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I haven’t seen a lot of the class touring Arkham fics anymore, so here’s my prompt. Ok more salt and rogue trying to adopt Marinette.

So the class is touring Arkham. They were walking through the cafeteria or recreation room, their guide was rushing them because the inmates are due to come any minute. Lila slows down and trips Marinette, then she kicks Marinette’s sketchbook across the room. The class leave Marinette behind while she is scrambling for her book. When she looks up she finds two of Gotham’s Rogues in front of her.

Harley and Ivy weren’t expecting to have anything exciting to happen. There has been gossip about a foreign class touring Arkham, but other than that it’s been pretty quiet. They walked into the recreation room and froze. There is a child there. There is a child by herself there. They immediately went over to her, and they saw shock in her eyes when she saw them.

“Hey there girlie whatcha doing here by yourself?” Harley asks her gently.

“Uhm, my class and I are on a tour, but it looks like they forgot me.”

Harley and Ivy steered her towards an abandoned sofa and sat on either side of her. They soon got her to spill what’s happened. Harley went into ‘therapist’ mode. Marinette didn’t know how long she was talking about her problems, but she soon had her head in Harley’s lap while Harley strokes her hair.

Once all of the tears have been shed. Marinette showed them her designs. Some based on Gotham architecture, some based on the vigilantes, finally presenting outfits based on them. Ivy and Marinette start talking about making an eco friendly fabric. Harley knoticed what time it is and walks over to the door. She bangs on it a few times to get someone’s attention.

[[More]]

“What is it?”

“You know that French tour from earlier?”

“Yeah what about it?”

Harley moves enough for him to see Marinette talking passionately with Ivy. “I think that left someone behind.”

The worker pales drastically. They ran like a bat outta hell to get their superiors. This news ran up the chain of command until it got to Gordon.

Gordon was having a stressful evening. The Joker recently escaped, there were more muggings this past week than usual, and now he gets a call from Arkham. Only telling him to get over there as fast as possible. Not knowing what he is going up against he called Batman.

Batman and Red Hood arrived at Arkham. As they approach Gordon to see what’s going on they hear a worker panically describing how he found a French child in the room surrounded by the inmates. Red Hood demands to know which room. Once getting the info they both rush to the room. They were expecting the worse: torturing, beatings, crying. What they were NOT expecting is a small French girl braiding Poison Ivy’s hair while having Harley Quinn braid her own hair.

“The riddler should be shot and his clothes should be burned, then the ashes have to be scattered at the four corners of the world. The different shade of green on that man is more than a forest. Like, having a green themed outfit is fine. Wearing it everyday is fine. But what is NOT FINE is whereing every shade of green PLUS purple question marks. It’s like he’s asking to be slapped!” Marinette ranted.

Red Hood grabbed Batman’s shoulder and pulled him out of the room. He turned fully to Batman, placing both hands on his shoulders, he started shouting. “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO ADOPT HER! DO YOU HEAR ME! SHE IS TOO PURE AND INNOCENT! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO CORRUPT HER!”

Batman just brushes him off and (glides? Shadow melts? Skulks?) into the room.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but may I ask what is going on?”

Marinette yelps in suprise. Spinning around to come face-to-face with the dark knight himself. “Uh-um-I-I-I-“

“She won a scholarship for her class. They were taking a tour today and left her behind. She said she has been bullied by the class for a while, and there is this one girl lying about everything.” Harley intervened for Marinette.

“Hmmm, you won the Martha Wayne scholarship?” Marinette nods shyly. Batman kneels down to be eye level with Mari. “What’s your name?”

Marinette looks at him and smiles brightly. “My name’s Marinette.”

After being dazzled by her bright, sunshine smile. (Red Hood is in the background being the dramatic ass he is shielding his eyes and yelling “TOO BRIGHT”) Batman then speaks up. “Your class wasn’t supposed to tour Arkham.”

Marinette freezes. “I’m sorry, what?!”

“Arkham is far too dangerous to tour. Who decided that the class was to come her.” Batman questioned her as they walked towards the door.

Before she could answer Harley interrupted. “Oi, Batsy! You can’t adopt her! She is our baby!”

“That isn’t up to you Harley.” Batman retorted.

“I told you earlier Bats, you’re not adopting another one” Hood spoke up.

“B-b-but I already have parents” Marinette informs them.

“It’s ok sweet pea we adopted you emotionally.” Ivy soothes.

“Ok let’s go inform Gordon what happened.” Red Hood directs her to the commissioner while Batman stepped away to make a few calls. He then calls Marinette’s parents, and tells them what happened. They give him permission to watch over their daughter.

By the time he walks back to where Marinette is, both her and Red Hood are ready to go. Hood helps Marinette into the back of the Batmobile, then climbs in next to Batman. Batman then turns to Marinette. “I called Mr. Wayne and informed him of what happened. He told me to bring you to his house, he wants to know what made yours class think you had a to of Arkham.”

“Thank you Mr. Batman.”

Marinette gets out of the batmobile and meets Alfred at the door. Batman calls Red Robin. “Red Robin I want you to find out why the class went to Arkham today.”

“10-4 B”.

By the time everyone returned from the cave Red Robin had what he needed.

“So it turns out one of the students made a fake email, under your name and told the teacher that they had a tour that was left off of the schedule. Then sent an email to Arkham to have them expect them.”

“Who was the student?”

“A Lila Rossi.”

“Hmmmm it seems like we will have to keep an eye on the situation.”

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Ok so now it’s a few days later and the class is at Wayne Enterprise taking a tour. When the Riddler suddenly takes them hostage.

“Which one of you is Marinette?” Riddlers demanded

The class has no hesitation when pushing Marinette into the him. Marinette quickly regains her balance and squared up to him.

“What do you want with me.”

The Riddler gets close to her face in a dramatically scary way. Then quickly backs up and shows off his outfit. “I heard you don’t think I’m stylish.”

This is all the invitation that Marinete needed. She lays into him. No mercy.

“Absolutely. It’s worse in person than in the pictures!”

The Riddler gasps dramatically. “How dare-“

“Oh I dare. I dare I can redesign your entire wardrobe and make it look 10 times better.”

As all the hostages are being saved the class tries to leave, only to be stopped by an officer.

“Ma’am I’m sorry but you have to stay and give your statements.”

Bustier was insisting that it was too dangerous for them to stay there. If the police want their statements then they can come to their hotel and get them. The officer motions to the bus driver to not leave. The bus driver is more than happy to stay put. He is sick and tired of this ungrateful class.

Not too long after, Marinette and the Riddler walk out. The Riddler looks excited about his new clothes. He is so ready he heads straight to Gordon. He asks Gordon if he can have a package delivered to Arkham. Gordon is suspicious until Marinette shows him her designs. Gordon agrees.

As everyone is giving their statements Lois Lane arrives. Alya is extatic, she thanks Lila for getting her an interview with her idol. Only to turn around and see her idol interviewing Marinette.

Lois marches towards the girl who seems to be at the center of all this. A small girl standing next to the Riddler. She approaches her and asks for an interview. The girl agrees but apologizes in advance for any miscommunication between them. Lois asks her what happened. Marinette explained how the Riddler came to see if she really didn’t like his clothes and how she ended up redesigning them.

“But how would he know you didn’t like them?”

“Maybe Aunt Harley and Aunt Ivy told him?” Marinette shrugs.

“Wait! As in Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy?! How do you know them?!”

“Oh we met when my class left me behind in Arkham.” Marinette says nonchalantly.

Everyone around them freezes.

Caline quickly comes over and starts telling Lois that “you can’t trust everything she says. We are from France, so she most likely misunderstood you.” She continues to try and pass of Marinette as incompetent, troubled, attention seeking, and being a bad role model for the other students. All of this is caught on camera.

Bustier then roughly guides Marinette back to the class.

As Lois is processing this, the officer that stopped the class from leaving came over and explained what the class did. Leaving that same student behind in a hostage situation, then demanding to leave. Lois is horrified.

Both she and the officer go to Gordon and ask if they can use the body cameras of the officers there in the story.

Gordon immediately agrees. Once he knows why.

The story ran that very night.

[bolontiku]

"Cherokee Rose"

Quick Fic

Characters: Reader, Leonard McCoy, James Kirk

Posted: July 8th

A/N: here ya go @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse I am attempting to return kindness. Also this is a little bit of just wanting to write Bones cause... Damn i love too many mens

WARNINGS: mention of blindness?

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You reached up, fingers grazing the material of gauze. Your team had landed planet side, following the lead team on this stop. You knew Captain Kirk was ahead, he had come down alongside all of you.

Perhaps the only reason you had survived.

