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erideights · 8 months

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Little pieces here and there (5)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, two, three, four

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: light flirting, light metion of sex, a lot of feelings, super fluff (in their particular way)

A/N: I'M BACK WITH THE NEW AND LAST (????) CHAPTER OF THE SERIES AFTER AN HIATUS WEEK. I wanted to post something good, something beautiful, true to the characters and the story you all enjoyed reading as much as i writing! (sorry for the possible grammatical mistakes!)

Side note: this chapter is to be read with different time frames, so changing the lights of the room and their resting positions in bed!

"Say it."

"Nope."

"Why not!?" he whines, his beautiful dove eyes pleading. "C'mon baby. Say it. I deserve it. All the awards. All the honors." The fact he’s beneath her, trapped between her body and the mattress, doesn't help make him look less submissive. She has to admit, it’s extremely pleasant to see how his dignified ass drags himself for her.

"But it would be a lie," she says, sticking out her tongue in a gesture intended to make him suffer a little more. Unbelievable that this is the same man who forced her to beg for sex a couple of hours ago. "and I’m no liar."

''Didn't seem like a lie to me when you were moaning my name and cumming on my cock for the third time some minutes ago.'' Ah, there it is, his ego is back again. Or at least, a glimpse of it. Took a while to appear.

In front of him, (Y/N) just smiles devilishly, which makes Buggy growl and look at her with pleading eyes again. "Look, we already established I know and even like how you need to play difficult, it's part of your charisma, but I need to hear it, okay? I will give you anything your wayward, fussy heart could desire. Consider it a prize."

''Anything?''

''Anything.''

Hmm. She plays along, and pretends to think about it for long, torturous seconds, shaking her head from side to side in slowmo, taking a deep breath.

As expected, soon enough she decides to give in-- she’s satisfied after making him beg in her own particular way.

''Fine.'' She takes a breath and starts her dramatic performance, with one hand on her own chest, eyes closed. ''Oh, Buggy, you were right, you are the best lover I’ve ever had, thanks to you my soul has ascended and I have seen the One Piece.''

That is not the praise he was expecting about his sexual skills. Not even close. But was so /him/, so dramatic, exaggerated, and incredibly hilarious, that despite faking offense on his face, eyes half-closed, lips pressed together, fingers pinching her hips as punishment, he has to admit -he will not-, was funny.

''You're a moron'' That’s about everything he has to say on the matter.

‘’Like Ol’Axe-Hand?’’ She asks, raising an eyebrow, hoping he gets it. And of course he does. He's so surprised that he widens his eyes, smirking. Is she actually admitting how incredibly funny he is? ''You still remember that joke?''

''Was so bad it stuck with me since then like a fucking nightmare.'' Hit and sunk.

''Ouch''

"Don't worry, there's still time to improve the quality of your jokes. But for now I'll take the prize you promised.''

''Ugh, fine. What do you want?’' Buggy thinks he knows (Y/N), so he’s convinced she will ask for something impossible. A challenge that will ridicule him or an astronomical sum of money. ''If what you want are berries I’m sorry to inform you, sunshine, I'm broke, I still have to find...'' but the clown shuts himself when he feels the girl's fingers slowly caressing his sharp jaw, finally pulling him by his chin towards her. He leans in too, eyes fixed on her lips, yearning for the kiss he can see so clearly written in the dreamy way she looks at him.

There’s no need to announce it, nor to start it with their usual flirting or provocations. It's slow and doesn't demand anything at all, nor is intended to be the trigger of their next round.

It's just a kiss. Something so simple and intrinsically complex at the same time. And in the same way as if it had been the most fiery and passionate of his life, as not long ago, this kiss leaves him breathless, unable to form a single coherent thought that has nothing to do with her.

Oh, he’s down bad. Just like she is.

…

And there they are on the mattress, she’s sitting on his lap, legs around him, his hands on her hips, hers on his abdomen in a relaxed pose. The scene is typical of two lovers who have known each other for a lifetime -or at least for years- and not of two people who just had the wildest sex of their lives less than a couple hours ago. For the first time.

They tell each other anecdotes, surreal stories, and laugh together inside that little bubble they don't even know how it was created, where it came from, or how the hell it could have absorbed them so much, making them completely ignore the outside world.

"What do you mean a giant bird!?" she screams in laughter, her stomach hurting, her lungs burning. "Aha, yeah, laugh all you want but imagine thinking that you’re about to die turned into damn bird feed. It would fucking piss me off."

As it can’t be otherwise, (Y/N) ends up laughing until she cries with the story of how Buggy arrived at Loguetown, and the clown finds himself exaggerating his story more and more with each laugh he manages to get from the girl, eager to hear it again, knowing he’s the only cause of this beautiful melody.

It’s absurd how he would love -kill- to know more about her, ‘cause if he stops to think about it, he doesn't know this woman at all. He knows nothing beyond her name, her crew, and the fact that she has a bold sense of humor. She’s brave and sarcastic, keen, sharp, and much more intelligent and savvy than -in his opinion- all the idiots around her.

And this is how and when he realizes the post-nut clarity theory hasn't worked for him. Getting her out of his twisted mind will not be as easy as fucking her a couple times, get his needed ton of personal satisfaction from making her beg for him, and moving on to the next thing to do/achieve on his list.

Goddamnhim.

"Alright, as much as I love and enjoy being the main character, it's time for you to drop your femme fatale facade and show me who you truly are."

"Awh,’’ she smiles tenderly, reaching for one of his cheeks. ‘’you see me like a femme fatale? That's so cute."

"Cut the crap.’’ The clown slaps her hand away, not in a violent way, but offended. ‘’You're not easily intimidated and I noticed you're good with knives too. That's sexy, and it makes me curious as hell about what you did before you joined those shitty heads."

Fair enough, she would be curious too, so she thinks about it, a bit wary of talking about her private life because there is a part of her that prefers to keep it intact -in case she wants to come back to it-. However, she reasons, mentioning what she did without being very specific doesn’t reveal anything at all. It would piss her off if Buggy casually knows her mercenary name -by which she’s fairly known among marines and pirates alike- and connects some dots all of a sudden.

Is he actually that smart?

"I was a mercenary." She says calmly, shrugging her shoulders. "With that angelic face?" He retorts in disbelief, raising both eyebrows, even though he knows it fits her personality just right. "You'd be surprised what you're capable of with it."

"No, no, I actually believe you." He cracks an amused smile, looking directly into her eyes after carefully scanning her face. ''I mean, If someone like you tried to sneak onto my ship I would know it’s a trap, either to kill me or to steal from me but I would end up saying ''whatever you say beautiful'' and would actually let you do your thing.''

He's an idiot but still, once again, he manages to make her laugh. “Looking like that, anyone would give you anything,” he adds because he is, in fact and undoubtedly, willing to give her a little more of himself. More time and more attention, because he should definitely be out there gathering his crew -only God knows what they'll be doing- and figuring out how to get to the Grand Line without a damn map.

The idea of asking her, or even suggesting she steals it for him, doesn't even cross his mind. Not even after having shared this /intimate/ afternoon together. He knows she won't do it, she doesn’t own him shit, she’s not one of these women who fall in love and suddenly do everything, and leave everything behind, for the man of their dreams.

And of course Buggy can see the way she looks at him, without an ounce of contempt or distaste for his extravagant appearance or the atrocities he's sure she knows he's committed and of which he's not one bit ashamed. She sees him as he is and still, she’s here, offering him back something as valuable as her time and company.

But she won't give him more, he is aware of that. That's why he didn't offer (Y/N) to run away with him when he escaped from Arlong Park, because as much as she enjoys his company and maybe, just maybe, the clown imagines, feels something for him, he has the impression she’s a disgustingly loyal person, to her principles and her people, and as much as she likes to flirt with him, she would have said no.

He must admit, that's also how he likes her. Strong, capable, independent. He would kill no matter who to have her by his side as part of his crew, although he knows it won't happen. He would settle, however, with the -hypothetical- opportunity to meet from time to time on the high seas or on any random island. To sneak away from their crews in secret, to disappear for a few hours in which all his attention, his entire being, could focus on her, lower the curtain just a little, leave the spotlight behind and relax.

There is a small part of him, the one that makes him unable to stop looking intensely at her with those blue eyes that mirrors his own soul, that truly hopes she feels the same.

…

''You know'' she starts, absently stroking his hair, the clown's head in her lap. ''I imagine-- no, I know the whole nose topic is a sensitive thing for you but honestly, it shouldn't-- big noses are incredibly attractive, and yours? Believe me, anyone would want to sit on it.’’

What.

He's so taken aback by the suddenness of the comment he completely forgets what they were talking about before and on top of that, he's unable to reply for some seconds, looking at her like she just started speaking in another, incomprehensible language.

He ends up raising an eyebrow, running his tongue over his red lips. ''Including you?''

''Including me''

''Well, sunshine, today's your lucky day then'' Sitting up, in a blink of her eyes he turns, catches the girl's hips and drags her with him, lying down, leaving her sitting on his chest while he rest his head on the pillow. Buggy winks at her, licking his lips again, this time cheekily rather than thoughtfully. “I’m about to make another one of your dreams come true.”

''Horny bastard.'' she whispers, swallowing saliva. What a view, having him between her legs again. ''Never denied, sweetheart'' with a low, erotic, and breathtaking laugh, he surrounds both her thighs with his arms and pulls her body up in a quick movement, causing a sudden brush of his nose against the inside of her thigh.

(Y/N) shudders and takes a deep breath, spreading her legs a little further as she settles them on the pillow. ''Show me what else you can do, captain.'' To that he just groans, already getting hard with just having her on top of his face and her way of talking to him, pushing his buttons just the right way.

In no time she’s a complete, total, and absolute mess, writhing with pleasure. Hands grabbing his hair, hips rocking over his mouth, forcing his nose to rub against her clitoris, she softly moans his name, an occasional insult or any other possible blasphemy.

''Oh, fuck-- Buggy.''

…

Worn off makeup all around her body, sun setting, long hours spent together in which they have told funny, long stories about each other's life and of course, in which they have ended up letting free -once again- that suffocating sexual tension that attracts them to the other like a month to a lamp. Buggy, surprisingly, ends up letting his guard down to the point where he falls asleep, and not long after, he starts snoring.

(Y/N) knows, it's time to leave and look for her friends. She also knows she warned them about her obsession with the city and that the chances of her getting lost were high, and in that case they should not worry about her, blablabla, because she would come back sooner or later. She didn’t even remotely expect the reason for her disappearance would be a self-declared enemy -Luffy’s enemy- of her crew, tho. Neither was she going to spend so much time away from them to be with him.

The excuses she will need to cover her tracks are endless, and a pain in the ass without even started to think about them yet.

Will Zoro still be lost somewhere on the island? Because she obviously assumed, he got lost as soon as they split.

Still in bed, she takes a moment to calmly look at him. (Y/N) is aware of how this may be the last time they ever see each other, and -not- surprisingly, this thought sparks a pang of sadness in her. She really likes him. She wouldn't say she is in love with him, because those are big words and they barely know each other yet, but... he was right, the chemistry between the two was something impossible to deny. And it hasn't weakened, nor disappeared a single bit after sex. Quite the opposite-- It has become something more, a kind of deep and sincere fondness that in this precise moment, dark outside, distant voices over the window from drunkards and bastards around the streets, his breathing calm for a fraction of second, his eyes closed and the fresh breeze that enters the room, invites her to caress his blue hair while he sleeps, sighing.

It’s been a long, long time since (Y/N)’d enjoyed this kind of genuine, absolute peace, sharing with someone she cares about, a room where time does not exist and life is just a thought instead of reality.

Part of her wishes or better said, acknowledges, she would stay here the entire night if she could. The other says that’s ridiculous, and that those are her hormones talking and nothing else. It would pass.

But does she want it to pass? To fade away?

Finally getting out of bed -all her willpower at once- after long minutes in which she simply memorizes every possible detail around her, she begins to retrieve her clothes scattered throughout the room and get dressed in silence, trying not to wake him up.

Through all this process, in the depths of her head resonates a single thought, ringing as loud and strong as an alarm. She’s unable to shut it up. She can’t ignore it either. It's another kind of thought she shouldn't have, and at the same time… feels so natural, so logical, she doesn't feel guilty for having it.

But should she listen to it? Should she follow it?

Taking a seat in the chair that fulfilled its great purpose a few hours ago, she sighs, again, head resting on her hand, elbow on the table. With a small smile, her eyes fall back on that ridiculous, snoring clown. And then, she just knows.

Reaching to a little secret pocket in her pants, she takes out a small piece of folded paper and starts to open it slowly, being careful to not tear it apart, leaving it on the table of the room once the copy of the map of the Grand Line can be perfectly seen. When (Y/N) suggested her crew make a couple of copies in case something happened to the original, she never thought she would use hers like this, but she doesn't regret it in the slightest.

Biting the tip of her tongue, her eyes scan the partially darkened room, jumping from side to side. When she finally finds what she was looking for, she leans over the table, and taking the pen from the inkwell, she writes in the upper right corner of the map "I will be waiting for you right here, come find me" .

If someone asked her why she does this, why she feels this, why does she decide to ignore her common sense and give something so important to someone as -objectively- miserable as him, she would simply answer that there are things… or better said-- not things, but the little pieces here and there, pieces of himself left in her during conversations, shared glances, laughter, flirts, light touches and the deep strong ones that came after those. It's the way he tried to make her laugh at all costs or how he didn't give up trying to win her over. Those blue eyes so intense she would swear, they reached her soul, or the small, genuine smile she knows she has seen this same afternoon, really far from the forced, crooked, exaggerated ones he usually has.

It is all of this and much more, and opening the door of the room, closing it again so that no one disturbs Buggy while she escapes the building and heads to her ship to find her crew, she knows she can't wait to see him again.

She knows she will. Her sixth sense tells her so.

#the gif is an spoiler of the morning after #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy x you #op buggy #one piece live action #one piece x reader #captain buggy #buggy x reader

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hanniluvi · 2 months

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HIS EXPECTED FATE — JUNGWON FF

“ one day, i will stop falling in love with you. ”

PART TWO OF (Y)OUR EXPECTED FATE. ( READ FIRST ? )

SYNOPSIS Jungwon was going to try to move on—he had promised you. But, with his new career choice, he found himself writing books about his past lifetimes with you. As he convinced himself it would help as he could finally “let go”, you just had to come stumbling into his life again…after all, promises are sometimes meant to be broken.

( 🗝️ ) THE PAIRING author!jungwon x fem!reader

𓍼 WARNINGS character death, mentions of injuries (blood), use of petnames (my love + dearest), profanity (barely)

⌞ + ⌝ GENRE doomed immortal x mortal, angst, fluff-ish?

♡⸝⸝ WORD COUNT — 2.6K+ ( 2694 WORDS )

AUTHOR’S NOTE FINALLY part two is here !! i just loved part one too much so i had to let it get its moment one more time ( yes , we have favs around here !! ) writer jungwon is to DIE FOR and ugh, i just might write a long fic based on that idea SOLELY for my own satisfaction so yeah the wheels r turning in my head as we speak 🤍 but i hope you enjoy ^^

Jungwon should’ve known.

Each step echoes in the hollow corridors of his mind, a haunting reminder of the cruel cycle of fate. Your fragile form lies before him, a mere whisper of the vibrant soul he once knew. "YN!" he cries out, his voice choking with anguish as he gathers you into his trembling embrace.

With his eyes blurred with tears, he notices how you looked up at him, life escaping from you within the minutes, or even seconds you had left.

Through tear-streaked eyes, he watches as your gaze meets his, a bittersweet reflection of love and loss. "Jungwon..." your voice is but a fragile whisper, fading like a distant echo.

“Why are you still smiling?” His voice trembled, his fingers caressing the side of your face as if he was trying to remember every detail about you into his memory.

