”

“It’s perfect for you,” Lena replies.

Reign makes a face, but she adds the t-shirt to the collection draped over her arm, the stylized snake looking at Lena, mocking.

Somewhere along the line, Lena and Rey become something like friends.

(Somewhere along the line is hand waving too much, making it sound like an accident. Rey was Lena’s friend the day Lena decided to teach her to play chess, and they both know it.)

Somewhere further into the future - and here’s where things truly do get murky - they end up being something more than that.

It’s not - Rey isn’t Lena’s girlfriend or anything like that. She’s not Lena’s best friend; those spaces are reserved for Sam and Kara and the relationship she has with Rey is nothing like that.

It’s somewhere in the grey between the two. It’s Lena watching while Rey comes back from training with Supergirl, exhausted and angry and holding it in, forcing herself to be patient. It’s Rey dragging Lena to the local Asian grocery, because she’s discovered a whole new group of foods and she wants to share it with somebody.

(It’s Lena pretending not to notice the way Rey’s fingers are looped around her wrist, while they stand together under the fluorescent lights and Rey tries to explain shrimp-flavoured rice chips, while Lena tries to describe a shrimp to someone from another world.)

It’s Rey inviting Lena to brunch, in the Slytherin Pride t-shirt that she still doesn’t fully understand and her undercut and a pair of Lena’s old jeans, and Lena feeling something warm twist in her chest that she hasn’t felt in months.

#tagfic #my fic #i don’t know what to do with these feelings #so now i guess you have to deal with them #ot3: lena luthor and her two best friends with secret identities #lena luthor: quiet wealthy surly housecat #and her formerly-evil space gf #supergirl spoilers #supergirl #cw dcu feelings

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kpopfanfictrash · 6 years

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Blackjack (IV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex... with a detachable sink hose - look, idk; descriptions of past abuse)

Warning: physical abuse

Word Count: 7,721

Summary: Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?

It is as though the world slows, or perhaps only you do.

Jungkook stares, piecing together the strands you have shown him. You remember what you said the morning after sleeping together – you said Lena did not know everything about you, that no one did. You remember what you told Lena about wanting to protect Jungkook from harm. In the mafia, there is a strict code to be followed: women are protected by the men who love them. Of course, this rule exists in varying degrees and forms throughout the families– in the Vine and likely in Bangtan, the rule applies to both genders.

What it means though, is that sleeping with another member’s sister, their wife or their daughter are all considered unpardonable offenses. The member who is ‘wronged’ has full liberty (sometimes, they are even encouraged) to seek revenge – whatever the word means to them. Thievery, violence, blackmail – even death. All are acceptable under the martial law of mafias. Even being removed from the Vine, even having disappeared all those years ago – if your brother ever found out and discovered you with Jungkook, he would be at full liberty to seek Jungkook’s death.

Jungkook does not react for a moment. He goes still, grip tight on your waist. After a long minute, his expression softens. Leaning forward, he stops an inch away from your face.

“And?” he whispers.

Eyes widening, you find yourself confused by his lack of response. “And?” you repeat. “He’ll kill you, Jungkook.”

Eyes narrowing, Jungkook smirks. “He can try.”

“Right. He will try,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt and I...” Hesitant, you look down. “I don’t want my brother to be hurt, either.”

At this, Jungkook becomes gentler. “I know. But,” he says, sliding his hands to your hair. “If your brother is a member of the Vine, how has he not found us already?”

Swallowing, you try to ignore how close he is right now. Jungkook’s eyes are burning, piercing and each time you try to speak, the words stick in your throat. “I ran,” you admit. The walls of your apartment are thin here, and you do not know who might be listening. “When I turned eighteen, I changed my name and I ran. They haven’t found me – or at least,” you say, shaping your fears into words. “I don’t know if they’ve found me.”

Looking past, Jungkook stares at the rain. “I haven’t noticed anything unusual,” he mutters, though he hesitates. “But I can’t say I’ve been entirely… focused, as of late.”

Hands slipping further into your hair, he steps closer. Bending his head, Jungkook stops with his lips a centimeter above yours.

“It’s not safe, Jungkook,” you whisper. “I’m not safe.”

Jungkook seems slightly amused. “And I am?” he asks, fingers pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Am I,” he exhales, brushing his lips to your neck, “safe? Is that what you think of me?”

Shivering, your hands rise to wrap around his waist. Jungkook presses kisses to your skin, moving you backwards until your hips hit the counter. “Jungkook,” you groan, eyelids shutting. “Stop.”

He obeys, pulling back to look at you. “Tell me,” Jungkook demands quietly. “Is that all?”

“Is... what all,” you blink, unsure what he is asking. “What do you mean?”

“Is that all?” Jungkook leans forward until his hands find the counter. “Your brother is a part of the Vine, you ran when you were young. If they find out about us, they'll try and kill me. Is that all?”

Staring back, you manage a nod. “Yes. Is that not enough?”

Jungkook merely arches a brow. “I hear you. I understand what you’re saying. Hear me then, when I say I don’t care. Hear me,” he interrupts, seeing your face, “when I say your family doesn’t dictate who you are. Only you do. The Vine is dangerous. My being with you is dangerous. But Y/N,” Jungkook says, softening. “Life is dangerous. People are lying who say otherwise. Life is struggle, life is hardship, life is pain. All of it intermixed with fun, joy, love. There are always obstacles, always things to overcome – but that doesn’t make the good things less valid.”

At this, you hesitate. You have spent so long on the run, so long in hiding that it is difficult to imagine another way. For some reason, you remember the little girl behind the table. You remember the girl who hid in her home, unable to fight. You are not that girl anymore. You are older, stronger and perhaps it is time you stopped running.

Realizing this, your grip tightens in his t-shirt. Jungkook smiles, inhaling sharply when you press your lips against his. The first kiss is soft, tentative – somehow, it feels like the very first one. The kiss is a confirmation, an answer to something he asked.

You want him. He wants you.

Jungkook’s body presses closer, hands fumbling with the counter behind you. Something falls to the ground – an old magazine, maybe a phone bill – before he bends, grabbing your legs to lift you onto the counter. A groan escapes you, pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist.

His shirt is still damp, sticking to his body while his hands slide up your legs. “Jungkook,” you exhale, playing with the material. “You’re getting me wet.”

“That’s kind of the idea,” he mutters, teeth scraping your neck. “Why is that a problem?”

“Because,” you giggle. Jungkook shifts and nearly falls, attempting to maneuver inside your cramped kitchen. “It’s making you fall all over the place.”

He catches himself quickly, returning his mouth to yours and losing himself in the process. His hands are everywhere – in your hair, on your waist, yanking you closer. Your body molds obediently against his, seeking his touch. Kissing down the side of your neck, Jungkook tugs your shirt with his teeth.

“Maybe,” he gasps, hands groping for the counter, “the problem is that you’re not wet enough.”