The Enterprise was large and you hadn't met all of the crew. It was massive and you kept to your portion. Botany. You loved it. Hence the reason you had been added last minute. You honestly had never gone planet side on an exploratory mission and this being your first one had you excited and nervous. Usually the away team brought you specimens and you figured them out, but this time you were going. Unbridled joy, except for the masks until you were told it was fine to put them away.

Nervous had turned into panic when everything went the wrong way. Exploring where no man had before. Of course. Long story short you had bravely (idiotically) knocked the Captain out of the way on your mad scramble back and gotten a nice full look at the brightest light ever. It left you blinded, burnt, and in pain. 

"Listen, the dermal regenerator will only work so much. We are going to keep you here and those wraps will stay in place for another day or so."

You liked his voice, thick and low. Southern accent if you were correct. His hands were steady and warm. His aftershave was nice too. You had never gotten around to medbay since you took care of yourself being used to the small cuts and whatnot. "So, I'm okay?"

He grumbled under his breath and you tilted your head. "Look, next time just allow Jim to get eaten-"

"Blinded?"

"Blinded by whatever the hell that was. What did you think you were doing?" He reprimanded you.

"Saving… my Captain?" You answered a little confused. You wanted to see his face, well seeing anything would make you happy.

The doctor grumbled under his breath again. "He is an idiot with no sense of self preservatio-"

"Thanks Bones, I can see where our loyalties lie," came a dry voice, one you guessed belonged to the captain but that didn't stop you from jumping at the added voice. 

"I have never hidden the fact that I know you are an idiot."

"Listen, we got out of there."

Bones. What kind of name was that? Nickname? He seemed awful familiar with the Captain. "Captain?" Both voices stopped and you had the vague feeling of eyes on you. "Uhm? Yes? Is that…?"

"Ahh! Yes, I came down to check on you. Though I have to admit that was a pretty risky move."

"You got us out," you answered with a smirk.

He chuckled, "carrying you was nothing. Ow!"

You turned to the smacking sound and tampered down the aching feeling in your chest. Not being able to see was getting a little difficult. Especially when you could tell the two men before you were using their hands to talk. "Doctor? Are you not telling me something?" Apprehension was beginning to win, "I am gonna tell ya right now, it's better to tell me straight and right up front rather than hedge."

"No. No. It is nothing like that ensign."

"Actually I am in charge of the…" 

"Sorry, he is just silently berating me for what happened on that planet." Kirk cut in

"Oh. Will I be able to return to my duties?"

"Not for another day or so as stated earlier, think of it as a sabbatical." Bones answered you, narrowing his eyes at Jim who smirked at him.

"Georgia?" Silence answered and you stammered, "y-your accent. Georgia? I- there's… I grow things?" 

"That's the smell!" Bones cried out tapping the PADD he held.

"Smell?"

Bones watched as you tilted your head to the right, he was quickly picking up on your nonverbal queues, the tilting of your head being a question or inquiry. It was cute. It made him want to reach out and run his knuckles over your jaw. "Cherokee rose," he forced his eyes back down at your vitals on the PADD in front of him. He kept reading it without seeing it, you were just a little distracting.

You smiled. This was your language. It eased the anxiety that had been building. "Yes."

"I was wondering," he kept his eyes down, ignoring Kirk or any facial expression the man offered.

Kirk took a step back as the two of you started in, a little grin slipping in place as he escaped. 

"Oh."

"What is it?" 

"That idiot left." There was a silence and Bones cleared his throat, he had been a little more than excited to meet another from Georgia and a botanist too boot. You were quick to smile and there was the quick wit that kept him in place, "I should get going."

"Of course!"

He paused, your smile was a little too wide, "I could come back."

"I am a big girl. Just sittin' for a couple days will be fine."

That was a lie. He was no fool. "I'll have one of the nurses come check on you and dinner will be served shortly."

"Thank you."

He stood and stepped from the room. Pausing just outside. It took less than he had thought, but he had seen the way your knuckles had turned white as you clutched the sheets in your hands. 

"Big girl. Just like that time… just be fine."

Bones leaned against the wall, scowl in place as he listened to you comfort yourself. 

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AU_gust: Maybe I’m yours

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prompt no 25: Time Travel

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

Characters: Diego Hargreeves, Lila Pitts

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“How short notice can you take time off?” Lila asks, leaning back but still holding on to his t-shirt at his sides.

Diego has just walked in through the door and got an armful of over-excited girlfriend and a sloppy kiss with slightly too much teeth. That never bodes well but he also can never bring himself to not wrap his arms around Lila and kiss her right back.

“Uhm, not sure… Why?” he asks, looking down into her brightly shining eyes and at the grin that splits her face with delight.

God, he loves her, but he’s also never not just a little wary of what she’ll come up with next.

“I want to take a road trip with you! I bought a car and everything!” Lila says, almost vibrating with excitement and pulling him back against herself with no trouble, despite their difference in size.

“But…” Diego breathes out a little dazed from her hungry kiss, “I have a car?”

“Sure, sure,” Lila pats him reassuringly on the chest, “but we’ll sell this one when we get to LA and then we fly back. I want to take a road trip, not be stuck in a car for three weeks. Allison says we can stay with her for a couple of nights before heading back!” Then she lets go of him and wanders off towards the kitchen.

“Hold on, Allison?” Diego calls out after her, before stopping and looking off into space for a second trying to catch up. Then he decides to literally catch up and follows Lila into the kitchen.

“You’ve already booked everything, haven’t you?” Diego says, pointing an accusatory finger at her. But he can’t help the amused smirk that makes its way onto his face when Lila gives him an extremely unconvincing, innocent look and says softly, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“When are we leaving?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“Day after tomorrow.”

-

It’s his first real holiday in years.

Or ever, really.

That’s not quite true. Eudora had convinced him to go on a weekend getaway to the coast when their relationship had already been on the rocks for a while. He had been an insufferably moody asshole in his early twenties, only weeks away from getting kicked out of the police academy, and in hindsight, Eudora had tried too hard to be mature and a grown-up, and had put up with so much more of his shit than she should have, trying to make things work.

From his perspective now, as he is in a relationship that, despite the slightly unconventional beginnings, weirdly works, he has finally learned to appreciate that it simply wasn’t enough that he and Eudora had been in love. All things considered they’d just been too mismatched.

Nevertheless, it had been a really lovely holiday and had probably kept them together a couple of months longer than they otherwise would have managed.

“What are you thinking about?” Lila asks and Diego turns around to look at her in the driver’s seat.

She’s already turning to look back out at the road, the sun coming in at a low angle, making her skin shimmer almost golden in the late afternoon light.

For a second it takes his breath away and Lila turns around to look at him again quizzically.

Diego reaches out to take one of her hands off the steering wheel - there hasn’t been a bend in the road in about an hour, he’s sure she’ll be fine with just the one, even if, for a former secret assassin she’s an oddly rule abiding driver - and presses her knuckles against his lips.

“Just that I’m fucking crazy to let you drag me across the country like this!” he says with a smirk.

Lila pulls her hand away without looking, reaches behind his head and rakes her nails across the shorn hair at the back of his neck and says, “You fucking love it though!”

And Diego can’t argue with that.

-

On day five they reach higher altitudes in the West. The sky is an impressively striking shade of blue and Diego could not be more content at the wheel.

They left out early from their hotel and when they stopped at a drugstore in the small town to get some terrible coffee, Lila bought bright purple nail polish that she was going to put on in the car.

Only, she’s decided that the results are too messy while driving, but she is apparently also bored, so right now Lila’s holding on to his right hand on her thigh tightly and delicately applying the color on to his nails.

Diego occasionally looks over at her and can’t stop the fond smile that tugs at his lips when he spots the small wrinkle above her nose that tells him she’s concentrating hard.

Then she looks up at him and asks, “What?” and Diego is just about to answer when she shrieks, “Oh my god, look!” and Diego whips his head around, realizing he hasn’t really been concentrating on the road for a few moments, expecting to be heading straight into the back of some huge 18 wheeler truck, but instead the road ahead is completely empty and he is still going straight in his lane.

“Jesus! What the fuck?” Diego breathes out and glances over at Lila out of the corner of his eye, not actually turning away from the road again. At least she has the decency to look a little guilty.

“Uhm, there was a sign for a gold rush museum town and I maybe got a bit too excited.” Lila replies with an unmistakable pout in her voice.

Diego huffs out a breath, trying to steady his racing heart and then asks as evenly as he can manage, “Next exit or the one after that?”

-

They soon arrive at the collection of wood houses, front porches arranged along a straight dusty street. Apparently the town was built as a set for a western in the fifties and some enterprising businessman bought the whole lot to turn them into a theme park. At least that’s what the brochure they got at the entrance says.