How could you still smile so beautifully during your final moments?

Searching into your eyes for answers, he notices you trying to speak to him. Yet, instead of words, trickles of blood start escaping your lips, only intensifying the moment. “Take your time, YN…” His voice quivers as he tenderly brushes away the blood that mars your once radiant face.

Looking at your current state, he knew time was no longer a factor. Still, those words spill from his lips, a feeble attempt to offer comfort to both you and himself.

"I'm always here for you, remember?"

"I'm sorry," you murmur, your voice barely audible above the relentless march of time.

As the weight of your apology hangs heavy in the air, Jungwon's heart clenches with a mixture of sorrow and regret. "There's nothing to apologize for," he whispers, his voice barely audible amidst the suffocating silence of impending loss. “I should’ve done more.”

"You've done what you could. I was the stubborn one," you reassure him, your words a soothing balm to his troubled soul.

"I still could've tried harder," he persists, unable to shake the burden of guilt that weighs heavily upon him.

"Stop blaming yourself, my dearest," your pet name pierces through his turmoil, a reminder of the depth of your connection.

How many more times would he hear it before you slipped away?

“Listen, can you do me a favor?”

“Anything you ask, I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

“Anything, my love.”

“Pursue in something else in your life. Something that isn’t me.”

"How?" Jungwon's tone is laced with uncertainty, his mind grappling with the thought of creating a new path without you by his side. He’d always believed that you were the person he needed to have to live peacefully. But, the more he thought about it, the more he had led himself to the most painful goodbyes he’d forever remember.

"I know you can do it. You've spent so much time searching for me, knowing that I won't remember a single thing about our past lives—isn't that right?" Your words striked something within him, a painful reminder of the futility of clinging to pasts that can never be reclaimed.

"Try to change your fate," you urge, your voice tinged with hope.

"I can't see a life without you—even if you're in different bodies, or lives—I need you," Jungwon confesses, his desperation laid bare for you to see.

"You're..." you cough out, a sudden wave of panic flooding through him. "You're only going to keep hurting yourself."

“But—”

"Jungwon. Please," you implore, your voice barely above a whisper yet filled with unwavering determination.

"Okay," Jungwon concedes, his resolve crumbling in the face of your earnest plea.

"Promise me," you insist, your hand trembling as you extend your pinky towards him, a silent vow of mutual understanding and commitment. Despite your weakened state, your arm strains to support your hand as it reaches out to him.

Jungwon clears his throat, his own hand trembling as he interlocks his pinky with yours. A fleeting smile graces your lips, a final testament to the love that binds your souls together.

"I love you, my dearest," you whisper, your words a tender farewell as the grip of your hand on his begins to loosen.

Tears stream down Jungwon's cheeks uncontrollably as he watches you slip away, the echoes of your parting words resonating within his shattered heart. No matter the amount of lifetimes he has gone through, he could never get familiar with the pain he’d experience when losing you.

The only thing that was different was the thought of him finally wanting to take your advice seriously. After all, he did make one last promise with you.

“I love you too, my love.” he whispers, his voice choked with emotion as he finally surrenders to the overwhelming tide of grief.

“I’ll try my best.”

Sinking into his chair, Jungwon's gaze drifts across the scattered stacks of notebooks adorning his desk. With a flick of his wrist, he switches on the desk lamp, its soft glow casting a comforting aura over the room as he reaches for the nearest notebook within arm's reach.

With pen in hand, he begins to jot down the fragments of ideas swirling in his mind. As the words flow effortlessly onto the paper, he can almost feel the weight of his burdens lifting, if only for a fleeting moment.

Dropping the pen onto the desk, Jungwon stretches his cramped fingers with a small groan, the fatigue of sleepless nights finally catching up to him. Adjusting his posture, he straightens his back and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the lenses reflecting words he had written in such a short amount of time.

Writing the last sentence, Jungwon closes the notebook with a sense of accomplishment, a faint smile gracing his lips as he flips through the pages one last time before setting it aside. It was one of the fifth notebooks he had put aside for this book—one of the books he’d spent so much of his time in because you had told him to follow his dreams.

So, he took it to heart, and he seriously never thought he’d be so committed until he finally managed to publish a couple of books of his own.

Finding himself in one of the bookstores, he found himself staring at one of the copies he had made. The countless hours spent hunched over his desk, the sleepless nights fueled by caffeine, and sheer determination had finally paid off.

Stepping closer to the display of his book, Jungwon feels a surge of pride swell within him as he runs his fingers over the glossy cover.

This couldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for your words.

Just as Jungwon is about to place the copy back onto the shelf, a voice startles him from his reverie. "Oh, you like that author too?" The sound of the voice breaks through the silence of the bookstore, drawing his attention to the person standing beside him—a cheerful stranger whose presence catches him off guard.

As he recovers from the sudden startlement, Jungwon's shock only intensifies when he realizes who is standing before him.

It's you.

You've been reincarnated, your familiar presence sending a shiver down his spine.

Quickly averting his gaze, Jungwon feigns casual indifference as he shifts his attention back to the shelves. "I was just curious, that's all," he replies with a slight nod, his heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and longing.

Though he knows that you cannot possibly remember the countless lifetimes you've shared, the mere sight of you was overwhelming him. It was as if you knew, and you were simply mocking him for his misery.

“Oh, cool.” It would’ve been cool if he didn’t happen to bump into you now, especially since he tried his absolute hardest to not go out looking for you again. But, fate seemed to have their plans, and brought you to him like it was nothing.

“I didn’t know they released a new book—did you?”

“I’ve heard about it, that’s why I went to check it out.” he continues, his gaze fixed on the books before him as he struggles to maintain his composure. Despite the casual tone of the conversation, every fiber of his being longs to reach out to you, to hold you close and never let go. But he knows that such desires are futile, destined to remain unfulfilled in the cruel dance of fate.

He can’t fall for you again.

“Mind telling me what you heard about it? I’m quite curious as well,” Jungwon's heart races as you scoot closer to him, his pulse quickening for several reasons. It's been a while since he last saw you, and the sudden proximity is enough to make him feel flustered, a jumble of conflicting emotions swirling within him.

"Well, it's about a knight and a sorcerer," he replies with a bitter smile, carefully masking his true feelings behind a facade of casual indifference. After all, he can't afford to reveal his true identity as the author—not when he's spent so long hiding it from the public, especially for moments like this.

"Is that so?" you hum in response, your curiosity piqued as you peer over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the book in his hands. Jungwon's shoulders tense up, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected interaction. Should he reveal his secret to you, or continue to play along with the charade?

"It's quite different as the male lead is convincing the female lead to stay with him—oh and I forgot to mention, the female lead is a knight," Jungwon remarked, his enthusiasm evident in his tone.

"Wow, that's kind of badass," Jungwon chuckles, momentarily forgetting his unease in the warmth of your reaction.

"She certainly was," he responds almost instinctively, before catching himself with a slight frown. "...from what I heard, that is," he quickly adds, cursing himself for the slip-up. He can't afford to reveal too much, not when his true identity as the author must remain hidden.

"What do you mean he was trying to convince her to stay though? What happened?" you inquire, effortlessly steering the conversation in a new direction. Jungwon feels a wave of relief wash over him at your gentle redirection, grateful for the sudden change.

"Well, since he's immortal, he had finally figured out a way for her to stay," Jungwon recalls, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "But, she refused. And even with his pestering, nothing could convince her."

"Yikes—this author hates seeing people happy, huh?" you remark sadly, your empathy for the characters noticeable in your tone. "They always manage to write something sad, I feel bad for the characters."

Jungwon chuckles at your words, though there's a hint of sadness underlying his amusement. It's not that he hates seeing people happy; rather, he's grappling with his own memories, desperately trying to come to terms with the past in order to find solace in the present.

"It seems so," he finally manages to say, his voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within him. "But, you know, I haven't read the whole thing. It could have a good ending, who knows," he adds optimistically, though he knows all too well the outcome of that particular fate.

"I like the creativity though, I wouldn't have imagined this," you remark, your admiration for the author's imagination evident in your words. And as Jungwon listens to you speak, he finds himself drawn to the warmth of your presence, fully knowing he shouldn’t be.

He would only hurt himself again.

As silence envelops the room, Jungwon finds himself lost in his thoughts, the weight of his past with you casting a shadow over the present. But then, your voice breaks through the quiet, pulling him back to the present moment.

"I don't blame her though—I would've done the same," you added, your words tinged with understanding and empathy. Jungwon's gaze shifts to you, his heart aching at the familiarity of your smile. It's a bittersweet reminder of the lifetimes they've shared, each one leaving an indelible mark on his soul.

Meeting your gaze, Jungwon is struck by the overwhelming sense of deja vu that washes over him. Your face, so achingly familiar, holds a mirror to his memories—the way your hair falls in gentle waves around your face, the curve of your smile, and the moles that adorned your skin.

Your moles.

As Jungwon's gaze lingers on the moles scattered across your face, he can't help but feel a surge of nostalgia wash over him. Each mole seems to hold a memory, a testament to the countless kisses he had left upon your skin in your previous lives.

The urge to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss each mole floods Jungwon's senses, a longing that was meant to be fulfilled every lifetime. His heart falters, torn between the overwhelming love he feels for you and the bittersweet ache of your shared pasts.

You are just too pretty, he thinks, his breath catching in his throat as he struggles to contain the flood of emotions threatening to consume him. In that moment, you are more than just a familiar face—you are a living, breathing reminder of everything he has ever loved and lost.

He knows no matter how many lifetimes may pass, you will always hold a special place in his heart.

"Why?" Jungwon asks, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation as he searches for answers in your words, hoping they will provide solace for the choice you made to leave him in your past life.

"Living on forever doesn't seem like a good thing. It could get boring, so I would understand the female lead's thoughts. After all, not knowing the outcome of your life could only push you to work harder, no?" you respond, your words carrying a wisdom that resonates deeply within him.

"Even if it meant staying with your lover?" he presses, his heart pounding with anticipation as he awaits your response.

"Even if it meant staying with your lover," you affirm, your gaze unwavering as you meet his eyes.

Hearing your words stings, but Jungwon finds himself strangely grateful for the insight they provide into your perspective. They were all too familiar, and it was as if you meant to give him that reminder in every life of yours.

Perhaps he had always viewed love through a narrow lens, assuming that staying together for eternity was the ultimate expression of devotion. But now, as he reflects on your words, he realizes that love is as much about understanding and acceptance as it is about passion and commitment.

"I see," he murmurs softly, the words heavy with resignation yet tinged with a newfound sense of understanding. Maybe, just maybe, he should stop chasing after a love that may never be fully realized. "I understand, thank you."

Just as he is about to turn away, ready to take the first steps towards letting go of his past, he feels a tug on his sleeve—a gentle reminder that some bonds are too strong to be easily broken. Turning back to face you, Jungwon is surprised when you hand him a piece of paper. Confusion flickers across his features as he accepts it, watching as you walk away with a smile.

Opening the paper, his eyes widen in surprise as he reads the number scrawled across it.

"You're cute – call me? :)"

The boldness of your gesture catches him off guard, but a warm feeling spreads through him nonetheless.

Chuckling softly to himself, Jungwon realizes just how much he has missed you. Despite the promise he made to himself to let go, he finds himself unable to resist the temptation of reconnecting with you.

After all, you in your previous life never managed to keep your promises either.

With a sigh, Jungwon inputs the number into his phone, a mix of apprehension and excitement coursing through him. Perhaps, he muses, promises aren't always meant to be kept—at least not when they stand in the way of finding happiness and connection with someone he cares about.

Sending the first text, Jungwon felt like this was bound to happen.

As if it was his expected fate.

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Incubus Fyodor 2

Part one

My last repost for a while, the next part will be out in a month or so :>

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor

Warning: teasing, hierophilia, manhandling, otherwise pretty tame

You were minding your own business as always, since today was a mass at the church you were in charge of. Running around all day and helping with preparations, then reading verses as well as singing songs in the main hall. It was a busy day, so much that it annoyed your lovely little pet. From the moment the sun shone til the afternoon, you didn’t even get to spare him a glance, and he couldn’t visit you neither. Wait, why couldn’t he, what was stopping him?

Long story short, that is why he dressed up as a nun and decided to pay you a visit, sneaking into the building. He put on a confident air, as if it was normal for him to walk around like that. The costume was perfect, it covered his face almost entirely and the long robe hid his tail. When he found you, his heart skipped a beat. It was so much more intense seeing you in this setting, how everyone was looking up at you in awe. The incubi found himself admiring you in silence, until he got reminded of his mission. He waited on the sidelines until you were done, following you down the hallways. Fyodor really thought you didn’t notice him, or rather didn’t recognise him, but you already knew the moment he entered. You could find him even if he was a needle in an ocean.

Suddenly you made a turn at the last corner, into the direction of the confessing rooms. The boy just followed you stupidly, looking around before stepping inside the small cabine. The next thing he knew was how he got pushed against the wall, the veil fell from his head and revealed his face. “Wha-” he yelped slightly, the hit hurt him a little. “Oh? So it’s my little incubus who followed me around.” You said with an amused tone, as if you were expecting him. “Dressed up as a nun? Have you finally acknowledged your pitiful self, and decided to reach out to god?” “Ha-huh...no, I was just…err.” Fyodor struggled to find the right words, what was there to misunderstand? What could he have said to escape this embarrassing situation?

“I just missed you... master.” In the end, he decided to just flirt, putting on his best pitiful face and pouting softly. A scheming smile behind that facade. “Is that so? What exactly did you miss?” Pressing him against the wood, gazing over your shoulder to make sure the curtains were hiding you two nicely. It was truly cramped as hell, but you would manage, you had to. “What do you mean?” He asked, staring at you with a sincere expression. You weren’t sure if he was just acting naive or actually confused. “I mean if you missed me, or something else.” Then with a swift move, you pulled his pants down to his ankles. A shocked gasp following, yet no objection could be heard. Afterwards you picked the male up, his slim body pressed against you, legs wrapped around your waist as you slam him further against the wall. “UgH! Wha-what..?” “Wrap your arms around my neck, I can’t hold you forever.” Fyodor did as you instructed, lessening some of the burden on you.

This position was rather vulgar, especially considering the fact that you two were in a church. During a mass, on a sunday, paired with many visitors. Your faces were so close to each other, due to the limited space you two had. “Right now..?” He asked gently, not a hint of fear or nervousness was present, instead ecstasy and anticipation was filling his voice. Seems like he finally caught on to your intentions, “yes, right now.” Was what you said, it was times like this that he was happy you were his master. “But there are still visitors outside..” you chuckled into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, “I didn’t know you cared about such things, fyodor.” Right, he didn’t, he couldn’t care less wether which unfortunate soul will hear you two. “Or maybe you don’t want to?” Now you were teasing him, feeling quite entertained at his antics. “Of course I want it~ do as you please then..! <3”

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝

Part Two Part One

Luke Castellan x Apollo!fem!reader

Comforting angst

warnings: character death, depression, lots of crying.

Days passed, days since your ki- hang out with Luke.

Hang out? Who were you kidding? It was clear it wasn’t him.

But you’d laid yourself bare to him, been about to confess all your feelings and he had just shut you down and run away.

Of course you didn’t wanna talk about it in the morning.

The tragedy was he did.

And just when you were feeling better, and your conversations weren’t so awkward, fate tossed you to the ground again, as it often did. You still didn’t really believe it.

Cecilia, your cabin counsellor, your beloved older sister had died on the road to college. It seemed impossible.

Of course, they’d had a brief ceremony, a burning of a golden yellow shroud weaved with her own fingers. And then they’d appointed you as cabin counsellor, announced a bunch of new kids had arrived and everyone forgot.

