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Lance Sweets (Bones)- Short Story : Chapter 1

Life for you has always been just a thing to go through.

Living as long as you have, there was very little that took you by surprise. There was a certain predictability that came with humanity. There has been a time where you recall being happy. Truly effortlessly happy. 

You had friends and someone you loved more than your own existence.

But that was centuries ago. 

You’d learn to adapt to the changes. Ran through many professions. 

This century had honestly been the most alive you felt since that time. 

That’s why you promised yourself you would protect this group. They were too precious to lose.

“Booth, I’m serious, the results confirm the origin.” 

“It’s not possible, Bones. Are you saying this person lived way back when. His remains should be dust.” 

Brennan went on to explain that there were certain ways to preserve human remains. Although when your eyes landed on the bones before you on the table, you couldn’t stop the smile. She’d already laid out some characteristics of the unidentified individual. 

Your smile caught their attention. 

“You're kind of creeping us out there (Y/N).” 

The moment you realized, you shook your head. 

“I’m sorry. This description, it just reminds me of a friend I had. Someone I was very fond of. “ You explained. 

Brennan seems to understand and she mirrors your smile. It’s not often that she understands the modern comments or traditions, but when it comes to bones, she tends to see a lot more of the individual.

“This person was loved very much, I can feel it.” You state. 

Booth wore a similar smile. He didn’t question who it was you meant. He just understood it was someone important to you. 

“Well, I have to get going. I’m supposed to meet that psychologist today.” 

You hadn’t been here when Lance Sweets joined the team dynamic. Since he was asked to assess the entire squad, it was your turn to meet and keep him updated on any changes in your lifestyle after you return from your assignment in Washington. 

“Don’t let him bore you with his shrink talk!” Booth calls. 

You laugh, waving him off as you head out. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve truly felt like you were a part of a family. Working as an agent with the Jeffersonian was purely luck. Loving these people, well, that was a choice. It’s taken you quite a bit to get back to a point where you felt comfortable enough to let anyone in. You’re protective of them. That’s why this meeting needs to go well. The last thing you want is for anything in your life to change. 

The trip to Sweet’s office isn’t long. 

When you’re standing at the door, you knock. 

“Come in.” 

You push it open, stepping inside with a smile.

That expression immediately changes once you take in the face of the man before you.

“Aether..” 

You’re a bit frozen in place. 

“You’re quite beautiful.” 

“Flattery doesn’t work on me. Especially from a god.” 

His dark curls looked soft to the touch. Despite your statement, you couldn’t deny that he was remarkably charming. It wasn’t common for you to mingle with gods. You usually stick to yourself. Observing and enjoying nature.

“I apologize if I come off as too straightforward. I’ve seen you here conversing with the humans. I initially thought that you were one of them. I’ll admit that I was enamored with you. Now that we are speaking it’s clear that you are something more.” 

“I am me. That is all.” 

You turned your attention back to the waves before you as the sea remained calm in the afternoon light. 

The male stepped forward.

“My name is Aether. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Ms, (L/N)? Are you alright?” 

You blinked, because it seems your little trip down memory lane had distracted you. He’s standing right there and you realize that you need to collect yourself. 

“Y-Yes. I’m sorry. Please just call me (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you.” 

You do your best to cover it up with a smile as you hold out your hand. You’re very aware of his capabilities, so it’s expected that he’s going to revisit this. He takes your outstretched hand, and you do your best to ignore the streams of electricity that rush through your fingertips. You feel as though you’re drowning and flying at the very same time. Because you remember those sparks as if it were yesterday. 

It was impossible to ever forget. 

“Dr. Lance Sweets. I hope we can work well together. “ 

“So do I.” 

The encounter had you reeling. 

For one you were astonished that the love of your life had somehow managed to be reincarnated. It’s not like the possibility was unheard of. You’ve just lived through many decades without ever seeing any other variations. You never even considered it. Seeing him again. It was a bit painful. Being a complete stranger to him. 

The first few weeks of being there you found yourself forcing a smile, or limiting your interactions in a way that he wouldn’t notice. The last thing you needed was his suspicions. You were adamant on doing this job. You’ve finally found people that made life worth living again. You had no intention of giving it up. 