When you open your eyes to respond, Jungkook retracts his hand and sprays you with the sink hose. A shriek escapes you, recoiling but he is too fast to avoid. Gasping, you sputter as your eyes widen in shock. Before, you were dressed in a white t-shirt – a description which seems woefully inaccurate now, with the material soaked through.

“Ah.” Jungkook’s thumbs brush peaked nipples over the fabric. “That’s better,” he murmurs. "Are you wet enough now?"

Warmth pools between your thighs. “Fuck off,” you hiss, punching him hard in the arm. "That wasn’t what I meant," you say, but you laugh. It is hard not to, faced with the stupidest grin on his face.

Cocking an eyebrow, Jungkook seems ridiculously pleased with himself. "No?" he asks. You consider smacking the smirk right off him. “What if,” he murmurs, hands drifting over your body. “I make it up to you?”

The word how is on your lips when Jungkook’s fingers slide beneath the waistband of your sweats. Tugging them lower, he removes them entirely and drops them to the floor. You are not wearing underwear and when Jungkook discovers this fact, he exhales. “Naughty,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss to your shoulder. Grabbing your waist, he deposits you close to the edge of the sink. “You should really wear underwear when you have company over, Y/N.”’

“I didn’t invite you – oh, fuck,” your groan, when Jungkook turns on the faucet.

Watching your face, he moves the hose to your body. The noise torn from your lips is embarrassingly breathy. Keeping you still with one hand, his other controls the hose and its movement, slipping it lower to slide over your sex. Water pulses, sliding against you – you gasp when Jungkook finally reaches the nerves between your thighs.

He smiles at your response. “More?” he murmurs, watching you squirm.

With a fervant nod, you push your hips forward. The water streams between your thighs, over the sensitive mound and arching against him, you nod. “Yes,” you whimper, broken. Clutching him tighter, you balance yourself on his arms. “That feels so good, Jungkook – keep going.”

He nods, tugging you forward – his right thumb flicks upward, changing the setting and the water switches to torrent. Kissing you fiercely, Jungkook readjusts the position of the hose underneath you. Water pulses over your clit when he slips a first finger in. Curling inside you, Jungkook withdraws from your body and replaces his finger with water. Suddenly, the pulse is relentless, a punishing rhythm which leaves you gasping against his lips.

“Fuck,” you choke, clutching his arms. “Jungkook, I –”

Legs trembling, you try to keep still – and Jungkook chuckles, pulling away. “You don’t get to come,” he murmurs, sliding your wet t-shirt up on your stomach. “Not until I say so.”

His eyes gleam when you nod. Tonight, you sense Jungkook wants to be in control. The past few weeks have been so full of uncertainty; he need to know you are his, which is something you understand. Nodding again, you spread your legs wider as Jungkook increases the pressure. The water pounds into your body, hitting your g-spot and making you moan. Jungkook kisses you roughly, bringing you to the edge several times before turning off the water completely.

Tossing the hose into the sink, he grabs your hips and lifts you from the counter. Legs wrapping around him, Jungkook walks from the kitchen and into your bathroom – it is a short trip, barely more than a couple of steps.

When Jungkook sets you down, you nearly slip on the tile. His hands catch you quickly, steadying your frame. Grip tightening on your waist, he stares at your breasts through the shirt – then changes his mind, dragging the cloth overhead. When you stand naked before him, he inhales. Jungkook remains fully dressed in everything but his jacket, but there is something enticing about being completely at his mercy. Your heart thumps, seeing how his gaze curves over your skin – he searches, seeks, and still wants for more.

“Spread your legs,” he insists, stepping forward. Obedient, your feet move apart as Jungkook drops to the ground.

When his tongue finds your center, you exhale, fingers sliding into his hair. Jungkook’s hands spread you further, tongue slipping between the slickness of your folds. He traces you gently, sucking your clit between his lips and alternating with kisses – until your knees start to tremble above him. Every inch of your skin feels aflame, every touch of his lips molten and when Jungkook sees you he takes pity, sliding a hand higher to brace you against him. Pulling you close, his tongue flicks lazily against the lower half of your body. You whimper, hands curling into his hair while his tongue continues, merciless below.

His hands are gentle at first – then harder. Jungkook is your anchor, grasping flesh and kneading your ass with his hands. A moan escape when one of his fingers trails lower. Your eyelids flutter, breath shallow – and Jungkook abruptly stands, taking your orgasm with. Eyes flying open, you see his cock hard, straining the front of his pants. Grabbing your hand, Jungkook brings this down to the bulge.

Inhaling sharply, you cup his dick over the fabric. Jungkook groans, lifting his shirt overhead. The muscles of his body flex, tossing this aside. “Jeans,” he mumbles, when you move your hand higher.

Unbuttoning a button, you keep your gaze firmly on him as you move to the next. Finding his zipper, you push the pants past his thighs. Jungkook’s boxers are removed and when his dick springs up, you lower yourself to the ground.

“No,” Jungkook declares, catching your arms to step free of his jeans. “No more teasing, Y/N. I want to be inside you.”

There is little time to respond when he pulls you against him. Kissing you roughly, Jungkook walks the two of you into your bedroom. Breaking away, he disentangles himself long enough to sit on the edge of your bed. He stares at you there, his cock red and hard. “Y/N,” he groans, watching you slowly kneel over him.

Reaching down, you stroke his length with your fingers. Brushing over the tip with your thumb, you try not to moan when it comes back wet with pre-cum.

“Condom?” Jungkook whisper, suddenly urgent.

With a nod, you reach for the bedside table to rip open a packet. Jungkook patiently while you roll it on and then grabs your hips, aligning himself to your core. Teasingly, he pushes in halfway before pulling back out. His cock enters you in slow, easy thrusts – none of which satisfy your ache.

“Jungkook,” you whimper, waiting for him to kiss you.

His hands slide into your hair, pushing his hips against yours. Jungkook’s hands slide to your waist, bracing himself and you whimper, lowering onto his cock. He slides into you easily, your body so wet that the sound is sinful, each time you lower yourself further.

Biting your lip, Jungkook pulls this between teeth and pushes himself upwards. Hands grasping your body, he guides your hips – only to groan, when you pick up the pace. Resting both hands on his chest, you help by lifting and lowering yourself on his cock. Forehead bent to his, you tilt your pelvis so Jungkook finds a deeper angle. Moving harder and faster, Jungkook nearly slips out when you drop up and down on his dick.

“Easy, babe,” Jungkook grunts, grabbing your ass. Leaning back to the headboard, he braces himself. “Here,” he murmurs, lifting you – only to slam his hips upwards. His gaze darkens when your chest bounces at the motion. Fucking you harder, he moves until you gasp above him with pleasure.

When his hand slips between your thighs, you cannot control the noises you make. Jungkook’s fingers start gentle, playing with your clit as you groan. You begin losing control, falling prey to the rhythm of his hips, the subtle sin of his fingers.

Suddenly, Jungkook sits up to pull your chest against his. Helping you along, his fingers continue moving while his cock thrusts inside you – until you come apart, stuttering around his hard, throbbing length. You gasp, doubled forward to bury your face in his neck.