It made you sick to think people would forget Cecilia. That the three Apollo kids your cabin had greeted would grow up without her and never know of her presence.

Obviously, your cabin was upset, but they didn’t make it so as Aphrodite always did. The sun keeps shining, and Apollo kids kept going, laughing, training, even if muffled sobs could be heard the first few nights. They never talked of her, and after the first week, she was a sad little scar that had scabbed.

It still hurt a little, but the memory was what hurt the most.

Except for you. She was still a mortal, lethal wound for you. And it was getting harder and harder to keep your composure and pretend everything was okay.

Shortly, it all cracked and spilled out from you. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault really. Chiron was just trying to be supportive to little Will, but when he praised enthusiastically that he was the best archer he’d scene for 300 years, tears seemed to burst from you.

Because that had been Cecilia’s title. She had been the best archer, training all the little ones supportively and making people gasp with the precision of her shots.

It seemed Chiron had already forgotten. Everyone had.

It was like losing her all over again.

No one saw the little sun cracking on the archery field. They just noticed you disappearing behind some clouds.

You didn’t pay attention to the stares and whiplash glances of some, as you ran back to your cabin with tears streaming, and your heart in your throat.

Didn’t notice as a tall brunette boy on the sword plains spotted you, dropped his sword immediately and with a shouted apology behind him began to sprint after you.

Your bed was warm and comforting, the covers swaddled around your shoulders in a safe cocoon as you sobbed your heart and soul onto your pillow.

Cecelia was dead. Dead. This is what you would deal with every day for the rest of your life, she was dead and she would be replaced and forgotten and no one would even know her and-

The door creaked open and immediately you stilled, pretending to be asleep.

“Y/N?” It was Luke.

Not the timing, you thought to yourself miserably.

“Y-yeah,” you tried for a sleepy yawn, but it came out cracked and pained. Ugh.

“You ok?” He asked quietly, and you heard his footsteps approach.

“Yeah, yeah. Just woke up.” But your voice was hollow and very much awake.

He sat softly at the edge of your bed, and for a while you were both still. Only your breath was audible. Then, tentatively and slowly, you began to feel his warm fingers slide through your hair. It was so comforting and lovely that you had to swallow down the wave of tears that surfaced.

“It’s okay, you know,” he murmured, your hair in glorious tangles around his knuckles, “to cry. You don’t have to pretend. Especially for me.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whispered back, “it’s just-“ you hesitated.

I love you.

I don’t want to burden you with all my stupid problems.

“You probably don’t want to talk about this to anyone, right? Me included.” He guessed, and he began to retract his fingers and you felt like screaming at how utterly wrong he was. “I’m sorry, I should give you space.”

“No, you don’t have to. You can stay here.” You tried not to beg, but you were inches from clinging onto him to stop his departure. He understood.

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Then here I’m staying. In your bed.” He reassured comfortingly, “I mean, on.”

His flustered stuttering made you smile weakly and turn to face him.

His whole face softened, lost all his fluster and stress when your eyes met, but you were too busy setting your head into his lap so you faced up at him to notice.

He traced your tear tracks, brushing any remaining ones away with his thumbs.

“I know the pain feels awful,” he said suddenly, “but if you ever feel bad, like you can’t breathe or you’re about to burst, don’t keep it in y/n, come find me. I’m always here for you, always.”

“Thank you.” You said near inaudibly.

“I hate seeing you cry,” he confessed, his forehead crinkling, “or being sad. It just hurts me. But I love making you feel better, I’d do anything in the world to make you happy, I promise.”

“Thank you.” You said louder this time, your cheeks beginning to heat up.

It was a peaceful few seconds you gazed at each other, smiling. Then you closed your eyes, comforted.

You felt warm hands lift your body, and your eyes fluttered open. But it was just Luke lying down beside you and repositioning yourself on his chest.

“Sorry,” he murmured, “just figured we might be here for a while.”

His arms encircled you, and even in your drunken state of misery, your heart rate sped up. You turned your head slightly, so you could hide your bashful grin in the orange folds of his shirt. His chest was warm, comforting, and you could feel every deep breath he took.

“Sorry,” you murmured, facing up once more, “your shirt’s probably going to be all soggy after this.”

“I don’t mind a soggy shirt if it makes you happy.” He breathed, and your heart was bursting from the love that statement invoked when you saw his eyes flicker. Your eyes. Your mouth.

Could he really-

Surely not-

Eyes. Mouth.

The air was electric, as if Zeus himself was in the cabin. The space was getting tighter and smaller and everything was so close and dizzy and what in the gods before you knew it you were nose to nose and you could feel his warm breath and he was leaning down to kiss you against the pillow.

It might’ve been the best kiss you ever had. With salt on your tongue, and sweetness from his lips, the tastes of all your emotions were combined, giving way to the most passionate and fantastic kiss you’d ever had. Your head was pressed to the pillow, and he was moving above you, warm, soft and pouring his heart out to you, the gateway his lips. It seemed every single ‘I love you’ either of you had ever been too afraid to say was expressed strongly now, each drop of attraction and love and feeling was encapsulated between the movement of your lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay,” he breathed, against your lips, when you finally pulled apart, both of you panting, “I didn’t want to do anything while you were drunk. But of course I wanted to. I wanted you. I have for so long.”

“It’s okay. I have too,” and you laughed, all those emotions and secrets finally free. You were so giddy with joy! But Luke remained tense, nervous for a reason you couldn’t determine. You calmed down, scared it was all about to come crashing down.

“It’s- it’s not just that, y/n,” he paused, sitting up further away, eyes still looking profoundly into yours, “I love you. I love you, all of you, and you should know that to me you’ve never been a burden, only a miracle to have been with.”

Your breath was caught in your throat, blown away by his confession. You were expecting he might’ve been crushing on you? But loving you? You’d never dared to consider that as an option. And you were beyond thrilled.

“Now would be a great time to say anything,” he laughed nervously, fingers brushing over your shoulders restlessly. You immediately felt awful for keeping him waiting.

“I love you too.” You blurted, letting silence ensue. “You make me so happy every time you make a joke or take care of the new unclaimed kids. I’m just in shock.”

And then the pair of you were laughing together, foreheads pressed together before you were tangled in an embrace, that led to another heated kiss on your bed.

You knew soon other campers would arrive to see two head counselors kissing, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In fact, while Luke’s like we’re on yours, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent thoughts at all.

In the back of your mind, you were still sobbing over Cecilia. Deeply, you knew you always would. Your heart would always be chipped in that way, the missing fragment forever in her fist as she wandered Elysium.

But you also knew how happy she would be to see you thriving, dating and loving Luke, a boy she had always suggested and approved of. She imagined her now, giggling in delight and grinning at what had transpired. And slowly, the pain began to lift.

Maybe a scar would be okay, as long as you loved and remembered it.

Most of all, you knew that for as long as you required a shoulder to make soggy, Luke would always be there to be your comfort person.

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ICED OAT LATTE | ma11

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU marcus armstrong x fem!novalak!reader (fc: sabrina carpenter)

side note: this is a bit on the shorter side but otherwise it felt like just dragging it out for nothing. there are two twitter threads though so i think that kind of makes up for it?

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y/n_novalak my segment on screamingmeals "y/n's coffee corner" launches this week! try out different kinds of coffee with me, send me suggestions how you like to drink yours and let's have a little chat together! we're going to start off strong with my all time favourite: an iced oat latte 🧊☕️

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user1 watch y/n become the next emma chamberlain

user2 i don't like coffee but maybe y/n can come up with a way for me to somewhat enjoy it ⤷ user3 y/n should definitely do an episode on how to get into coffee as a beginner!

screamingmeals we never knew coffee could be so expensive ⤷ y/n_novalak i won't settle for cheap coffee beans

clementnovalak first you stole my best friend and now you get your own corner? ⤷ y/n_novalak go cry me a riverrrrrr ⤷ user4 y/n and clem being siblings, part 1933829

user5 i love an oat latte, but warm instead of cold!

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y/n_novalak i'm the proudest girlfriend on the planet right now. to see marcus race here in st. petersburg makes my heart bloom. happy indycar debut babes! (psa: giving the coffee a 6/10 because it was overpriced)

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user6 ugh i cannot they're literally perfect for each other ⤷ user7 i'm so glad clem introduced them to each other

clementnovalak for the record: i am still a bit salty you didn't come to my race this weekend ⤷ y/n_novalak should i hold your hand the next time since you're such a crybaby? ⤷ clementnovalak i'm telling maman that you're mean to me

user8 i never know if y/n and clem are being serious or not with their banter ⤷ user9 i have a brother and lemme tell you we're the same

marcusarmstrong with you by my side, i feel like i can achieve anything comment liked by y/n_novalak ⤷ y/n_novalak stop it i'm getting emotional

user10 *crying in single*

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y/n_novalak we're going into round two! this time on "y/n's coffee corner" we're going full traditional: we're taste testing the cappucino. a classic. the cappucino shines with a foamy top and lots of aroma. you can never go wrong with it. (spoiler alert: it's not marcus' favourite 😱)

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user11 y/n needs to start a whole blog about coffee

user12 marcus doesn't like a cappucino? 🚩🚩 ⤷ y/n_novalak that's what i was thinking ⤷ marcusarmstrong i'm sorry

clementnovalak the way you only put a heart on yours and marcus' coffee and i got a blop of nothingness is actually hurting my soul ⤷ y/n_novalak you're always mean to me you don't deserve a heart

user13 i have the same coffee machine! comment liked by y/n_novalak

user14 i'm more of a latte person myself, but you can never really go wrong with a cappucino!

user15 back when i wasn't allowed to drink coffee, my mum always gave me her foam on her capuccino because i was so sad that i couldn't get one myself

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y/n_novalak visiting this dickhead this weekend in jeddah because he cried about me not attending his last race

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user16 imagine being stressed because you cannot decide whether to visit your brother or boyfriend at different places for races ⤷ user17 she's living every motorsport fan's dream

user18 the lipstick stain is so real. men will never understand.

clementnovalak you made it sound like i begged you to come ⤷ y/n_novalak did you not? your messages say smth else ⤷ marcusarmstrong actually he cried because i wasn't able to come ⤷ clementnovalak that is correct ⤷ y/n_novalak okay since when is it "gang up on y/n" day?

user19 marcus using his free weekend to support clem is so sweet!

user20 i just know y/n was exhausted after a whole weekend with clem and marcus comment liked by y/n_novalak

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waiting for us — chapter seventeen. screwed over ↝ wc: 566

“Asshole!”

You yell probably a little too loud but you just don’t care. You’re beyond pissed, gripping your phone tightly and resisting the urge to smash it into the ground. You know realistically that you won’t be fired, you’ll just send a text to Ryujin to let her know you’ll be late. Ryujin has been so nice to you and on occasion you hung out with her and her soulmate Yeji.

The thing you hated the most was that your brother continued to show you how much power he had over you, never letting you forget it. Even if you had your license there was no car for you to drive, goodness knows your parents weren’t gonna buy you one.

“Ugh!” You groan, running a frustrated hand through your hair, pulling at the strands.

“Mio?” You quickly turn around to the source of the voice and you see Jisung. He’s walking towards you with another male behind him. The other guy has big boba-like eyes that are practically staring into your soul and you get the strangest feeling that he’s yet another one of your soulmates. He’s strangely cat like, his eyes blinking slowly at you and you definitely don’t miss the way he gives your form a quick glance.

“Are you okay?” Jisung asks and you pull your gaze away from the other.

“Yeah sorry- just. My brother seems to have forgotten that he needed to pick me up and now I'm gonna be late to work,” You sigh. “Sorry, I better get going, I’m gonna have to walk,”

Somehow you’re slightly relieved, able to avoid being in the presence of your soulmates. You could tell that you were already getting slightly attached. What with you listening to 3RACHA all day yesterday and your constant lunch breaks with Hyunjin.

“Ah wait! We could give you a ride, we were about to head out. That’s fine, right hyung?” Jisung asks the male next to him. The latter simply nods his head, no other emotion showing on his face to give away his thoughts.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother,” You give one last attempt to get away but honestly you really wouldn’t mind that ride, being late to work was definitely one of your pet peeves.

“Of course! Oh, this is Minho by the way. Minho, Mio. Mio, Minho,” The male in question reaches his hand out for you and you tentatively slip your own hand into his. You pretend you don’t feel the small vibration deep in your chest, quickly taking your hand back as soon as you can.

“It’s nice to meet you,”

“Yeah, you too. Sorry- I don’t mean to rush but, I really do need to get to work,”

“Oh right! Come on, let’s go!” Jisung is always bright with his cute heart shaped smile, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you towards their shared car. You don’t have much of a choice but to follow the male who’s all but dragging you. You ignore the fact that your face is probably flushed just from him holding your hand.

Minho trails a little behind the two of you, seemingly analyzing you, watching how Jisung interacts with you. His head tilts, the smallest hint of a smile curling at his lips. He could definitely understand now his boyfriend's fascination with you, now fully curious to learn more about you.

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BTS fic recs: November 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they’re appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | 💜 (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Friend or Fuck by @joonsmagicshop [8K] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 A drunken night leads to a good morning.

🗨️ I really liked this 🥺 Namjoon was just so sweet, caring and gentle with OC. Really loved it 👏🏾 but why, oh why did Jungkook have to cockblock them 😂 I wanted the smut alright! The build up was so good, I was slightly frustrated with the ending 🙈 yes I’m a slut for smut okay 🙈 I’m hoping for a part two ✌🏾🙏🏾💜

⭐Emotions of the Soul 💯by @oddinary4bts [36.6K] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, childhood/teenage lovers to s2l2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

🗨️ This is another masterpiece from Ella! She is incredible at writing idol!au’s that just feels so goddamn natural and real 👏 The way Namjoon is written is just perfection and OC with her struggles, and they are goddamn human, yes – and that’s one of the beautiful parts in it!!! 😭I also reminded me of my own teenage breakup (gosh I was stupid back then, but not because of the breakup lol 😂). Anyway, please go and read it! As with everything Ella write, this is another to add to my favorites 💜

Seokjin

Nothing this month 😞

Yoongi

⭐Workaholic 💯by @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night.

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐Little bit of your Heart by @yoongiofmine [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader, jjk x f.reader // exes!au, fwb!au // 🥵

📝 You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it?

🗨️ Yes here we go a new series from Ella! ✨ Yoongi already seems so done with Jungkook and they have barely spoken 😂 looking forward to how that develops 🤭

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides 💯by @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

Hoseok

⭐Flight 18 💯by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

Jimin

⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble 💯by @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰

📝 As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

🗨️ This is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves 💯

⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] 💯by @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵

📝 Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally.

🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💯💜

⭐Flowers & Sex by @7deadlysinsfics [4.5K] // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l au, pwp // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 You’re in need of a warm body and a good fuck. who better than your friend park jimin?

🗨️ Just really cute 🥺 Hoseok (readers ex in this) is a douche though, like why did she have to go back to him ugh 🥴 but I like how the story developed and reader realized her feelings after she took her ex back. Loved Jimin and how he gave her flowers 💐 he was so fucking cute 🥺🌸

⭐Heaven with You by @acc3ssdenied [4.7K] // pjm x f.reader // friends to ??? // 🥵

📝 All good things happen after 2 am - at least, that was what you believed. Whoever thought it was a good idea for a group of twelve young adults to play drunk truth or dare obviously agreed with you.

🗨️ Oh this was some filthy smut 🥵 And that kiss with Taehyung was downright slutty – a really good pwp 🥵

⭐Have some Respect by @chim-chimmie [4.2K] // pjm x f.reader // school/college!au, teacher!jimin // 🥵

📝 Your teacher Park Jimin has had enough of you disrespecting him, so he taught you a little lesson.

