Xayah wanted to stay on
foot, to keep going all across the world until somehow she managed to fall off the side of Runeterra and disappear.
She hated them. Those filthy, evil, vile little humans and those blind, ignorant
Vastayan’s too! They were worse in a way, closing their eyes to the truths that
Sometimes, she wanted to kill them too. Wanted to watch their blood soak
through her feather daggers, watch their faces drain of life and become as empty as their damn
skulls. Xayah angrily dug her teeth into her bottom lip as she kept moving, swiftly stepping around the skeletal body of a dying tree.
This forest, like so many others…was dying. Vivid evidence of the truths Xayah wanted to spread. Yet they didn’t see it. Couldn’t see it. Her amber eyes swept around her, taking in every dying tree, every fading spark of magic. The dark canopy of the
trees overhead cast the woods in almost complete darkness, but Xayah walked
After all, the farther she walked, the more distant the Mirai became. Doubts clouded her head, as dark as the forest around her. Doubts she carried with her at every moment, doubts she buried deep inside herself. Questions.
What was the point in
trying to free the Vastayan’s? What was the point in trying to educate them and to
give them the power to destroy their oppressors? They didn’t see the humans in
that light. Humans, those filthy monstrous creatures, had taken everything from them and yet her fellow
Vastayan’s were their “friends”? It was one thing if they were too scared to
stand up for themselves, that was understandable, but to willingly let the humans have reign over this world? How could they
live like that? How could they continue to wake up, day after day, knowing their magic was
being stolen from them? How could they raise their children in a world where
the humans were slowly but steadily destroying them?!
Without Wild magic the Vastayan’s could no longer live.
They had to know that. Yet they wouldn’t take up a weapon, wouldn’t journey with her.
It didn’t make sense.
She wanted to give up. Wanted to end this pointless dream that seemed as if it would never bloom to fruition.
Angrily, she summoned a feather dagger, running her thumb on the sharp edge and
finding a familiar, old comfort in the pain that shot through her.
“Please stop that, babe. You know I don’t like it when you do that to yourself,” A soft voice called from behind her.
Somehow, she had thought
she was alone. The voice shocked her and she gasped, like a child waking from a
Rakan was using that
gentle, pleading voice. That voice she could never ignore and had never been
able to. Xayah stilled her angry steps, stiffening. She turned on her heels,
eyes livid with rage, and his gaze found hers. He flinched when he saw the
anger etched across her face and her heart wrenched even as she opened her
“I don’t give a shit
what you like.You don’t get to tell me what
to do? If you don’t like it then leave, Rakan.” Her words were callous, and he was visibly
bothered by them. His handsome features became drawn and sad and her heart
There was a swollen,
sickly moment as Xayah waited for his reaction. She wondered if Rakan would
turn his back and leave her. She knew he was only in this for her, but what was
so great about her? He could have anyone. She had seen him charm other women
with a wink alone. He could have any woman in the world. It wouldn’t be
shocking if he gave up this life of hardship for the comforts he once had as a
Her amber eyes burrowed
into his blue, burning and cruel and cold at the same time. Daring him to
leave, begging him to so she could be alone in her misery. Her body visibly
trembled, and she pushed her thumb into the dagger until blood dripped down her
hand. But it wasn’t comforting pain anymore, it was just pain.
She turned to walk away
again, tearing up, but he swiftly swept towards her, gathering her in his arms.
He was warm. So deliciously warm and she leaned against him, eyes burning with
the threat of tears. The feather knife’s magic faded from existence as she
pushed her face into his chest.
“You know I’ll never leave
you, babe.” Rakan smiled, brushing his fingers across her cheek and lips, and she
leaned into his touch. She ran her own fingers through his waves of white gold
locks and enjoying the way he smiled despite her anger. Her heart pounded and
she shivered again when he gently scattered kisses all over her face.
“Mwah, mwah,” He grinned,
and then captured her chin in one long fingered hand. His jolly expression
faded, becoming more serious, and he leaned down. She sighed with relief when
he kissed her mouth, his lips hot and soft. Her anger seeped away as their
mouths crushed together harder, and he groaned and squeezed her in his arms so
tight she thought she would break. They stayed like that, her in his arms and their
mouths melded together.
When he finally pulled
away, the anger was gone. His warm, cerulean gaze brushed hers and she forced her
own away. Guilt clenched her heart. She had hurt herself, had been so cruel to
him. But she knew Rakan understood. He always did, always had. Always knew just
what she needed. As if sensing her thoughts, he smiled knowingly.
“Why are you giving me
that look,” she asked suspiciously, and he smiled wider.
“Let’s talk about it.”
“What,” she snapped, anger
in her tone but not in her heart.
“Let’s rest a bit, we can
talk about it.”
Xayah crossed her arms.
“We don’t have time to waste. And we’ve already
talked about it, I’m through with talking, I want actions not words.”
“Nah. It’s alright, okay?
We’re fine.” He pushed her hood back, and ran his fingers through her hair. He
kissed her again. His words, so soft and gentle, brushed against her and
soothed her. Seeped into her, like sunshine, and somehow it was okay. She was fine. She bit her bottom lip as tears stung her eyes, and began
to drip down her cheeks.
“We can talk about it. If
you want,” he offered. Anger flared in his eyes when he noticed her tears and
he snarled. “I’ll go back there and smack those fools myself,” he spun, cloak
billowing, and marched away.
She laughed despite her
He turned back to her,
his face devoid of humor.
“No one makes my baby
cry. No evil human, no blind Vastayan, no
one. Only I get to, you understand me?”
Her stomach was full of butterflies and knots and she laughed.
“Yes, I understand that.”
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled, tugging on his arm. ‘C’mon, help
me set up for the night.”
muttered to himself as he set his travelling pack down next to a tree, digging
around in it. When he caught her staring he smiled a little. She gazed out into
the forest. This alone was a sign of their superiority. If a human made camp in
a dangerous forest like this, they would be eaten or killed by some creature
within the hour. Yet animals recognize them as friends, they didn’t harm them.
Xayah set her own pack down as he ranted and paced back and forth.
“Damn them! How come they
don’t see, Xayah? How come they won’t join us?”
Xayah turned towards him, a smile on her lips. “Because we’re the only smart people in this whole damned
world. Fuck it, Rakan, we don’t need them. They’d hold us back, anyways. Those
fucking fish for brains.”
His face lit up, like the sun. “That’s right,” he parroted, “We don’t need those fools!”
She turned her gaze away
again, and found it strange how just a few moments before she had been full of rage, had wanted him to leave her so she could be alone and miserable. Truthfully, Xayah couldn’t imagine her life without him. Not anymore. How many days would it have taken before
she’d died from heartbreak alone?
She lowered her fingers to her still bleeding thumb, and sighed pleasantly as she closed the wound. An old habit. She had Rakan now. She didn’t need the pain. In fact, she didn’t need anyone or anything. “Rakan. We’ll kill
anyone who stands in our way, including those braindead Vastayan’s.”
“Yep. You’ll kill everyone,”
he agreed pleasantly, nodding his head and winking, “and I’ll watch. I love it when you let me watch.” His smile was infectious. She giggled, cheeks red
as she grabbed the collar of his cloak and kissed him hard.
“So, do you wanna join me, or do you wanna watch,” she teased, placing his hands on her waist, swaying against him in the beginning of a dance. His eyes grew dark and he smiled and everything was perfect.
Rakan was right.
They were fine. Everything was okay. As long as they were together,
it would remain that way.
a/n: hello, have a spoonful of my feelings and a dash of astronomy
Jeon Jungkook is undoubtedly the most complex of beings to have ever existed across the cosmos. With luminous, milky skin resembling the galaxy he resides in and gleaming blue eyes specked with stardust, he is most definitely the physical embodiment of timeless beauty. Jungkook is after all, guardian of the Pistol Star, a blue hyper-giant luminary that shone the brightest amongst the other lights in the night sky.
There is no greater duty than to be guardian to one of the greatest stars in the galaxy. It came with endless amounts of hard work and a near perfect record of task completions. The heavens had granted him with the abilities and intellect necessary to protect not only the massive star but also the Quintuplet cluster it belongs to. Needless to say, Jungkook has much to take care of.
So when he found himself weighed down by gravity on cool, wet blades of grass, and the inky curtain of the night stretching endlessly above him, Jungkook was confused beyond belief. He tried to move his limbs, sending as much energy as he could muster from the tips of his calloused and now muddied fingers to the very end of his bare feet, but to no avail. The only thing he registered before a blanket of darkness covered his eyes was a blurred figure clutching the back of his neck and the swirling and twirling of the stars that he was once amongst mocking him from above.
“I think we should get a divorce.” Alec and Magnus have been married for years but they’ve been slowly drifting apart. They both work too much, they barely see each other anymore and when they do, they fight over petty things. A divorce is probably the best solution at this point. The spark has faded. But neither of them has ever been one to give up so easily so they decide to give it a last shot. Because relationships, they take efforts, right? And maybe there’s a way for them to reignite that lost spark. A story about how to fall in love all over again.
(that’s a lie, i’m working on that one with Jackie but when i put it in the draft, i wasn’t, i swear to magnus babe… oops.)
Jurassic World AU. The Morgenstern Global Corporation, whose heir Sebastian helps design the dinosaurs, has reopened Jurassic Park for five years now, with little to no incident to account for. Alec Lightwood has been the park’s operations manager for just as long, and he doesn’t like Sebastian one bit, but his job is to keep the park running and the guests happy, not to question his boss’ dubious morals. This may have to change when he meets Magnus Bane, the cynical, slightly condescending and definitely unimpressed dinosaur expert and trainer who is called to evaluate the paddock of Sebastian’s newest creation, only to realize he has created a new hybrid dinosaur that even him has no idea how to control. Alec might be more willing to listen to the guy if he wasn’t a complete asshole and so sure of himself, but when they detect a breach in the dinosaur’s paddock, they have no choice but to team up to stop that beast before it is too late.