Jungkook catches you gently, pulling you in – and grabbing your hips with his hands, continuing to move until he comes as well. Your legs begin to relax, softening as Jungkook releases into the condom. He swears, biting down your shoulder; following this with a gentle sweep of his lips.

You stay like that for a while. Flushed, spent and sweaty against him.

Jungkook does not try to move. Instead, he holds you, rubbing small circles against your back. “Y/N,” he sighs. Nose brushing your jaw, he pulls back to look at you. “I don’t want to leave.”

You find you do not want him to go. Already though, you feel your fear rising. No one has ever stayed here before. The fear of the Vine, your brother chokes you and it is only the gentle press of his body to yours, the feel of his hands on your skin which alleviates the pain.

“Okay,” you whisper, aware you are agreeing to more. “Stay.”

Jungkook nods, lifting you off. Rolling from bed, he removes his condom and throws this in your trash. When he goes, you lift yourself on your elbows and watch him disappear. It is hard to look away from the motion of his legs and when he returns, you fall flat on your back.

“Why is your butt so great?” you mumble, staring up at the ceiling.

Jungkook laughs, the sound shocked into being. Joining you on the bed, he hands you a washcloth, cleaning gently before setting this aside. Lowering himself to a pillow, Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist to survey your place.

“I like your apartment,” he decides, fingers tracing your skin.

“Well. I like you,” you respond, returning his gaze to yours.

Jungkook smiles. “But Y/N,” he whispers, pulling you close to bury his face in your neck. “You barely know me.”

When you realize he is making fun of you, you shove him – unable to stay mad for long when he wraps his arms tighter. He fake-bites, growling lightly to flop down on his back. For a moment, you watch him like that, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“Can I ask something?” you venture, and Jungkook looks over suspiciously.

“You can,” he nods – but grins. “I might not answer.”

“Why,” you continue as though he has not spoken, “were you dressed as a police officer the night we first met?”

Jungkook stares for a moment and starts to laugh. “Oh, that,” he says. “I was undercover. A dirty cop is selling our information to the Coalition – another mafia – oh, you know that. Right. Anyways, Namjoon wanted to know how much they know about us, where their information is coming from – that kind of thing.”

“I see,” you nod.

Jungkook moves closer. Legs intertwining with yours, he huddles under the sheets.

“So, you’re Bangtan’s spy – more or less.”

Jungkook ponders, then nods. “I suppose. That’s what I used to be for the government.”

At this, you arch a brow. “The government?”

The corner of Jungkook’s mouth lifts. “So much you don’t know about me.”

“Well,” you inhale, rolling your eyes. “Since I told you a secret of mine, tell me one in return. You owe me. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

Pretending to think, Jungkook purses his lips. “I hate cheese whiz. It’s not,” he says, brows furrowed, “cheese. I’m very passionate on the subject.”

A soft laugh escapes, poking his chest. “Fuck,” you complain, poking him harder. “That is a lot of muscle. But – seriously, cheese whiz?” you say, not one to be deterred. “That’s it, that’s your big secret?”

Jungkook laughs, quieting the longer he thinks about it. Finally, he exhales. “I’m an orphan,” he states. He says so simply, without much fanfare. “My orphanage was raided for mistreatment, which is how the government found me at all. I don’t know if you noticed,” he says, shifting on top of the bed.

When he turns – the moonlight hits the curve of his shoulder.

Before, you noticed Jungkook’s scars but you did not think much about them. There were so many, you considered them a part of his job. This was insensitive, you realize, given the source of your own. Now, you reach out to brush over his skin. The longest scar is obvious, puckered from shoulder to waist. The line is thick, badly healed – as though Jungkook did not have the resources to mend at the time.

“Will you tell me about it?” you ask quietly.

Jungkook pauses a moment before rolling to face you. His gaze is dark in the moonlight. “It was given to me by our matron,” he says. “I blabbed about the condition of the orphanage on an adoption interview – she punished me with the scar and we were raided the month following. The government saved me, placed me in a special program for children similar to me. I later found out they were turning a blind eye to similar orphanages and left. I became a vigilante of sorts, struck out where I could until finding Namjoon. Actually,” Jungkook admits, half-smiling. “Yoongi was the one who found me. I was under his surveillance, long before he showed up at my door. When he visited, he didn’t even speak. He just handed me a list of all my bank accounts, all my passwords from the past ten years, along with my social security number – I accepted the meeting with Namjoon the following day. Since then...” Jungkook shrugs. “I’ve worked for Bangtan.”

You don’t respond at first. Taking this all in, you observe Jungkook for a moment. For someone so young, he has dealt with a lot of deception. It would make sense then, that he does not like, nor trust the law. Inching closer, you trace a different scar on his chest. The line of this one is long, moving lower until – Jungkook grabs your hand.

“Uh-uh,” he chuckles, nuzzling your neck with his lips. “Already? You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

Smiling, you wrap yourself gently around him. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“I think,” he exhales, giving you a pointed look. “You do.”

His words are soft, not important in content but in meaning. His voice is intimate, as though he cares. The way he stares is important as well, since no one has looked at you with such open sincerity before. Here Jungkook is, saying things he has likely never told anyone and asking to know these things about you, in return.

“My father died when I was young,” you say suddenly. “He died when we were young, and my mother never recovered. The man after, he was abusive. He was part of the Vine and he liked to hurt my brother and I – my brother joined the Vine to fight back at him. I ended up leaving the Vine. Leaving him the moment I turned eighteen.”

Jungkook’s chest rises and falls beneath the sheets. “Is he...” Jungkook falters, struggling to control his obvious anger. “The man who hurt you – is he still a part of the Vine?”

With a shrug, you try not to show how much the thought bothers you. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I’m not even sure if my brother is alive, or what position he holds. I like to think he still is.”

Inhaling softly, Jungkook looks at your sheets. “We will have to be careful,” he agrees, echoing what you said earlier. “I’ll talk to Namjoon in the morning and see what he thinks about how to proceed.”

“No,” you blurt, clutching his waist. Jungkook looks up, surprised. “I don’t want anyone to know,” you say. “Not Namjoon, not anyone – it’s not safe for them, Jungkook. Please.”

Staring, Jungkook’s brow lowers. “But Y/N,” he responds. “This might be the only way to protect you – it might be the only way to protect us. I trust Namjoon, I really do. If Namjoon helps, we’d have the entirety of Bangtan behind us.”

Body tense, you immediately understand what Jungkook means by this statement. Having Bangtan’s protection would be a formal declaration. It would mean you belong to Bangtan, mean you are a part of them – and it would mean the Vine has no claim on you anymore. They would likely fight it; your brother would definitely fight it.

“I belonged to them once,” you say to him softly, a reminder. “I once was a part of the Vine, which means I am technically your enemy.”

Jungkook’s gaze turns determined. “Not if you don’t want to be,” he says simply. “Not if I vouch for you, and I will – so long as you want that. I would never force you into Bangtan’s protection, Y/N. I just want you to be safe.”