🗨️ Okay, okay, I know the teacher x student dynamic is a touchy subject, and not always well executed, but hear me out, alright. This was so freaking sinful, like my soul needs to take a shower now??? 🥵

⭐Rush by @bangtanfanfiction [4K] // pjm x f.reader // idol!jimin // 🥵🥰

📝 After not seeing your boyfriend for several weeks, his latest performance definitely made something in you snap. And at a award show of all things.

🗨️ A good pwp with smut that is 🔥

⭐How Long? by @jiminniethemarshmallow [4K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 No summary!

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it’s still so fucking hot and filthy 🥵

⭐Turbulence by @yminie [9.3K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this a few years back and I’ve actually read it multiple times, it’s just so incredible 👏🏾 the smut is freaking hot, and Jimin is just 🤯 well, he’s being a sweet fluffball, but then a smexy God 🥵 like wtf! The duality is insane! One of my favorites and I’m looking forward to rereading part two ✨💜

⭐Accelerate by @yminie [8.9K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger.

🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).

Taehyung

Nothing this month 😞

Jungkook

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 [13.1K] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up so far and they are really good! It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸 It’s just getting better and better ✨ I really loved the backstory of how both Jimin and OC realized they had feelings for each other 🥺 so good and really looking forward to the next chapter 😍

⭐Sweet Obsession by @letjungcoook7 [2.5K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship, plussize!reader // 🥵🥰

📝 When a coworker starts to show interest in you, your boyfriend becomes jealous.

🗨️ Whaaaaaaaat 🥹This was so incredibly sweet and tender! As a plus-sized curvy girl, this was such a good and lovely read 💖 Another banger from Lua💜

⭐The Wedding Planners 💯by @gukyi [28K] // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 😂🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it was just a very funny and pleasant reread 💜 What I love about this is one, is definitely the slow-burn and the enemies to lovers aspect too. The banter between reader and Jungkook is just so priceless and reading how their relationship slowly unfolds and develops through the months of the wedding planning was just everything 💯 Hoseok and Yoongi’s personality in this also makes this fic truly amazing.

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2)(3) [series; completed] 💯by @ctrlsht [28.1K] // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻🥵

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨If you want my full review of it, you can find it here (it does contain spoilers though!). And I really think you shouldn’t spoil it! Just go read it if you’re into the darker stuff, because my heart was racing so damn fast! This is the best thriller yandere au I’ve read to date 💜

⭐Lost on You by @letjungcoook7 [2.1K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 You're just so obsessed with your boyfriend. you would do anything for him.

🗨️ Ehm excuse me Lua, mirror sex???? 🥵 Fucking hell that was a hot one, like I almost feel like I need to take a shower 😂 another banger from you! And the dirty talking too, aish 🥵 💖

OMG November has truly been an exceptional month! There was my 30th birthday of course, and then I received so my love for my series ‘friendcation’ that I was crying with all the beautiful words and reviews I got 😭 I am so thankful for every one of you, whether you interact with my fic recs or my own – thank you! 💜

Borahae 💜

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Hey lovely! How are you? I was thinking of requesting some sort of soulmate au with a protective soft din djarin x reader? I’m a big fan of the au where you share an eye color with your soulmate as in one eye is yours and the other is theirs so that would mean din would know before reader and you can choose to have them find out or keep it a mystery! I just know you’ll do great!

AN | I don’t think I’ve tackled a soulmate!au before but this was so much fun! Enjoy🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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Din Djarin had never seen his eyes in anyone else.

And he looked - he spent so many years looking for them but he had yet to find his soulmate.

The advantage of being behind a mask meant that no one could ever see the disappointment on his face when he realized they weren’t the one.

As time wore on he started to wonder if the one was out there for him. He’d heard tales of poor unfortunate souls that were destined to be alone. Maybe their soulmate had met an early end or maybe they never wanted to be found. He was almost positive that was going to be him as well. It was rare for people to get so far in years and still remain without their soulmate.

He was a lone Mandalorian making his way through the galaxy and life with only his son at his side. Maybe his heart was meant to be alone too.

He hated the idea of that.

So much that he was completely lost in his own thoughts as he followed Grogu through one of Nevarro’s markets. So lost that he didn’t even notice you until he walked right into you and knocked you over.

You landed on the ground with a soft oof as Grogu babbled at his father in what could only be described as a scolding tone.

“I am sorry,” and he felt genuinely terrible. He was no small man and covered in armor made it only that much worse. He crouched down in front of you held out a gloved hand, “are you alright?”

“I think so,” you felt dizzied but alright otherwise. You looked up at the Mandalorian and offered a small smile in response, “nothing hurts so that’s a good sign.”

You put your hand in his outstretched one but he was frozen and didn’t help to pull you up to your feet. You raised an eyebrow in concern - maybe he was the one that needed help.

“Are you alright?” your soft question seemed to pull him out of his trance as finally hoisted you up. You could tell that he was studying you intently and that made your entire face flush with warmth, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he almost choked on the words as Grogu looked between the two of you. The little one was already well aware of what was happening, “sorry again, it was my fault.”

“No worries,” you looked between the two of them before taking a step back, “I, ugh, I should go. Take care, Mandalorian.”

He watched you go for a moment before Grogu’s soft protest urged him to move forward, “wait!”

You turned around at the sound of his voice, a bemused little smile on your face, “Din Djarin. My name is Din Djarin. And this is Grogu.”

“Hello Grogu and Din Djarin,” you repeated and oh. He liked the sound of you saying his name. In exchange you offered your name and gave him a proper handshake, “is there something I can help with?”

“Do you live here?” you thought the question was odd, but you received no bad feelings from him so you didn’t think anything of it. He fell into step with you and you felt a jolt of electricity run through you.

“I do,” you stopped to look at some fresh fruit, “you are not from here.”

“I am not,” he confirmed, “but we live here now.”

“Welcome to Nevarro,” you quickly bought some of the fruit and handed a piece to the excited and curious looking child, “I hope you’ll like it here. If you need anything, I’m around.”

You turned to leave again and this time Grogu pulled on your pant leg to hold you back.

“Your eyes,” he blurted out suddenly and that caused you to stiffen in surprise, “the color-”

“I don’t have a soulmate,” you answered without another word before turning on your heel. You were most decidedly not going to do this right now with a virtual stranger, “take care Din Djarin.”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure of what to think or feel at that moment. That was not how he had expected this to go.

Maybe he was wrong, maybe you - no. He wasn’t wrong, he was a lot of things but not wrong. Your eyes were just like his, mirroring them almost exactly.

You were his soulmate.

And yet you didn’t believe you had one.

He was going to change your mind…hopefully.

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You didn't look back until you were home and alone. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest and your mind was racing.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, taking in your wild and frazzled appearance before staring at your eyes. You'd looked at them a hundred million times before but never like this. Dark brown but golden and honeyed with flecks of warmth. They'd always been unique and you'd never see another pair before.

And yet…maybe you'd just met your soulmate. It wasn't totally out of the question, right? The universe usually worked to push soulmates together. Maybe that was what was happening now? Maybe - no.

You hadn't even seen his eyes. What if he was just making a comment about yours? But…you'd felt so drawn to him, so safe and comfortable without hesitation. Like your heart felt at home.

You gasped out loud at the revelation. After so long of searching and waiting and hoping you actually have a soulmate, your wish might have come true.

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"I know," the Mandalorian looked at his son and sighed in exasperation, "I didn't know what to do in the moment."

Understanding babbles met his ears as he picked Grogu up and started to walk to his bedroom. He settled him gently in his bed and looked at him fondly, "perhaps I am wrong-"

Grogu blinked at him owlishly, absolutely telling him off. The little one was far wiser than people gave him credit for.

"Even if I am not, I can't just…" he waved his hand around, at a loss for words, "I have to figure it out. If I even see her again."

He bade his small son a good evening, mind anymore but in the present moment. When he walked into the fresher, he stood in front of the mirror and studied himself. He looked the same as always, or so he supposed, as he didn't tend to look extremely closely most days, but his eyes seemed to stand out a little more.

With hands braced on the counter, he leaned and looked at their color and depth. There was no mistaking it - you had the same eyes.

You were his soulmate.

Now he just had to convince you of the same…somehow.

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Several days passed before you came across the Mandalorian alone. You felt relieved at not having seen him, but felt an even larger rush of relief when you did see him.

He found outside of the small shop you worked, his son in tow. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of them. Oh. Something was definitely going on.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing he said as he looked at him in surprise, "for the other day. I didn't mean to scare you off."

"It's okay," you promised softly, "I'm sorry for how I acted too. I shouldn't have…done that."

“You were scared,” he hated the idea that you were scared in general but especially of him. He felt the urge and pull to protect you, and he’d vowed to himself to do that, whether you accept him at your side or from a distance, “I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t scared so much as…surprised,” you shrugged sheepishly, “no one’s ever said anything about my eyes before so I just assumed that you were…anyways, it doesn’t matter.”

“You can tell me,” he gently encouraged you, desperate for you to say the words he was yearning to hear, “you don’t have to be worried.”

“I shouldn’t have assumed that you were going to say you were my soulmate,” your cheeks warmed up and you bit the inside of your cheek, keeping your gaze focused on the ground, “I don’t think that person exists. It’s been so many turns that I’m sure I would have met them already.”

“And what if I told you I was?” that piqued your interest and you looked at him in wonder. Your lips formed a pretty little pout and he couldn’t help but already dream of kissing them.

“I wouldn’t believe you,” you admitted quickly, “it would be too…I can’t see your eyes. How would I know without seeing you? I know you cannot take off your helmet in front of me, Din Djarin. I’d be going on your word only.”

“I would not lie to you-”

“I want to believe that you would not,” more so you didn’t want to be some sort of mistake because that might crush your heart, “as far as my understanding goes, you can only show your face to your spouse or children.”

“You are correct,” really he was ready to whip off the mask and show you his face but he refrained, “let me prove it to you.”

You laughed, a lovely, magical sound that went straight to his heart, “you want to prove you are my soulmate?”

“I do,” he promised with a fervent nod, “because I am not wrong.”

“Say you manage to… convince me that you are right,” you articulated a lot when you spoke, a trait that he found endlessly endearing, “and we…marry or whatever allows me to see you fully and we find out we’re not soulmates, what then? Have we wasted our time on each other and set up the possibility for a lifetime of broken hearts?”

“You think people who are not soulmates can fall in love?”

“I believe that anyone can fall in love,” you shrugged, “there have been instances when soulmates weren’t right for each other.”

“And what if we fall in love despite not being soulmates?”

“What if we did and then one day one of us meets our intended soulmate?” you hated that idea almost as much as you disliked the idea that he wasn’t your soulmate, “that might be even worse.”

“We would have to figure it out then,” he mused in agreement, “but you don’t have to worry - that will not happen.”

“You are so convinced,” you did enjoy his persistence, you would not deny that, “are you always right? Or just stubborn?”

“Perhaps a bit of both,” you looked into the black T of his visor and you just knew that he had a smile on face, “what do you say? Let me try to show you.”

You inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling. This was a lot he was asking of you, but also a lot he was doing as well. But you couldn’t deny the pull you felt towards him either…maybe that was something after all.

“Yes,” you whispered softly, “show me.”

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And show he did.

It started out slowly at first, the two of you forming a friendship that felt so natural and easy - like you’d always been friends. The two of you had a lot in common, but were also very different but found that you fit together almost perfectly. One of the things you both shared was the love for his son. And Grogu loved you just as much in return.

You realized soon just how very much you cared for them the first time they left to go on a job. The idea of them being gone for any amount of time was enough to make your heart ache, but it wasn’t like you could do anything. You had thought about asking to go with them but he quickly shut that idea down; he insisted you stay behind where it was safe and he knew you’d be taken care of. He promised the next time he was certain there was no danger you could go with them.

You never argued and the few times you had disagreements it was over something silly or trivial, and it was resolved quickly. You liked being around the two of them and found yourself always gravitated towards them as they often did to you.

They were gone for a little over two weeks; you felt like a part of you had gone with them and you were left to wait and wander listlessly. When they got back you almost refused to leave them.

You’d experienced such a pull towards the Mandalorian from the start and that feeling was only growing, day by day and bit by bit. Part of you was ready to give in and admit that he had been right from the start but another part of you was still scared to have everything fall apart. So you danced around each other, but over time it was becoming harder and hard to ignore. Something was going to have to give.

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And something did, about a year after you’d meet the strange Mandalorian and his son.

“I-I think you might be right,” the two of you were sitting around a fire in the backyard, enjoying the cool shift of summer into fall. Grogu still had enough energy to be running around and playing with some stray lothcats. Din regarded you curiously, tilting his head in your direction.

“About what?” you knew that he knew exactly what you were talking about. You huffed lightly before gesturing vaguely. He wasn’t going to give you the easy way out on this one.

“Stop,” you buried your face in your hands, feeling butterflies flutter wildly in your tummy as you tried to tone down your nerves, “you know what I mean.”

“I do,” he nodded in agreement, “but I want to hear you say it. Please.”

“I think you are my soulmate,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear over the merrily crackling fire. For a moment he almost wasn’t sure if you’d said anything but he heard you loud and clear. When he remained silent you began to panic…maybe he’d changed his mind and just hadn’t told you. You swallowed thickly and tried to get a read on him, “say something, Din, please.”

“What made you change your mind?” he slowly rose to his full height before walking over to you and sitting down at your side. You could practically feel the excited but nervous energy flowing off him. You shifted slightly so you could face him, “hmm?”

“It’s just…everything,” you reached up and touched his helmet, right where his cheek would be, “I think I’ve always known. When I didn’t realize.”

“Are you not afraid of being wrong?” but he didn’t ask it in a cruel way. He was genuinely curious and wanted to make sure you knew the potential implications of what you were saying.

“I was,” you confessed softly, “but I realized that even if for some reason, we weren’t…that whatever we had was still real. But I’m also sure you’ve been right all along.”

And yeah. It was all really real.

“Do you trust me?” this time he touched your face, after pulling off his gloves and letting his warm skin touch yours. You’d gotten peeks of his skin here and there but having him touch you so tenderly was an entirely different thing. He’d grown more physically affectionate with you over time, but something about this felt so different, “even if-”

“I do,” you leaned into his touch as he brushed his thumb over your cheek, “I trust you more than anyone else. I think the rest, Din Djarin, is up to you.”

“It is not just up to me to decide if we should marry,” he insisted gently, “you have to be part of that decision as well. I’m sure, cyar’ika, you know what my answer is.”

Your whole expression softened as you looked at him and nodded softly, “I want that too.”

“Even if you haven’t seen the proof yet?”

“Even if I haven’t seen the proof,” you laughed softly, “I know you’re right.”

He put his hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “close your eyes.”

You wanted to protest, to give him a little bit of push back as you loved to do. But this time you decided not to do it, to just go with it. You breathed out softly before closing your eyes. He pulled his hand away from your face and you frowned at the loss of his touch. It was quiet for a moment before you heard him moving around and setting something down. Oh.

Your heart was beating so wildly it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

“Open your eyes.”

You inhaled sharply, taking a moment to breathe before doing as he said. Slowly you opened your eyes and you were pretty sure you stopped breathing.

Looking back at you was a sight you had never expected to see - your own eyes reflected in your soulmate’s face.

You gasped in surprise before leaning in and taking his face in your hands. He’d been right this whole time; he’d always been meant for you. You’d been made for each other.

“Wow,” the whisper escaped your lips despite your best efforts and Din couldn’t help but chuckle fondly. He turned his face slightly and pressed a kiss to your palm, “your eyes…you were right. Maker. You’re so handsome…on top of everything else.”

“I told you I’d prove it to you,” he sounded even more golden and honeyed when he was unmasked. You could definitely get used to hearing it for the rest of time, “do you believe me now?”