“He’s the personification of the bright upper sky. According to Hesiod, he was the son of Erebus and Nyx, and the brother of Hemera. In Orphic cosmogony Aether was the offspring of Chronos, and the brother of Chaos and Erebus.” 

The conversation you walk in on is not what you expect. 

“Are you talking about Aether?” 

Brennan’s face lights up the second you mention it. 

“Yes, are you familiar with the mythology?” 

More familiar than she realizes. 

“Yeah. I was a bit of a Greek geek back in college. The stories were actually very educational.” 

“See Booth, it’s not boring. (Y/N) likes it too.” 

He just rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“Please, who wants to talk about a bunch of guys running around in robes and having sex with everyone they know.” 

“That’s actually a poor depiction of what the Greek gods were. That fact that you’ve retained such an image speaks a lot about how you see mythology as opposed to your own faith and beliefs.” 

Sweets walks over, obviously catching the end of the conversation. Booth just sends Sweets that look when he’s annoyed with his observations. 

Sweets is standing right next to you, wearing that smile that he has when he’s called over to give his insight on a case. You try your best not to stare. It’s increasingly hard when the second he’s by your side your brain runs through all those memories. 

“You’ve never been in the water?” 

Aether laughs. 

“I’m associated with the wind, we don’t typically manipulate the other elements. I’ve also only recently been on this plane. There is a lot I haven’t done.” 

You’re surprised to say the least. Sitting at the beach, you stare at the waves. You’ve always been taken with everything that nature has to offer. Given that you’ve been on the planet for what feels like eternity, there is very little that you haven’t done. 

“I suppose I could offer you assistance. Show you all the sights. Is there something particular that you’ve been longing to experience?” 

He turns to you, eyes relishing in the curiosity behind your stare. You look completely willing to fulfill any request. 

“There is something that has recently caught my attention. It is a human custom. I believe it is called kissing.” 

Your eyes widen at the request and you look away almost instantly. Your ears feel as if they are burning with heat. 

“T-That is a custom done to people that you hold romantic feelings for. It is undesirable to kiss someone just for the sake of doing it.” 

You still refuse to look at him, and when his hand lands right over the top of yours, you’re convinced that he can almost hear your thoughts. 

“I’m positive that I’ve been very clear about how I feel for you.”

You’d like to deny it, but you’ve felt the same way since the moment that you met him. It’s infuriating how much you feel. Because you’ve seen and done so much that he could only dream of. Yet you’ve never encountered emotions so strong. Not like this. Not with anyone but him. 

“Am I alone?” 

His inquiry is almost a whisper, and you bit your bottom lip, shaking your head slowly. You still avoid eye contact. 

“You are..not alone..” You confess. 

His smile brightens, and he gives your hand a soft squeeze.

“I’m glad.” 

Back then it always felt like he could see right through you. It was both agitating and invigorating. 

You tune back into the conversation when Booth makes a statement. 

“It’s almost as entertaining as listening to Sweets run about his shrink stuff.” 

“I think it’s nice to understand the how and why sometimes. Even if it is psychology.” 

Sweets smiles. 

“Thank you (Y/N), it’s good to know that at least some people recognize my contributions.”

“She’s just saying that because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.” 

“That’s hurtful.” Sweets says in which Booth just grins. 

It’s safe to say that Sweets’s presence has added a bit of a comedic flare to the group. He’s relentless in his efforts to help Booth and Brennan function to the best of their abilities while making his own scientific discoveries. 

Hodgins tends to say that he just likes the entertainment the pair brings. 

Given how tragic the stories that you discover on the job, it’s nice to know there could still be highlights. 

Your most recent case is a bit of a minefield. 

This is the first time Booth has requested that Sweets conduct the interview. You’re just there as a back up. 

The suspect sitting before you is a bit unpredictable. 

“If you know I did it, why am I still here?” 

Sweets says nothing just watches him. You’re not sure what angle he’s using, but it’s clearly working, because James seems to be more agitated by the second. 

“Are you mocking me?!” 

Neither of you expect him to yank his way out of the cuffs. He jumps to his feet and lounges for Sweets. Maybe it’s instinct on your part, but you fire a punch and his head makes a sharp whip to the left. His eyes rolled back and he hunched forward on the table. Booth and Brennan have already rushed into the room with two other officers. 