Alec and Magnus are both street artists, their names renowned in the streets of New York and slowly spreading across the globe. They both remain completely anonymous, but the press likes to pin them against each other, always wondering how one is going to answer to the other’s art. Mostly, they do their own things and if they broach the same subjects (with a common tendency at dragging in the mud their current bigoted president, Valentine Morgenstern), it’s simply because they share the same conviction that they shall not keep silent in the face of injustice and discrimination. In their private circles, they’ll willingly admit that they’re both fans of the other’s work, but they’ve never met each other. That is, until Jace/Izzy asks Alec to come to their girlfriend Clary’s exhibition in Brooklyn and he meets a sparkly man with a flirting smirk and the kindest eyes he’s ever seen. AU where Magnus is Banksy and Alec is Shepard Fairey or JR. They meet, fall in love, and revolutionize the street art scene in New York one tag at a time.
Alec jogs in the same park every day at 5pm and every day, no matter the weather, he sees the same guy sitting on the same bench by the pond, reading a book, writing on his tablet, talking on the phone. They share a smile every day. When he feels particularly bold, Alec even waves at him, and the man always waves back. He’s very pretty and he seems kind and smart if the books he reads are anything to go by, and Alec is slowly building the courage to ask him out to that cute little coffee shop right next to the park. So when the guy disappears for two weeks, he worries. It happened before that he disappeared for a day or two, but never two whole weeks. When he finally reappears, Alec’s legs work on their own. His body leads him right in front of the stranger and his mouth is opening before he can stop it, “Where the hell were you? I was worried!”
Alec and Magnus, both single dads, team up against their kids’ teacher, after they were punished for arguing with said teacher, a homophobic asshole. A power couple in the making.
Lallybroch reminded Claire of the cuckoo clock Uncle Lamb had had in one of the few rental properties they’d lived in. Life was run on a schedule; the tenants and livestock the cogs and wheels of the machine that ran it. If one piece was missing or broken, time and progress would not move forward.
The Frasers had been the central piece of this land since the 1700’s, Claire learned. The Fraser ancestors built the house and their descendants inherited the property through generations of tradition and hard work. While modernized technology found its way into parts of the farm’s processes, the Lallybroch estate had remained one of the few working farms in Scotland that was fully self sufficient. Because of this, they continued to survive when the Last War ended.
The remaining Frasers were the heart and mind of the estate, the focal points of decision and order. Winter was fast approaching, which meant all supplies and livestock needed to be accounted for and properly protected once the weather turned. Caches of supplies were hidden and stored for the winter and the planting in the spring.
Claire found herself slowly finding her place in the workings of the farm, beginning her duties as the estate’s temporary nurse and lending a hand wherever needed. News that she would be staying for a time spread quickly through the little community. Most greeted her warmly enough, but Claire could sense the hesitancy; while her skills were useful, she was still an outlander and would have to earn her place among them.
She was given her own guest room on the second floor; it was cozy and quiet and had its own small fireplace in the corner. Compared to the last ten years of dorm room beds, army cots, and whatever patch of brambles looked the most comfortable, the luxury wasn’t lost on her every time she curled up under the already warm covers.
Jenny bustled about, tending to who knew how many mental checklists inside her head and making sure everyone was properly fed and cared for. Her son, Young Jamie, could be found following in the wake of his mother’s billowing wool skirt, either helping or causing trouble at inconvenient moments. Claire was happy to learn that Young Jamie’s birth had been uneventful; she hoped for the same for Jenny’s new baby.
Jamie, despite discomfort and Claire’s insistence on taking things slowly, was found outside with his tenants every day doing what he could. Claire found herself watching him; the knowledgeable way he addressed concerns; the way he carried himself, despite his healing back and muscles; how well he knew each and every person around him. James Fraser was a leader of men. She could easily see him on the battlegrounds of Europe, leading troops through the rubble that remained of great cities.
She turned at the sound of her name, echoes of gunshots and spark grenade explosions fading as Jenny came toward her. Claire breathed deeply and wiped her sweaty palms on her cargo pants. Flashes of the Last War weren’t uncommon for her, but unsettling didn’t begin to describe it.
“Are ye alright Claire?” Jenny asked, brow furrowed as she looked up into Claire’s face. Claire tried her best attempt at a smile.
“Yes, perfectly fine. Did you need me to help with something?”
Jenny gazed at her a moment before turning and beckoning Claire to follow her with a tilt of her head.
“It’s no so much what you can do for me as what I can do for you. Here, this way.”
She led Claire into a smaller building near the barn. Assorted plastic bins and bits of machinery were piled along the walls; Claire didn’t doubt that Jenny knew what was in every last one of them. Jenny was moving about, mumbling a bit as she surveyed the boxes. She was still light on her feet, despite the pregnancy.
“Ah here’s the one. Claire, could ye help me please?”
“What’s in this?” Claire asked as they managed to extract the bin from the middle of the pile and place it on the floor.
“It’s wool,” Jenny answered, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. “Ye’ve seen the sheep herd aye?”
Claire nodded, feeling the soft yet slightly scratchy material. It still smelled slightly of fresh dye.
“Weel, we shear them and then make the wool. It used to be for the tourists, ye ken. We’d reenacted the process of making the fabric but we used modern dye instead of urine and plants.”
“Oh aye. It set the dye faster than anything else at the time. Dinna fash though. We still have plenty of dye to last us a long while yet.”
“It’s fascinating to me how this place has been able to survive, despite everything. You’ve all done a fine job.”
“Thank ye,” Jenny replied, appearing pleased. “Now, are ye any good wi’ a needle?”
“Yes, but only when dealing with flesh.”
“Och, we’ll manage. If you’d agree, I’d like to have clothes made for ye. Winter is coming on and I dinna think what ye have will be sufficient for the elements,” Jenny said, putting the lid back on the box.
“Oh you don’t have to,” Claire started, touched at the kind thought. Jenny gave her a blue eyed look.
“It’s the least we can do. Now,” she continued, discussion apparently ended, “Could ye please help me take this to the house. Mrs. Crook and I can take your measurements.”
Claire pulled the bedroom chair close to the fire and sat down, carefully balancing her hot cup of tea. The warmth from the flames and from the cup began to spread through her extremities, leaving her with a feeling of heavy limbed contentedness and well being. She curled her feet under herself, adjusting the tartan blanket into a cocoon of warmth. Halfway through her tea, she heard a soft knock at her door.
“Come in!” she called as quietly as possible, unsure of how many Lallybroch inhabitants were still awake at this hour.
The door opened to reveal Jamie, soaking wet, presumably from the cold rain that currently pounded against the roof overhead. His eyes briefly searched the room for her, his body going still once he caught sight of her. The wetness of his hair made the red go dark; his eyes were brighter than usual. After a moment, Claire cleared her throat.
“You can come in. I’m decent.”
Jamie blinked, looked at her as if judging whether she was playing a trick or not, then eased himself all the way in.
“Sorry to bother ye, Sassenach. I ken it’s late.”
Droplets of rain water pattered to the floor, prompting Claire to stand and reach for a towel. She was thankful for the clean set of pajamas Jenny had loaned her. While the legs were too short, the top fit well enough for warmth and coverage. Jamie didn’t move as she approached, but she saw a slight shiver run through him.
“I see you’re ignoring nurse’s orders again,” she said lightly, throwing the towel over his head to dry his hair.
Jamie made a Scottish noise, bending a bit at the knee to assist her efforts.
“I had a wee project I was overseeing today. Only just finished.”
He blinked owlishly as his head emerged from the towel. Claire draped it around his shoulders, careful not to put pressure on his back.
“I hope this ‘project’ is worth infected wounds and pneumonia,” she quipped.
Jamie laughed, blue eyes bright with humor.
“That’s actually why I came to see ye.”
Claire paused, looking up at him. She felt his heart beat under her hand, the cold rain water dampening his shirt, and his natural blazing warmth that seemed to keep any chill at bay. He was solid and immediate, his ruddy skin glowing in the firelight. Despite the healing wounds on his back, Jamie looked like the picture of perfect health.
“Are you not feeling well?” she asked, turning toward her chair. “Here, sit down..”
“Thank ye, Sassenach, but I’m fine,” he replied, one corner of his mouth curving upward. “It’s just that I’ve a wee surprise for ye.”
“What sort of surprise?” she asked.
“It wouldna be a surprise if I told ye before ye saw it.”
He was outright grinning now. Claire crossed her arms and smirked.
“If it has something to do with you getting sick or infected, I’m not sure I want to be a part of this surprise.”
“Scairt, are ye?”
“Hmm we’ll see. Meet me at the barn after breakfast tomorrow?”
Claire eyed him for a moment, then smiled and nodded. Jamie’s shoulder’s relaxed slightly; clearly he was pleased. They stood looking at each other for a few moments before Jamie cleared his throat and looked away.
“Well, I’ll leave ye to your sleep-”
“Wait,” Claire interrupted, catching his wrist as he was turning away. Jamie turned back, glancing at her hand on his before meeting her eyes. Claire smiled softly.
“Let me take a look at those bandages. They might need to be replaced.”
“Really, it’s alright-”
“Sit,” she said firmly, pushing the chair away from the hearth and replacing it with the footstool before rummaging through the medicine box Jenny had gifted her. Jamie hesitated a moment but accepted defeat. He exhaled and slowly lowered himself down onto the indicated stool.
“Rate your pain from one to ten,” Claire said, beginning their usual exam routine while helping him shrug out of his jacket.
Claire gave him a look.
“Aye, seven then,” Jamie admitted. “It’s starting to itch something fierce as well.”
“That’s good. It means you’re healing.”
Claire set the supplies on her vacated chair before helping him remove his t-shirt. Jamie grimaced, but made no sound as the soaked fabric pulled at his bandages. Claire handed him a fresh towel before putting his clothes over the back of the chair to dry.
“Alright, let’s see the damage.”
Most of the taped edges had started to peel off from getting wet. One deep wound had started to bleed again.
“I’ll have to clean this one,” she said regretfully. “The bandage came off completely.”
Jamie nodded, settling himself. They sat in companionable silence while she worked, the crackle and light of the fire creating a hypnotizing ambience. Jamie swayed a bit, tiredness betraying him. Claire finished with the cleaning and moved on to replacing all of the dressings.