“Yes,” you beamed at him, “I think I did from the beginning, even if I didn’t fully realize it. But wait - your face! We - we’re not-”

“Will you marry me?” he asked and you nodded without hesitation, “then I believe this is allowed.”

“Says who?” your eyes widened as he grinned at you.

“Says me,” he leaned in so his lips were almost brushing against yours. Your heart felt like it was going to burst with pure unadulterated happiness, “what do you say?”

“Yes. A million times yes.”

“Then I have one more question for you,” he ghosted his fingers along your jaw as you made a small sound, “may I kiss you?”

And you definitely knew the answer to that, just like you’d known all along.

“Yes.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x fem!reader #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #din djarin imagine #din djarin one shot

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besaya-glantaya · 8 months

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In an attempt to exorcise these thoughts from my brain (this movie has taken up residence in my soul), here is an incomplete list of the things I notice and love in Red White and Royal Blue.

1. Henry staring in utter disbelief at the frosting-covered whiskey tumbler Alex plops distractedly into his hand whilst pawing ineffectually at the mess all over Henry's shoulder. Comedy gold.

2. Nora pretending she doesn't know either of them and hiding her face as they scuffle in front the cake.

3. How Alex has Henry literally in his pocket while talking turkey.

4. During Henry's "what does it mean" crisis talk over The Kiss, the entire scene is dressed in bi flag colours. Nora is in pink, Alex in blue, with a purple poster in the background.

5. The soft "whoa" of the white house staffer, who walks into Nora's office just in time to hear her ask Alex: "How many guys have you been with?" She hesitates, stunned, and then looks as if she'd like the ground to open up and swallow her now, thank you very much.

6. His Royal Hardness making flustered small talk with the UK Prime Minister and the US President, while the FSOTUS goes in for a cheeky squeeze. You ridiculous, giddy, fools.

7. Ellen's exasperated "my son thinks he's a fucking comedian" look in reply to Alex's "The night is young, Ma" and his shit eating grin, before diplomatically, and very sensibly, removing the British PM from the vicinity of these two horny idiots.

8. Alex's warm and teasing delivery of "Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?" after Henry says he's "as gay as a maypole." Boy is smitten.

9. When Henry invites Alex to the charity polo match, his initial awkward nerves transition to fond derision when Alex's tells him, crestfallen, that he doesn't know how to play polo. Bless.

10. Henry on a horse. Very much in agreement with Alex on this one.

11. The interleaved editing of the polo match and tack room shenanigans. It reminds me strongly of the interlaced 'what if' scene in Steven Sodenburg's Out of Sight, which is executed at a far slower pace but delivers that same feel of two people being inexorably drawn to each other, almost as if events are fated to happen.

12. The lighting in the Paris cafe scene. God damn those are two beautiful men.

13. Henry's gleefuly bashful admission of innuendo in the Paris cafe. He's just given Alex his full Royal name, but its Henry Fox that's in control here and he's revelling in bringing every moment of his inner fantasies to life.

14. The heartbreaking disconnect between their two perspectives in the Paris walk scene.

That's some bullshit

It's my life

Doesn't mean you have to accept it

Alex has spent his life pushing defiantly against societal expectations. Henry has spent his life weighed down by them, isolated in a way that Alex only barely grasps.

15. I wish, with all my heart, that the fairytale political landscape of this movie was real.

16. The entirety of the morning after scene in the hotel room during the DNC is perfection and Zahra is the MVP. Matthew Lopez said he had no idea he was going to get that mini panic attack from Sarah Shahi and kudos to Sarah for that perfomance. Inspired.

17. How quickly and assertively Alex say "No" to Zarah's "would it make any difference if I told you not to see him again?"

18. The way Zarah says "Everytime I see you, it takes another year off my life." This phrase plays on loop in my brain during shitty work meetings.

19. The coming out scene with Alex and his Mom. A joyous balm for those of us who never got to experience that with our own parents.

20. Forehead touches. Ugh.

21. My brother in Christ, sharpen your knives Oscar, what did that pepper do to deserve that?

22. The catatonic state of sadness that Henry exists in after swimming away from Alex. My heart hurts.

23. The pride flags in the crowd outside Buckingham Palace. Again, can we all have this universe, pretty please?

24. The way Henry takes Alex's hand with such ease in public after the election win. If only Paris Henry could see you now.

[Exorcism sequel here]

#red white and royal blue #prince henry rwrb #rwrb film #rwrb thoughts #alex claremont diaz #rwrb #first prince #henry fox #red white and royal blue movie #myrwrbthoughts

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dragonfly0808 · 4 months

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How Daphne Haunts the Narrative

I love the concept of a character haunting the narrative. Just… ugh I can’t even explain it.

My favorite examples of this are Sejannus and Lucy Gray in the Hunger Games.

I always found the concept of Daphne to be a very interesting one in the OG, this girl who was a Nymph and an amazing fairy sacrificing it all for her sister and winding up a ghost in a lake.

But I felt like that concept was never used to it’s full potential.

So… I tried to do just that.

In my rewrite, Daphne is almost this larger-than-life entity. She wasn’t just Bloom’s sister.

She was an amazing fairy in her own right, she was a Nymph and the best Guardian of the Dragon Flame that’d been seen in centuries. On top of all of that, she was a dedicated Princess.

That’s part of what makes her tragic, she was the best, and she was still taken down.

Now, Daphne’s situation isn’t what I would call a proper haunting of the narrative, but she’s definetly very present in the way that, in some way or another, almost everything leads back to her.

Bloom is haunted by the idea of having to live up to Daphne, the more she learns about her sister the more she feels like she won’t be able to do just that.

Bloom’s haunted by the memory everyone has of her sister, everyone who remembers Daphne has an insane level of respect for her and misses her dearly. That’s something that can intimidate Bloom from time to time and even make her jealous.

Then, there’s the fact that, if Domino hadn’t fallen and Daphne hadn’t been cursed, then Bloom wouldn’t even be a fairy in the first place.

Daphne gave up, not just the Flame but also a big part of her own power in order to keep Bloom safe and give her the power she would need to be the Guardian of the Flame.

Due to this, Bloom is haunted by guilt and resentment. Guilt due to the fact that pretty much everything she has could technically be seen as something that was ‘taken’ from Daphne. There comes the guilt, which then meets… resentment. Guilty resentment towards Daphne for giving her the Flame and being the action that drops the dominoes towards arguably every bad thing in Bloom’s life.

So, Bloom’s view and relationship of/with Daphne, is complicated to say the least.

This is something I love, since it allows for Bloom’s complex feelings to turn into something that I feel a lot of little sisters can relate to, just the confusion of loving and adoring your sister but also feeling jealousy and resentment and just, not being sure whether you should be like them and trying to be your own person when you have the same teachers… I think it’s kinda relatable in a way. If you take away all the magical shenanigans of course.

This is how Daphne haunts Bloom specifically, but this is named after the narrative, so how does Daphne haunt the very narrative of Veiled Wings?

That, is a very interesting question that has a bit of a complicated answer.

There are two ways in which Daphne haunts the narrative.

The first is ala Star Wars; the story ‘rhyming’. I don’t know if you’ve watched this very old interview with George Lucas but he said something along the lines of “the story rhymes”, what this means is that the same beats occur in the story, in opposite or contrasting ways. They ‘rhyme’.

This is what happens with Daphne and Bloom, in a sense, their stories rhyme.

Both grow up a bit lonely, both find their heart and soul in Alfea. Both make life-long friends there. Bloom finds her connections with fellow fairies while Daphne preffered witches and warlocks and Palladins.

They meet Tabitha and Stella, both with similar personalities but opposite powers. Avalon and Timmy, with the same habit of diving head first into research about anything they’re passionate about and being just a little (unapologetically) weird.

Then there’s their romances. Both Daphne and Bloom have tragedies as romances. Daphne and Valtor started off great, it was their ending that was oh so tragic. While, for Bloom and Sky, it’s Valtor that turns them into a tragedy in the middle of their relationship.

Politea and Selina, both dear friends lost to inner darkness.

Bloom’s story parallels a lot of Daphne’s. (Even if a lot of it is stuff that I just made up that hasn’t really been mentioned or explained).

The second way in which Daphne haunts the narrative, is that, like I mentioned before, almost everything leads back to Daphne in some way or another.

A lot of the villains or people we encounter have ties to her or are situations that she began/participated in in some kind of way.

Darkar was created in part due to Daphne. Darkar attacks Daphne, in turn, Valtor curses him and he becomes the red skeleton we know and love. Daphne is his origin story.

Before Bloom fought Icy, Daphne fought Icy’s cousin and her coven, who was the first to awaken the Ancestral Witches spirit. That is one parallel that I really like just, adding to the fight even if neither Icy nor Bloom are fully aware of the history of previous family also fighting.

Teachers we know (Griselda, Tabitha and Avalon most of all though Codatorta and Palladium also fall here) were once friends with Daphne.

Valtor’s entire reason for fighting is avenging and trying to bring back Daphne. And of course, the Ancestral Witches are locked away in time back in Domino as Daphne’s final act as a warrior.

The end of Daphne’s story sets up the world the Winx start off in.

In a sense, all roads lead back to her.

The narrative can’t escape Daphne’s past actions, her choices, her story rhymes with Bloom’s and a lot of what happens in the story happens due to Daphne’s past and things that she once did.

I always felt like she was never fully utilized in the OG show and I really wanted to have her be a nearly constant presence, I wanted her to be perhaps even more than a ghost.

And thus, the idea of her haunting the narrative and Bloom.

#Veiled wings anniversary #veiled wings and shattered panoramas #winx club #winx rewrite #winx #winx headcannon #winx fanfic #winx headcanons #winx club rewrite #winx daphne #winx bloom #winx valtor

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theydonthavenames · 2 years

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Can I just quickly point out how Netflix and the rest fucked with us with the stills and trailer they released. They showed us everything yet we knew nothing and made us believe in exactly opposite of what happened. Have a look.

Didn't we all think here shit oh shit Simon is so happy vibing with his new bf at the party. RIP Wilmon, let Sircus reign. Well in the exhibit above the petty little gay bitch is making his almost-ex boyfriend intentionally jealous af and he was winning at it (or rather loosing as we found out later). And that smirk? Nothing to do with Markus, sorry not sorry.

Awww such a cute bff moment. Pahahaha. Little did we know we were about to be hit in the face with the biggest cringe moment of the season. I remember one or two souls saying well they look a bit sus cuddling on a bed like that, and the rest (including me) shouted noo! beauty of platonic friendship! We were played my friends. Lol. Just lol.

Look at this sequence. We thought first day back at school? Reunion moment? What is Simon smiling like that for? Well he's about to break our hearts in two and mend us again at the same time. That includes Wille, actually. We had no idea. Neither did Wille.

The speech makes me lol as well. I don't think anyone was too excited about it. Everyone thought yeah another princely thingy, some shit speech, yawn, whatever. My ass! Who cried at the shitty boring speech? I'll go first 🙋‍♀️

Look at them, some dirty villain-to-half villain deal about to commence. The only dirtiness that commenced was in August's bedroom. And it was actually cute and fluffy af. This must be my most favourite twist this season.

Blue lights in the mirror? Finally August is about to be taken by the police!!! Yeah, party police. Let's move on.

Ohhh Sara baby what's wrong? Are you sad? Is Hillerska treating you badly? Are you having anxiety attack? Did someone hurt you? Listen people, she was horny. For August. Out of all the people. Seriously, wtf Netflix?!?!

I was obsessed with this pic. Aww Wilmon having such a cute couple moment, they're out and proud at Hillerska, not a secret anymore. Nope. Simon just momentarily forgotten he doesn't love Wille anymore and is supposed to move on but then he remembers it and jumps away coz he probably saw Markus looking at them like ???? Still a cute little moment.

Wille on the table, Wille on the table! They all cheer because all Hillerska ship Wilmon too! Not quite. All they ship is their own asses and maybe some heteronormativity. (Is that even a word?) Ugh.

Who's that???? Oh shit that's Markus. Must be Markus. Wille bumped into him at Simon's house 😱 Wille looks sad. I'm so stressed!!! Chill out people, it's only Simon. And Wille's just about to announce he can give up the throne for him. Nothing exciting, you know, just some domestic couple stuff.

And this moment? Looks serious. Simon looks sad? Is he comforting Wille? Has someone died? Well the only person who died at that moment was me okay?

They fucked with us. Or our clowning backfired. Decide for yourself.

#wilmon #young royals #young royals trailer #young royals season two #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #edvin ryding #omar rudberg #young royals netflix

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shallow-seas-we-sail · 1 year

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Lena presses her hip into the side of the sink and crosses her arms. The bathroom is sticky and humid; her hair is beginning to curl outwards and she has been listening to Sam ramble on about her date for nearly twenty minutes as she wastes all of her hot water.

“So, what's her name?” Lena asks as she turns and raises her hand, drawing little hearts into the foggy glass over the bathroom sink, “You’ve told me every other sordid detail. Things I won't be able to erase from my mind without some advancement in technology or a bullet.”

She can hear Sam hum from behind the frosted glass of the stall, “Alex,” she says stretching the two syllables of her name. It sounds disgustingly like she is waking up in the warm, early light of morning, easing herself out of a beautiful dream.

Gross.

“We didn’t even make it past drinks,” Sam says, “It’s like we both just felt this pull. And the next thing I know I’m on the back of her motorcycle, and we are heading back to her place.”

Lena shifts her weight when she hears the water turn off, and reaches for the towel hanging on the hook behind the door as Sam cracks open the shower door and sticks out a wet hand. She hands her friend the towel and leans back against the bathroom sink.

“It was..” Sam starts as she pushes open the shower door and steps out, towel wrapped securely around her, “I’ve never felt that kind of connection with someone. It was just...” she trails off as she comes up beside Lena and swipes her hand through the condensation on the mirror and breaks a few dozen little hearts, “amazing.”

Lena turns and catches her friend's gaze in the mirror reflecting back at her, and Sam looks absolutely smitten; kind of dumbstruck and glowing and not a thought behind those dark eyes beyond Alex.

Lena can’t help but to roll her eyes a little.

“I’m happy you got laid.”

Sam shakes her head as she reaches for her toothbrush, “It wasn’t just that. We made love.”

Lena can barely hold back the snort in the back of her throat at that and Sam bumps her shoulder into hers, “I’m serious. It felt like she was touching my soul. Jesus, is this what it feels like to be you?”

Lena picks up her toothbrush and actually scoffs at that, “I’ve seen you come back from multiple one night stands, giddy from the dopamine rush of multiple orgasms and ready to peel the paint off the walls from the lack of them.”

Sam squirts a glob of toothpaste onto her own toothbrush and turns on the water, “Yeah, and this wasn’t that. I mean, the orgasms were. They were...” Sam shakes her head as she sticks her toothbrush into her mouth, “earth shattering. I feel bad for her neighbors.”

Okay, Lena gets that. She still can’t look the Saturday night cleaning crew in the eye a week later after her first encounter with Kara.

“Can you get off the fact that I’m some soggy, touch-starved bottom looking for love from any girl that passes her on the street? Because I’m not,” Lena states, shoving her own toothbrush into her mouth.

“Can you get off any other way? Because you can’t,” Sam shoots back.

“Just because I want a connection and affirmation in my relationships doesn’t mea-”

“Affirmations? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Sam says out of the side of her mouth before dipping her head and spitting, “A praise kink by any other name...” she trails off.

“Be a good girl and step out so I can change,” Sam purrs into the bristly head of her toothbrush and Lena’s face screws up into a sour expression.

“Ugh, ew. Shut up.”

continue on ao3 or

Sam smirks and Lena finishes brushing her teeth in silence, and only reluctantly lets her friend join her in her bedroom for a sleepover when Sam returns from changing, hovering in the bathroom doorway with a pouting lip, arms outstretched, making grabby hands and spouting apologies.