Beyond the fact that at least the facades of the structures look relatively convincing, the only part of the museum town that could be considered in any way even related to a theme park is the gunslingers show that is put on at the top of every hour.

And as that is the main attraction, it seems most people don’t even bother with the museum town itself, so Lila and Diego wander around it, trying to get the creepy animatronics to work and then hide away behind the fake saloon from the few other people who are milling about, to make out like horny teenagers.

 -

At high noon they are sitting together at the top of the bleachers on the outskirts of the museum town where they are apparently about to be treated to a wild and exciting shootout and some of the world's most renowned trick shots. Again, according to the brochure.

The shootout is staged with blanks and Diego gets a little bored but perks up again once the artistic shooting starts. Lila has pressed herself into his side with one elbow resting on his thigh and Diego’s put his arm along the back of the bench to give her more room. She’s mostly concentrating on the fluorescent blue slushie she insisted on buying before the show.

Diego is watching the trick shooters intently and is pretty impressed at their aim. He could easily copy any one of their tricks using his powers, now that he’s worked out how to manipulate the trajectory of bullets as well as knives, but he has to admit, that he probably couldn’t do it without them, even though he had always been an excellent shot.

The star of the show is announced and after he takes his dramatic shots, baffled chatter starts up amongst the crowd because he missed every single one.

Diego frowns and then realizes that Lila has stopped slurping on her drink, going suspiciously quiet, so he moves his mouth close to her ear and whispers, “Stop that! You’re gonna get someone hurt!” but he can’t keep the amusement out of his voice.

Lila leans back and away from him and says with feigned innocence, dark brown eyes big as saucers, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” before wrapping her lips around her straw and sucking up more of the unnaturally blue slushed ice.

Diego is momentarily distracted by the sight, then he reaches for the plastic cup with one hand, pulling it away from Lila, puts his other hand to the back of her neck and kisses her gently. She tastes of fake raspberry.

Lila practically melts against him, grabbing his t-shirt tightly with both hands and her eyes flutter shut.

There’s an almost painful sensation in his chest, a physical ache that wants him to never let go of her, but Diego nevertheless pulls back ever so slightly and he breathes against her lips, “Marry me.”

He didn’t plan on asking her like this. Heck, he didn’t really plan on asking her at all. Though they have been talking about it, they so far haven’t come to a clear decision, but there is so much certainty in him now that the last thing he would want to do is take back his words.

He hopes Lila knows it's alright if she says no, though.

For another beat Diego thinks she might instead simply pretend like she didn’t hear him but then her hands tighten in his t-shirt even more and she presses not only her lips but her whole body against him so fiercely that he doesn’t have to wait for her to pull away to know what her answer will be.

Nevertheless, it feels like she sets his heart on fire when she mouths along his jaw, bites his earlobe and then whispers Okay into his skin.

[cxramel-cat]

(SUPERBAT WEEK 2019) day 01

Chapter Title: I Saw Daddy Kissing Superman Day One: Omegaverse & Secret Relationship Rating: Teen and up Audiences Warning(s): None Word Count: 2818 Summary: Bruce adopted young Richard Grayson. There is a lot for the adoptive father and son to learn about each other. For example; the secret identity and (possibly) new dad. Side-note: Written for @superbatweek​​ Other link(s): AO3 | Wattpad | Fanfiction

“Who is that guy with glasses?”

Bruce glanced against his shoulder in surprise. He hasn’t realized that Richard had sneaked behind him. The boy pointed a curious finger at the contact in his phone and zoomed the picture.

“You called him ‘sweetheart’.” Richard looked up at Bruce. “I thought your Alpha was Batman.”

Before the child could scroll up to the conversation, Bruce pulled the phone out of his reach. “What makes you think so?”

“Everyone in Gotham knows you have something with Batman. And I can prove it.” The boy pulled a Batarang from his pocket. “How can you explain the batarangs or the cowl I found in your rooms? Or the fact sometimes you have his smell on you. He must have been a constant visitor. I just haven’t had the chance of catching you guys in action.”

“Dick, that’s rude.” Bruce breathed out a sigh, shaking his head. He should have taken extra caution with his tools. Before this, he had too much convenience in dumping his stuff around, since there were only Alfred and him in this big mansion. But now, it was different. There was a new addition in the house – a young curious beta pup – and Bruce was not, mentally and physically, prepared to reveal his secret identity to the boy yet.  “I am telling you the truth. I’m not in a relationship with Batman.”

“Really?” The boy seemed to not believe his words. His eyes were glued on the screen of Bruce’s phone. “So, he was your alpha? That country-looking guy with glasses and in the flannel shirt who you called your ‘sweetheart’.”

Yes. The word was stuck on Bruce’s tongue. He was never good with his words. He knew there was nothing to be embarrassed about – his relationship with Clark. However, he was still struggling with his words. It took a lot of courage to speak up, but instead, the boy took his silence the wrong way.

“I will not criticize your choice, Bruce.” Dick smiled in the most uncomfortable way that Bruce had ever seen him pull. “I am an open-minded person. Mom always told me that there is nothing wrong with whoever you love, no matter their biology or races. So, it doesn’t matter to me if your alpha is the vigilante of Gotham or a random country guy, I am fine with that as long as you have made your choice!”

I told you, I’m not in a relationship with Batman! Once again, the words were stuck in his mouth. Instead, Bruce smiled back in the best way he could – although he wanted to frown at Dick’s words.

It seemed like it was time for Clark to meet with Dick soon.

×

“I think it’s time for you to meet Richard.”

Clark almost thought that he had misheard what Bruce said. He looked at his omega in surprise, seemingly malfunctioned for a while as he tried to process through the words.

“You mean it? Really?” He couldn’t bottle up the tingling happiness within him. All along, the relationship between Bruce and him had maintained as a secret. As Bruce said, it was better to keep the relationship low profile to avoid being overwhelmed by the media.

Clark had always respected Bruce’s wish, since he knew that the media loved to report any rumours related to Bruce Wayne, the rich and most well-known omega in the world. It was Bruce’s way of protecting him, as he didn’t want Clark’s reputation as a reporter to be stained by his. However, that didn’t mean that Clark had never wished that he could tell the world about how much he loved Bruce and how the man was not as described by the media.

When Bruce first adopted Dick, Clark had been excited to introduce himself to the boy. However, Bruce had told him that was not the right time yet. The child was badly traumatised with the loss of parents, and the comfort of a parental figure was more important than letting him meet the partner of his new father then. Clark, being the understanding and patient partner he had always been, had agreed to it.

“What’s the sudden decision? I thought you agreed that I will meet with him after another six months.”

“Because he has been going on some weird theories which have been making me uncomfortable.” Bruce turned around, looking at Clark with a frown. “Just this evening, he told me about how he thought that I was in a relationship with Batman. Can you believe it, Clark? Then he was giving me that look – the one that was like he is trying his hardest not to judge me, because he thought that I am probably cheating on my partner with another man. Exactly how the media has always judged me.”

“Oh, I’m sure he didn’t think so, Bruce.” Clark placed an arm over Bruce’s shoulder, pressing a kiss on the man’s head and taking in his scent. “I’m sure he will understand once you explain it to him. He will understand. I believe in that.”

‘Easier to say than to be done,’ Bruce thought, giving out a huff.

×

“I’m going to get killed by Bruce…”

Dick looked around his surroundings nervously. He had been too excited since this was his first visit to Metropolis. Without Bruce’s permission, he had sneaked out of the man’s office and went for a walk. He thought that he had recognized his way home, but he had been wrong. He was so occupied with playing around that he had lost his way. And now, he was stuck outside – no money since he had spent most of his allowance on the desserts and games... and without a phone.

Dick sat underneath a tree, biting his nails as he tried to find a way to get home. Suddenly, he took notice of the stray cat beside him, who was peacefully taking its nap.

Well, this is Metropolis, where the Superman lived. Rumours said that the man of steel will help no matter how small the issue is, even if it was just a cat stuck in the tree. I will do it as gentle as possible, and no feline shall be harmed in the process…

×

Okay, maybe he had thrown the cat a little too harshly. The cat gave out a surprised meow when it was suddenly grabbed by the tail and throw upwards towards the tree. Then, Dick sat under the tree, burying his head in his knees as he awaited the arrival of the man of steel.

Not more than ten seconds, there was a gush of wind as a figure floated downwards, holding the traumatized cat in his hands. “Is this your cat, kid?”

“No, but thank you anyway, Superman!” Dick grinned. His heart racing at the sight of his idol standing in front of him. But of course, this wasn’t the right time to be excited! He’d summoned the superhero for a very important reason!

“I had lost my way home, Superman. Can you… uhm, lend me your phone, Superman?” There was the alternative way, allowing Superman to fly him back to the Wayne Enterprise. But Dick wanted to be able to get the contact number of the superhero!