Claire ran her finger down the edge of one scabbed over runnel, sealing the bandage covering it. Goose flesh sprang up on Jamie’s arms at the touch; the red gold hairs of his body standing up. His breathing had changed and he was unusually still. Claire swallowed. Suddenly, the room was feeling too small. Heat flooded her body with the knowledge that she was very much alone with him in her bedroom. She grasped at anything to distract herself.
“I have some exercises you can start doing once these wounds heal more. It will help strengthen the muscles again.”
“Thank ye,” he responded, turning his head slightly to smile at her over his shoulder.
Claire gently squeezed the shoulder in question, letting him know she was finished. She felt his eyes on her as she knelt in front of him, gathering spare bits of medicinals that she’d tossed in front of the hearth. The firelight sparked off of the gold ring on her left hand, catching her attention for the first time since she’d come to Lallybroch. A sudden wave of unexpected guilt washed through her and her breath caught in her chest.
“Sassenach?” she heard Jamie ask.
Her throat was too thick to answer without giving herself away; she tried to will the tears back down. She saw Jamie lean further over, trying to see her face.
How does he always know? she wondered.
“Claire, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice deep and filled with… something. Something she was too afraid to name. She sniffed, wiping away a tear that had made its way down her cheek.
“It’s nothing. I was just… just thinking about my husband.”
“Ah lass,” he said softly. “Is… is he not alive?”
Four years. Four years of being completely alone again; when the Last War ripped the only two people Claire had left in the world away from her. She’d cried for them of course but had never truly grieved. And now, in a strange land amongst strangers, Claire’s enduring walls dissolved.
“No,” she said, tears falling freely now. “No, he’s not alive.”
Jamie knelt beside her, wrapping her in his arms as she sobbed uncontrollably. A large, warm hand went up and down her back as he whispered soothing words in Gaelic. The hand moved to her hair, smoothing it out of her face as she began to regain control of herself. Claire leaned into the touch. Sniffing, she opened her eyes and met his; blue and fathomless and so, so close. He glanced at her mouth and back up again, his hand tightening imperceptibly in her hair.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking away, heart beating heavily in her chest. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Dinna fash, lass,” Jamie replied softly, giving her a sad smile as he wiped a stray tear away. He put a finger under her chin to make her look at him again.
“Ye need not be scairt of me,” he said seriously. “Nor of anyone else here. So long as I’m with ye.”
Claire merely nodded, unsure whether to return to him or pull away. Jamie sighed.
“Ye need sleep, Sassenach,” he said gently, rising from the floor before giving her a hand to help her up.
“You do too,” she replied, giving him a shy smile as she walked with him to her door. He smiled back, hand moving as if to touch her again, but he stopped himself.
Don’t stop, she thought.
“Goodnight,” she said instead, searching his eyes.
“Goodnight Claire,” he said softly. “I’m right down the hall if ye need anything.”
I want you to stay.
“Thank you, Jamie. For.. for everything.”
“I’ll see ye in the morning. Sleep well, Sassenach.”
Jamie left, moving quietly down the dim hallway to his own room. Claire waited for the click of his door shutting, but the sound never came. She sighed, berating herself for dissolving into an emotional mess, and shut her own door. Exhaustion won out over tidying up the room. She crawled into bed, buried herself in the tartan blanket, and gave into sleep and uneasy dreams.
The moment I saw the prompt, I thought of the song Kiss it Better by He is We, which is a straight shot to the feels and I’d definitely recommend it as background music if you ever need to write an angsty scene.
TW: Blood and Character death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See the tags for more thoughts.
Paris lay in ruins.
Paris lay in ruins and Chat Noir was alone.
He had split away from Ladybug nearly ten minutes
ago so she could recharge her kwami. The akuma, a vastly destructive force that
went by the name of Dévastateur, had spent the better part of the past hour
turning the streets to rubble and carving chunks out of buildings. Monuments
were crushed beneath his power – and for once, Chat wondered if Hawkmoth
regretted releasing a power like that into the world.
The akuma wasn’t anything special, really. He was
granted power, great power, which gave him strength beyond imagination. It was
his heart, however, that had darkened to a point that no mortal should ever
Chat didn’t know why the victim had turned so
cold. He wasn’t sure he cared – not when Ladybug was still missing in action
and Paris was a bona fide mess. But he did know that the damage wasn’t entirely
Hawkmoth’s fault. No. This was personal on some level. The man beneath the mask
wanted to tear the world apart on his own terms.
In Ladybug’s absence, Chat had reverted to a new
plan – evacuating as many civilians as he could as quickly as he could. There
were times for showy heroics, and there were times when all that mattered was
preventing a bloodbath. This happened to be one of the latter.
“Baby I’m homee.” You shouted entering the Maynard/Pieter
apartment and walking towards the living room, hearing the Maynard brother’s voices.
“Well, well, well you back.” Conor smirked as you sat
yourself down on his lap, playing with his hair.
Jack looked up from his phone smirking at the way you were
both sat, “Again. For the second time today.”
“Your flat is warmer than mine.” You smirked back at Jack,
“Go back to texting Y/F/N.
“I’m not texting her.” Jack replied sticking his tongue out
You pulled a face at him, “Y/F/N and Jack sitting in a
tree…” You sang under your breath.
You went to sing the next line but a hand slapped over your
mouth. “Give me attention princess.” Conor whispered in your ear.
Smiling you turn to face the boy you have fallen deeply in
love with, “Jealous baby?”
“No, I just want my best friend attention.” Conor smiled and
started tickling you.
“Conor!” You screamed punching him in the stomach and ran
out the room towards his room. By the time you got into his room, Conor suddenly
grabbed you and slammed you against the wall.
“Do you really think you can punch me and get away with
it…princess?” Conor whispered his mouth hovering right above your ear.
“Con-” You started but got cut off by him placing small
kisses on your neck.
“Sh babygirl.” Conor whispered nipping slightly at the skin.
You let out a small moan when he hit that oh-so special
spot, feeling him smirk against your skin and started sucking a bit harder.
Although the oh-so special spark faded away when your phone started ringing, at
first you both ignored it but it rang for the second time and you knew it
wasn’t going to stop.
Groaning you pushed Conor off you, “What.” You spat down the
“Y/N! Never going to guess what?” Y/F/N shouted down the
“You and Jack started dating?” You questioned smirking,
while Conor looked up with a smirk on his face as well.
“W-what? No.” She stuttered.
“Hmmm, you got a dog and named it lunch?” You laughed
hearing her groan.
“No. Just listen, remember Dylan?” She questioned, while you
flickered through you mind trying to place a name to a name.
“Oo, the hot brown boy from your work?”
“Yes! Well guess who got you a date with Mr. Sexy.”
Conor watched as your whole face lit up in pure excitement
and frowned harder already from hearing the words before, he doesn’t want to know
what you friend has planned.
“When is it?” You questioned a smile growing on your face.
“Tomorrow. Want to go dress shopping or maybe something a
lot more revealing?” You can practically hear the smirk.
“I’ll meet you at Starbucks in thirty minutes?” You hummed
turning to face Conor seeing the frown on his face.
She hummed hanging up the phone, leaving you with a frowning
Maynard. “What’s wrong?”
Conor shook his head, “Nothing babe. You going?”
“Uh yeah, I’ll speak to you later okay?” You hugged him
goodbye before rushing out the apartment shouting goodbye to Jack too.
Conor sighed walking back into the living room where Jack
was sat watching the football, “Tell her?”
“She left before I could.”
Conor walked into the restaurant where the whole squad was
waiting for him, as he walked through to the back he noticed a very familiar
face seated with a very unfamiliar face. Frowning he took in what you were
wearing, a red low cut dress which Conor noticed was very low everywhere, he
noticed the way your hand was holding his and something with him snapped.
He stomped over to the table you were sat at and turned his
back on your date on purpose. “Y/N.”
You laughing faded as you glanced up at Conor, “Hey, I
didn’t know you and the boys were going to be here.”
“I only just got here.” He replied smirking.
“Oh, well this is my date Dyl-”
“I don’t care.”
You stared at Conor wide-eyed before looking back at Dylan,
“Excuse me, mate but we are on a date here.” Dylan said
slightly glaring at Conor.
Conor turned to Dylan looking him up and down before
replying, “I don’t care.”
“Look mate, I don’t care if your her frie-” Dylan started
but was cut off by Conor.
“Actually mate, she’s a lot more than a friend to me so
right now, I’m going to take her home with me and I’m going to show her how to
do a real date.” Conor smiled, grabbing you hand and pulling you up easily as
you were still in shock mode. “So mate, have a lovely meal by yourself.”
Just as Conor pulled you away, you heard the voice of the
younger Maynard, “Fucking Finally!” Then you heard the loudness of all your
Still shocked you allowed Conor to pull outside into his
car, “What the fuck Conor!”
Conor pushed you into the car and ran round to the driver’s
seat, “What?” He grinned.
“I-I was on a date. You can’t just do that!”
“I have.” The car
started and you were speeding down the roads. “Let me show you how I can.”
Conor looked over and smirked.
Oh how you were loving this Conor.
Conor dragged you from the car all the way to the apartment
and into his room, “You know, for the past weeks I have been trying to hold
these feelings in but tonight seeing you dressed like that and with him. I
wasn’t going to hold back anymore.” Conor panted looking at you.
“don’t.” You replied.
Conor moved so fast you didn’t get to catch your breath
before you back hit the wall. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, legs
wrapped around his waist and body pushed up together. Lips met and there was no
kind, caring Conor, instead you were met with a rough lustful one.
His hands fell down to your ass, he gave a rough squeeze and
you let out a small moan. Conor took his chance and slipped his tongue in as
you both battled for dominance, of course Conor won. He took his lips off
yours, causing a whine to escape your mouth but that changed into a moan once his
lips connected to your neck.
You keeping moan loving the way his lips felt on your neck,
you felt him moved down further to that oh-so special place he had found
earlier and smirked when he heard the most pornographic moan he ever heard come
out of your mouth. Conor bit into it sucking hard, he pulled back and looked at
the mark he made and let a proud smirk rest on his face.