You immediately turn to Sweets, placing your hand on his shoulder as you search for an injury. 

“Are you alright?!” 

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to touch Sweets, but you’re still worried. 

Sweets nods, still clearly a bit on edge. 

“Y-You knocked him out cold..” He mutters.

You pull away, turning and Booth just grins with a thumbs up. 

“Nice shot.” 

You sigh heavily. 

“You’re terrible Booth.” 

He just starts laughing and Brennan looks equally as impressed. 

Surely you would never tire of them. 

During the course of a month, you’ve gotten a better handle on your emotions and strength. After the whole one punch fiasco, you lectured yourself to be careful. Everyone had basically chalked it up to adrenaline, so you were in the clear. But that could have just as easily been perceived differently.

It’s a bit unnerving, you know that Sweets is different. 

He’s Aether, but he also isn’t. 

Although you process this, the thought of anything happening to him has you weary.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” 

You nod as you both walk through the village. 

“Someday they may all perish. Despite knowing this, they still enjoy life to the fullest. It’s remarkable. Humanity never ceases to surprise me.” 

He tends to go on these little rambles when he makes a new discovery. Like the first time he’d seen a group of villagers create a fire, he looked astonished. He couldn’t stop smiling the entire day. It was hard to look at him and not want to kiss those perfectly pink lips. Enjoy the brightness and warmth those chocolate hues provide. 

“These thoughts have been plaguing me..” 

The both of you haven’t truly shared even a kiss. Aether is respectful and clearly patient. Because despite his often straightforward confessions, he’s never made a move. He respects you, and you admire him. But you feel anxious. Because this feeling is unlike anything you’ve ever felt and you aren’t truly sure how to approach the situation without evaporating into dust. 

The frustration of the situation has begun to manifest in your thoughts, your dreams..

“We’re here, are you alright?” 

You blink, noticing that you in fact have arrived at your destination. You’re standing in front of your small hut. You nod, opening the door as you invite him in like you’ve done many times before. 

“I apologize, I’ve been distracted as of late.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is it something that I can help with?” 

He’s so attentive and it just makes you want to grab him and do unthinkable things. 

This is irritating. 

“It’s your fault!” 

You don’t mean to snap and he looks worried and confused. 

“My fault?” 

“Yes, you’re consuming my every thought. I’ve never cared much for gods, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Do you understand how frustrating that is!” 

The recognition passes over his features, and his eyes soften in that manner that only happens when he’s looking at you. 

Further proving your point. 

“The way you gaze at me with such fondness, it’s disarming..” You express, softly. 

Aether moves closer, and you tell yourself you should look away, but it is impossible. 

“I have felt the very same way since the moment I laid eyes on you.” 

He reaches out for you, hesitant at first. But the moment his hand touches your face, you melt and he lets out a soft sigh of relief. His smile emits excitement. 

“Is this alright? Is it okay for me to touch you this way?” 

You realize then that your meeting where he’d expressed his interest in kissing you, he’s been careful. He took all your words into consideration. 

“It is alright for you to touch me.” You confirm. 

His smile grows bigger, and he cups your cheeks, pressing his forehead to your own. 

“I’m content with this.” 

He says emitting nothing but elation. You swallow, shaking your head. 

“I am not.” 

He pulls back slowly, and the heat you display must speak for itself. 

“I want more..” 

Aether’s eyes drift to your lips, and you take notice of the way he gulps. He looks more than a little eager. 

His lips descend on yours slowly. 

Carefully. 

The entire moment is what you assumed a miracle to be. He pulls back letting out a shaky breath, but you grip at his robes to ensure he doesn’t get too far away. 

“More..” 

You insist.

He nods and this time when your lips join, it’s much more firm. You feel as if you’re being consumed by him. His hands circle your body, and you know it’s impossible to pretend that he isn’t everything that you’ve ever dreamed of. 

All those moments you shared with him, it’s impossible to just banish them. It’s a bit comforting that despite the centuries that have passed, you still feel the same. It’s clear that there is only one person in the world you’re destined for and that’s him. 

It will always be him, regardless of what time you’re in.

Your most recent visit to Sweet’s office is your scheduled evaluation. 