And Clark – Superman – didn’t know why he did think it was a good idea, to pull out his phone and lend it towards a little child he didn’t even know. He just assumed that the child’s parent was around, and all he needed was a quick call to get that parent back to him. However, when the boy started to dial a very familiar number, Clark’s eyes widened.

‘Hold on. Why is he dialling Bruce’s number?’

‘… why does Superman have Bruce’s number saved…?’

×

By the time his phone vibrated, Bruce felt relieved to pull himself away from the meeting for a while. It was too boring, and he was tired from dealing with those two-faced men who were just trying to dig a hole in his pocket. When he looked over at the screen of his phone, he was amused to see that it was Clark who was calling since it was rare for the man to call during work hours.

“What is it, my darling?” With a hint of playfulness, since he wanted to maintain his reputation as the flirty Bruce Wayne in public, Bruce answered with sweet name-calling.

There was a moment of silence at the other side of the phone, and Bruce was ready to ask if there was something wrong with Clark, when an unexpected, familiar voice answered his call.

“B-Bruce…?”

…Dick?

×

“Bruce, you called Superman darling.”

“Yea, I guess I do.”

“But… you have Clark listed as your sweetheart in your phone.”

“Yea… I did.”

“… it’s not right.” Dick whispered close to Bruce’s ear, frowning. “Clark is a nice man. He might not be shining like the Superman, but… you shouldn’t cheat on him, Bruce! You should only choose one! Clark deserves loyalty and respect!”

Clark knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop – superpowers were strictly restricted in Wayne Manor – but he couldn’t help but snicker at the boy’s words. He tried not to make it seem too obvious, so he bit back his laughter. Alfred, who noticed the man’s chuckle, could only shake his head at the mess that had been created by his own master.

“… I think I understand why Batman break up with you, Bruce.”

“Dick, I already told you –” He caught Clark snickering, and Bruce swore, if it wasn’t for Dick being next to him, he might have thrown the glass of water in his hand at the Kryptonian for laughing at his miserable situation.

×

It happened during one peaceful night – Dick was in his room sleeping, when he was suddenly being awakened by a noise downstairs. Out of curiosity (and concern, of course), he walked downstairs – only to meet with a sight which caused him to wonder if he was still dreaming.

“It’s okay… you’re safe now, you’re home…”

Superman was holding someone in his arms. Dick couldn’t really recognize the person in his arms, since the person’s face was well hidden by the red cape. When he stepped close enough, the beta had caught the heavy sweet scent which was emitted by one of them.

‘It smelled familiar… It smelled… smelled like Bruce…?’

Just as the thought crossed Dick’s mind, Superman stepped upstairs and almost bumped into him. The man halted back just in time; his eyes widened at seeing Dick.

“D-Dick? Why are you awake at this hour? You should be in bed!”

Due to the closeness between both of them, Dick finally managed to have a good look of the omega in Superman’s arms. It was Bruce, but he was wearing Batman’s suit.

“B-Bruce?!” All of his curiosities were swallowed back in his stomach. He was overcome with worry upon seeing Bruce in agony. “Oh my gosh, are you okay? Can you hear me? Bruce? Bruce!”

“Young master Dick.”

Dick turned around at the call. Alfred was standing behind him, seemingly more calmed down than Dick expected him to, with Bruce in such pain. “Master Bruce is in safe hands now. There shall be nothing you should be worried about.” Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding the teen downstairs. “Come, boy, would you like a cup of warm milk?”

×

It tasted sweet, the honey-milk Alfred had fixed for him. Dick took another sip of the warm beverage as he tried to process what had happened so far.

Superman brought Bruce home. Bruce was wearing Batman’s costume. Bruce was sick.

Somehow, none of the information seemed to connect with other parts. Who was the real alpha of Bruce? Superman?

‘Well, having a superhero as my adoptive step-dad is not bad.’ Dick shrugged at the thought. Superman was the well-loved superhero of the whole world. He was a public figure, just like Bruce, so they would make a great pair together! Not to mention, Dick should feel honoured, since he had a superhero as his adoptive step-dad, right?

‘But Bruce was wearing Batman’s costume!’ Dick remembered, Bruce was attending a bachelor party tonight. Alfred had helped him pick out his favourite three-piece suit.  That should have been what Bruce was wearing, right? Why was Bruce wearing Batman’s costume now? Was it perhaps because he was taken away by the crusader, in the middle of the night? What could both of them have possibly done?!

‘And Clark?’ Dick glanced down at the piece of cookie he had taken from the jar. It was Clark’s handmade cookie, and the man had baked a jar just for him. Clark knew how much Dick loved his chocolate chip cookies! Clark was always so kind to him, making him delicacies while Alfred refused to let him have more than he should. Clark played soccer with him when Bruce couldn’t. Clark also helped Alfred with the chores just to lessen the butler’s burden. How could Bruce have possibly cheated on such a kind person?!

“Alfred, the adult world is complicated,” Dick sighed out, biting off a huge chunk off the cookie.

×

Thanks to Alfred’s interruption, Clark could finally get Bruce back in his room – where the omega felt the safest whenever his heat arrived. It should have been another two weeks before the actual heat arrived. However, it had been quickened due to Ivy’s sudden attack at the night party which Bruce attended.

In the process of stopping Ivy, one of her plants had sprayed Bruce with its pollen. The effects hadn’t shown until later, when Bruce had handed Ivy over to Commissioner Gordon, that his scent had started to spread out wildly.

Clark, who stayed at Bruce’s side when all of this happened, had immediately sensed that Bruce’s heat had arrived early. In his greatest effort of making sure that Bruce’s identity wouldn’t be revealed, Clark had wrapped the man up in his cape and brought him home before he had bumped into with Dick.

There would be a lot of explanations to give with Dick tomorrow, but for now, the issue on hand was Bruce.

“Bruce? Can you hear me?” Clark gently patted on Bruce’s face. “Bruce, I’m going to help you get rid of your suit, okay? Everything will be alright ̶”

An arm reached out and pulled Clark into the bed. Bruce kissed Clark hard, their teeth clashing. It was obvious that the omega had been driven mad by his heat, and now, what he needed wasn’t gentle emotional comfort. He needed something more physical.

“Clark,” Bruce panted through the kiss. “Shut up and fuck me.”

×

“Bruce?”

Dick knocked on the door once, awaiting a reply from the man. Usually, the man would have answered– even a sleepy groan would count. But today, he was quiet. Too quiet.

“Bruce, can you hear me?” Dick called out louder this time, knocking on the door a few times. Again, there was no reply. The teen thought worriedly.

“I’m coming in,” he announced, twisting the doorknob as he took a peek inside. There was no one on the bed, but there were clothes scattered around the floor, which indicated that someone had been here – at least before he came in.

Dick looked around the room, feeling confused. When his search came up fruitless, he was ready to leave, when his sharp hearing took notice of a soft groan which was above him.

Immediately, Dick looked upward. And there they were; Bruce, who was still sleeping soundly, and Clark, who was holding on Bruce tightly, floating as he met Dick’s gaze nervously.

“Hey, Dick…” Clark tried to steady his voice as he spoke. “I will explain to you later. Could you… tell Alfred that Bruce and I will be back soon? Thank you for coming up to wake us, and uh, sorry, for what you had to see.”

Dick was staring, his mouth gaping wide in shock. There was a moment in which he couldn’t progress what he had seen, but once he regained his senses, he didn’t know what he could have said.

“C-Clark?!”

On that fine Sunday morning, Dick had a two-hour long conversation with Bruce. They talked about everything that Bruce had hidden from him since the beginning – Bruce’s secret identity as the dark crusader, his relationship with Clark who was actually Superman, and the Birds-and-Bees Talk which came in a matched set with the Safe Sex Talk.

Nevertheless, to say, Dick felt utterly betrayed (and flustered for the final two topics) upon realizing how much his new father had hidden from him.

“I thought we were family, Bruce!”

Aside from being saddened by the fact that Bruce had hidden his secret identity from him, Dick wasn’t bothered or disappointed at the fact that Clark was Superman.

In the end, Bruce and Clark took the boy to Haagen-Dazs to cheer him up.

[momocharming]

Brighter than the sun (Part 10/10)

So this is it. This is the last chapter. I'm a little bit sad that this story found it's end. But it was a long journey to get here. Too long sadly. Even longer for me posting this also on Tumblr when it has been on AO3 for nearly a year.

I hope you enjoyed it and my mistakes weren't as bad as it seems to me. Friendly reminder at this point that English ist not my mother tongue. And I tend to make mistakes.

I would like to say thank you to the kudos and the few comments. Thank you very much for it! This means a lot to me!