When he pauses, the air between you is heavy – there is emotion, along with something else. An odd sort of hesitancy exists, as Jungkook lays himself bare. He holds his feelings out and waits for your response. Staring back at him, you feel something crumble inside your chest. The look he gives is deafening and, unable to stop yourself, your curl into his torso. Pressing closer, you rest your cheek on his chest.

“What if,” you whisper, brushing a kiss to his skin, his scars. “We both protect each other?”

Nodding, Jungkook’s chin brushes the top of your head. “I can live with that.”

“Good,” you murmur, looking up – breath hitching, his lips find yours. He kisses you softly, gently before pulling away.

With a yawn, Jungkook settles onto his side. Arms tightening around you, he pulls you into him. “I’m not tired,” he mumbles, already half-asleep. “Tell me another truth.”

“You might not be tired, but I am,” you whisper, barely getting the words out before your head hits the pillow.

The night passes in this way; your body, soul and thoughts entwined with his. For the first time in over a week, you do not dream.

In the morning, you are woken by a phone call.

The shrill ringing pierces the silence, following by vibrating on top of your nightstand. Jungkook moves sleepily, nearly squishing you as he rolls on top. “Hey,” you gasp, jerked awake by his weight. “Jungkook!”

“Morning,” he grins, grabbing his phone and brushing your nose with his.

“You’re squishing me,” you mumble, squirming until Jungkook props himself up on one elbow.

“Hello?” he answers. Instantly, his expression changes at the voice on the other end of the line. “What’s wrong?” he demands, voice lowering.

Whoever it is, they speak quietly. Their words are barely more than a whisper, but Jungkook hears exactly what they are saying. “Understood,” Jungkook mutters, body tense. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

At this, your stomach sinks with disappointment. You were looking forward to spending the morning in bed. Maybe making breakfast, lounging around in your apartment, continuing more of what happened last night.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, all traces of laughter disappearing. It appears the conversation is not over. Rolling out of bed, the sudden departure of his weight is disconcerting. Sitting up, you wrap the sheets tighter. “No,” Jungkook mutters, facing the window. A long pause follows, where Jungkook listens and does not speak. Then, “And what if I say no?”

You do not hear the response, but whatever it is – Jungkook does not seem pleased by it.

“Fine,” he agrees, clearly not okay with the situation. “Fine – but you owe me. You owe me big.”

Jungkook hangs up. Tossing the phone away, he turns to meet your gaze. For some people, standing naked might be comical but for Jungkook, it only makes him that much more intimidating – he seems comfortable, scars and all. Running a hand through his hair, he also seems agitated.

“Who was that?” you ask, finding your voice. “Who was on the phone?”

“Namjoon.” Jungkook struggles to keep his tone light. “He asked me to come in this morning.”

“O-kay.” You nod, not understanding why he is upset. This can hardly be the first time Namjoon has called him in early. “Is that all?”

“No,” Jungkook admits. Walking closer, his expression remains inscrutable. “He wants you to come in, too.”

“Me?” You blink, taken aback. “But why?”

“He wouldn’t say,” Jungkook says – the longer he stands there, the more uncertain he seems. “He said I needed to come in and that you needed to come with. That’s all.”

“I,” you stutter. Mind reeling, you recognize history repeating itself – you wonder, when you became a twisted version of your mother. Without a second thought, you invited a dangerous criminal into your home, let him into your bed. One who could ruin you at any moment – you let yourself think you meant something to him, only for him to turn you in to his boss.

Jungkook must see your shock, since he moves swiftly forward. Lowering himself to the mattress, he cups your face with both hands. “Hey,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to come. Namjoon can fuck off, as far as I’m concerned – he doesn’t own me. He doesn’t own you.”

Breath quieting, you struggle to remain calm. “Jungkook,” you sigh, pushing his hands away from your body. “These are dangerous men – stop trying to pretend that they’re not.”

“Yes, but I’m also dangerous.” Jungkook flashes a smile, only to sober. “I know, Y/N. I know that they are. I’ve been in this world a long time. But,” he hesitates. "The one thing I will say, is that Namjoon is smart. He’s intelligent, strategic and if he wants to talk – it might be in your best interest to listen.”

“My best interest?” you say, fierce. “Because the other option is he’ll hurt me, is that it?”

“No, no,” Jungkook says, hands encircling your wrists. Quickly, he lets go. “Nothing like that. I’m not doing a good job of explaining. All I meant was that if Namjoon wanted you dead, you would be already.”

You stare back at him. “Gee, what good news.”

Jungkook looks up at the ceiling. “The fact that he wants to talk in person – he has information to give us. Information that needs to be delivered face to face.”

Despite your self-preservational instincts, curiosity crosses your spine. “What kind of information?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook says, looking down. “He wouldn’t explain over the phone. Yoongi probably thinks I’m being tapped. Y/N,” he exhales, hands finding yours. “I trust Namjoon completely. He won’t hurt you, I’m sure of it.”

“How can you be so sure,” you say softly. “I don’t trust him, nor anyone like him.”

Bowing his head, Jungkook considers your bedspread. “That’s fair. Let me ask you this, though – do you trust me?” he murmurs, awaiting the answer.

You take a moment to consider. Staring at his dark crown of hair, you slide your fingers under his chin.

“Yes,” you exhale, lifting his gaze to yours. The answer is true – no matter how ill-advised, how idiotic it sounds – you trust him. “I trust you.”

“Then,” Jungkook inhales. “I will vouch for him, if you’ll trust me.”

After a long moment, you nod. The weight of it is heavy, as though sealing your fate, but you cannot deny you are curious. You want to know what Namjoon wants.

“Just,” you hesitate, as Jungkook pulls away. “Know it only takes one betrayal to lose a person’s trust.”

Jungkook’s gaze darkens, and you wonder what he remembers. “I know,” he states, looking down at your hands. “I know.”

The room is quiet until you stand, sheet falling from your waist to walk into your bathroom. “Get ready,” you call, tossing Jungkook’s pants from the hall. He starts, moving to stand from your bed. “It’s probably important to look your best when meeting the head of a mafia.”

“That so?” Jungkook feigns surprise, eyes wide. “Golly.”

“Yes,” you say, ducking into the bathroom. “So, go put on some pants and tuck your penis away.”

An hour later, Jungkook pulls up outside an unmarked building. He hesitates in the car, placing it in park and turning your way. “This is it,” he warns. “You don’t have to do this, Y/N – despite Namjoon’s threatening tone, you don’t have to go in.”

Rolling your eyes, you unbuckle your seat belt. “Let’s just get this over with, so I can go home and eat lunch.”

“So, we can go,” Jungkook corrects, grinning. Leaning over the console, he breifly captures your lips with his. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

Cheeks furiously heated, you pull back. “Save it for later, Jeon,” you demand, briskly leaving the car.

He laughs, following and slamming the door shut behind him. Squinting up at the sun, Jungkook’s gaze sweeps the area – you wonder what he looks for until a silver-haired man walks from a building.