You were in a state of heaven when you felt the pressure of
your back against the wall go away, opening your eyes you noticed he was moving
you to his bed. You took the chance to reach behind you and pull the zipper of
your dress down before Conor laid you on the bed.
You looked up at Conor with hooded eyes watching as he threw
his leather jacket and t-shirt on the floor before he crawled in between your
legs, he looked up at you with a smirk and pulled your dress over your head
only leaving you in lace thong.
Going braless was the best decision you made.
Conor dipped his head and captured your left nipple in his
mouth nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his
fingers and started tugging onto it. You tugged on Conor’s hair signalling him
bring his mouth back to yours.
“Let me show you.” Conor whispered against your lips.
“Show me.” You whispered back hands travelling down his
chest, nails digging into his skin. Your hands reached his jeans and you popped
the buttons on his jeans and dragging them down his hips.
Conor got the hint and stood up taking his shoes and pushing
both his jeans and boxers down as well. You felt your eyes widen at the sight
you have been dreaming of since you were nineteen.
Conor crawled back in-between your legs and looked deep into
your eyes, “I can’t wait any longer.”
You nodded closing your eyes feeling Conor’s lip press against
your necked again while he ripped the lace in half, causing you to moan. Conor
took you by surprise when he slammed into you and both your mouths fell open
with a moans. You wrapped your hands around his body and scratched down his
“Bloody hell, you’re so tight princess.” His mouth found
your nipple and started nibbling onto, you moaned and gasped due to the sudden
pleasure when his hips found the perfect pace. Not so fast but not so slow.
“Conor…harder…” You moaned louder feeling the coil
inside your stomach tighten and when you looked up at Conor you saw he was just
as close as you were.
“Please, tell me your close.” Conor panted his thrusts
getting harder and sloppier. Nodding your head Conor looked down towards you,
“Cum with me baby girl.”
And with one last thrust you walls tightened around him
making him moan aloud and his name leaving your lips in a scream. Conor’s
movements became sloppier and he let out one last loud groan and you felt his
juices fill you up.
It was the best feeling you both had felt.
“Oh fuck.” You mumbled, trying to catch your breath as Conor
pulled out flopping down next to you.
“Y/N.” Conor whispered, “I really like you and I know this
is not the way I wanted to ask this but will you be my girlfriend?”
You smiled towards him getting up, straddling him. “I think
you’re going to have to show again.” You purred kissing under his ear.
Solavellan Modern AU emotional/hurt comfort. Solas and Anise went through a rough divorce two years ago, and have joint custody of their son. Solas just spent the last two weeks with Malassan and is dropping him off with his mother. [AO3 Link]
isn’t happy! I know she doesn’t really like him either.”
hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in the driver’s seat as he looked into his
rearview mirror to meet Malassan’s gaze, his son’s angry, steel blue eyes
meeting his own tired ones. “That is not true.”
is,” he whined, “You made her happy, you made us happy.”
sighed, the weight of his child’s accusation rattling in his chest. He slowed
the car as he turned onto Tarasyl'an street.
Solas swallowed thickly as he approached their—her—driveway, the gravel
crunching beneath his sleek black car’s tires as he pulled in, “people change.”
off the ignition and his car went silent, as did his son. Forcing himself to
loosen his grip on the steering wheel, he unfastened his seatbelt and quickly
exited his car. The sky matched his anxious mood, the swirling dark gray clouds
were accumulating above him, looming ominously. He had to make this drop off
quick if he hoped to reach the airport before the snow began to fall.
opened the car door where his son sat in his booster seat. Malassan refused to
look at him, glaring at his boots instead.
going away again. I’m not gonna see you…for… for- “Malassan’s voice wavered
as he raised his head, tears pooling in his eyes that matched the color of the
sky. Solas reached for his son, unbuckling him from his seat and lifting him
into his arms and out of the car.
A/n: No matter how hard I try to make a drabble serious…I always end up injecting unneeded humor. Why self, why are you like this?? Anyway, this is not beta’d or edited at all. So there are probably TYPOS and things I’m going to fix later, so I’m very sorry! But I had teased you guys enough and I really wanted to get this up for you lovely shippers! Enjoy the super-powered sexy times.
She didn’t know it was like this. She didn’t realize talking to a person could be like coming home, like stepping back into a role you forgot you had. She thought she had found who she was on Earth and she was totally comfortable with that.
But the first time Mon-El talked to her about his parents taking him to other planets, beautiful far away stars, she felt something shift. She realized that he was the only person in the world that really got it. Of course, Clark was Kryptonian so he was even more like her than Mon-El was, but….Clark didn’t remember home. Clark hadn’t had it all ripped away from him. Mon-El knew exactly what that was like. Maybe even more so-he was an adult when his world was destroyed, while she was a child.
And when he talked to her about his home, about the couple of times he had visited hers, it felt like she was simultaneously unlocking a new part of herself and remembering who she used to be, back on Kyrpton. The latter part of her found comfort and warmth in discussing other planets, their planets, like it was completely and blissfully normal. But it was different with him than when she was a kid on Kyrpton. With him, she got sassier. She spoke up more. She wasn’t too shy to tell him when he was being an idiot. Because around him, she felt…free. Natural. Like she didn’t have to second guess what she said, keep a secret. She could talk about home. She could slap his arm HARD without fear of breaking him. She wasn’t awkward and stuttering when he did something she didn’t like. She was strong.
Maybe it was because that’s how he obviously saw her-fearless- or maybe it was because that’s who she really is, underneath all the facades she puts on in order for Earth to accept her. Of course she had family, real family, that knew her secret. But they didn’t understand it; they couldn’t feel the weight of it like she could.
Of course, it wasn’t just that they were from neighboring planets that persuaded her to walk to his door that night. No, he didn’t earn points just for being an alien. It helped, but the real reason she felt free around him was because he was the one person that expected nothing of her. And everything. He didn’t expect her to GIVE anything. She didn’t have to be Supergirl and save the day for him to like her. She didn’t have to be a good sister or responsible daughter for him to be interested. She didn’t even have to be a good friend for him to look at her the way he does. (Actually she wasn’t always the best friend to him, but that’s beside the point.)
He asked for nothing form her, just that she be his partner and help him save people. He actually confessed his feelings tonight without having any hope that she would feel the same. He was simply being honest, like she asked him to be. And boy, did she ask a lot of him.
Not only did he ask nothing of her, but he believed everything of her. He probably thought she was capable of anything. And with her powers, she likely was. But something gave her the feeling that even if she had no powers, if it was a red sun, he would still think her capable of holding the world on her shoulders. She almost couldn’t believe it. For one, he had listened to her and opened up like she asked. Secondly….comets. Come on, no girl would ever get over that. The look on his face….he was so vulnerable and genuine. She rarely gets to see his eyes that shade. Like a storm, swirling in on itself, blue skies invaded by worried grey cumulonimbus. He looked…afraid. More afraid than when she first met him and his whole word had suddenly disappeared. That look shook her to her core. She had just sat there, staring at him mutely. She supposes it’s not his fault that he assumed she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. She didn’t give much indication if she did or not. She was just too…stunned. She had tried dating before. When she was an awkward preteen, she was too ignorant of Earth’s culture to be seen as anything but weird. When she was a teenager, she was so afraid of her own powers that she couldn’t control them. The couple of dates she decided to give a go ended up in disaster. Like a poor, innocent human boy injured and bruised disaster. And as she became an adult….she focused on her career, on what she was supposed to be doing with her life and the gift of her powers.
There was Winn. Sweet, clueless, sensitive Winn. He could hack into a government facility-and has several times-but couldn’t tell if a woman was interested or not. He admitted his feelings and her immediate rejection lost her a best friend for weeks.
Then there was James. She was struck by cupid the moment she saw him. Or she thought she was. She pined for months, but when her chance came to actually have him….the sparks seemed to fade. Something didn’t feel quite right when they tried. The kiss was good, but…she just didn’t know if she was actually ready for a relationship. She knew she wanted his friendship, for sure, but…she suddenly wasn’t sure about anything more than that. It almost felt like girlfriend wasn’t supposed to be her role in his life. She realized after the fact that what she felt for James was probably akin to puppy-love. Her first serious feelings for someone at all as an adult. Of course she didn’t know where to put them. There had been a couple moments of questioning herself about some of the ladies in her life, but that was a completely different story….
But he hadn’t let her answer him. He assumed she didn’t like-like him before she could say anything. And that was frankly unfair. She….did feel something. She was just so scared and…she had never felt quite this MUCH before. It was overwhelming.
And that, ladies and gents, is how Kara Danvers ended up sneaking into the DEO after hours like a rebellious teen and knocking on Mon-El’s door. How cliché.
She waited impatiently as she heard the shuffle of feet before the door opened, revealing a tired and disheveled Mon-El. He had taken off the long-sleeve he had been wearing at her apartment and was now clad in a wife-beater-that she assumed he had on under his shirt-and dark blue boxers. His hair was messy and sticking up a little bit at the back. His expression registered sleepy as he rubbed his eyes and blinked, registering it was her.
Ok, so maybe she stewed and paced in her apartment for a couple hours before she came over here. At 1 am in the morning. Oh, bad idea, Kara. Why do you have such brilliant ideas? She berated herself even as her eyes ran over him. His biceps were tugging at the armholes of his wifebeater distractingly, a clear indication he needed the next size up. She guessed he HAD been training more without her recently. His shoulders were wider too. And his bleary eyes pierced into her, his mussed up hair definitely not adorable.
“Kara?” his voice sounded unsure, enough of a shock to make her remember that he was speaking to her and expected her to answer, “What are you doing here? I thought-“
“You-“ she stepped into his room and his space, poking him in the chest with one accusing finger, “You…you didn’t let me answer! You just said your piece and assumed that the way the world seems in Mon-El’s head is the way it must be. Isn’t that right?”
Well, that wasn’t what she had planned to say, but she always was good with righteous tell-offs. It was her comfort zone.
To say the boy was non-plussed would be an understatement. Now Kara being mad at him certainly wasn’t a new feeling. But as far as he could tell, he had done nothing to make her this mad. Not recently.