At the end I have a tiny little wish: maybe if you have a few minutes it would help me if you could leave a comment on how you think the story was and if it was good to read or found some mistakes. Thank you very much!

Here you can find the last part

Warning: no warnings yet

Word count: 4492

Part: 10/10

Translation:

пожалуйста (pozhaluysta) - Please

The weeks passed, the Enterprise was nearly rebuild. Over these weeks you got closer to the crew because all of you'd met frequently at a bar to chat if you not met through your work at the station. Uhura and you've got the closest. You've became really close friends and you were really happy about that.

It was one of these nights you met with the whole crew at the bar, having some drinks and fun. You were sitting along with Uhura, Scotty and Sulu at a table. Scotty was talking about something Keenser happened a few days ago while they worked on the Enterprise. The poor one got sick again and refused to see the doctor even though it was obvious that he had a high fever. So it happened that Scotty had to catch him in a 'very 21st century movie worth move' (his words) before he would have fell down several meters – from what you assumed would have been just like 3 meters, but you didn't want to ruin his heroic story. Since then Keenser was tied up in med bay and wasn't allowed to leave for about another two days.

Sadly Pavel wasn't able to attend this evening with you because he was sent on a little mission at the side of Kirk and Spock to escort some important Andorian politician from Yorktown to a nearer planet for some negotiations with their population. He was just gone for a few days but you missed him already. As you found the solid ground for you friendship again and built an even stronger friendship than before, you couldn't help but being constantly by his side and missing him even just minutes after you had to separate. The others joked about you two being like one person actutally.

But by all the saying that you were just friends and acted like them, something between the two of you changed. It was strange that you somehow knew how Pavel was feeling some times. When he was down without showing it you knew. When he was overwhelmed by your sheer present you knew. And you gave him just what he needed. Whether it was a friendly ear, a shoulder to cry on or some space. You gave it to him just because you knew he needed it. It was just a mystery to you how this was actually possible.

As Sulu and Scotty were about to get a new round of drinks Uhura leaned into you with a little smile. “You miss him, aren't you?”

You looked at her a little bit confused. Of course she knew what was going on inside you. Sometimes you thought that she was able to read your mind because it seemed like she knew more than you. “How is it possible you be so calm with Spock not by your side? And I mean...Pavel is just my friend.”

The smirk appearing on her face made you even more confused. But you knew that smirk it was often followed by a 'Sure you're just friends?'. Not this time. “I just do. You know, over the years the bond between me and Spock grew quite strong. So strong that it allows us to send just short little telepathic messages to know the other is alright. It's rare that soulmates are able to do that and it takes sometimes decades to develop this power but here we are. Whenever he feels that I need comfort by him he reaches out to me.” She was right, not every soulmate couple was able to do this. As far as you knew it not only needed a strong bond between the two but also one part must been capable of telepathy. Spock as a Vulcan was.

“Wish I had something similar...” You admitted with a shy smile. You know that its was really rare to find you soulmate. But you knew that it was possible.

“Just take a look to what you have. Chekov is mad about you. All you have to do is to let it happen.”

“I'm not in lo...” You stopped yourself in midsentence. Suddenly you felt this warm feeling inside combined with some excitement. Where was this coming from?

“(Y/N), everything okay?” Quickly you shook your head to get you out of this thought.

“Uhm, yea. Sorry just got this strange feeling. But it's okay and gone.” Whatever it was again you needed to focus. “As I wanted to say I'm not in love with him so it won't happen. We're just friends and will always be.”

Gladly the both men came back before Uhura could say anything against your statement. It was a topic you liked to avoid because it made you feel a little bit uncomfortable. So the drinks Sulu was arranging right in front of your were just the perfect distraction you needed. Immediately you took one glass and raised it. “To this wonderful evening and never ending alcohol!” The other started to laugh but raised their glasses too. With one gulp you emptied you glasses.

“I see my crew knows how to get themselves off!” A familiar voice shouted from the entrance of the bar. The four of you turned your heads toward it. But actually that wasn't necessary because you all knew that it could have been only one person. It was your captain. And by his side was Spock. You felt your heart sinking because there was no sign of Pavel. Disappointment spread through your veins followed by worries that something happened. But wouldn't Kirk otherwise look heavy-hearted or so?

The both of them walked towards your table. Spock took immediately the empty seat next to Uhura, while Kirk took the one next to Scotty. With a bright smile he looked at all of you. “Hope you all are still in for more drinks. Sorry that we arrive so late but well the flight back wasn't very pleasant.”

As you stood up to excuse you because you wanted to leave – not saying that you wanted to look for Pavel – you stepped exactly next to your seat when someone was arriving so that you nearly run into them. “Oh sorry!” Gladly to your and their reflexes there was no bumping into each other. It would been a mess because their were having a lot of drinks on a serving trail.

When you looked up to the person you felt your heart jumping again. Damn heart why was it always doing this? It was just Pavel, even though the sight of him made you really happy. Maybe you could trow your intention to looking for him over.

“You're leaving?” He said with a questioning look.

“Uhm no I just...uhm needed to use the restroom” You lied though you know that at least Uhura wouldn't buy this accuse. With a smile he stepped aside so you could pass. Quickly you took the way to the restrooms. You looked into the mirror and wondered what just happened these past weeks with you. More and more you found yourself thinking of Pavel when he wasn't by your side. When he was your heart was beating so fast. You could tell that you were not in any way inn love with him. Shaking you head you splashed some water into your face and took a deep breath. Then you left the restroom again and headed for your table.

All of them were laughing. In the absence of empty seats Pavel took yours. When you came nearer he made the attempt to stand up for you but you gestured towards him that he should keep on his seat. Quite natural you sat down on his lap and smiled at him. “You don't mind, do you?” As he smiled at you and laid his hand down at your hip to keep you from falling down all he did was nodding. You laid one of your arms around his shoulder and neck and smiled back. “Glad that you're back!” A slightly cough came from across the table. You turned your head to look at Kirk. “Of course I'm also glad that you're back, Jim!” Everyone started laughing again.

“That's good. For a tiny moment I thought my Stellar Cartographer doesn't care about me.” Kirk joked and raised his glass. “To this wonderful crew I call my family! Cheers!” All of you raised your glasses and drank.

The night was so much fun with the guys joking around and you and Uhura rocking the dance floor. The more you drank the more loose you became. The glaces some males gave you and Uhura didn't bother you anymore, the both of you ignored them and just had a wonderful time. The only glance you couldn't ignore was Pavel's. It was the only glance you wanted to feel on you right now. And to keep it on you you caught yourself some times that you put on a little show for him. It wasn't probably the best - thinking about his feelings for you – but you couldn't help wanting his attention. The fault for this was only on him. Why didn't he changed out of the formal uniform he was wearing? It made him look so damn good and handsome. More than once you found yourself checking him out and biting your lip. You blamed the alcohol for this, being sure that if you would be sober you wouldn't act that way.

One by one the others left until it was just Kirk, Pavel and you. Though there were now plenty of empty seats you decided to keep on sitting in Pavel's lap. It was way more comfortable than any seat. And he wasn't complaining so what. But the time came that tiredness overwhelmed you and you had a hard time to keep awake. It wasn't unnoticed by the two others so they called it a night and left the bar.

Of course Pavel didn't let you walk home by yourself so he insisted to bring you to your quarter. What a gentleman he was. So perfect. When you reached your quarter he even came inside with you. You turned on the light just enough that you could see where to walk but low enough to not let it blind you. It gave your room a strange atmosphere. When you turned to look at Pavel you could swear that the air got hotter. In the pale light he looked even better than at the bar. The outlines of his face got more defined and hard. His eyes seemed to glow. It felt like something was magically pulling you towards him. But you resisted. Kind of.

“What in the name of god did I've done to deserve you in my life?” You whispered, not sure if he was able to hear. “You're too perfect, too precious for this word. I don't deserve to have you in my life because I'm such a horrible person.” Even though it was so dark in the room you could see his face tensing up than soften again. His hand reached out to lay down on your check, slowly stroking.

“You're not horrible.” He was wrong. Maybe he couldn't see or didn't wanted to. But you were hurting him all the time. You could see it, feel it. You provoked it tonight at the bar while you were dancing just for him. While sitting on his lap, your hand in his hair. You played with his feelings although you didn't want to.

“Why me? Why do you love me, Pasha? There are so many women out there. So many who are way better than me. Who don't hurt you. Why me?” When he wanted to disagree you laid a finger on his lips to hush him. You weren't finished yet. Maybe the alcohol made you saying things you always kept for yourself. “And why can't I get away from you? Why are you always on my mind since you came back into my life? Stop being there. I get head aches because you're permanently in there. Stop making me confused by it. Stop making my heart pounding so hard in my chest. Stop making me feel these strange things.” Your finger left his lips, wandering down his chin along his jawline. Down his throat. Over his chest. Playing with the Starfleet badge. “Why didn't you changed before you came to the bar? This uniform was way to overdressed for it. It makes you sexier than you should be. It makes me wanting to get it off you so bad. And I shouldn't feel this way. You're my best friend.”