The door bangs shut behind him, loud in the otherwise silence.

“Morning,” Yoongi calls, tossing a small black box at Jungkook. The tech of Bangtan is dressed casually, in a sweater and jeans – although to you, Yoongi always seems to have the air of a businessman. Before he belonged to Bangtan, you have no idea what Yoongi did – likely, this is purposeful on Yoongi’s design. “You know the drill,” he drawls, looking at Jungkook.

Grabbing the box, Jungkook turns to face you. “Arms out,” he instructs, and you do so. Raising your wrists, you hold them parallel for Jungkook to scan over your torso. Your arms, chest and legs are similarly covered in clinical movements, while Yoongi watches.

His gaze flickers, but no emotion shows through. Yoongi watches impassively, ensuring you carry no weaponry, no metal of any kind – he smiles when Jungkook nods, clicking the device off.

“Done,” he announces, tossing it back to Yoongi. “We good, here?”

Yoongi nods, turning around. “Follow me,” he says, walking away.

Looking to you, Jungkook motions you follow. He locks the car as you leave, his shadow catching up to you easily. Leaning in, he whispers, “You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to.”

You nod. “I know.”

Jungkook’s hand finds yours, interlacing. “Not that you can’t speak. You can, if you want to,” he adds.

Glancing at him, you fight back a smile. “I know that, too.”

When you look forward, you feel grateful you took the time to dress. Black jeans, combat boots and a brown suede jacket. Sometimes, looking the part is enough to make you believe it. Clothing is similar to armor in a way; it is a means of blending in, when you have lost all control.

Jungkook’s grip tightens as you enter the building. The hallway is chilly and small, with just enough space to walk beside Jungkook. Yoongi does not look back as he enters, continuing to face forward. You note his eyes continue to move. His fingers constantly twitch, in a constant state of observance – almost trance-like in his intensity. You realize it would be difficult to slip anything past him.

Two large men stand at the end of the hall – seeing them, you shrink in on yourself. You remember men like these, remember them visiting your mother and remember hiding behind couches until you were certain they were gone. The two men seem to recognize Yoongi; Jungkook, as well. They step quickly aside.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” Yoongi says, walking past. He is shorter than the men – much shorter, but both of them seem scared when he passes.

The one on the right glances at Yoongi’s hands – and you understand their nervousness, seeing his phone. It hangs loose from his grasp in a non-threatening gesture but to Yoongi, this is a stance of attack. Walking into the room, he flashes a smile and blends into the shadows. Melting off to the side, he slinks out of view and sits down.

Before you are two rows of three chairs; six in total. The seventh chair is at the front of the room, although you do not look there yet. Six of the chairs before you are full. The last one is empty – a seat situated directly to the left of the Head. The chair must be Jungkook’s, since the man seated behind the desk is none other than Kim Namjoon.

Walking forward, you fight to keep your gaze steady. You have only seen Namjoon once prior, and never have you spoken. He has always remained aloof, which is how he intends it to be: fear can be a powerful motivator. Namjoon stays seated as you enter, feet flat to the floor and palms flat on the table.

He watches you walk. For some reason, you get the feeling Namjoon is always watching. Not in the same way as Yoongi, though. Yoongi watches out of boredom, watches just to observe. Yoongi does not truly care what he sees, all he wants is to know things.

Namjoon seeks to understand. Each visual is a data point and you know he is intelligent enough to string the answers together. His gaze is unnerving and you begin to understand why he commands such respect. Coming to a stop before him, you realize you have yet to observe the rest of the room. The remaining chairs hold – from right to left – Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin. Such is the respect Namjoon commands that you did not notice them until now.

All in one motion, he stands. Smoothing an immaculate tie, Namjoon gestures for Jungkook to shut the door. Jungkook obeys, which surprises you, but when he returns he laces his hand in yours. The gesture presents you as a united front. Trying not to flinch, you notice Jimin staring. He frowns at your hands, before turning to Namjoon.

Namjoon does not react, merely inclines his head. “Welcome,” he allows. “Thank you for coming, Y/N. It shows a great deal of trust on your part.”

“Some would say foolishly so,” Taehyung adds – when you swivel to face him, he winks. “Hey, Y/N,” he grins. “How do I look today? Pretty?”

When you grimace, you see Jungkook arch a brow. “Pretty?” he murmurs, leaning towards you.

Shrugging, you manage to avoid his gaze. “So, sue me,” you whisper. “He is.”

Facing forward, Jungkook clamps his lips together. It appears as though he tries hard not to laugh – until Namjoon sighs at the front. “I’d ask everyone to be seated,” he muses, waving a hand, “but it seems we only have seven seats.”

“Well,” Seokjin sighs, filled with frustration. “If I had been given proper notice, I would have spoken to facilities and arranged for more. As it is,” he exhales, waving a hand. “You woke me from my sleep thirty minutes ago.”

For the first time since sitting, Yoongi looks up from his phone. “What the hell?” he asks, clearly appalled. “It’s almost eleven ’o’clock in the morning.”

Seokjin stares back in challenge. “Some of us,” he sniffs, “sleep for a full eight hours. It’s how we maintain our status as the best-looking.”

“Uh.” Taehyung raises a hand. “About that. I’d like Y/N to weigh in on the question of who’s the best-looking.”

“Jungkook,” you say, automatic and six heads turn to face you. Jungkook does not react, except to smile. “Jungkook is the prettiest.”

At the front of the room, Namjoon groans. “That’s enough,” he says, waiting for the room to fall silent. “Squabbling isn’t why we’re here. Besides,” he adds, glancing at Seokjin and arching a brow. “I rather think power is the most attractive quality, no?”

Seokjin looks up at the ceiling. “There’s no power section in the Miss Universe pageant, Namjoon. That’s all I have to say.”

Namjoon’s lip twitches, leaning forward to counter. While the two of them bicker, you look at the rest of the room. Yoongi and Jimin sit closest to you and the doors. Yoongi clearly does not pay attention, staring at his phone and scrolling aimlessly through. Jimin is exactly the opposite – he watches you closely, staring between you and Jungkook with obvious concern. His stance is lazy, legs spread and one hand on his knee. He seems almost angry, but that does not make sense. You have done nothing to offend him – but then Taehyung moves, drawing your attention to him.

Hoseok and Taehyung sit across from one another and both of them look steadily at you. Hoseok is silent, leaning forward with both hands steepled under his chin. He observes you calmly, calculatingly; sizing you up in order to determine the level of threat you pose – Hoseok would be the one to restrain you, should it come to that. Taehyung sits opposite him, both in stance and in manner. He remains confident, overly so; his grin only widens when you roll your eyes at him and move on.

Seokjin is the last member you see, seated across from Jungkook’s empty chair. He watches you silently, almost like Hoseok. Unlike the former though, his expression is unreadable. His dark hair is styled perfectly back from his face and despite what you said about Jungkook, Seokjin is truly the prettiest in Bangtan. This is all a part of his game, though. Seokjin exists to lure others in, to make them forget themselves – to lull you into a false sense of security and get you to tell him everything. Then, he will crush you.