“I know family is an icky word to you, but you’re like a sister. I only give you a hard time because I love you,” Sam says, throwing back a corner of the blankets as she settles into the bed beside Lena. She pushes into her side, and loops her arm through Lena’s as she rests her head on her shoulder.

“I have a date tomorrow, but I want you to third wheel it with me and meet Alex.”

Lena rolls her eyes, “That is going to make it so weird.”

Sam shakes her head, “I want my sister to meet my future wife.”

“Oh my god,” Lena groans as she reaches out and shuts off the light on her bedside table, “Your future wife?”

“Mhm,” Sam hums sleepily in the dark, “and you’re going to be my maid of honor and I’m going to have her babies and Ruby is going to be a big sister. I planned it all out on my Uber ride here.”

Lena smiles at that; the idea of a beaming Sam at the altar, beautiful in white with big, shiny eyes staring at her wife. She doesn’t expect the little pinch of jealousy in her chest as Sam sinks down in the bed, pulling Lena along with her as she stretches out.

“It’s an art gallery thingy tomorrow, so wear that green dress. It makes your ass look great,” Sam says quietly, and as if reading Lena’s mind adds, “maybe you’ll meet your future wife. Then we can double date and double marry and have babies and raise our tiny humans together.”

Lena closes her eyes and tries not to hope.

Obsidian North.

Lena swears she’s seen it before. Perhaps in one of the hundred grant proposals that cross her desk every quarter, but she honestly doesn’t know, or frankly, care. This is decidedly not an art gallery thing, and Lena fights back the urge to grind her teeth at the audacious asshole gallery that she has walked into instead. Sam is a ball of anxious energy beside her, tugging Lena none so gently across the room, in between throngs of celebrity faces and tech moguls. She catches a glimpse of Elon out of the corner of her eye talking to a very uninterested Dwayne Johnson and Lena vaguely wonders if the steep drop of Tesla stock over the past few days is the cause for his neck brace rather than the CatCo fiasco the previous week.

Whatever the case is, Lena is happy to buy up all the tickets to this asshole’s downfall and is content to sit back and watch him burn through forty-four billion dollars for a bird app that won’t stop crashing while his trash lithium battery empire goes up in flames like one of his Model 3’s.

But then Sam comes to an abrupt stop, which sends Lena nearly crashing into her side.

“There she is,” Sam says in that stupid, dreamy tone from the night before, and Lena scans the room before her eyes settle on a redhead at the bar.

And, shit, Lena may not know the name of the company she walked into, but she does at least remember the stoic redhead that crashed the CatCo dinner last weekend and spent ten minutes arguing with a flustered Cat Grant in the center of an active crime scene.

Lena clears her throat and nods her head towards the bar, “Then go get your girl.”

Sam smiles at that and glances in Lena’s direction, “That’s my girl,” she says with a bubble of excitement, “Okay, yeah,” Sam dips her head and flattens her hands down her dress, ironing out imaginary winkles.

“How do I look?”

“Disgustingly in love.” Lena quips, and pushes her friend playfully in the shoulder, “Go. I’ll order a drink down at the bar and then casually meet you in five minu-..” but Sam is already gone, slipping into the crowd towards the bar when Lena hears her name float up from behind her.

“Lena?”

A breath constricts in the center of her chest, and Lena tries to convince herself that maybe she is just hearing things in between the drone of conversations happening around her, but then she feels a hand on her shoulder and hears her name again, a little more confident sounding this time and with an accent she hasn’t heard hang on to it in years.

“Lena, oh my god. That is you!”

And then suddenly Lena is spinning on her heels against her will towards a voice and Andrea is there, eyes wide and smile beaming like she didn’t drag Lena and her heart over a trail of open coals years ago. No, she’s looking at Lena in some sort of soft adoration that settles under her skin in all the wrong ways.

Lena opens her mouth and blinks dumbly a few times and somewhere in the foggy shock of her mind she is vaguely aware she is gawking.

“I know,” Andrea says casually, flipping her hands, “it’s been years. Goddamn, you look amazing,” her eyes flickering up and down Lena’s body, “was that Sam I saw with you?”

Finally, Lena’s brain jump starts and she nods dumbly, “Uh, yea-” she chuckles incredulously, “I’m sorry, what are you doing here?”

Andrea narrows her eyes before glancing over her shoulder towards the gold plated words in the lobby.

“This is my company. Tonight is the unveiling of our new VR product. I sent you an invite a few months ago, didn’t you get it?”

(She did; she had just given Jess strict instructions to forward any Rojas mail directly to National City landfill.)

Lena arches an eyebrow and enunciates the word as slowly as she can, “No.”

Andrea gives a stiff nod at the answer and glances down. “Of course. I should have expected as much. But you’re here now, so that’s something. I’d love to talk to you about Obsidian North Platniu-”

Lena raises her hand, effectively stopping the woman in front of her, “Andrea, frankly I don’t care. Had I known what this was, or who was holding it, I can assure you I would not have come. Don’t mistake this as an olive branch, because it isn’t.”

Yes. Lena inwardly gives herself a celebratory high five. She’s not falling for deep, brown honey eyes and a sexy accent. No, not this time.

Andrea swallows hard, “Right. I understand. It’s just-” she trails off, “Looking at you, I’m reminded of all the horrible things I’ve done. But the years have been kind, let me make it up to you.”

“Funny,” Lena says, snagging a wine glass from a server's tray as they pass by, “every time I look at you all I remember is pain.”

“We had good times,” Andrea says sweetly, dropping her voice as she takes a step into Lena’s space, causing her to roll her eyes as she takes a sip of lukewarm Chardonnay, “Come to dinner with me.”

Lena drops the glass from her lips as Andrea takes another step closer; dangerously close, and brings her hand up, lightly gripping Lena’s elbow, “Just dinner.”

( Oh , the audacity of this woman after trying to siphon tens of millions out of Lena all while under the guise of a whirlwind romance. Fuck her and her fucking fuckton of nerve.)

Goosebumps prick up along Lena’s arm (decidedly not the good kind), and she takes a step back, nearly colliding with a solid form that has suddenly appeared behind her. The glass in her hand jostles, but a warm, steady presence is there, cradling her arm in one hand and resting a hand on her hip with the other.

“Hey, babe. There you are,” Kara says sweetly, dipping her head and pressing a kiss to Lena’s cheek, “ Play along,” she whispers discreetly as she pulls away.

Right. Yeah. Lena can play along because what else is she going to do? This is absolutely her life right now.

The sly smirk pulling at Andrea’s lips suddenly falters before anchoring down in a straight line, “ Oh,”

Lena turns her head and is met with a confident smile from Kara, who looks not only pleased with herself for the sudden interruption, but whose eyes are unabashedly focused on Lena as though she is the only person in the room, and Lena feels like she might fall into those pools of dark blue and be devoured.

And god, what a way to go.

“I was just at the bar getting our drinks,” Kara says before turning her focus to Andrea and extending her hand, “I’m Kara, the girlfriend.”

(Those goosebumps are back, and are decidedly the good kind this time around.)

“Andrea Rojas,” she says, taking Kara’s hand in a weak shake that somehow only involves the tips of her fingers.

(Lena is impressed at the cordial display of only minimal bitchiness on Andrea’s behalf.)

“ The woman of the hour,” Kara quips, “I’d love to get an exclusive if you have some time. I work with CatCo and Ms. Grant loves a good story with a woman in charge,” Kara says, dropping her hand from Lena’s arm and slipping it into her pants pocket, “I’ve got a business card here if you just gimme a seco-”

Andrea waves off Kara’s effort, “That won’t be necessary,” she says, suddenly becoming interested in the watch on her wrist, “Right now I have a speech to make, so if you’ll excuse me.”

Kara keeps her hand snuggly in her pocket, and slips her arm a little more securely around Lena’s waist, pulling her close, “Right, of course.”

Lena doesn’t think she’s ever seen Andrea retreat so quickly (or her ego bruised so badly.) She slinks her way through the crowd, bumping into bodies before finally getting pushed up against an eager Elon who is balancing three small plates of appetizers in his hands. He mumbles something through a mouthful of cocktail shrimp before Andrea lets go of a frustrated yowl, smacking the plates out of his hand and causing the room to grow quiet as a sea of celebrity heads turn.

Andrea storms off, and Elon just stands there, stunned, confused and forever stupid. Benign chatter starts back up and Lena can’t help but laugh. She turns into Kara’s side, resting her head momentarily against her shoulder before looking up. Kara’s eyes are crinkled at the corners behind dark frames as she laughs along with Lena, and god, she loves this woman.

(And it’s just that fucking simple , isn’t it? And so what if it’s only been a week? Time constraints be damned. Kara has bloomed in the walls of Lena's heart and she honestly couldn’t root her out if she tried.)

“Where did you come from?” Lena asks and Kara hums.

“Super hearing,” she says, bringing her hand up and tapping her ear, “and it sounded like you were having a terrible time.”

Understatement of the year.

“I’m having a much better time now, so thank you.” Lena says so dumbly that she can't believe those cheesy words somehow tumble out of her mouth.

“Yeah?” Kara asks, turning fully towards Lena and dips her head, bringing her lips dangerously close to Lena’s, “so am I.”

Kiss me, kiss me skips and repeats in Lena’s head and she can feel the warm puffs of air against her lips and Lena is damn near ready to plead because she really really deserves this after being dragged by her best friend to what is most likely some grift job by her ex-girlfriend and Lena just wants to maybe be held in strong, warm arms and watch Is It Cake? with a possibly, maybe future girlfriend who somehow keeps showing up at the most opportune times in her life.

(So, please god, if you’re listening, Lena Luthor deserves a kiss.)

“But really, where did you come from?” Lena breathes out as Kara’s nose brushes against her own softly, “Or are you eavesdropping on me for any awkward interactions with my exes?”

Kara chuckles at that before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Lena’s mouth, “Once upon a time from beyond the stars, but now I’m from here and there,” Kara says, turning her head and motioning towards the bar, “I was getting a drink and overheard you. I hope I didn’t impose, unless-”

Kara’s expression suddenly shifts, serious and concerned, “You wanted to go to dinner with your very evil ex-girlfriend?”

Lena snorts and rolls her eyes and pushes a hand playfully into the blonde's shoulder, “You’re insufferable,” she huffs, “and no, I would rather not. But with you, I’d consider it.”

She doesn’t mean to bring up the idea of a date; it just sorta slips out and Lena fears she has made a grave miscalculation. What if this is just a fling? What if this is just a bit of fun for Kara and-

“I’d love that.” Kara cuts right through Lena’s self sabotaging brain, bringing it to a merciful, sputtering stop.

“You promise your phone will be charged if I give you a call to make plans or-” Kara starts in with a bright smile.

“Oh, ha ha ,” Lena deadpans, “literal genius can’t keep her phone charged.”

Kara shrugs and takes a step back as she offers her hand to Lena, “It’s like, the number one rule of phone sex,”

Lena tsks and rolls her eyes playfully as Kara begins to lead them back towards the bar. Jeff Bezos gives a weak wave before slinking away into the crowd behind a stiff talking Zuckerberg. When they pull up beside the bar, Lena can see Sam’s head thrown back in laughter a few people down.

“Scotch neat,” Kara says, raising a finger towards the bartender as she leans against the edge of the bar, and honestly, Lena isn’t sure how she looks this good in a simple checkered navy button up and forest green slacks. Maybe it’s because the fabric strains just enough against her arms, accentuating the muscles there, or because one button is undone just right, leaving just enough of the strong line of her neck exposed, but Lena is a little flushed and it isn’t from the glass of wine that nearly fell out of her hands. Her body is a traitor along with her heart.

“Do you really work for Cat Grant?” Lena asks as the bartender slides a glass of amber liquid in front of her.

Kara hums and nods her head, “Yeah. I used to be her assistant, but now she is throwing me some writing job crumbs here and there in between fetching her lattes.”

Lena brings the glass to her lips, sipping in the smooth, peaty drink, “And Obsidian North is one of those crumbs?”

Kara dips her head and chuckles before straightening and turning towards Lena, “Yeah, but I’m not sure I’m going to score that interview now.”

“I can put in a good word for you,” Lena offers sweetly.

“Even if it means going to dinner with your evil ex?” Kara counters, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

Lena stalls, narrowing her eyes in faux consideration, “Yes, even if it means going to dinner with my evil ex, but how about I do you one better? I’ll give you an exclusive,”

Kara’s look suddenly shifts, taken aback and unsure, “I couldn’t ask you for that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” Lena replies with a soft smile, one that Kara reflects back at her.

“You’re too good to me,” Kara says, her voice dropping as she takes a step closer, “How can I repay you?”

And oh , that warm feeling; it’s kicked up and simmering just under Lena’s skin now, so she may as well lay it all out on the line.

“You could start by finding us a quiet place for that exclusive,” Lena says, tilting her head with a sly smile, eyes flickering across the blonde's face.

“Mhm, and then?” Kara asks as she raises her hand and trails the tips of her fingers up Lena’s forearm and honestly, Lena is determined to give this woman anything she asks for; an exclusive, her soul, her first born child, their initials etched in the center of a heart on the surface of the moon with a precision laser.

Whatever, all she needs to do is ask.

“Lena! There you are!” Sam shouts, her arms raised with one hand firmly clasped in the hand of the woman she is pulling beside her through the crowd. She bumps into Kara as she comes to a stop and gives her a quick once over before mouthing “she’s hot” in Lena’s direction.

“This is Alex. Alex, this is my best friend, Lena,” she says in a rushed breath.

Alex extends her hand, which Lena takes in a stiff handshake. The red head's face is unreadable and an icy feeling begins to take root in Lena’s stomach as she finally motions towards Kara, “I see you’ve met my sister.”

Lena’s eyes widen at that, “I have, yes,” she says, turning her head towards Kara who is suddenly interested in adjusting her glasses, her own eyes wide behind them.

An uneasy heaviness settles in the air, and Sam’s eyes dart between Lena and Kara and then cut towards Alex.

“Wait. What is happening here?” Sam finally breaks the silence.

“I think Alex may already know who I am,” Lena wagers, “which means that you probably already know that I know who Kara is.”

“Also,” Kara cuts in, “you ditched me on sister night.”

(Lena isn’t sure how that is relevant, but yeah, rude.)

Alex rolls her eyes as Sam throws her hands up, “Hold on. How does Alex know you? Who is Kara? Do I even know anyone in this situation?”

“Kara is my sister, and she is here for work,” Alex flips an annoyed hand between her sister and then towards Lena “and she’s a Luthor, how could I not know who she is? Caused a bit of a fiasco at the CatCo dinner,” she finally says with a resentful tone, and okay that’s fair, but Lena isn’t Lillian and she sure as hell isn’t Lex. She’s not playing special forces with Cadmus or running a literal Legion of Doom.

“In all fairness, her mother caused a ‘ bit of a fiasco at the CatCo dinner .’ You have the wrong Luthor in your crosshairs,” Sam cuts in with a firm tone.

“Do I?” Alex says, narrowing her eyes with a tilt of her head.

“Lena isn’t her brother,” Kara says with an edge of steel to her voice, “I’m a pretty good judge of character, and she is nothing like him. Or her mother. She isn’t cold or dangerous. She is too good and too smart to follow their path. Have you seen the things she has done for this city? Hell, the world? She is a hero in her own right.”

Lena turns her head slowly to find Kara staring down her sister, and god , who is this knight in a plaid shirt who thinks a pair of glasses is an adequate disguise? She is literally swooning and wants to kiss this idiotic beautiful beefcake.

And Sam, sweet, beautiful, befuddled Sam moves around from beside her date and pushes into Lena’s side, “What is happening?” she whispers, her eyes darting between the blonde and redhead who have entered into a deadly stare down, “because if she keeps this up, she might be my future ex-wife,”

Lena bites her lip and shrugs, rooted in her spot by the icy realization that things may get very ugly, very quickly.