Slowly you looked up to him. The expression in his eyes took your breath. His eyes were screaming at you full of hunger and lust but also full of love. Automatically you're thighs pressed together as if they could stop the warm, wet feeling that spread through your lower body. The alcohol may had given you the strength to speak your mind but your body was reacting all by itself.

Minutes passed without no one of you saying anything. You kept staring into each others eyes. All the talking was done. There were no words left to say. Without you doing anything you body started moving towards Pavel. One step towards him was needed to stand right in front of him. Your breast touching his chest. Your hand which was laying on the badge on his chest was moving upward, curling around his neck. He was not so much bigger than you but enough for you to get on your toes while you were dragging him down. It took just a split second then your lips touched.

First the kiss was sweet nearly shy. Then it grew more wilder, hungrier. Pavel put his arms around your waist, brought you more to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him. There had been many first kisses in your life before but non has felt like this. Somehow you felt like you were flying high above the clouds. Everything spun around you. You started to feel dizzy. You really needed to get some air so you broke the kiss. Neither of you opened their eyes for several moments. Afraid of losing this magical moment. Then you slowly open yours seeing that Pavel did just the same. Even in this pale light you could see that his cheeks were flushed. The sight of it made you arouse even more. You couldn't hide your desire anymore.

“I want you”It came harshly out of your mouth. You wanted to kiss him again but this time it was him stopping you. Backing off you looked at him with confusion. Was there anything you did wrong? It wasn't possible that he didn't want you because it was obvious.

“This is something I was dreaming of for so long” His confession sounded like there was something unsaid in it. Something you didn't want to hear. He put a hand on your head to let run through your hair. “You can't imagine how long. But you're drunk and I don't want to take advantage of it.” Another pause. His eyes drifted of to his hand which was still running through your hair. Actually you didn't feel drunk anymore. You felt much more sober after this kiss. The only drunk you were was drunk on him. But when he looked at you again you knew that the moment between was over. “You should go to sleep. And if you still want this in the morning when you're sober, I'll be waiting for you. Like I always do.” His last words were more a whisper than speaking out loud.

Without any other word he lead you to your bed, helped you out of your dress and into a way more comfortable sleeping shirt. When you laid down on your bed he gently covered you with you blanket. He kissed your temple before wishing you good night.

Just before he was about to leave you raised your voice again and called out for him: “Stay!” You weren't sure it was loud enough for him to hear because you drifted into a deep sleep right away.

-

After a few hours you woke up with a little head ache. The hangover wasn't as bad as you expected. Laying there in bed, staring at the ceiling you thought about what happened last night. You had a lot of fun and alcohol. A few jokes by Scotty or Kirk came to your mind and made you grin. And then there was a lot of dancing with Uhura. And there was Pavel. You sitting in his lap, running you fingers through his hair. Him escorting you home. His hungry eyes. And then the kiss. A moan escaped your throat by the sheer thought about it. His lips have been so soft but rough at the same time. His tongue in your mouth had been perky. His arm around your waist that'd pulled you as close as possible. You'd wanted him so bad, you'd been so wet for him. But he'd been the wiser one of you. Had pushed you away even if it has been obvious that he wanted you so bad too.

You sat up, seeing that the bed next to you was empty. Disappointment spread out inside you. So he didn't stayed. Of course he didn't. Probably the torture would have been to much for him. But he said that if you still wanted him in the morning he'd be there waiting. Why did he always torture himself with such a promise? He should have walked away from his feelings a long time ago. It would have been the best for him. You weren't good for him.

Slowly you got out of bed. Your dress was neatly rested on the stool nearby your bed. But there was something else. You walked towards it to get a better look just to discover it was the uniform Pavel was wearing last night. Was he still here? The sound of steady breathing was the instant answer to that unspoken question. When you walked around to your living area and the couch standing there you found him sleeping on it. He wasn't wearing more than a Tshirt and boxer briefs. The thin blanket he probably used to cover himself was laying half on the ground and was twined around his legs. So he did stayed. But as a gentleman as he was he kept his distance to you presumable because it could have been that you regret what happened the night before. Smiling you shook your head because he was really the sweetest guy in this universe.

You really should regret what happened but somehow you just felt happy. And truth to be told you knew the reason of it. Whatever made you push the fact aside that you had actual feelings for is guy. Not the feelings you had for you best friend. No you actually liked him a lot more than a friend. At some point and you don't know when you really fell in love with him. How could you have been so blind? Even after Uhura pointed it out to you so many times. You've been such a dumb-ass.

Slowly you got on your knees in front of him and watched him sleeping for a while. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. His hair was a mess, his Tshirt was a little bit shove up so his abs where visible and this little trail of darker hair which disappeared into his boxer briefs. You had to bit down on your lip to not moan at this view especially at the sight of his slightly arousal. How was it possible that you resisted him for so long?

Gently you started to run your fingers through his hair. They felt so soft . With a quiet grunt Pavel started to wake up. Wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows and on his forehead before he slowly opened his eyes. After he blinked a few times to see properly he turned his head towards you. A tired but happy smile came into sight.

“Vat time is it?” His voice was still a little bit throaty from sleep. Did he always sound like this when he wakes up? You hoped so because it sounded good combined with his Russian accent.

“I don't know. Probably still to early to get up. But I had enough sleep to sober up...” You eyes were searching for his, looking for a reaction before you continued. “I hope you're still up for your offer.” It took some time for him to put the words together and realize the meaning behind them. As his eyes grew big you knew that he got it. He slowly got up keeping his eyes on you. They were asking you silently if you were absolutely sure. All you could do was giving a quick nod before getting up, straddling him and kissed him with all that desire you felt. His arms came around you, pulling you closer while petting you back. Your heart burst into flames because of the pleasure you felt.

Moans escaped both of your throats as you started to roll your hips in his lap, his arousal clearly growing bigger. Both of you were very hungry and not really patient at the moment. You broke the kiss and nearly at the same time pulled of Pavel's shirt as he done with yours. It was very surprising how fast he undid your bra and tossed it away to your shirt. He bent down to take one of you nipple into his mouth. He sucked at it briefly before he let his tongue to lick at it. You let a little scream get out. A hand of yours gripped automatically in his hair. How was it possible that he pushed you just the right way the first time? It was like he knew exactly what you needed and wanted.

Your hips started to move a little faster in need. His groan sent a shiver down your you spine. You got up just enough to get a hand between the two of you and grab his dick through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Stroking him fast and hard just before he laid his hands on your hips, lifted you up just to press you down on the couch. A surprised gasp came off you. You were on the edge and you needed him right now. And by the look in his eyes he was exactly the same. So you got up to pull down his boxer briefs with his help. In a blink he also helped you out of your panties and spread your legs. Then he hesitated and looked at you. You could tell that he wanted to make sure that it was really what you wanted.

“Pasha, пожалуйста (pozhaluysta)! I need you right now!” Your begging came out harshly. He nodded before he bent down and kissing you wild. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he carefully he pushed inside you. Instinctively you dug your nails into his back. The feeling of him inside you was nothing you ever felt before. It was like he fit perfectly, like your body was made just for him. Both of you moaned loudly when he pushed fully inside you. For a brief moment he just stayed in this position, looking into your eyes. You did the same with a smile on your face. This moment was just perfect.

Slowly Pavel began to pull out of you just to push back inside. Again you moaned loudly. It felt so good having him inside you. You began to move against him. It took you some time to find a common pace but as you did it started to feel even better for both of you. Never had you such a pleasure while having sex with someone. Everything seemed to be better with Pavel. Way better.

You were looking into each others eyes while riding each other towards your climaxes. It wouldn't last much longer. Pavel again bent down to you to kiss you quickly and the kissed down your throat and neck. You laid your head on the side to give him more space. His strokes got more rapid and hard as the nearer you came your climaxes.

And then he did something you haven't expected. He bit down on the space between you neck and shoulder. The pain running through you body hurt but also gave you some extra pleasure. You dug your nails again into his back surely leaving some marks. But it was the only way to ease the other feeling that suddenly rose inside you. It was like something inside you loosened and connected to something inside Pavel. It was like you were becoming one. And so felt your climax. You came along with Pavel in a way you never experienced.