You take a seat, ready to hear whatever he has to say. For the first few minutes you just look as he goes over some of your files. Your assignment in Washington was assistance on a serial killer that you’d faced a few years ago. The BAU has requested you specifically since you were the only one who’d gotten close to catching the man. 

The end result was better than expected considering that he’d kill over a dozen people before he was stopped. There’s always a sense of accomplishment when you stop a really bad man. 

You return your focus to Sweets who still seems on a short rant. Your expression softens considerably. You should probably be more subtle about your gawking, but he’s always been such a beautiful man to you. His features display a boyish charm, but his structure also has that subtle maturity. 

“I realize that my addition to the team might be a change but I assure you that I’m only here to help. From our meetings and what I’ve read from your files, you’re an exceptional agent. Intellectually and emotionally strong. That’s not something that is easy given what you deal with daily. I can tell from your place on the team that you care about all the members. I just want you to know that I don’t pose a threat to that.” 

It’s clear that he’s assumed that you’re weary of what his position could do to your friends. Of course you understand from his perspective. You appreciate his forwardness. Another characteristic that seems to be imprinted in him. Regardless of the century. 

“I appreciate you saying that. I guess I should be honest since you’ve been so transparent with me.” 

Sweets offers a smile, because he’s ecstatic that you’re about to open up. He’s usually the one poking and prodding. The switch is nice for a change. 

“I’ve been a little anxious around you because I find you very attractive, Dr. Lance Sweets.” 

There’s a slow pause, and it’s then your words catch up. You don’t miss the slight tinge of his cheeks. Doubled with the way he now shifts in place. 

“Oh!I-I..I had no idea that you…that you were…” 

He’s stumbling over his words and you nod. 

“I hope that this doesn’t make you uncomfortable. We work together. I figured if I just spit it out then we can go back to working as normal without the awkwardness. I really respect what you do.”

He runs a hand through his hair. 

“T-Thank you. I-I respect what you do as well. Very much.” 

His shyness is quite literally the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

“I'm glad I was able to get this off my chest. I guess I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“Yes! Monday. See you then.” 

Standing, you turn. You can't fight the smile as you exit the office. 

It’s apparent that you have a lot more to look forward to in life.

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 5 -Final

Diana had decided to take the following day off and spend some time with you. Possibly discover what other abilities you might have. She’s talking, but you can’t quite focus. Because the thought of kissing Clark again seems to be the only thing on your mind.

“Are you alright?”

You flinch, nodding quickly.

“Yes! I’m sorry. Go on.”

Diana narrows her eyes with a playful smile.

“I’ve never seen you like this. Does it have anything to do with a certain boy?”

You frown, because you supposed this is what you should expect from an older sister.

“It’s nothing Diana.”

You try to brush it off, but from the look on her face, she’s not going to let it go until you tell her. If you’re being honest you have no idea what to do. You’ve always been careful about keeping that distance. You can cripple a man with your bare hands. Safe to say you haven’t been out there pursuing relationships. It’s also still a bit weird considering that you spent most of your life on an island with only women.

The opposite sex has always been a minefield and the ones you typically run into usually are the ones you want to punch in the face.

The knock at your door interrupts you, and Diana stands, heading for the door. The moment she opens it, you can almost see the smile from across the room as she speaks.

“It’s Clark.”

You wish you could just become invisible.

Maybe that’s one of your powers.

She welcomes him in, excusing herself with a playful smile. You roll your eyes, clearly displeased with her lack of tact.

Now that he’s standing right there it just makes it harder.

Clark looks just as uncomfortable as you. Dropping your head, you sigh.

“I’m sorry for running.” You mutter.

More specifically, flying right out of his barn window.

Of course he predicts the apology.

He decides to take a seat in hopes that it will help him feel more settled.

“It’s okay. I guess I would have done the same.”

He laughs, but it’s a bit awkward. There’s no way to talk about this in a way that it’s not. Truthfully you’re just curious as to why. He knows practically everything about you yet he still kissed you.

Logically, that doesn’t make sense.

At least not to you.

“Doesn’t this..bother you?”

You can’t help but ask the question.

Clark is far from normal, but even he should have reservations about your situation.

“You mean because you’re a demigod?”