And fuck, why can’t Lena’s life just be normal?

“God, you do this all the time, Kara,” Alex finally erupts in a petulant tone.

Kara huffs and rolls her eyes, “I do not.”

“Okay, fine,” Alex says, setting her hands on her hips and tapping a foot, “Lucy.”

“She was already working with the DEO an-”

“Mon-El.”

“Okay, he was an alien too an-”

“James.”

“Clark had already told him!” Kara exclaims, throwing her hands up.

Lena blinks, doing some quick math in her head, because she only knows one Clark, and if Kara is a reporter, and Clark is a reporter and, “I’m sorry, Clark? As in Clark Kent?”

Somehow both sisters snap yes and no in unison at each other and Lena’s world flips a hundred and eighty degrees when Kara adds, “He’s my cousin.”

OH.

Alex’s hands shoot up to her face, her fingernails leaving angry, red marks and she drags her fingers down, pulling at her cheeks and exposing the whites of her eyes as she lets out a frustrated whine.

Sam’s eyes light up, a suddenly epiphany washing over her as she turns towards Lena, “ Oh , she’s National City’s sweetheart that you fucked in your office.”

“How fucking astute,” Lena grits between her teeth.

“How are you such an idiot?” Alex mumbles under her breath and Kara’s mouth drops open in offense.

“I was in the science guild. I am a genius.”

“Yeah, but on this planet you are a pimple of the ass of stupidity,” Alex snaps as she brings her head down and focuses on her sister with a deathly glare. “Come here,” she says curtly and grabs Kara by the elbow, attempting to lead her out of the room and towards the hallway, but Kara pulls away abruptly.

“No, I’m here for work,” she says glancing towards Lena, “and right now I have an exclusive with Miss Luthor,”

And gulp , hearing her name drip with the formality from Kara’s lips does something to Lena, causing the feeling to settle low in her hips with a distinctive throb of want.

So when Kara pushes away from the bar, and sends her shoulder defiantly into her sister’s as walks by, Lena follows like a thread, reaching out blindly for Kara’s hand as they exit into a side hall, free from the judging looks from Alex (and complete bewilderment from Sam) where they are alone.

“I’m sorry about that,” Kara starts as she turns towards Lena, “she can be an assho-” but Lena won’t, hell , can’t let her finish, because she is already surging forward, lips crashing into Kara’s as she backs her into the far wall of the dim hallway. And okay, yes, Sam was right; call it what you want: affirmation, praise, whatever. This woman has come to Lena’s defense more than most people have in her lifetime in the span of a week, and Lena has melted under the warm, ever-radiating light that is simply Kara.

Lena’s tongue pushes past Kara’s lips and whatever disorientation she may have had by Lena’s bold move is quickly righted when Kara snakes her arm around her waist as her other hand slides roughly over her hip and squeezes her ass.

“Take me somewhere,” Lena husks as she breaks off the kiss, turning slightly in Kara’s arms and pressing her forehead to Kara’s temple. Kara nods as she raises her hand and pulls her glasses down the bridge of nose, surveying their surroundings quickly before jutting her chin down the corridor.

“There’s an empty conference room at the end of the hall,” Kara says in a breathy rush as she turns her head in towards Lena and brushes her nose along her own.

“Then take me,” Lena demands quietly, her hands turning into the fabric of Kara’s collar as she tugs the blonde along after her down the hall, and it is Kara’s turn to follow, dark eyes focused on Lena as she walks backwards towards the door, a hungry smile spreading across her lips. Lena can feel the cool, heavy wood against her back, and she looks over Kara’s shoulder as the blonde reaches out, pressing down the handle to see Sam peeking her head into the hall and giving two very enthusiastic thumbs up as they stumble through the threshold. Kara kicks the door behind them and it shuts with a thunderclap. Her hands are everywhere; on Lena’s hips, in her hair and cupping her face in a fevered kiss that is all lips, tongue and teeth as she backs her into the edge of the conference table in the center of the room.

“I know you said you like slow,” Lena says between kisses, her voice jumping up an octave when Kara’s hands move over her ass and underneath her thighs, hoisting her on to the edge of the table, “but-”

“I can do fast.”

That is the only reply that Lena needs as she wraps her legs around Kara’s lithe waist, her pointed heels digging into the back of strong thighs as she lowers her hands to Kara’s belt buckle. Kara’s mouth drops from her own, focusing instead on the underside of her jaw and Lena can feel the moan that reverberates against her throat when she tugs roughly, sending Kara’s hips forward between her own legs, giving the briefest moment of delicious friction as her hands move to the button and zipper of Kara’s slacks.

And for a moment Lena’s higher brain function returns from between her legs and she raises her hands, gently cupping Kara’s face and leveling her gaze with her own, and she looks as wrecked as Lena’s feels, and maybe now of all times isn’t the time to bring it up, but

“I’m sorry if I made you cross a line earlier with your sister,” Lena confesses quietly, “that wasn’t my intention.”

But Kara is already shaking her head, “ God , no. Not at all. She is a colossal pain in my ass, but I meant what I said and honestly,” Kara drops her head minutely, pressing their foreheads together, keeping her eyes locked with Lena’s and she lets go of a shaky breath, “I don’t think there is a line I wouldn’t cross for you,” she confesses quietly.

It sounds a little bit dangerous, and a lot like love, and Lena’s doesn’t have any words left, so she raises her head, bringing her lips to Kara’s in a soft kiss that grows, open mouthed, wet and hot as she drops her hands, pulling Kara’s shirt free from her slacks and sneaks her hands underneath. She runs blunt fingernails over the muscular plane of the blonde's stomach, swallowing the beautiful sounds that Kara makes in her mouth.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Kara whispers, raising her hand and capturing Lena’s wrist lightly and guiding her hand slowly down, “how wet you make me,” and Lena readjusts, turning her hand downward as Kara pushes them past the waistband of her underwear together and she feels Kara for the first time.

And fuck, she feels good; slick and warm and Lena becomes singularly focused on making this woman feel as good as she can. Kara’s hand leaves hers and comes up, tangling into her hair, tugging lightly as Lena’s presses finger to her clit and circles before dipping lower and pressing into her entrance, causing Kara’s hips to twitch forward and sending her lips crashing back into her own. Lena drags her finger up slowly before adding another, focusing on tight circles around Kara’s clit. The hand in her hair tightens, and somewhere through the heady fog in Lena’s mind, she swears she hears the sound of fingernails digging into the table, splintering the wood as Kara presses the flats of her teeth against Lena’s lips, her breathing quick and uneven and altogether unraveling under Lena’s touch.

God, it’s intoxicating.

The hand Lena has underneath the blonde’s shirt wanders, brushing the underside of her bra-clad breast before palming it completely. She rolls a stiff nipple between her thumb and finger over the fabric, causing Kara’s hips to buck as she presses her hand more firmly into the table (and yep , that is a twenty thousand mahogany conference table splintering beneath them and Lena could absolutely not care less.)

Kara’s hips begin to roll in tandem with each pass of Lena’s fingers, and she can tell she is close. She slips her hand from underneath Kara’s shirt and over her shoulder, her fingers pressing into the back of her neck as she pulls her close, her lips ghosting over Kara’s, mingling their warm breaths.

“Come for me,” Lena requests gently, and Kara’s head jerks back for a moment and she can see the unabashed bliss on her face as her eyes screw shut and she drops her head to Lena’s shoulder.

“ “ŕħåņ jû şħēđ,” Kara breaths in, turning her head and pressing her lips the side of Lena’s neck, breath hot and ragged as her body stiffens,“ čhåṽɨẳ ớṣh řŕıp”

And Lena can almost feel the words race under her skin as Kara comes hard against her fingers, her hips jerking unevenly with her release as her hand slides from her hair and down her back and around her waist, fingers digging in her hip enough to bruise.

( Jesus fuck , this woman could crack her back like a glowstick and Lena would honestly probably thank her.)

Lena begins to slow her mistrations, easing Kara through the aftershocks of her orgasm and feels the blonde release a shuddering breath against her neck, causing goosebumps to prick up along Lena’s skin. Languid kisses move from her neck to underneath her ear, across the high curve of her cheekbone, to the corner of her mouth and then her lips. Kara lets go of a dreamy sigh, and the hand at her hip slips around her waist, pulling Lena somehow impossibly closer and not close enough.

“Was that my exclusive?” Kara asks a little dazedly, “because if so, I have no notes. Ten’s across the board.”

Lena chuckles, extracting her hand and bringing it up between them and over Kara’s shoulder, interlocking slick fingers as her hands hang loosely just behind her head. Kara presses a chaste kiss to her lips and leans back just enough, and Lena decides that this is her favorite sight so far; Kara, dreamy and soft around the edges with a smile that Lena feels is reserved just for her.

It makes her heart ache in her chest just a little in the best way and Lena doesn’t mind the beat of silence that follows. She doesn’t mind how Kara’s eyes watch her or how she feels completely unguarded.

She doesn’t mind at all because it is the best she has felt.

The most loved she has felt and all the self sabotaging and self deprecating thoughts swirling in her head have fallen uncharacteristically quiet, because maybe, maybe, Kara feels the same.

“Can I ask you a question?” and Kara hums her assent as Lena twirls an errant curl around her finger that has loosened from her ponytail.

“Anything,”

“What did you say? It’s Kryptonian, I assume. But you said the same thing the other night on the phone, and I was just wondering-” Lena trails off before her nerves get the better of her and she starts on a tangent that she can’t stop (and will likely end in a love confession word salad on her end, and yikes, reel in in, Luthor .)

“Oh,” Kara breathes out as she straightens in Lena’s arms, “yeah, it’s a Kryptonian saying, but kinda gets lost in translation. I guess the easiest way to say it would be-”

Then there’s a knock at the door. Because of fucking course there is.

“Kara, open the door,” Alex’s muffled voice comes from the other side, “we have, uh, there’s a problem,”

Kara squeezes her eyes shut as she steps back from Lena’s embrace. Her hands move to her slacks as she unceremoniously begins tucking her shirt back in. Lena slides gracefully from the table and offers some reprieve, hoping to quell Kara’s embarrassment as she helps slip her belt back through her buckle.

“Yeah, gimme a second. Just finishing up.”

“Ugh, gross,” is Alex's only response.

Kara flashes a quick smile as she adjusts her glasses before pressing a quick kiss to Lena’s lips, “One second. I promise,”

“Go,” Lena says with a chuckle, pushing a hand into Kara’s shoulder, “it’s fine,”

Kara turns on her heels and is across the room in a few steps, “Yeah, here I am,” she says as she opens the door to a disapproving frown from her sister.

“I don’t want to know,” Alex relents, raising a hand as her eyes focus on Lena for a brief moment over her sister’s shoulder, “just come here,” she says, grabbing Kara by the wrist and pulling her into the hallway.

She can overhear the sisters arguing; expletives and insults are being thrown, along with what Lena can only assume is Kryptonian.

“What the actual fuck, Kara? You can’t just go around outing yourself as Supergirl at anyone who bats their eyes and flashes a pretty smile at you,” Alex hisses.

“Rao, not this again. I can tell whoever I want! Plus, when do you suddenly care so much about my love life!?”

“When you are literally sleeping with the enemy.”

“Don’t do that,” Kara counters.

“She’s a Luthor.”

“And? She’s not our enemy. Lex is. Lillian is. Lena isn’t. She has never done anything to show me otherwise. I know that disillusioned feeling that comes from your family and the long shadow it can cast. Please believe when I tell you that she isn’t bad. She isn’t the villain you’re trying to make her out to be.”

“ ăøę, you are not that naive,” Alex says in a hushed, petulant tone.

“You’re right. I’m not.”

“So how can you not see how bad of an ide-?”

“Because ķħặħp žhẫớ žħěđ , Alex!”

The beat of silence that follows feels downright sinister, and suddenly that clawing, icy fear that has been lying dormant breaks loose, wedging itselfs in between Lena’s ribs. She wrings her hands together nervously, the room suddenly feeling much smaller than it was; no longer a haven for sweet kisses and quiet confessions. Lena feels trapped.

“Right, well, I hope that all works out for you. But right now I need both of you to come with me,”

“God, you’re such a pain in my ass,” Kara says in some composed, hushed shriek.

“Yeah, it’s what sisters do,” Alex counters, and then, “Andrea is requesting you for an IT consultation, Luthor,”

That piques Lena’s attention and she moves towards the door, pulling it open, “What?”

“Some code error with the VR launch. I don’t know,” Alex huffs, waving her hands down the hall in some feeble attempt to usher Lena along, “can you just-”

“Say please,” Kara cuts in and Lena swears Alex’s eyes could slice through the fabric of space and time itself the way she cuts them towards her sister.

Kara crosses her arms and looks at her sister expectantly and it takes every ounce of Lena’s self control to repress the smug smile itching at her lips.

“ Please,” Alex offers as sweetly as she can through a smile that is all teeth and subdued anger.

Lena composes herself, standing a little taller and dips her head, “Happy to help,” she says just chipper enough to see the redhead’s fist ball up as she walks by. She can hear quick footsteps come up behind her as Kara slips her hand into her own.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Kara whispers, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder as they round the corner, back into the bar, “and your ass looks great in this dress.”

“Thank you, darling,” Lena says, glancing at Kara out of the corner of her eye. A smile breaks across her lips as she comes up beside Sam, shooting her a satisfied wink as she pulls the tablet she is fiddling with away.

“Oh, thank god,” Sam sighs in relief before shifting her attention to Kara, “you look happy,”

Kara rocks up on the balls of her feet and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth before pointing at the bar, “I’m going to get us drinks.”

“I have no idea what I am looking at,” Sam brings her attention back to Lena, “Andrea shoved this thing in my hand and disappeared. Probably off having an aneurysm somewhere.”

Lena swipes through a few lines of angry, red scrolling code before typing in a command causing an error message to appear, “There are two lines of the same code running simultaneously. One is trying to override the other. I’m not sure-”

But that’s when she notices it: three little words that suddenly brings Andrea’s venture into focus just as a server comes by with a tray of what appears to be contact lens cases.

“Friends, innovators,” Andrea’s voice floats from the speakers, “please take this time to get your complementary Obsidian North Platinum lenses. Once you have yours, please insert them with a simple swipe of your thumb and finger over the case and then to your eyes. I assure you there will be no discomfort. Our launch will begin momentarily,”

The lights overhead begin to dim and Lena glances up from the tablet to see Sam reaching out for the silver case and quickly smacks her friend’s hand, “Don’t put those in.”

Sam juts out her bottom lip and drops the case back onto the server's tray just as Kara returns, precariously balancing three drinks, “You look like a wine kinda girl, so a red for you,” she says, offering Sam a wine glass, “nothing for you,” she says cheerfully, moving over her sister as she returns to Sam’s side, causing a sour look to screw up on Alex’s face.

“An apple martini for me and a scotch neat for you,” she says, dropping a kiss to Lena’s cheek, but when she doesn’t move to retrieve her drink, Kara’s voice grows concerned, “Hey,” Kara says quietly, coming up beside Lena and observing the lines of code on the tablet, “what’s going on?”

“Somethings wrong. Look at this,” Lena says, her finger ghosting over one line of code in particular, “my brother is a lot of things; a megalomaniac, an evil genius, but he’s also predictable. See this line of code here? It’s identical to the launch code sequence for Obsidian’s, only this has a nasty malware worm attached to it.”

“ I love Lexi dot exe ,” Kara says, “he’s an alliterative evil genius, I’ll give him that,”

“What’s going on?” Alex interjects, squeezing into Kara’s side, all three of their faces lit up by the tablet.