When he let got of the part he just bit down to, he gently kissed it. You tried to steady your breath as Pavel did. Exhaustion made him lay own on you a little bit, trying not to lay to much weight on you. Your hands rested on his back slightly petting him. You were exhausted as he was but also so damn pleased. Slowly you brain started to work up what just happened just moments before you came. You knew that you read something about that. But what was it? Then it came to you like thunderstruck. You couldn't help but started laughing.

When you were just a little child your mother has told you stories of princesses who found their princes and lived happily ever after. You'd loved these stories even though you'd known that they weren't real. But she also told you stories of real people who'd lived life better than any fairy tale. People who said they'd found their soulmates. When you were just a little child you'd believed in these stories even your father had laughed at you and told you on and on that the were just modern fairy tales people had started to tell because they had got tired of the old ones.

Now at the age of 30 you found out the truth. These weren't just fairy tales. These stories about soulmates were true. Uhura told you she found hers in Spock years ago. Even though you heard her stories about this you still had a hard time to really believe it that it was true.

Now at the age of 30 you laid next to your best friend. After all this time and the fighting against your actual feelings, you let it happen and found happiness. The greatest happiness you could found. Because you found your soulmate in Pavel Andreievich Chekov.

[randomwritingss]

*Prompt:* "Hello!

Can you write an imagine story, where Jim Kirk fell in love with Pyke’s daughter, plase?🙈"

*Warnings:* Possible out of character Kirk?? And it turned out way longer than I planned. Also, it's probably really bad. I'm exhausted.

Being the child of one of Starfleet's Captains, Christopher Pike, had its advantages, he told you all of his adventures. When you were a child, you loved hearing them. As you got older, you weren't as interested in them. Mostly due to hearing so much when you were younger. And, almost guaranteed admission to Starfleet.

When you got old enough, you decided that you'd join Starfleet as a nurse, you got along well with other people and the blood and gory things didnt bother you. Your father was more than happy when he heard of your decision; your mother, not so much, but she came around shortly after.

After you graduated, you were assigned to your father's old ship, Enterprise. You were excited, to say the least; but, you were also nervous. While you were in academy, people treated you differently. You knew it was because of your father. And you were hoping that on Enterprise, that it wouldn't be like it was then.

As soon as you stepped foot on the Enterprise, you were met with her new captain, James Tiberius Kirk; a deviously handsome man, with blue eyes to kill. You had heard so many stories on the captain, how he was a playboy and never really cared about anyone but himself. He smiled real big when he saw you, "Ah, nurse Y/N Pike. It's wonderful to meet you. I am Captain Kirk. And this is our chief medical officer, Leonard McCoy; but, I call him Bones." He says, as he places a hand on a man in a blue uniform.

"Don't expect any special attention, just 'cause of who your father is." This Leonard McCoy says, rather crossly.

You nod and respond, "Wouldn't dream of it, sir. I'm rather sick of it. Got it all the time when I was in the academy."

"I like 'er already." Doctor McCoy, laughs looking at the captain.

As he walks away, Captian Kirk looks at you, "That's a first." He laughs, rather loudly and places a hand on the small of your back making you jump. "I hop you enjoy your time on the Enterprise. I'll personally show you to your quarters." You nod, as the both of you walk to your quarters. On the way, he asks about you and why you joined Starfleet. You answer all of his questions and in no time you're at your quarters. "This is you," he says as he gestures the door. "Coincidentally, my quarters are at the end of the hall."

You nod, "Thank you, Captain. I think I'll go get settled in." He nods as you walk in. You wave to him and he waves back. As the door closes, you learn against a wall and groan. "He's the captain, a crush is totally out of the question." You sigh, as you get a video call. It's your father. "Daddy!" You say, happily.

"Hey, sweetheart! I just want to see how you like your quarters." He says, smiling.

"I just got here, actually. I haven't got a chance to look around." You say, now looking around. It was rather big; a nice bathroom, a normal size sitting area, and a rather big bed area. "It's nice."

"Good. Let me know if you need anything." You both then say your goodbyes and get off.

You sit on your new bed, it's really soft, like the one you had on Earth.

*Time Skip: a couple months*

A couple months have passed since you arrived, well were beamed on, the Enterprise. Life is pretty well normal; everyone treats you like a friend, not Christopher Pike's child. You are extremely grateful for that. You hang out a lot with Nyota, Pavel, Scotty, Keenser, Hikaru, Bones, Spock, and of course, Jim. Nyota has become your best friend.

"You know he has a crush on you, right?" Nyota says, randomly one day you both are having lunch.

"Jim? No, he totally doesn't." You respond, eating whatever was on your tray.

"I've known Jim for a while, he does have some type of feelings for you." She raises an eyebrow when Jim sits beside you, in toe is Bones and Spock. You smile when Spock kisses Nyota.

"Hello, boys." You say, looking down.

A chorus of "hellos" reach your ears. Most prominent, is Jim's. You look at him and he smiles at you. "And how are my favorite girls today?" He asks, cheekily.

Nyota kicks your leg softly. You frown, "We are perfect. And you? Boys?" Ny responds smiling.

"We're great. Another great day in Space!" Jim answers, still looking at you.

"Yeah, great." Bones scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Jim, while still looking at you, places a hand on your knee, making you jump. "Alright, I'm going to go...." you trail off before finishing your sentence, "uhm, somewhere." You stand up and practically run away. You wonder around for a while, walking nowhere in particular. Somehow you end up, on the observation deck. Sitting on the floor, you look at the stars as the Enterprise soars through space. Alone in your thoughts, you don't hear somone walks up and sits beside.

"I love the stars." Whoever it is says, making you jump again. You look over and see Jim. "According to my mom, my father loved being out here. It's not hard to see why. The stars are my favorite part of my job."

You turn to him and hang on his every word. "I've been wandering around for over two hours. Somehow I ended up here." You reply, "It's still hard to think I'm in space. I heard so many stories from my dad."

Jim turns his body to you, "My mom told me quite a few. I heard the one about when my dad died so many times, especially in the academy. I always feel like I'm trying to live up to a story; or a.." he trails off trying to find the right words.

You nod, understand, "I know exactly what you mean. I mean, dad had such high standards for me growing up. My mom, she was a little more relaxed when he was off up here."

You both continue talking for what seems like hours. Talking about everything, your childhood, his, and what you both want for your future. Surprisingly, you both want the same things. You continue talking, until you start yawning, "Tired?" He asks, brushing a stray piece of hair out of your eyes.

"A little. I have a long day ahead of me. I need to get to bed before Bones kills me." You laugh, as Jim stands up and helps you up as well. "Walk me to my quaters?"

"Of course." He says, holding his elbow out for you to take, as you're a little wobbly. You both continue to talk as he walks you back.

As you get to your door, "Well, this is me." You say, frowning. You notice Jim frowns as well. "Thank you, Jim. I really appreciate it, I would've gotten lost coming back."

He chuckles and replies, "You're welcome. Can I be honest?" You nod, "When you first came on this ship, I thought you were attractive." He sighs and looks you right in your eyes, "But, today, just now, when you were alone on the observation deck, I... I.. I realized that I'm in love with you."

You gasp, "Jim, I don't know what say. But, I think I'm in love with you, too." He smiles and kisses you. You'll need to remember to thank Nyota, later.

A/N: This probably isn"t my best work. I'm so tired, I'll look it over in the morning. -Shawnee

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Fic: “Live Long and Nerd On.” (The Magicians)

Live Long and Nerd On

Author: Lexalicious70 (TheChampagneKing70)

Fandom: The Magicians

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 1,876

Summary: One of the biggest Star Trek conventions in the country is taking place in New York City and Quentin simply can’t understand why no one else is excited about it.

Author’s Notes: This is for the @neitherlandslibrary Library Challenge, Month One, (boys) week two (Quentin Coldwater) and because September 8th is National Star Trek Day! I don’t own The Magicians, this is just for fun. Comments and kudos are love! Enjoy.

Read it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12034755

Live Long and Nerd On

By Lexalicious 70 (TheChampagneKing70)

 “You’re going to a what?”

 Quentin looked up from the brochure he’d ordered from the Javits Convention Center in Manhattan.

 “A Star Trek convention! It’s run by Creation Events, and they have this—it’s just this huge gathering and every year they have more and more guests! Look . . .” Quentin got up and went over to the cottage bar, where Eliot was making them both drinks. “This year they have both Patrick Stewart and William Shatner! I mean, you just have no idea how huge that is!” Quentin shook the brochure at Eliot, who flinched back and eyed his friend.

 “Okay, calm down, before you spill my liqueur.” Eliot moved the bottle out of the way. “And you’re sharing this news with me why?” He asked, handing Quentin a glass of something translucent with a touch of something smoky maroon, and Quentin sipped it before setting it down.

 “Well . . . I was hoping maybe you’d come with me.” He said, and Eliot gave him a long stare before he chuffed laughter. From the couch, Margo joined in from behind her fashion magazine.