“Yes.”

“Why does it matter?”

You stare at him in disbelief. He’s talking as if it’s a condiment on your food or a rock in someone’s shoe.

Clark tries to move closer, and it’s almost your instinct now to flee. Because around him you can’t seem to control your emotions. He pauses, noticing your need to keep a distance.

“Do you care that I’m Kryptonian?”

“Not really.”

That doesn’t really matter.

“Then why would it be a problem? Shouldn’t I give you the same benefit that you’re giving me?”

His rationalizations make sense. You know that. But it still feels like a lot.

“I don’t care about any of it. You’re the only thing that matters.”

The sincerity behind those words actually make you blush.

You look away.

“This is..strange..”

You’ve never really met a boy that you didn’t want to punch.

Clark smiles at the little furrow in your brows.

“You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head, refusing to look at him.

“I’ve never had a desire to but that day I…”

Your hand moves to your lips.

“I liked it.”

You admit bashfully.

He’s happy with that statement.

“Do you want to try again?”

It’s a bit of a whisper and you swallow, looking up when he’s managed to close the little distance. He’s right in front of you. His arms settle on your shoulder, and this time it’s much harder to get rid of the redness of your cheeks.

“I-I don’t know how to mph-”

He kisses you softly, and you let out an involuntary moan. Clark smiles against your lips, pulling you close. You love it. The feel of him, of this. It’s amazing. Otherworldly. You never realized how good such human activities felt. You always just summed it up to their often primitive behavior. But you never considered a lot. Like how similar you are to them.

Control is not your strong suit either.

Clark parts after a few heated seconds, and you’re left trying to even your breathing. He hasn’t fully pulled away.

“I can teach you everything..”

He whispers against your lips.

You gulp.

Surely you have a lot to learn.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 20

You’ve been trying to figure out what this means. 

Your intention was to go to Harry, but you aren’t sure what exactly you can say. So your decision is to just make it through this last class. With the weekend coming up, it’ll give you a window to work through all of this. 

That’s why that morning when you left you were determined to keep yourself grounded. Maybe if you divert your focus you won’t shift into some other reality again. 

Yet, even now as the teacher is droning on about some lesson but you can’t focus. 

Your vision is struggling to stay on the board, and you massage your eyelids. 

It’s getting harder.

“Where did you come from!!” 

You jump at the yell, and the students in your general area back up at your presence. There’s a boy sitting right next to you. He looks more intrigued than scared. 

“Peter, get away from her!!” 

A girl calls. 

He moves out of his seat. 

“You don’t have to be scared, I know you’re not bad. Spider sense.” He whispers. 

“Spider Sense.. A-Are you..Peter Parker?” 

He’s shocked. 

“You know my name..” 

You feel as though you’re going to hyperventilate. 

“Ms Wells, Ms.Wells Ms. Wells!” 

Your gasp, looking up, and all eyes in the room are trained in you. 

Clark is sitting at your side, and he watches you with worry. You swallow, massaging the bridge of your nose. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t feel too well.” 

Concern flashes in the teacher’s eyes.

Clark stands.

“I’ll take her to the nurse’s office.” Your teacher nods. 

“Y-Yes, thank you Mr. Kent.” 

Clark moves to your side immediately, helping you to your feet, You stand. 

“I’m sorry.” 

She shakes her head. 

“No need to apologize. Please just worry about getting better. “ Clark guides you out of the classroom. 

Walking through the hallway, you straighten, and Clark pulls his hands away hesitantly when you look unaffected. 

“(Y/N) are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, I just needed to get out of class. Clark, we need to make an excuse to leave early. Something is..something is happening.” 

He needs no more considering. From your tone, it’s clear that this is serious. 

So with the permission of the school, you both left. 

Clark hasn’t taken his eyes off you for a second. 

The minute you get through your door, you’re looking for Harry. 

He lifts his head, clearly confused as to why you’re home so early. His laptop is set in front of him and the second he catches wind of Clark’s worried expression he races to your side. 

“What’s wrong!” 

The wind has tossed your hair. Despite your uncertainty in this situation, you still wear a smile. Harry has proved time again that he’ll drop everything to protect you. 