“I….hold on,” he shook his head, “I’m confused. Why are you yelling at me again? Because I cut you off earlier…I don’t remember…”
“Of course you don’t!” she huffed, deciding to go with the angry thing; any other emotion scared her too much, “I’m yelling because you just SPOKE for me! You assumed I didn’t care about you the way you care about me! And that’s another thing-comets?? Who says things like that? That is not fair. Uh-uh.”
He didn’t know if he could frown any harder, he might be accidentally stealing her Crinkle ™, “So….you wanted to tell me for yourself that you don’t have feelings for me like that?”
She couldn’t believe him! It was as if the universe was forcing her to outright say it. But…she couldn’t. if she said it, it was real. There flirty, friendly banter was ruined and their friendship was no longer a safe friendship that she could depend on…she had so few solid friendships right now with Winn and James having lied to her and Alex being busy with the new girlfriend and all… But if she says nothing again, then she’s stuck with this unbearable tension that’s always between them. Like a cloud in the air, shocking them if they get too close. Something that made her furious whenever he dared not listen to her and made him ache to have her look at him like he was worth something. That same thing that makes him act like a stupid puppy. Did she have magnetic powers too….Question for later, he filed away.
“Are you serious?? I come barging down here to tell you that I DON’T like you back? Are all boys on Daxam this dumb or-“
And that was it. In every relationship, there is a specific button that person A can press to set person B off like a volcano. Daxam and her prejudice against it was that button for Mon-El.
“Excuse me?! Just because we’re not the all-knowing high and mighty Kryptonians does not mean we’re dumb? I’m assuming you didn’t come down here just to insult me….so…what is it?” he almost glares at her expectantly, too tired for this much emotion. He had just had to deal with her rejection like a bullet straight to his heart. He didn’t know you felt actual pain in your chest when your heart broke.
“What is…why did I come?” she huffed, losing steam, “To…to tell you that you need to go shopping! You’re outgrowing your clothes and you look sloppy!” There was a heat in her eyes, mingled with fear, like a cat ready to pounce, but afraid of the counter-attack. And from that look, he suddenly understood. Maybe the gods had given him a divine strike of insight. He didn’t know how he realized it, but he did. Kara liked him back. She CARED. Kara felt the same. It kept repeating in his head, a hopeful wish that maybe could come true. He could tell she was too shy to say it, that much he knew. And he knew they would have to have a serious talk eventually, but maybe…if he pushed her far enough, she would forget her fear, just give in and tell him how she felt. He scoffed, almost amused, “My clothes?” he raised an eyebrow, knowing his calmness would set her off even more, “What about your clothes? Do you think that tiny little red skirt is really sufficient?”
“My-my skirt?? I have tights on under it! And what about you? Running around, half-cocked, trying to show off your ‘hero’ skills!” she further invaded his space, shoving him backwards. Showing her anger like this really wasn’t like her, but she knew she wouldn’t hurt him. It felt good to let out her frustration physically without fear of causalities.
He had just planned to goad her into being honest, but she was starting to get under his skin. He wasn’t showing off; he really was trying to do good, be better. “I was only doing what you said! Be the hero, Mon-El! Use your powers for good!”
“Until you left the people defenseless to save me when I didn’t need saving!” she rolled her eyes and he couldn’t stand it. He hated when she rolled her eyes at him like that, like he was a child.
He gritted his teeth to hold back his anger and almost laughed in disbelief, like he had when she asked if he liked her, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I forgot the perfect Kara doesn’t need saving!”
She refrained from stomping her foot, but only just, “I never said I was perfect! But I wanted to trust you so badly, Mon-El. I want a partner that knows I can take care of myself!”
He almost snickered, “Of course you can take care of yourself, Kara. You’re the most self-sufficient person I know.”
“But you had to save me because you care about me, huh?” she meant it as a taunt, but she came off sounding a little insecure and unsure of her choice to ask that question.
He couldn’t believe she was still asking this-hadn’t he opened himself up raw for her? Was that not enough yet? “Yes, Kara! I do! I care about you! And your stupid adorable crinkle and the blinding goodness shining out of your damn soul!” he was breathing harder now, the intensity of the emotions exerting themselves on him now. He wanted to be good for her. No, for him. She made him see that he COULD be a great man and he wanted that. Not just because he wanted to deserve her, but…maybe he did deserve to make it off Daxam. Maybe he was meant for something more than to be the prince people blindly bowed to.
His chest suddenly felt heavy with the realization of what he was feeling and what was happening. It didn’t help when she walked towards him, pushing him back towards the wall behind him. Her eyes were tractor beams of blue holding him frozen in place with her indignant glare, somehow touched by yet another of his confessions and annoyed….How does one person even convey all that??
“And maybe, if you listened for once in your life, Mon-El of Daxam, you would realize that you’re not alone.”
He could hardly breathe. She was so close to him, “You mean-“
“My turn to talk,” she frowned with adorable determination and took a deep breath, stealing herself, “Yes, I mean I…feel…I don’t know! I feel SOMETHING towards you and it’s stronger than anything else I’ve ever felt. I mean I love my sister, obviously, and I would die for my friends, but this is…different. I tried my luck with boys when I was young and god I was so bad at it…but even then, all I felt was butterflies. I was nervous of what they would think of me. But it wasn’t this…this…” she looked straight into his dark eyes and did the bravest thing she could ever do-she was honest with herself, “This is overwhelming. This isn’t something I know how to do, Mon-El. You do some pretty stupid things and you make me so ANGRY. And then you do something amazing just because you feel like being good and it makes me question my judgements. You surprise me. I expect one thing and you do the other. You make me feel…safe. And familiar. Like I can say anything to you and it’ll be okay…and then there’s your puppy dog eyes that don’t give up and geez that one time you came out of the DEO shower and-“
He was beyond words. Everything he wanted her to feel…she was saying she did. And he didn’t care that she didn’t know how to go about it. He didn’t really either. Relationships weren’t exactly what he did on Daxam. He didn’t care that she was awkward and rambling and sometimes yelled at him too much. He would take her for all of that. He wanted her. You didn’t choose your partners on Daxam. But here you did. And she was his choice.
He accidentally cut her off with a laugh of awed disbelief. In that moment, there was nothing left she could do. She obeyed the only logical option screaming at her in her head and kissed him. She grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him towards her, her lips finding his as a release of all the pent-up, confusing feelings neither of them could get a hold on. He startled at first, making a short, deep humming noise in his throat before he slid his hands around her waist, holding her like she was precious. And she was.
She tangled her arms around his neck and leaned her full weight on him, sending them crashing against the wall behind him. His back hit the concrete and he didn’t know if it was that that send his head spinning or the taste of her lips. She tasted like she smelled-the scent that invaded his dreams- vanilla donuts and lilac soap. She was sweet to the point of being dizzying. He lost his fingers in her hair and marveled at how soft the gold strands were in his grip. She was so strong in every aspect of her life, yet her body was so soft….How? She pulled back when she felt the little bits of concrete fall onto their shoulders. She looked at his face, nervous of his reaction, even after he admitted his feelings not hours before. But what she saw made her laugh giddily. The man was….there is no better word than flustered. His face was shocked, but there was a small smile there, like he had just woke from a dream. If she ever doubted he was head over heels for her…
But then his eyes locked onto hers and his gaze became a flame, burning through her, “Kara…”
She looked up at him and nodded, “Yeah?”
He smirked at her wickedly, “Tell me to stop right now or the wall will not be the only thing we destroy tonight…”
Her nerves were set ablaze. She would usually laugh at that kind of come on, but combined with the desire in his eyes and the gruffness of his voice… she may have felt her knees wobble. He was holding himself back. Because he wanted to make sure she was okay with this. And that might have been the hottest thing he’d ever done.
She swallowed the tightness in her throat, still a little nervous, “No, I-I’m not gonna say that.”
His answering smile was bright and genuine and possibly the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. He squeezed his arms wrapped around her, almost like a hug. He brushed back a lock of hair from her face that had fallen out from behind her ear, “Kara…don’t be nervous. I would never hurt you. I’ve messed up before and probably will again, but hurting you….that’s not something I’d ever think was okay.”
“It’s not that. I just…” she looked down for a second shyly, “I’ve never done this before.”
He laughed gently, “I know.”
“You know?? How do you know? You don’t know,” she babbled, blushing crimson.
He lifts one eyebrow, “Contrary to popular DEO opinion, I’m sure, I am not an idiot. You were a child when you left Krypton so you obviously did nothing there. Once you got here, you had super strength you couldn’t control. Just learning to keep a hold on that myself, I understand how hard it is to control how much force you put behind your grip. I certainly didn’t think someone as compassionate as you would be ok with breaking your partner in that area…” She giggled, actually giggled, and nodded, “No one thinks you’re dumb, Mon-El…”
“Eh…beg to differ. But Kara….?”
He smirked lustfully at her and started laying sweet, nipping kisses from just below her ear to her breastbone, “You can’t break me…”
She inhaled sharply at the first touch of his lips on her neck; it was like everywhere he touched, her blood heated up and she wanted to jump out of her own skin. Her heart hammered as he bit her earlobe gently, playing with her until she was ready to make a move of her own.
Quite unlike herself, she started to feel at ease with the foreign situation, a large grin starting to grow on her face, “Oh, I don’t know…I’m pretty strong.”
To back up her words, she grabbed the neck of his shirt and yanked him off the wall only to slam him back into it even harder. Dust fell from the ceiling at the impact and his eyes eyebrows shot up, pupils blown wide, “Woah…”
She laughed at him and gripped him in another searing kiss that he had no hope or power to resist. His hands were quick to work, throwing off her lose sweater and sliding up under the back of her shirt. God, the feel of her was addicting. He could spend hours mapping the curve of her back and the way it arched into him when he traced her spine. Hmm, the feeling of her breasts smashed against his chest wasn’t bad either. It was all doing things for him.
He was so caught up with her tongue licking his bottom lip that he didn’t even notice the feeling of his blood running south, hardening his cock. But Kara did. She was not used to feeling that against her.