Seokjin smiles, rather unsettlingly before Namjoon cuts in.

“I apologize for the early morning meeting. It was unavoidable.” Here Namjoon pauses, tilting his head. “I received information earlier this morning from Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi raises a hand, continuing on with his phone.

Jungkook looks at him sharply. “What kind of information?” he asks, grip tightening on yours.

Namjoon’s gaze drifts to his. “Normally,” he murmurs, quiet. “I do not care who my members date.” Despite the content of this statement, there exists no malice in Namjoon’s tone. “So long as the relationship does not put my members, my organization at risk – I do not care who, or when they date.”

Taking a half-step forward, Jungkook shields you from view. “What,” he demands, voice low and dangerous, “is this, Namjoon? You swore she wouldn’t be hurt. You swore it.”

If you hadn’t been paying attention, you would have missed it. The second Jungkook steps, the others react. The movement is small, slight – but Hoseok and Taehyung pull back. This has happened before; Jungkook and Namjoon have fought and from the way the others react – it is not a pretty sight.

Namjoon nods, curt. “I did say that. I meant it. It’s only,” he exhales – and for a moment, Namjoon seems tired. “I need to know you want this. Need to know you choose Y/N because if you do, there will be certain consequences which follow. We will need to deal with them, as they arrive.”

Jungkook does not react. “This is my decision,” he states, absolute. Then he looks at you. “This is your chance,” he says. “You can leave now, if you wish. No one here would stop you.”

The words are soft, but resigned. Glancing around the circle, you find that no one contradicts him. Returning to Jungkook’s gaze, you silently nod – you do not trust yourself to speak at the moment. There is not really a choice for you, not anymore.

The moment you agreed to come here, you knew what you were agreeing to.

Namjoon nods, seconding Jungkook’s motion. “Then it is done,” he declares. “We accept, we move forward.”

“Hang on,” Hoseok interrupts, leaning in. He glances from Namjoon to Yoongi. “What kind of information was intercepted? What consequences are you referring to? Is Y/N,” Hoseok says, upper lip curling, “a spy? Does she work for the police? What the hell did Jungkook sign us up for?”

Jungkook’s answering laugh is soft, dangerous. Hoseok’s eyes widen when Jungkook crosses the room and places a hand on his chair. “Do you really think,” he murmurs, words silken. “I wouldn’t know if Y/N were a cop?”

Hoseok’s gaze narrows, about to respond when Namjoon interrupts.

“There’s been a hit,” he responds, bored. He watches the entire room freeze, regaining their attention. “There has been a hit issued on Jungkook’s head.”

Slowly, Jungkook straightens. Glancing at you, his face remains drawn. “What for?” he queries, although you both know the reason.

Namjoon exhales. “It appears Y/N is rather well-known within the Vine. They saw her leaving our club and recognized her with you. A hit has been ordered for violating one of their women.”

When he says this, you bristle. “I am not,” you hiss, finding your voice, “one of their women.”

Namjoon’s gaze brightens, curious. “I understand. The facts remain though, that a hit has been ordered on a member of Bangtan. What I do not understand though, is why.”

When Jungkook looks at you, you nod.

“Her brother,” he explains, facing forward. “Her brother is a member of the Vine. Y/N ran from them when she was younger – but it appears they have found her. I wish to offer her my protection.”

Namjoon exhales, as though he feared it would come to this. “A bold offering,” he says softly. “Does Y/N wish for our protection, in return?”

Meeting Namjoon’s gaze, you are surprised by what you see there. He does not seem surprised, though you imagine it would take a lot to surprise a man like him. Rather, he seems resigned; as though he has already mapped out this chess game in his head and this is merely the first move.

Rather than give off an impression of weakness, you lift your chin. “I do,” you say.

The moment you speak, Seokjin nods. “I offer.”

Hoseok follows suit. “I do, too.”

“I offer,” Taehyung nods, oddly solemn.

It is surprising to you, how fast they agree – glancing at Jungkook, you begin to grasp the respect he commands.

Now, there are just Yoongi and Jimin. Yoongi glances up from his phone, scanning your frame. “The messages I received said nothing about Y/N being a spy. There is little data to support that conclusion. I offer her my protection as well.”

A tiny, bubble of hope swells within your chest – as all eyes turn to Jimin.

Jimin stares back, unreadable. “Your brother is a part of the Vine?” he asks, voice low. Jimin tilts his head to one side. “What is his name?”

You blink, about to answer when Jungkook steps in between you. “I do not think,” he states, holding Jimin’s gaze. “That is applicable. Not for this conversation.”

Jimin’s lips tighten, unsaid words passing between them. After a long moment of silence, he nods. The gesture is curt, before sinking even lower. “Fine – I offer Y/N my protection, as well.”

Namjoon exhales, relief clear on his face. “Then it is done. We offer Y/N our full protection as Bangtan – she will be inducted within the month.” Smiling grimly, Namjoon lowers his hand to the table. “Welcome to the family, Y/N.”

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Dirty Talk

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Here’s my V-day gift for the Meihem V-day exchange (put together by the ever awesome @meihemfanbook :D)

Title: Dirty Talk Wordcount: ~3161 Pairing: Meihem (Junkrat/Mei) Summary: Mei has never really been with someone like Junkrat before and she could definitely define her sexual like ‘vanilla’ before she started dating him. Now, after hearing him try his best to impress her, how can she not give him a little of what he wants? Notes: I normally don’t do dirty talk (in fiction or real life lolol) but this was SO much fun :D This takes place in the same universe as my Overwatch fanfic (Scraps of Starlight, on AO3) but def during later chapters (later as in, currently unposted chapters haha). I hope you like this! Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, that’s mostly it

“Doowee shoe zang wa...Dweeee shuuuu zang way?” Jamison mumbled the foreign words to himself before he grunted.

His tongue, so used to wrapping around australian lingo and slang just wouldn’t cooperate when it came to these chinese words. He loved the sound of them, especially coming from Mei’s mouth, but he wasn’t one to learn foreign languages. Well, there was that one time for Chinese New Year, in order to impress Mei, but she had giggled and spent time correcting his pronunciation before she’d let him say it to anyone else.

Her mouth just flowed with it came to anything coming out of it. Chinese, English, moans of pleasure--his mind couldn’t let go of her lips. The way she smiled, the way she pouted, even that cute way she poofed out her cheeks when she was annoyed with him.

Now, he wanted her to do a little more. Hence why he was trying to learn this chinese phrase. According to the internet--the ever helpful and mostly trustworthy--he was trying to learn to say ‘Talk dirty to me’ in chinese.

In the bedroom, Mei was hot, Mei was needy and exhausting (both in the best of ways), but if there was one thing Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes had always fantasized about, it was Mei’s perfect pouty lips saying something dirty to him. Cursing was a start, and her moans were already nearly enough to make him cream his shorts, especially when they’d been apart for a long while on a mission or something, but what Jamie was aiming for was something a bit more naughty.