You take a breath, guiding him to the couch. He follows and so does Clark. When you’re all seated you finally speak. 

“I think Aaron did something, triggered something in my body.” 

You play with the hem of your shirt. 

“I know I should have said something sooner but I wasn’t really sure how to say it. I think I might be..I think I might be traveling between realities.”

You know how crazy it sounds, and more than anything you want it to be a dream, but you had all literally seen a transparent apparition of your father. 

“Harry, the theory of the multiverse, is it real?” 

He stares in awe. He’d written about a lot in his time, but a lot of his works were theory at best. When he published that book, it was way before he could run at the speed of light. Although he hasn’t actually traveled through reality, he hasn’t completely abandoned the idea. There was so much he was still learning about his own power. 

“I..I always theorized, but I’ve never, I’ve never had proof.” 

You run a hand through your hair. 

“I think it’s possible. Harry I’ve been time traveling, or leaping or something. Whatever Aaron did it unlocked something. First at Star Labs and then in the library, now at school. It keeps happening.  I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know how to control it. I-I’m scared..” 

You seem a bit panicked and Clark takes your hand. He can’t really get rid of it. Your fears. 

Harry wishes he could just tell you that it’ll all be alright that he’ll protect you. But he can’t promise that. 

What he realizes is that he can’t hope to protect you from everything. He needs to equip you to protect yourself. So that what happened with Aaron, it never occurs again. 

Harry swallows. 

“I need you to do it again. To jump.” 

The request makes your eyes crazy. 

“W-What! N-No I can’t!” I’ve just barely gotten it to stop. If I stop thinking for a moment I could get lost again. I can’t Harry, I can’t!” 

You stand and he rises, taking your shoulder. 

“Listen to me (Y/N), you know I’d never let anything happen to you if it were within my power. But I can’t protect you. Not from this. You need to jump. Whatever he did, you can control it. The both of you are blood. You must have similar abilities. You have to tap into it. It’s the only way you can hope to gain control.” 

You’re on the verge of tears. 

“W-What if..what if I do and it turns me into him. What if I become a monster..” 

The very thought is frightening, and Harry smiles, wiping the single tear that runs down your cheek. 

“I have faith in you. You’re my sister and I trust you. I trust your ability. You can do this.” 

His encouragement is any if not motivating. You mirror his smile a bit shakily and Harry presses his forehead against your own. 

With an even breath, you nod slowly, closing your eyes. 

You just barely feel Clark’s hand on your shoulder right before all the sound in the room fades out. 

“I believe in you.”

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot: Extra

“There’s three guys in there!”

Hodgins sounds a bit panicked. When Booth brought the two of you to the most recent crime scene, you hadn’t actually expected assassins to show up. You’re all hiding in the bathroom.

“Booth, did you see any guns?”

He shakes his head.

You nod, reaching for the knob.

“See you on the other side.”

When you dart out the door, Hodgins looks at you as if you’ve grown another head.

“What is she doing!!” Hodgins asks quietly.

He doesn’t get an answer. Booth shakes his head when he hears the many grunts and punches. There’s a distinct sound of a table breaking. It finally quiets down.

“We’re clear.” You call.

Booth holsters his gun, pushing the door open. Hodgins follows behind, still a bit hesitant. When they break the corner, all three bodies are on the ground. One of them has his head stuck through the broken glass table. The others are groaning on the floor.

“That last one put up a fight.” You state as you rotate your arm.

“Are you freaking Wonder Woman!?”

With a shrug, you bend down, reaching into their pockets. There’s no surprise that they lack identification.

“You should probably call this in, we’ll need to question them.”

Booth just walks away with a grumble as he pulls out his phone.

“I could have helped.” He mutters dejectedly.

You smile, and Hodgins is still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

By the time you all make it back to the lab Hodgins is telling some crazy story about what went down. You all have the three men in custody as the bureau continues to work at their identities.

“I swear it was like a freaking movie. She took out all three of them.” Hodgins exclaims. Angela laughs.

“You shouldn’t mess with women, am I right?”

Brennan nods in approval.

Camile chuckles.

“I guess we all have our specialties. You’re going to have to show me some moves sometime. Given how often we tend to get breached, it might come in handy.”

She’s not exactly wrong.