She gasped and pulled back, smiling coyly at him, “Really? Just from kissing?”
He rolled his eyes in annoyance at her, “I’ve felt this way for a while, Kara….bottled up emotions and all that.”
“In that case…let me help you out a little,” she grinned teasingly as she hooked her finger in the top of his undershirt, just one finger. She pulled it down with her inhuman strength and ripped it right down the middle like tissue paper.
He laughed in surprise at that, “You know, you’ve got a lot of tricks for a virgin, Kara Zor-El,” he kissed her sweetly on the lips and muttered, “But I’m not a virgin. I’ve got more.”
He pushed his hips into hers with one smooth thrust and he watched her face, feeling these things for the first time.
Her eyes went wide, almost startled, at the reaction it got out of her body. Her core was tingling and she suddenly wanted to be wrapped around him like a monkey. She shook that image out of her head and promptly jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. He stumbled slightly and caught her, flipping them around so she was the one with her back against the wall. He could tell the time for teasing was over, at least with words.
He dove back in, kissing her soft lips, drinking sweetness from her. His little shining light in the dark. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingertips into the flesh at the small of her back, needing her closer as he forgot himself.
Soon she was catching on, tugging at his hair and running her lips down his neck this time, sucking the skin into her mouth. Making out she had done before. But no man had ever responded to her like this before. His head dropped back as she bit and licked at the pale skin just above his shoulder. He moaned and his hips pushed up against her again, pinning her to the wall. She didn’t think he was aware he was doing it this time. He seemed dazed. She tightened her legs around his waist and started grinding back against him. The moment she did, he grunted from deep in his throat and opened his eyes.
“Kara,” he laughed, sounding more like a growl with the timbre of his voice, “You don’t understand what you’re doing to me.”
That was good then, she was taking mental notes for later, “Then show me.” With any other woman, it would sound overly flirty like a blatant tease, but with her, he could tell she was just being honest. She didn’t quite know what to do. She wanted him to show her what he wanted.
All he wanted was her. So he decided to show her that. The first thing he wanted was her skin on his. With that in mind, he tugged at her shirt, possibly a little too hard, ripping it apart and sending the buttons flying.
Her mouth dropped open at that, “That was a work shirt. Is that payback?” she laughed.
“No, uh…” he blushed, “That was an accident.” Yes, he had had sex before, but never with superpowers. This should be interesting.
He flashed her a brilliant, cocky smile and watching him with that mega watt grin and his chest straining with the effort of keeping her in his arms…Kara’s nerves disappeared. It was like that smile was a magic trick. And the look he was giving her was contagious. It was like that, the one and only time she’d been drunk, when he was laughing with her. Carefree. And she couldn’t help but just smile back at him, weightless. Floaty. And now she knew it wasn’t because of drinks. “God, you’re so beautiful…” he sighed against her neck, trailing kisses down between her bra, tugging the soft cotton cups of the undergarment with his teeth, feeling a little wild. He pulled her close against him with all of his strength, nipping at her cleavage expertly. She groaned, feeling the force of his hands was strange. It wasn’t oppressive at all because she knew he would stop if asked. But it felt…real. She exhaled out a sound
of pleasure that she had never heard herself make and suddenly the spot on the wall behind him that she’d been staring at was scorched, a singed hole in the concrete….Oh. She wanted to hit herself for her loss of control, but she quickly got distracted. Mon-El hadn’t even realized what she’d done. He was continuing his ministrations, reaching around her to unhook her bra. He pulled back just enough to get a look at her.
And when he did, breathless and grinning, she could feel him twitch in his jeans against her stomach, “Stunning.” She was like a dream, what he had imagined angels looked like. He slid his hands up from her waist without even thinking, cupping her breasts in his hands. He watched her expression as he squeezed, flicking one nipple with his finger.
She jerked in his arms, her hands digging into his shoulders as she huffed out a breath, “Mon-El…”
That expression on her face was going to become his favorite pretty soon-flushed and pleased. She was squirming in his arms as he dropped his head down to suck a rosy nipple into his mouth. She whined at the feeling, kissing over his shoulders as she clung to him, “I…I didn’t know…”
“Didn’t know what?” he muttered as he walked them across the room, talking in between kissing her lips.
“That this felt so good. I wouldn’t have waited if I’d known,” she panted. Though the words were innocent, they turned him on immensely. Having the honor to show this whole new world to her was exciting him. He restrained a growl and sped forward, another dent in another wall. He slid her hands up above her head so that she couldn’t use her sneaky touch to distract him from his mission. He wanted her to beg. It had been way too long since he’d had a woman in his arms. And he’d never held one he cared for this much.
She bit her lip in anxious anticipation, “Mon, what are you-“
Before she could finish her question, he was back to her breasts. He kissed between the valley of them, giving the neglected nipple a soft tug with his teeth before he continued his path down her body. His lips worshipped her stomach, the skin there like vanilla velvet under his tongue. He swirled his tongue in her belly button for a brief moment. When she giggled at the sensation, he smiled to himself, memorizing her ticklish spots for later. He nipped at her hip bone, dropping to his knees now, like a man at the alter.
She let out her first real moan of the night, the sound almost getting caught in her throat. She blushed, trying to stop the heat from invading her face. She shouldn’t be embarrassed by the sound, but this was all so weird to her. Wonderful, but not usually a part of her day to day life. His lips on her skin felt like…oh she didn’t even know! But it was as if wherever his mouth went, all the nerves in her skin centered in that one place and lit up, “You’re good at this…” “Well, I have done this before.”
His actions made something in her lower stomach tighten. It was heated pressure…down there. It made her want to move, need to move. She envisioned tackling him to the ground for a brief second before his fingers slid under the waistband of her panties. He teasingly slid his finger just under the panties, spanning the skin across her hips. Her hips, in response, flexed and pushed up against his hand without her permission. Her eyes widened and she briefly considered the very silly possibility that Daxamites were some kind of wizards. He chuckled against her skin, his hot breath ghosting over her like torture. She dropped her head back against the wall in frustration and groaned.
“Relax, Kara. I’ve got you.”
The words were reassuring when she needed it. Without a warning-because he knew it would scare her- he slid his fingers downwards, pulling off her underwear. As he explored, his fingers found the nub right at the top of the juncture between her thighs. He pressed down lightly, testing how reactive her body was.
“Fuck!” her voice went higher, breathless as she cursed reflexively and thrust against his touch. A thrill shot up through her body from her center, little streams of white hot sensations racing through her veins. Very sensitive, apparently. He squeezed her hip, prompting her to lift her head off of the wall and looked at him, “Watch me, Kara. I want to see your eyes light up.”
She nodded, trying to focus on his face and sort out one feeling from another as he began to play her body like a piano. He continued testing her, sliding his fingers in between her lips. He had to stop for a second and collect himself when he felt how wet she was already, making him throb in his jeans.
“Oh…” she was almost mewling, small erotic sounds tumbling from her throat as her body felt something new. When he slipped a finger inside her, just wanting to feel her, she slid her hands in his hair and gripped it hard, “Mon-El…”
He looked up at her, stroking her hip with one hand, “Yes?”
“That-I…I” he could feel her clenching around his finger, scared of not being in control of her body.
“Shhh,” he kissed her hipbone affectionately, “I know. but it’s ok. You’ll like it. Trust me.”
And-she realized quite suddenly-she did. She did trust him now. The only reason she hadn’t before was because he didn’t listen. But the reason he didn’t listen was ironically now why she felt so safe. She understood he put her before everything.
She nodded and took in a deep breath, relaxing her body as he slid another finger in, while rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, “Oh…ooookay,” she smiled as she relaxed, leaning back against the wall as an onslaught of hormones hit her, “That’s good…that’s really good. Mon,” she moaned.
He watched her, somehow finding her adorable and sexy all at once. He focused on her pleasure and ignored his body screaming at him to take her against the wall. Later. For now, he decided to distract himself from the heavenly sound of her moaning his name by finally tasting her. He may have never acted on it before now, but he had dreamed of this. Oh, had he dreamed of this. He amped it up a notch, dropping his mouth to her core and licking a straight line up to her clit, focusing there. He flicked his tongue over the little bundle of nerves over and over again.
She screamed, “Oh my God! Mon-El!” her hands tried to grip onto something, anything. One hand went to the wall beside her and punched it, rubble falling to the ground in the wake of her passion. The other hand squeezed his shoulder so hard, he knew he would have a hand shaped bruise there tomorrow. He knows he’ll get hard everytime he sees that bruise for the next couple of days. He pumped his fingers faster inside of her, curling them on the up-stroke, searching for something. He wanted her to know what the BEST could feel like. He wanted to give her everything he could. He sucked her clit into his mouth while his free hand slid up to rest on her ass. Oh, how gorgeous that was too. Damn her.
She cried out above him and thrust wildly into his movements, “Un-there! Right there oh god yes!”
Her voice was like music and he closed his eyes to listen. He could tell she was close, her walls starting to flutter around his fingers.
He smirked against her as he got an idea. Without warning, he started moving his fingers as fast as he could, in and out, in and out at inhuman speeds. It was a little rough, but not enough to hurt her.
“Oh my god, oh my god, yes, that feels so good, Mon-El, keep going, please, I’m gonna-MMM!”
And beautifully, she exploded. Her nerves went off in a million directions as she moaned at the top of her lungs, not even words, but unintelligible sounds of ecstasy. Of course, she had tried to do this to herself before, but…she was not as practiced as him. She never would’ve been able to imagine what this felt like before. It was indescribable and overwhelming and Jesus she was drowning and she just never wanted it to stop.
“Oh Rao!” she cursed as she slumped back against the wall, sighing. She opened her eyes and started to collect herself as he rose back to his full height in front of her.
“I take it, you’re not scared of losing control anymore?”
He was smirking at her boyishly and there was a fine sheen of sweat over his chest that made the crappy fluorescent lights shine slightly on his skin. She wasn’t sure if it was the orgasm she just had or if she was just finally being honest with herself, but god damn, was the man gorgeous.