“D...Dooooooeeeeeyy? No, no...Dooowooo sho? Dooowooo shun? C’mon, rat, it's just some stupid words…”

“Jamison?”

Jamie froze and glanced up from his workbench, where he had a small computer open the words, but his focus was completely away from everything and on the beautiful full-figured woman who was standing in the doorway of his workshop.

“‘Ello, Mei,” Jamie grinned, giddy at the sight of his snowflake. Her usual heavy coat and pants had been shed, thanks mostly to the heat of the Gibraltar summer and now she wore skin-tight capris--the women of Overwatch mostly called them leggings--and an oversized tank top with her sports bra peeking from near her armpits and where her tank top plunged down at the neckline.

“What are you doing in here?” She asked almost innocently, her body leaning against the doorway while she crossed her arms playfully.

“Oh, y’know, stuff,” Jamie giggled and twisted back and forth in his chair with childish delight; did he have his pronunciation down pat? Hell no. Was he going to do it anyway? You bet your bombs.

He stood and waltzed over to the woman--or tried to waltz; if there was anything could be said about Jamison Fawkes, it would never be that he was graceful, especially not with one leg missing--and leaned his elbow against the wall over her head. He put on what he hoped was the sexiest smile she had ever seen (she wasn’t laughing yet, that was a good sign) and opened his mouth to say the four words he had been trying to learn for hours-

Mei’s mouth was on his in a moment and Jamie blinked in surprise before he leaned down to make it easier for the much shorter woman. Her arms were around his shoulders and he could practically feel her straining on her tip-toes. She was such a short thing, something that he often teased her over; but there was something about the height difference that stirred something primal and protective inside of his chest that he liked.

Her little show of aggression pushed them both into his workshop, and neither was really aware of the sound of the door sliding shut behind them. All Jamie could focus on was the soft, demanding lips that were starting to trail down the side of his jaw and up toward his ear. She knew it was a weakness of his; a life spent in the irradiated Outback had left him with a bad memory, a strange sense of humor and completely touch-starved.

Every caress of her fingers, every brush of her lips, every second her body was pressed against his, he felt that starvation like a burn in his body; an ache so deep that the only reprieve was when he was able to forget about it. His hands moved around her back, pressing her closer, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst. Her soft skin, her clean smell, the way her hair tickled his face…

“Duì wǒ shuō zānghuà,” Mei practically moaned into his ear.

Jamie froze and looked down at Mei--as well as he could, since her cheek was pressed against his jaw while she nipped at his ear, “Sh-sheila, wha-”

A giggle left her and he felt parts of him melt at the sound, “Sorry, sorry...I heard you in the hallway and guessed what you were trying to say.”

He giggled with her and felt his face burn--instead of feeling any real embarrassment, though, he felt giddy and high strung; all of him didn’t expect to succeed, but hearing her soft voice teasing him was almost as good as if she had said the sexiest thing he could think of.

“Ya caught me, Mei,” He admitted, his arms wrapping tightly around her middle, “Or I caught you.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her, even as her eyes widened and she said, “Oh no, don’t you dare-”

She couldn’t finish her threat because a worried shriek suddenly left her as he lifted her feet from the ground; her arms tightened around him. Jamie already knew her complaints (which would likely start any second now…), all of her ‘I’m too heavy’ or screams of ‘You’ll drop me!’ always fell on deaf ears. His lips found hers again as he pulled her back toward his workbench; he sat heavily on his stool and hold her tightly in his lap, even as she fought to break the kiss.

“Jamison!” She finally threw her head back and pulled in a gasp, “I wish you wouldn’t-”

This time, her words were cut off by a gasp. His lips had found the sensitive part of her collarbone, just near where it started to move up toward her shoulder. He had sat her on his one good leg and he felt her thighs come together around him, making him groan; if he got to pick how he died, he wanted her thighs to suffocate him, that would be bliss.

“J-Jamie,” She cooed; he loved it when she called him that.

“Yeh, snowflake?” He said against her skin.

“W-we can’t do that here in the workshop,” Mei moaned and squirmed in his lap, her short legs not able to do more than brush along the ground; she had no real way to dislodge herself from his lap, especially now with his hands already running up her sides under her shirt, “J-Jamie!”

“Why not?” He grumbled, his hands resting on her sides, still holding her tightly so she couldn’t get away.

“What if Mako or someone else comes in?”

Even Mei knew it was a weak argument; Mako ‘Roadhog’ Rutledge hardly ever came into Jamison’s workshop, even though the two were nearly inseparable most of the time. As for the others...well, the only time anyone came to the Junkrat was when they needed help with anything explosive, like Lena’s pulse bomb or even the self-destruct of Hana’s mech. Any other time, Jamison was left alone to his own tinkerings. Mei was sure it was likely because everyone was convinced he was going to blow himself and this part of the base into smithereens, something even Jamie had joked about as a real possibility.

Mei doubted Jamie would ever really do such a thing, even on accident, but it didn’t stop her from treading lightly when she came to visit him here.

Jamie reached out and hit something on the small computer he had on his workbench and a small double beep came from the door. Mei glanced over her shoulder (as well as she could now that Jamie was trying to tease her skin again) and saw the red light indicating the workshop was now locked. Well, that took care of that…

Despite his distractions with his mouth and hands, Mei couldn’t stop thinking about how she walked by his open workshop door and heard his butchering of her native language. Like with all things, Jamie couldn’t be bothered with the delicacies of things; even his own was bastardized by his own unique coloring of words and slang.

He wasn’t shy about what he wanted and he had asked her before if she would start talking dirty in the bedroom; it was why she had started cursing (in both English and Chinese) while they made love. It wasn’t until a little later--while talking with Lena and Angela that she realized she may not have understood what Jamison had really wanted.

“Love, I think…” Lena giggled and leaned onto the cafeteria table with her elbows tucked closer to her body, “I think the Rat meant...well…”

“He wants you to compliment his performance by telling him how good of a job he is doing,” Angela explained easily, sipping her coffee and looking like she had just sipped nectar; when her eyes opened and she saw both Lena and Mei watching her with blank stares, she laughed quietly, “Get creative, Mei; tell him how good his cock feels inside of you and you’ll get the idea quickly enough.”

Lena and Mei both let their mouths drop in surprise and Lena stammered, “G-gee, Ang…”

Angela rolled her eyes, “I’ve spent my entire life around men because I dedicated myself to studying the human body and it's care, you hear things when men think there are no women around; and incidentally, I’m not a virgin. I’m a Valkyrie, not an Angel.”

Mei was brought back to the present when her back met the cool top of the workbench, her hips at the edge of the table and Jamie pressed between her legs as he kissed up her neck.

“J-Jamie,” Mei tried to scold him, but all that left her mouth was a moan.

“Aye, sheila?” Jamie grunted into her skin, already pushing her tank top and sports bra up and over the curve of her breasts. The cool, smooth metal of his right hand made her shiver, but it played on her sensitive skin; his lips were already teasing the malleable flesh of her chest, his fingers gently flicking over her hardening nipples.