 “You’re not serious.”

 “I am! It’s no fun to go alone. I went with Julia a few times, but obviously, it’s not like I can ask her.” Quentin said, and Eliot lifted his glass briefly in a mock-salute to Julia’s new hedge witch lifestyle.

 “No, I understand that you can’t, but Quentin, there’s simply no way. I don’t—I’m not a part of that world and I wouldn’t fit in at all. I’m the complete antitheses of—of your people.” Eliot said, and Quentin frowned as he realized that Eliot had barely avoided saying “those people.” He glanced over at Margo, who was peering over the edge of her magazine with an expression that dripped barely-concealed amusement.

 “I got it.” Quentin nodded. He picked up his drink and headed up the stairs.

 “Oh come on Quentin. Don’t be like that!” Eliot called after him, and Quentin’s mood darkened further as he heard Eliot shush Margo when she burst into laughter.

 “You don’t be like that.”  Quentin muttered as he shoved his bedroom door open. “Ask a guy one small favor! You’d think I asked him to walk barefoot in pig shit.” He set the drink down on the dresser and took out the brochure again, gazing at its glossy front cover. He’d attended his first Star Trek convention at the age of seven, with his father. Jack Coldwater might have been bored by magic tricks and Fillory books, but Star Trek was something he and son agreed on completely. They’d gone every year, up until Quentin was eleven and his parents divorced. His mother, an aspiring painter whose career had been sidelined by Quentin’s arrival, had decided her time had come and planned a painting sabbatical in Italy without telling her husband. The resulting argument ended in a separation, and then a divorce eight months later, when Iris Coldwater decided she preferred Italy to America and being single to being married. After that, enthusiasm for most things seemed to bleed out of Quentin’s dad and the annual trips to the convention center stopped. He went a few times in his teens with a reluctant Julia, but this year the con was boasting over 125 Star Trek actors for the first time, and there was no way he could miss it.

 “Quentin?” Alice’s voice spoke outside his door as she knocked and then opened it a crack before he answered, a habit Quentin found both endearing and irritating. He glanced up.

 “Hey Alice.”

 “Hey. Do you have book on Renaissance spells that I loaned you last week? I need it for a paper for Professor Li . . . what’s that?” She asked, gesturing to the brochure, and Quentin handed it to her, a flame of hope flaring to life in his chest—Alice was a nerd like him after all, maybe . . . .

 “Quentin. You’re not seriously considering going to this?”

 The little flame guttered and died.

 “Well yeah. Uhm . . . why not?”

 “Because we have magic! Real magic! Why would you still be interested in a fantasy?” She asked in that blunt way of hers, and Quentin took the brochure back.

 “Because magic and Star Trek are two different things, Alice, and it’s fun and I’ve always liked it, and—quit shaming me!” He got to his feet and dug through his bookcase until he found the borrowed book and put it in her hands. “Here.” He slipped past her and out the door, and she turned, scowling.

 “Quentin!”

 Quentin ignored her as he jogged down the stairs and out the cottage’s front door. He went down the path that led back to Brakebill’s main building, then sat down on the outer edge of the big fountain there. He stewed there despite the chill in the air, and then a voice spoke at his left shoulder.

 “What the fuck’s Creation Con?”

 Quentin flinched in surprise and looked up to see Penny standing there, looming in his creepy Penny way. He scowled.

 “What?”

 “Creation Con. Heard you thinkin’ about it all the way across the quad, man. Thought you were gonna fix your wards?”

 “Don’t you have better things to do than sneak up on people?” Quentin stood and Penny snatched the brochure from his hands. Quentin scowled and reached for it.

 “The fuck . . . give that back!”

 “Just a sec—” Penny put a hand on Quentin’s narrow chest, keeping him at arm’s length. “Star Trek? Seriously? When are you gonna get over all this nerd fanboy shit?”

 “When you get over being such a huge douche!” Quentin made another grab for the brochure and Penny pushed him away casually before tossing the brochure at him and laughing. Quentin caught it, anger warring with embarrassment in the pit of his stomach.

 “Fix your wards. You’re annoying every mind reader within fifty miles.” Penny adjusted his long scarf and strode off. Quentin watched him, twisting the brochure in both hands until the front cover tore. He tossed it down a moment later without looking back, pushing both hands through his hair. Eliot stepped out of one of the hedge maze exits a few moments later, just in time to see Quentin vanish around a corner. Eliot opened his mouth to call to him when the toe of his shoe struck the crumpled brochure. He bent down and retrieved it, using a fixing spell to smooth out the wrinkles and then repaired the tear in the cover. The set of Quentin’s shoulders as he’d retreated told Eliot the story, and he sighed.

 “Merde.” He muttered, slipping the brochure into his vest pocket before heading back toward the cottage.

 It was getting late, and he had a meeting to call.

 _________________________________________

Three Days Later

 “Quentin?” The voice called from outside his bedroom door, along with a sharp knocking, and Quentin barely glanced up from his nest of blankets or from his copy of The Wandering Dune. It was Saturday morning and people would be lining up at Javits in Manhattan already, but not Quentin Coldwater. No sir. He’d had enough humiliation, thank you very much. He turned a page, trying not to think of the brand-new command gold tunic in his closet. He’d bought it at a costume shop months ago, along with a type-2 phaser.

 Before Brakebills. Before he’d lost Julia.

 The insistent knock came again and then the door opened a crack. Quentin frowned without looking up.

 “When I don’t answer, that means I’m either busy, asleep, or dead, and you don’t open the door.”

 “But Captain. To leave for Manhattan without you would be most illogical.”

 Quentin’s head snapped up as Eliot spoke, and the shock that filled his senses couldn’t have been more complete if the Beast had stepped into his room with a tray of little cakes and some fresh Earl Grey and invited him to sit down to tea. Eliot stood in his doorway in an Enterprise tunic—science blue—his dark hair brushed back and slicked down and bangs—bangs! Shaped across his forehead. Vulcan ear tips adorned both ears. Quentin’s mouth opened and closed like that of a a dying fish. Eliot stepped into the room, followed by Margo, Penny, Alice, and Kady. Margo was dressed like Uhura, right down to the dangling gold earrings, while Penny was in science blue. Alice had her hair braided into an impossible-looking Yeoman Rand beehive, while Kady blurred genders by wearing a command gold tunic and breeches, lieutenant braids on her sleeves. Quentin stood, shaking his head.

 “What—what’s—uhm—Eliot? What is this?” He asked, and Eliot tipped his head to one side.

 “This is your crew, captain.” Eliot went to the closet and rummaged through it until he found Quentin’s tunic, breeches, and boots. “And it is time for you to get dressed, we rendezvous with Javits in an hour.”

 “Javits—you mean . . . but . . . you all said the convention was stupid and boring and childish?”

 “So we did.” Margo drawled. “And then we changed our minds. There’s some great clubs near Javits, and I can get a lot of play out of a dress this short.” Margo glanced down at her legs and then looked over at Penny. “What do you think?”

 “Damn it woman, I’m a doctor, not a club rat!” Penny growled, and Margo rolled her eyes even as her lips curved upward.

 “It’s possible we were a bit hasty the other day.” Eliot nodded. “Besides . . . costumes are fun, and my pants hide the flask full of Glenlivet I’m carrying.”

 “Get dressed, Q.” Alice smiled. “We’ll wait for you downstairs.” They filed out, one by one, and Quentin glanced up from smoothing out his tunic.

 “Eliot?”

 “Hmm?” Eliot turned in that graceful way of his, and in that moment, Quentin reflected that his friend probably had no idea what a perfect Spock he made.

 “Was all this your idea?”

 Eliot tipped his amber eyes toward the ceiling before stepping closer to Quentin until their chests nearly touched.

 “Quentin . . . even a self-absorbed lush like myself knows when the needs of the one must outweigh the needs of the many.” He leaned forward and kissed Quentin’s forehead, an action that made him shiver. “Come on . . . get dressed, we’re portaling our asses out of here in fifteen minutes.” He headed out the door and Quentin stripped out of his sweats and pullover hoodie to tug on the tunic instead. Less than ten minutes later he was transformed into Captain Kirk, (even if his hair wasn’t quite right,) and he stuck his phaser onto the patch of Velcro sewed into the trousers.

 “Come on, Captain, or we’ll fucking mutiny and leave without you!” Margo called up the stairs, and Quentin grinned. His friends were waiting for him—even Penny, and Quentin would have to ask Eliot what kind of favor or promise he’d conjured up to get that to happen—and beyond Brakebills, the joys of his childhood waited, too.

 Quentin ran out of the room, chasing that joy all the way to Manhattan and beyond.

 FIN