She shook her head rapidly at him and slid her hands down his chest, quickly trying to undo the button on his pants and pull his zipper down as fast as she could.
He moaned as her fingers brushed his erection, but took her hand, “Woah, that’s a little fast. You ok?”
She grinned like an idiot and shot her eyebrows up, “Seriously? I’m beyond ok! Just…ugh, take these off.”
Right after the joint effort to remove his pants, she did what she had been wanting to do for the last 30 minutes and tackled him to the ground. He fell to the floor with a rough thud and a naked blonde straddling him.
“Ok, I’m alright with this,” he chuckled as if he was weighing his options. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her with every emotion she had ever made him feel. She laid her hands on his chest tenderly, pushing a curl behind her ear as she smiled at him, pulling back.
“I didn’t really have a plan after tackling you…” she admitted, still a little shy somehow.
“You never have to apologize for jumping on me, Kara,” he looks over her with hunger in his eyes, “But uh…” he moaned, shifting his hips, “You’re right on top of where I need you most and I’m kinda dying here. If you don’t decide on a next move soon, I’m gonna flip us over and fuck you into the floor.” She startled at that; she had never heard him curse this much before tonight. She didn’t expect to be that kind of woman that enjoyed dirty talk, but….despite her recent release, those words combined with the look on his face had her tingling everywhere once again. She was ready for more. Actually, she thinks she was just…ready.
A crooked smile lifted her lips as she leaned down into his face teasingly and whispered, “Then do it.” A challenge he was willing to take.
He growled and flipped them over before a second ticked by on the clock. He kissed her passionately, licking the inside of her cheek and nipping her tongue, “Are you sure about this?”
She rolled her eyes at him and this time, he didn’t mind, “Mon, El…I am ready for this. Trust me.” She echoed his comforting words from earlier and she saw relief flood through his eyes.
“Good.” And without another word, she felt him lining up the tip of his cock to her opening. She watched him nervously as he slid himself up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness to make the entry a little easier for her. The muscles in his neck flexed as he restrained himself from entering. He had to make this good for them both. Just the touch of her flesh against him had goosebumps shivering across his back and his shaft aching to be inside her. He looked up at her face, still obsessed with watching her reactions, as he slowly thrust into her, inch by inch until he was fully seated. He was a little surprised she could actually take him all. She was a virgin, after all.
Her mouth dropped open, her kiss-stained lips making a beautiful pout as she squeezed her eyes shut, back arching off the ground. Her breasts pushed up against his chests, nipples hard and brushing against his. She fit so perfectly into him. Or him into her. He couldn’t tell anymore. She was keening, a low humming sound. he couldn’t tell what the sound meant though.
“Kara,” he stroked her cheek to make her open her eyes, “Does it hurt? Are you ok?”
The moment he thrust into her, she had gone to another world. She never understood the phrase seeing stars until now. The intrusion did feel sort of odd; he was stretching her as much as she could stand and pulsing against her. Her mind was on overdrive, trying to process the feeling of being so full and whole. God, it felt good. Her face was burning, her skin was on fire and the molten coil in her stomach was growing tighter again. So much heat everywhere.
She laughed lightly, like a tinkling of bells in his ear, and nodded, “Oh…yes! Yes, I’m good, Mon.” she wiggled her hips experimentally, delighting in the feeling of him swelling even more inside her at the movement. She tightened her walls down on him and dropped her head back against the floor, reveling at how good he felt inside of her-solid and so warm and…perfect. She sighed.
He choked on his own groan and glared down at her, the feeling of her wet heat enveloping him so tightly almost making him lose his mind, “That was evil.”
He took her words to mean that he was free to move as he liked. He braced his hands on either side of her hand and thrust up into her as hard as he could, pulling out slowly to torture her, before pushing back in forcefully.
“Uh,” she grunted, clawing at his shoulders, “Mon…El…please,” she looked up at him, pleading for him to give her what she wanted, “Just…faster!”
Somehow, she knew that would feel even better. An instinct was telling her what she needed from him. She didn’t know how that worked and she didn’t care. “Kara,” he groaned gruffly into her, “That’s just what I was thinking.”
He started pushing into her body faster and faster, harder than any human man could. Not that she minded, he lifted his hips at the end of every thrust into her, hitting that spot that fried her brain and scrambled coherent thought.
His deep, contented moan of “Fuck, yes!” was met with her light “Oh, that’s amazing,” as they both struggled for breath.
She lost her shyness and her desires took over as she slid her hands around to his ass, squeezing hard and pulling him even faster into her body.
He lost his mind as barreled into her without end. He could hardly breathe. His thoughts were a jumble of her name and the beautiful look on her face right now and the smell coming up off her skin while their bodies slid against each other, sweaty and overheated.
“Mon, I need you right…” he anticipated what she wanted and angled a particularly strong thrust straight against her favorite spot, “THERE!” she laughed through a ragged moan, “Oh! So much…,” she rested her face against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.
He growled a reply as he stroked her hair, “You’re so tight…” he felt her heat seeping into his skin, “I almost can’t take it.”
She got a sudden idea, wanting to take control. She flipped them back over, making her the one that could control the pace. She sunk down onto him again, feeling him deeper in this position. Her toes curled as her head fell forward, “Shit, I can feel you…so deep,” she whined, not caring what she sounded like. “Ungh!” he grunted, pumping his hips up into her, searching for any kind of friction to relieve the ache in his balls, “Please, Kara, move.”
She blinked, quickly deciding her best course of action was to lift herself up and down over him. She understood the cowgirl metaphor of riding a man now. And she had to say, it might become a favorite of hers. Having stronger powers than him, she was able to thrust over him so quickly, their bodies almost would’ve looked like a blur to anyone watching.
“Oh, lord above!” he shouted at the ceiling, holding onto her hips for an anchor, “Damn it, you feel good!”
Seeing him so blatantly enjoy himself sent a fresh wave of lust washing over her, making her even slicker against him. She circled her hips at the end of a thrust, curious to see what it would feel like and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she released a breathy scream, “Shit!”
He chuckled and counter thrusted back up against her, “Do it again, but slower,” he instructed, slowly learning what she liked.
She took a second just to breathe, feeling her head spin, before she listened quietly. She sat herself fully down on him and rotated her hips slowly in a circle. Right as she did, he ground his hips upward against her most sensitive spot. She screamed out an “Oh!” in complete satisfaction, teetering closer to the edge. The knot in her abdomen was beginning to tingle so intensely, it almost hurt, “Mon El,” her voice broke as she tried to communicate just how much she was feeling to him, “It’s gonna happen a-again…I need-“
He sat up slightly and slid his arms around her back, pulling his knees up for her to lean against, “I know what you need, beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, caressing her back. The new position had her sitting in his lap. He kissed her deeply as he slid slowly and smoothly in and out of her, drawing out every last bit of the pleasure. She sobbed against his shoulder at the feeling of his cock dragging against her overly sensitive walls, “Oh, please.”
She could almost feel the hot prick of tears in the corners of her eyes, the intensity running her nerve endings raw.
He was not much better, having long since lost the ability to form entire words. He kissed her cheek right before he thrust back up into her one last time, as hard as he could, “Ungh!” he breathed out the primal sound, the throbbing in his shaft releasing all at once. His brain short-circuited and all he ever wanted was this feeling and her in his arms forever.
He could feel Kara’s nails scratching down his back and she let go once again, crying out like a siren, “Ah!” her hair was gold under the lights, a halo around her as her spine formed a lovely curve. She came undone with sweat glistening on her top lip, part of her curls matted to the side of her face, the ghost of a smile on her red lips. Now THAT was a comet-striking, a flame shooting across the sky, lovely and strong at the same time, shooting soft light down on everything around it. He could watch her shoot across the sky for the rest of his life. As she came down from her high, she looked around them at the sleeping quarters of the DEO. There were several mysterious dents and hand sized holes in the walls, rubble lined the floor. One of the lights overhead was flickering on and off as dust fell from the ceiling tiles, “Oh no!”
The furrow of his eyebrows at that moment could’ve rivaled The Crinkle, “That’s really not what a guy wants to here with a woman on his lap.”
She slapped his shoulder playfully and gestured to the room, “Look around you, hot shot.”
And he did; he surveyed the room much like she had seconds before. Except, his reaction wasn’t worry so much as hysterics.
He bust out laughing, “Oh ho ho! Oh my GOD! J’onn is going to kill us!” Her face went stark white out of nowhere, “Mon-El…that’s the least of our worries.”
“What?” he pouted in confusion until she pointed at a camera in the corner of the room, “The cameras in private dorms turn off at night.”
She shook her head, feeling sick, “Alex overrode that order last week once she heard that white Martians might be attacking soon. All cameras are to remain on at all times….”
“So….are you destroying the security tape or am I?”
A/n: Phew! That was long! But it’s finally done! So excited. Anyway, i kind of want to write a morning after drabble to this, showing Alex’s reaction to the tapes and J’onn’s reaction to the destruction of property. But I am too tired at the moment. If you guys have any suggestions for prompts, lines you want included or whatever, then as always, just let me know!
Yes, a big one. Her mother found very disturbing letters written to her best friend ‘Mona’ in ninth grade. However Cassie had already been slipping since fifth/sixth grade. She hung around with the wrong crowd, ditched school, smoked a lot of pot, became a satanist. It got so bad her parents were actually afraid of her. Thats when they sent her to a Church and she became all religious. They really cared for her. The church was an act of desperation. They literally had no idea what to do. Cassie just seemed so far gone. They couldn’t tell at first if was a real threat or the typical teenage talk like “I’m going to kill my mom she won’t let me go to the mall” but it turned out to be very real. Here are just some examples from her book:
A letter addressed to Cassie from her best friend Mona (not her real
name) opened with several lines of unprintable sex talk and ninth-grade
gossip, and went on to discuss a teacher at the high school, Mrs. R., and
invited Cassie,“Want to help me murder her? She called my parents and
told them about my F.” The letter ended with a reminder about a “neat
spell,” drawings of knives and vampire teeth, mushrooms, and a carica-
ture of Mrs. R. lying in a pool of blood, butcher knives protruding from
Most of the other letters were decorated as well – monkeys with vampire teeth, axes, knives, mushrooms (for mind-altering drugs) – or scribbled with spells and rhymed couplets:
Prick your anger, it is done. The moon has now eclipsed the sun. The angel of dark has spread his wings, The time has come for better things.