Mei moaned and felt her back arch; he was always honed in on the places he loved; Mei’s past romances had always explored and tried to show their prowess by hoping to find the sensitive places on her. Unfortunately for them, Mei’s body didn’t hide any real secrets--she was a simple woman with simple and clear erogenous zones.

Jamie groaned into her soft skin, her body an alter that he was worshiping at; her softness, her supple body. Every inch of her was cream and savory thickness. He just wished he was eloquent enough to tell her.

“Yer tits are fuckin’ gorgeous,’ He nipped her breasts, making her squeak before his tongue circled her nipple.

Electric pleasure shot straight to her lower belly and Mei was in heaven, carried by the crude junker between her legs. Angela’s words came back to her--get creative--and she swallowed before she opened her mouth.

“J-Jamie,” She gasped and felt her face start to burn; no doubt, she was red as a tomato if she had to guess, “J-Jamie, your tongue-”

She couldn’t make herself finish, but Jamie’s head shot up to stare down at her. Her hands came up to cover her face, a small squealing noise leaving her throat, “D-don’t stare!”

“What were you gonna say?” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes boring into hers desperately.

His hands gently circled her wrists and tugged, but she didn’t want to look him in the eye, it was too embarrassing. Before he can tug harder to try and convince her more, she sputtered.

“D-don’t stop!”

Jamie saw the redness from her face spread down to her neck and he licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to tease the line where it ended with his teeth.

“Don’t stop what, snowflake?” He drawled, a smirk on his lips.

Mei finally peaked at him through her fingers, an unmistakable glare on her face, “Jamison…”

“Jamie,” He almost begged, but just said his name and leaned down to nip her collarbone again, “If ya don’t ask, ya don’t get it, snowflake.”

She whined and tightened her legs around him before she parted her lips and said, “J-Jamie, please...use-uh, oh...use your tongue, please!”

As if to reward her, his mouth closed around her hardened nipple again, nipping it when her hips bucked against his. Just hearing her moan after that was nearly too much for Jamie to take; his erection was straining in his shorts to the point of pain, but he couldn’t get enough of her voice.

“More, sheila,” He moaned, “What else do you want from the ol’ rat?”

She wanted to snort at his nickname for himself--Mei usually did, considering how he almost always begged her to use his real name in private--but one of his hands suddenly pressed against her covered mound and she moaned instead.

“F-fuck,” Mei said breathlessly, “I w-want you to fuck me, Jamie!”

It was more than he could handle; his hands were already pulling her shorts down over her hips and reaching for his own. Mei was vaguely aware that her shorts and underwear were still around her knees, but the thought left as she felt his hard cock start to prod at her entrance. She gasped and arched; a moan left her when Jamie pushed her legs up against her chest.

When he thrust into her, there was a moment when her mouth just flew open, “Fuck me, Jamie!”

Jamie was barely holding himself together and her words made his hips buck against hers, and he buried deeper into her wet heat. Mei whimpered and Jamie started to move inside of her, his cock slicking immediately. She tightened around him, her hands reaching up to grab the edge of the table over her head.

Her body burned from pleasure, but more than that, her words had drawn something out of her that she never thought would be true: she felt sexy. She felt desirable. Just a few words from her and Jamison could barely hold himself together. Is this what Angela meant about her understanding?

“Jamie,” She moaned his name, thinking over what she wanted to say; she grinned when she felt him almost immediately perk up to listen, “Jamie, you feel so good, so...deep. I want you deeper! Fuck me, please!”

Even though it sounded stilted to her own ears, Jamie was already helping her get rid of her shorts so he could angle himself better; and one thrust deeper and she felt her mouth drop open in a silent groan.

“Hooley dooley, snow,” Jamie groaned, “Just looka that face yer makin’; ain’t no other guy gunna do that fer ya! Jus’ me...all mine.”

He leaned into her skin and said the last four words against her skin; one of his arms hooked under her leg and he changed the angle again and moved inside of her quickly. Her words drove him, her face held him, her body moved him.

“Yer puss is so tight, fuck; ya were jus’ waitin’ fer me, weren’t ya?” He growled and bit her neck. Mei cried out and whined.

“Tài kěchǐle! Don’t say it like that,” She threw her head back. It was getting harder to breathe; her body was soaring higher and higher.

Jamie didn’t stop, “Yer drippin’ fer me cock, sheila; I want ya to be on me wanger ‘til neither of us can stand.”

“YES,” Mei finally burst out and arched her back and rolled her hips against his, “Fuck-Fuck me! I want your cock, harder, faster, please!”

Jamison couldn’t hold himself back; his hands closed on her hips and he pulled her against himself as he slammed into her. Her rolls moved and shook with his thrusts and he loved to watch them move on her body. His eyes moved up, watching the way her breasts jiggled and moved. Her arms, so soft and plush, held tightly to the table and her face…

Her face was enough to push him over the edge. He loved to see her lewd expressions, loved to know he was the one making pretty, prim, proper Mei-Ling Zhou roll her eyes into the back of her head from pleasure.

His hips bucked out of rhythm and he was gone, his hot seed flooding her insides. Mei whimpered, but Jamie wasn’t done; the fingers of his robotic arm came down and the cool metal nudged against her clit. Mei gasped and her hips bucked against him. He felt himself still throbbing inside of her and bucked back.

Mei was a mess of pleasure and need; her body craved his cool metal fingers against the hot flush of her skin, she felt her wet walls shudder around his hard length. He swirled around her clit, pressing and teasing the way he had learned she loved. Her orgasm was still building, and Jamie kept pumping his still-hard dick between her folds, drawing her closer and closer.

“Cum fer me,” He suddenly growled in her ear, “I wanna feel you throttle me.”

She whimpered and felt something in her snap. Her hips rolled against his. Her body arched off the table. His fingers kept moving over her clit, even as her orgasm died and quickly built into another. He had worked her to a frenzy.

“Tíngzhǐ! Tíngzhǐ! Please, stop, I c-can’t-” Mei gasped when Jamie pulled his fingers away and brought them to his lips, “Y-you’re-?”

“Can’t help it, Mei,” He chuckled and cleaned his fingers, “I’m addicted t’ya; ya taste like the tapioca inside bubble tea.”

Her face burned and she covered it again with her hands. “You’re such a bad influence! Bùyào zìháo!!”

A high pitched giggle left Jamie’s throat and he leaned into her, pressing his still half-hard cock deeper into her and pulling a muffled moan from her throat.

“Ya know ya love it,” He giggled more.

“I know I love you, but that’s not what I said!” Mei turned her head, even as the junker tried to keep kissing her throat and jaw, “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Gettin’ ready fer round two,” He said matter of factly, “Gotta make sure ya gets lots of practice fer that dirty mouth of yers.”

Mei opened her mouth to protest, but another moan left it instead as his hands returned to her breasts to tease. Maybe another round wouldn’t be so bad.

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