“Lex is about to hack into Obsidian’s VR and turn every influential celebrity and tech innovator's brain in perpetuity, basically turning them into his human puppets.” Lena answers.

Alex takes a step back, prying the rocks glass from Kara’s hand and throwing her head back, taking the drink in a whole shot. “I think we might be too late,” she says, her hand reaching out as she pushes Sam behind her and taking on a protective stance. Kara and Lena’s heads raise up in unison from the tablet, and shit, this is bad.

Waitstaff, celebrities, rich white men who somehow continue to fail upwards, dozens of pairs of sickly green eyes focus in their direction. The screens above the bar and in each corner of the room flicker, changing over to static for a brief moment before Lex’s face appears.

And honestly, Lena couldn’t care less about what he is droning on about; world domination, his god complex, whatever. They need to get somewhere safe. She lolls her head to the side, motioning towards Kara to the service station beside the bar, a quick escape that puts some distance between themselves and a room full of Lex marionette puppets. Kara nods and ducks down, her hand pressed firmly into Lena’s back as she leads them towards the bar and under the hinged section of the service area with Alex and Sam following closely behind.

“Okay, now what?” Sam hisses, her wine glass jostling in her hand and Lena is half tempted to pull a bottle of Macallan down from the bar and drink away the thought of her potential sororicide at the hands of a Lex-controlled Logan Paul.

God, what an embarrassment.

“Where is he?” Kara questions, “Metropolis? National City?”

Lena raises herself up, peeking over the edge of the bar, her eyes focusing on the TV at the far end of the room.

“No, Metropolis is too predictable, and he’s not stupid enough to be at ground zero in National City.” Lena muses, “Luthor Manor, perhaps?” but that’s when she notices the jagged formation of rocks over her brother’s shoulder.

“He’s in Canada,” Lena deducts, “Mount Norquay. He has a bunker there.”

“Great, so I’ll just-” Kara starts, “No, wait,” Lena cuts in as she ducks back down, “it is a literal fortress in the center of a mountain encased in two feet of lead. It is specifically made to prevent you or your cousin from getting anywhere near him. If it detects any Krypotnian DNA anywhere around it, kryptonite canons drop out of the side of it,”

“Oh great, kryptonite canons,” Alex mocks as she digs her teeth into a bourbon cork, twisting the bottle in her hand and spitting it out, “so you’re ready to risk life and limb for her.”

“That’s it!” Sam erupts, snatching the bottle out of redhead’s hand and taking a long pull from it, “Listen babe, usually I’m all for dumping on Lena, it’s kind of my whole deal as her best friend, but this whole one woman Luthor crusade you’ve got going on,” Sam motions with her hand in Alex’s face, “has got to go. Either get on board with the Luthor and Super thing, or get out of the way, because you’re outnumbered three to one here.”

“I’m not Supergir-” Kara stammers and Sam raises her hand.

“We’re way past that, and those glasses aren’t the disguise you think they are,” Sam says, pointing at Kare before looking back at sheepish Alex, “are you done being an asshole?”

Alex nods and Lena could honestly kiss Sam on the mouth right now. She is a great wingwoman, sure, but she’s even a better friend.

“Right,” Kara redirects her attention back to Lena, “so canons all around the mountain...” she pauses, chewing at her lip for a moment, “I’ll go in from the top,” Kara states casually.

“You just can’t go from the to-” but Lena’s words stutter to a halt, because actually, yeah, she can.

“Holy shit, you can just go from the top,” Lena breathes out, “that is the simplest way.”

“Occam's razor, baby,” Kara says with a smile and a wink that is entirely out of place given the sorta life or death circumstances, even more so with the quick kiss she presses to Lena’s cheek.

“What a stupid fucking design flaw,” Sam quips, cheering her glass to the neck of Alex’s bottle with a sharp clink.

“While I’m after Lex, you need to do whatever you can to disable his code,” Kara says, pulling her hair free from her ponytail, “these people’s lives depend on it.”

Lena purses her lips into a thin line because really does everyone’s life in this room depend on it?

(Maybe a few less billionaires wouldn’t be so bad, present company notwithstanding.)

“Lena,” Kara calls out again as she stands and removes her glasses, causing her suit to materialize down her body; a flurry of navy blues and reds coalescing together (with pants!) until Supergirl stands before her.

And wow, Lena rationally knew that Kara and Supergirl were one and the same, but seeing the transformation firsthand, there is a subtle change in Kara’s demeanor. It reminds Lena of early morning car rides along quiet city streets and abandoned pavement. The way night bleeds into the twilight hours, leaving her with the distinct feeling that despite the roads being the same, they were also somehow different. She can see the change in Kara; the way she stands a little taller, an air of stoicism around her that feels impenetrable. It is truly a sight to behold, and Lena feels as though she has been privy to something private in Kara’s life.

(Also, she’s like really fucking hot , so there’s that.)

Lena clears her throat and stands up alongside Kara, “I should be able to wipe out the code in a few minutes barring any distractions.”

“That might be a little difficult,” Kara states, watching as a sea of sickly green eyes refocus their attention from a babbling, bald Lex on the screens overhead back down to the bar. “Alex can you-”

“Already got it covered,” Alex announces triumphantly as she finishes shoving a dinner napkin into a bottle of Bacardi 151.

"No fires," Kara admonishes and the excited (and tiny bit deranged) look in her sister's eyes diminishes, "especially molotov's."

"Whatever," Alex grumbles and Kara brow deepens into a disapproving line for a fleeting moment before she returns her attention back to Lena. “Three minutes, can you do it in that?”

Lena swipes through a few more lines of code, “I think so, yeah,” she says, glancing up at Kara, who is watching her with a soft look, her eyes crinkling at the corners as though she wants to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

(And Lena kind of wants to, too because why can’t anything just be normal?)

“I know you can,” and Lena, honest to god, believes it as Kara wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her flush against her chest in a quick motion. A strong hand buries into her hair and Lena legitimately tries not to swoon when she feels Kara’s thumb brush just behind the shell of her ear as her lips press against hers in a sure kiss.

“Ew, gross,” Alex bemoans from behind them, somewhere on the sticky bar floor before she is shushed by Sam.

“I’ll be back soon,” Kara says in a hushed voice as she pulls back from their kiss, her arm loosening from around Lena.

“Don’t die,” Alex says as she pops up from the floor.

“Never,” Kara says quietly, eyes set and focused on Lena.

(Lena swears that those nevers are sounding a lot more like forevers , and honestly the feeling coils warmly inside of her in the best way.)

And then Kara is gone with only an accompanying gust of wind left in her place, so Lena gets to work, swiping through line after line of code, deleting some sections, re-writing other sections that she can.

And then a few things begin to happen:

Firstly, the Lex zombies start moving towards the bar, which is a big fucking problem because how is she supposed to get anything done if she’s getting pummeled by Dwayne ‘basically-a-human-wall ’ Johnson?

Secondly, Alex seems to have a solution to this problem, which involves chucking the stocked liquor bottles lining the wall behind them (with luckily a lot less fire) into a very singularly focused, mind controlled crowd.

A few bottles hit their targets; dead center in the chest of a spacesuit-wearing Richard Branson (ugh, get over yourself), a spinning low blow takes out a stiffly shuffling Zuckerburg at the knees (who is looking much less mind controlled and much more ‘walking dead’, something Sam points out and she hurls a handle-sized bottle of Tito’s, almost buzzing the side of Lena’s head with it.)

“My bad!” Sam yells, her hands shooting up in a placating gesture before reaching out and grabbing another bottle quickly, “Think I can nail Elon right between the eyes?” she says, flipping up a bottle of rail gin behind her back and over her shoulder, catching gracefully by the neck.

Lena’s eyes the room before they land on the aforementioned bumbling idiot, “Do it, and you’ve got an all expenses paid trip waiting for you and Alex to wherever you want.”

“You can do it, babe!” Alex yells from somewhere down the bar as she sends a bottle into the face of some NFT monkey tech bro before cracking a beer bottle over the top of a feral looking Ellen DeGerenes’s head.

And Sam, D1 first basemen and two time All Star MVP Samantha Arias of Boston College cocks her arm back and with deadly accuracy sends a bottle directly into the forehead of Elon, sending him stumbling back into the broad chest of a green eyed, seething Dwayne Johnson.

Things happen a little in slow motion after that, because Lena watches as Elon wobbles unsteadily on his feet, tapping the heel of his palm into the side of his head (in some feeble attempt to jump start his brain, yeah right ) where one of the contacts has fallen out, leaving only one of his eyes Luthor Green™ . He struggles with himself, one half of his body reaching out towards Lena as he spits aggressive, nonsensical words out of the side of his Lex-controlled mouth while the other half of his body flails, clearly setting on the flight aspect of his consciousness rather than the fight.

Lena also wiped out Lex’s virus twenty-six seconds ago, and with Alex and Sam clearly having things under control (and maybe the time of their lives taking out billionaires like they are playing carnival games), she can bide her time for a moment or two until Kara returns and leans casually against the bar.

Her finger twitches over the blinking command button on the tablet as she watches Elon get hoisted up, his pale arm thrown over the jacked shoulder summit of a mountain of a man and immediately Rock Bottomed ™ through hors d'oeuvres table.

Lena finally sends the command after that, wiping out the virus and shutting down the Obsidian platform just as Kara returns, Lex clinging to her like a bald, half frozen koala bear.

“Oh, Clark is going to be so pissed,” Alex chortles as she comes around the bar's corner and stands in front of her sister.

“So pissed,” Kara says, peeling a wide eyed and terrified Lex Luthor off her side, “he may have taken a quick tour through the stratosphere and experienced some turbulence.”

“Y-o-ouu d-d-rroo-pped m-meee tw-wenn-ty thoou-saaand f-e-e-e-e-t,” Lex chatters through his teeth and Kara rolls her eyes as she shoves him down into a chair.

“You’re fine. Stay there,” she says poignantly, shifting her attention to Lena. “Care for a lift home?”

“Oh, is this another ‘ night-cap-at-the-office’ kind of lift home?” Sam cuts in, air quoting her way through the sentence with a wry smile on her face.

Kara takes a step closer and brings her hand up, pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, and yes, please, Lena would absolutely like a lift home. Home to where she can pull Kara into bed; where she can spend time worshiping every available inch of naked flesh and fall asleep in strong arms, and with the smile Kara is giving her, it is clear she is sharing the same thought.

“No,” Alex barks. “No night caps, no lifts home. None of that,” Alex motions in a flurry with her hands, “Do you know how much paperwork we need to do,” she says, motioning towards Kara and then over the bar at Sam and Lena.

Oh, the collective we, and Lena cringes a little.

“Care for a lift to the DEO then?” Kara amends, looking a little crestfallen and Lena kind of wants to kiss the pout off her lips.

Lex looks between Supergirl and Lena, and Lena barely has time to roll her eyes before her brother opens his mouth, all chattering enamel and a snarl.

“Yoo-ou’re f-f-fuucking the a-llllien?”

By the time Lena is touching back down on the patio of her penthouse, the first rays of sunlight are starting to creep and glimmer over the horizon; fading away the midnight blues and purples into a soft pink.

(Also, how does she get those covert government lawyers? Sure, her hand is almost gnarled from the stack of papers she had to sign and her mascara may be running to the point she looks like a racoon, but she is about to dump her retainer of overpaid attorneys because those NDA’s were so ironclad, Lena won’t be breaking them in her next three lifetimes.)

“We really need to stop having our evenings end like this,” Lena says, and Kara chuckles.

“I agree, but I can’t say I don’t enjoy the company.”

Lena smiles at that, because hell, no complaints here, and glances down to her hands, pulling at her fingers as an idea suddenly pops into her head.

Because things have moved at lightspeed this far, and maybe they have done this all backwards, but Lena can see where this thing between them is headed.

So, she may as well keep her foot on the gas.

“Are you free on the last Friday of this month?” Lena asks, finally summoning the courage to lift her gaze back to Kara. “It’s the annual LCorp gala, and I’d love for you to come.”

There, she asked Supergirl out on a proper date. An official date.

“Oh,” Kara breathes out, and her mouth moves like maybe she wants to speak, but ends up gawking for a moment, “yeah. Totally. Do you want me to talk with your head of security, do a perimeter check an-”

Lena shakes her head, laughing to herself, “No, Kara. I don’t want the Cat Grant special. I want you to go with me. As my date. Officially.” “Oh,” Kara’s eyes grow wide as she moves, scooping Lena up in a solid, warm hug. “OH! Rao, yes. Of course. Duh . Absolutely.”

Lena could honestly float away, and when her feet land back on the ground, she believes she may have for a moment.

“So, uh,” Kara wavers quietly, pulling back, but keeping her arms loosely around Lena’s midsection, “officially, huh? I like the sound of that.”

Lena tucks her head underneath Kara’s chin, nuzzling against her collarbone and the warm fabric of her suit. “Me too.”

“I really want to stay,” Kara says, a hitch of disappointment in her voice, “but I have to get back. Still need to prep Lex for transport. Still need to fill out more paperwork.”

“Still need to gloat to Clark,” Lena adds, her arms snaking around Kara’s waist and squeezing a little tighter.

“God, so much gloating,” Kara says, stepping back from Lena’s embrace. Her feet leave the ground, and she rises slowly, beautiful and backlit by the rising sun.

“Kara, wait,” Lena says quickly, capturing Kara's hand before she can leave and drift off into the early morning; before Lena loses the nerve to string together this half baked love struck thought in her MENSA certified genius brain.

"You, uh-, never told me what you said. What it meant, I mean. The translation of.. what.. you said."

( Oh , there she goes with those words again, all idiotic and tricky and somehow sticking to the roof of her mouth.)

Kara smiles gently down at her and nods, and without so much as a twitch of Lena's fingers, floats slowly and effortlessly back to her, like she is tethered to Lena by some invisible string. The tips of her boots touch down and she comes to a graceful stop just in front of Lena, and honestly who can blame her for reaching out and ghosting her fingers over the edge of the crest Kara wears proudly. Her hair is a cascade of golden hues and ultraviolet with her back to the sun, and Lena is having a difficult time understanding how one person can look this stunning after thwarting one of her brother’s exhausting attempts at world domination and capturing him, because Lena is pretty sure her makeup is half scrubbed off and her hair is flying out in about seventy million different directions and she just overall looks like a mess (and kind of feels like one too.)

“On Krypton it was an oath usually reserved for a union between houses, sometimes through an alliance, but usually through marriage,” Kara says, slipping her hand into Lena’s before quickly amending, “not that I’m asking you to marry me, because that would be, like, fast. Like, really fast, and I haven’t even taken you out to dinner yet, and then adds with a wink, “I mean, we just became official.”

“It’s usually customary on this planet to take someone out to dinner before a marriage proposal,” Lena agrees, running her thumb over the back of Kara’s knuckles. “But with all things considered, I’d really like to see where this goes.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kara smiles, and then adds, “But, yeah, ŕħåņ jû şħēđ čhåṽɨẳ ớṣh řŕıp, I guess the easiest translation would be something like above all others, only for you.”

Lena blinks, her mind coming to a halt; the gears grinding, emergency stop kind of halt.

“For me?” Lena says with a hushed awe, like the words are too fragile to fit her mouth around. Because who has ever wanted to keep Lena like an oath? Certainly not her family. Hell, barely even the public. But this woman; this woman from the stars wants to and Lena can barely contain the warmth taking up residence in her chest and it may honestly consume her, this white hot love.

“Yeah, you,” Kara says quietly, surely, like it is the most obvious thing in the world, “just you.”

Tears prick at Lena’s eyes and she has never felt so dismantled by quiet words and so whole in a breath.

And that’s enough; just her.

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #these two are back at it ; flirting in front alex - sinning on any available surface - thwarting an evil lex luthor plan #agentreign lives!#my writing

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