In one letter the writer went to great lengths to describe how much she
hated her father; in another, how much she adored Marilyn Manson.
There was endless talk about the “sexiness” of black clothes and makeup,
the “fun” of contraband alcohol, marijuana, and self-mutilation, and the
adventures of a classmate whose girlfriend went to “this satanic church,
cult thing where you have to drink a kitten’s blood to get in.”
Several of the letters advised Cassie to do away with us and thus solve
her innumerable problems. One ended, “Kill your parents! Murder is the
answer to all of your problems. Make those scumbags pay for your suffering. Love you, me.”
Another was illustrated with grisly drawings of a couple (“Ma and
Pa”) strung up by their intestines, daggers hanging from their hearts,
and referred to the “intestine hanging thing,” which the writer thought
was a “pretty good idea.”
“Vampires among us
forever!” followed by a crude poem: “Leave me to swallow my own blood,
Let me drink my life away. Forever the glow of the candle shines
Through the emptiness of my soul. Don’t touch the fire, the old scar says, My blood will boil when the right time comes.
As evil closes on my name, The spark of life will fade away…”
Cassie was as good as any teen at playing straight. She stayed at school
after hours, because “I’ve got to pull up my art grade” (never mind the
pot smoking and the drinking, and that, contrary to what we had been
led to believe, there was no supervision in the room). She showed us her
cool new CD’s, though not the ones she knew we wouldn’t approve of. She
introduced us to Rick, a classmate who seemed harmless enough, but she
did her best to keep us ignorant of his dabbling in satanic rituals and his
problems at home.
Cassie would erupt in fits of anger and
despair, and we never knew quite what she would say or do next. I began to
dread getting up in the morning. Brad remembers:
When Cassie got upset with us – and I mean really upset – she would scream
about how unhappy she was, and how unfair it was for us to have gone
through her room. She would cry and scream and yell, “I’m going to kill myself! Do you want to watch me? I’ll do it, just watch. I’ll kill myself. I’ll put a
knife right here, right through my chest.” I would try to calm her down by
talking with her, or stroke her and hold her tight and tell her how much her
mother and I loved her. There were times when she was acting so irrationally that I felt like slapping her, just to knock her back to her senses. But I never did. Instead I put
my arms around her even tighter, pulled her real close, and said over and over,
“I love you, Cassie, and I don’t want to see you do anything to hurt yourself. I
don’t want to see anything bad happen to you at all.”
Initially, it seemed Dave would be right. In a letter to a friend dated January 4, 1997, Cassie wrote:
“…The letters they found in my room were really graphic, and even had pictures of how we would kill my parents. So now they know about the smoking,
drinking, all that stuff, plus about our not-serious killing stuff. S—, so now I
can’t speak to my best friends, Mona and Judy, and my other friend, Rick. If
I see or speak to Mona, the sheriff will le a restraining order. Yeah, my parents contacted the police! I think they’ve completely blown this whole thing
out of proportion. I’m not addicted to alcohol or cigarettes. I’m not a pothead, but basically I’m really lonely and depressed and hate my parents. Hope
your life doesn’t suck as bad as mine. I tried running away, but they caught me. One good thing though, I’m going to sneak out to the Marilyn Manson
concert. Mona and Rick are going too, so at least I’ll get to see them then.”
coming to the doorway of Cassie’s room and not being able to bring myself to walk in. I can’t quite describe it, but it felt like you could almost cut
the air in that room with a knife, the atmosphere was so oppressive. Finally I went in, and I sat down on Cassie’s bed and began to cry. (I’m thinking that’s some sort of witchcraft).
How, somehow, you are my heart and when things fall apart (or not, too soon to tell) there is a reckoning of sorts. What is over and where is not. We will go on for tomorrow or for when we are apart and this is circular. I need you to understand: I need you here. When you are not present I find myself confused and longing.
This is what love is when love is not. What you have may be a place or moment in time where you felt peace when all around you blistered into ash. You become what you feel at the time; blossom or wilt.
You have little choice; spark brightness fades just the same as dying, I suppose. You breathe life into brittle movements bereft of tongue to muscle spirit forward. Fit to live you die a second time. Silent, alone, still beating.
Where go the unfinished poems abandoned by the poet.
I swear to my 6 formas Dex Sybaris! I by my pride of using the Sybaris before it became a trend weapon!
I was just making this, and writing something to go with it, I ended up writing a short story with at least three parts and possibly an idea for a full comic starring the four: Sharpshooter Jack Savage, Badass Cop Bun Judy Hopps, Designated Marksman Nick Wilde and Medic/Mechanic Hybrid Skye.
It was supposed to be a small piece, I swear! I don’t know why it turned out this way.
Horrible writings incoming
Jack’s team post joint-ops
The mission was long and everyone had a rough time but it was a huge success. Jack’s team parted with Nick and Judy to turn in their reports, and it sure is a boring process that she will either make him do it for her or turn it in a week later. Of course she’s too much of a valuable asset to get kicked out and she knew that and a certain lapin would not mind to do it for her no matter how much of a trouble maker she can be. After all, Jack can’t live without her, literally and figuratively, not only she patched him up in several tough missions with wounds that could have cost him his life but also when she’s around, the stress of the job is nowhere to be found. They knew there’s something between them but will it be something more or just simple partnership? The silence was broken when he heard Skye:
“Commander Savage! Commander Savage!!! Look at Wilde and Hopps over there!!”
With the excitement in her voice, he knew it would either be something interesting or something that will bug him for the rest of their “business trip” to Zootopia. Turning his gaze to the direction of whatever made her eyes all starry and wagging that tail of her like that one time he gave her chocolate on Valentine’s day, Jack found a red fox embracing his bunny partner with one arm, and seems to be shushing Chief Bogo with the other. He knew the fox is very cunning and capable of handling himself but this? Shushing his own boss for his significant other? Jack could do that himself if that was his artic fox partner but doubtful that their superiors would be as understanding as the Police Chief. A what seems to be fan-girling voice broke his trance of thought:
“Shushing his own boss! Oh My! They are adorable and so romantic! Partners dating! I wish you are half as romantic as them Commander Savage!”
The arctic vixen seems to be aware of her own words, unfazed, but it raises a question that they asked themselves several time: “We understand each other and cleared the misunderstanding, but is he/she ready to take it to the next step?”
In a monotone voice, Jack dodged the topic with uncertainty in his own mind:
“Uh huh! Sorry for not being romantic!”
As his thought drifted back to the trip on the way back from the island, to the discussion he had with Nick, to the conversation he had with her on the boat. Scrolling the phone to read Nick’s instructions while enjoying his coffee - the only thing ZPD has to offer on the field - Jack’s lost in thought again before turning to his colleague, no, his friend:
“You know, you don’t have to call me Commander Savage all the time. You are my friend, so you can call me Jack if you want. I… uh… like it better.”
“Hmmm??? Did I hear that right?? Can you repeat that?” - the playful vixen wouldn’t let him go with this, it’s too good of an opportunity to tease him. “Commander?”
“Geeez! You don’t have to emphasize Commander! I like it better when you call me by my name! Ok?”
Just being able to see the high and mighty Jack Savage turning red is good enough for her. It’s better than anything she could have asked for, it feels as good as when they had that heart to heart conversation on from the returning trip. She just look at him with a genuine smile, a smile that he himself would love to see and treasure forever:
“Okay, Jackie! I’ll call you by your name from now on!”
Her smile was more than enough to make his heart jump out of his chest, it was warm and gentle, a smile that he would love to see every day from now and till the end of time. She is the reason why he look forward to the date so much, a date that could be a disaster if not for the help of his unexpected allies, another dynamic duo, just like his, a fox and a rabbit teamed up with each other. Jack is quite happy that there are two mammals in a crazy city, solving crazy unthinkable stuffs, accomplishing amazing feats and most of all, they understand him and his partner more than others. With his mind made up, he turn to the vixen once again, asking the question that lingers at the back of his mind for too long:
“Hey, ehh, Skye! I know that we are staying in the same hotel. And… ehh… w… we kind of finished the operation early.. earlier than expected right?”
Upon saying this, he could have sworn the vixen’s eyes turned from starry night to the entire galaxy itself, jumping in place with excitement:
“You are right, we finished the operation early, which means we have tonight and the entire day of tomorrow to enjoy Zootopia!!”
“Yes.. yes.. of course!! Wait, did you just say we?”
“Indeed I did! Is there a problem Jackie? You have your own plans tomorrow? Or you prefer to spend time alone? I hope I’m not easing up your schedule.”
Seeing the sparks from Skye’s eyes fading away, looking down and seems to be snuffed out of all the excitement earlier, Jack almost panick at the sight of it, but he remembered what Nick told him, quickly get back on his feet, he tries to lighten up the mood of the vixen:
“Ah! No! Not at all! I don’t mind! I would love to spend some time exploring the city. It’s not like we get to visit it every day, right?”
“You do? I’m not messing up anything?”
“Yes, I absolutely do! And you are not messing up anything. I was about to ask you something. Are you free tonight? Do you have any plans?”
“Not at all, what’s on your mind? Hold on a second here, don’t tell me you are going to ask me what I think it is!”
“I have no idea what you are thinking! And would you like to join me for dinner tonight?”
“OH! MY! GOD!!! YES!!! I knew it! You were going to ask me that! I swear if Judy is not sleeping right now in Nick’s arms, I would go over there and tell her about this! I would love to Jackie! You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to ask me out!”
“You do? Is it ok if I pick you up at your room at 7? I think you could use some time to prepare so 7 seems reasonable, and I can finish the reports so we can enjoy the dinner with no worries!”
“Hmmm! 7 seems fine, I waited for 2 years, just 3 more hours is fine by me!……………Ohhh who am I kidding? Screw the reports, if you do it, it will be midnight when you are done! I’m getting my date tonight! Come on Jackie!”