Your eyes stray for a second when you see the suit. You assume it’s Booth, but when you spot the face of a certain psychologist, your once confident stance changes.

“What’s the occasion?”

He jokes when he spots the small group. His eyes take a moment, but the second he sees you, his gait slightly changes.

Your silence to his question catches the attention of everyone present. Angela and Hodgins exchange a look. Camille smiles. Brennan is the only one who looks a bit unclear of what’s happening.

“I just remembered that we have to go do something. Don’t we?” Angela questions. They all nod, but Brennan still looks lost.

“What thing?” Brennan asks.

“Oh sweetie, just follow me.” Angela takes her arm, leading her away and the rest of the following suit.

Now it’s just the two of you. Your pointed glare follows your friends who have undoubtedly betrayed you.

It’s impossible to make this any less awkward.

“I should get going. Booth probably needs a hand interrogating those guys.” You finally work out.

“O-Of course, they aren’t going to interrogate themselves, am I right?” His laughter is obviously to cover up the uncomfortable atmosphere. You just give a stiff nod, turning with the intention of walking away as fast as you possibly can.

“(Y/N), wait.”

He reaches over, taking your wrist softly to stop you. The action makes you pause. You’re overly conscious of the warmth from his hand. You look up and he guides you to the side, out of the main view of others. Once he does, he seems to realize that he’s still holding you. He releases almost immediately.

“I feel like we should address this matter. The longer we prolong it the worse it’s going to get. It doesn’t exactly make for an efficiently functioning work environment.”

He’s right. But what exactly does he want you to say?

Maybe you should just pretend.

“I don’t really see a problem.”

He looks a bit confused, then he smiles.

“I see what you’re doing. By avoiding the problem you think that you could rationalize that there’s nothing between us.”

“There is nothing between us.” You reason.

“Really?”

“Really.” You confirm.

Sweets takes a step forward, and you find yourself backing up. You stumble against the wall, and his eyes search yours.

“I’ll admit that given my profession I should have seen it sooner. If you’d like to pretend that you don’t feel a thing then I can’t force you to admit it. I just want you to know that I do have feelings for you. As unprofessional as it is, I have to be honest about how I feel. “

You gulp, it’s easier to deny it when you assume these feelings are one sided. But what are you supposed to do now that he has admitted that. Sweets takes another step,and you press your hand to his shoulder, lips quiver.

“W-Wait..”

You need to be the voice of reason. If he gets any closer that won’t happen.

“We..” You take a breath to calm yourself down.

“We work together. Y-You can’t..w-we can’t…”

“That statement implies that you feel the same way.” He adds.

“I-I don’t.”

“Then you should probably push me away. You easily took down three guys, subduing me should be simple.”

So he did hear.

That’s a bit infuriating.

Why was he testing you right now?

“Damn psychologists.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Push me away (Y/N).”

He whispers.

You bite your lip, gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down for a kiss. He’s obviously caught a bit off guard, but he reciprocates, sliding one hand against the wall as he draws you closer.

You should not be doing this. There’s so many reasons why this is a bad idea, but you’ve been dreaming about his lips for too long to stop now. Your hand moves from his collar, sliding over his chest. A soft sound escapes your lips at the feel of him, and his mouth opens as his tongue slips past your lips. You welcome it, meeting him halfway. He’s the one that moans this time and you’re almost positive you’ve never heard something more beautiful.

“Sweets?”

Booth’s voice pulls you out of your daze and you push Sweets back. He staggers, and you stare, clearly shocked. Booth pretty much gapes, and you press a hand to your lips.

“I-I have to go.” You say hurriedly as you rush past Booth.

That’s apparently your trademark now.

Running away.

“H-Hey wait sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

His words fall on deaf ears. Booth turns back to Sweets who is licking his lips, clearly still a bit thrown by the kiss.

“Really, (Y/N)? You know she can snap you like a twig right?” Booth’s words aren’t fully acknowledged.

“I have to go.”

Sweets is clearly distracted. He just walks away.

“Come on!!”

The rest of the day you try your best to limit your interactions with Sweets. You’re at least a bit grateful for Booth’s discretion. He hasn’t spread your little incident to a certain group of nosy scientists. Not that they are ignorant to what’s going on.

“So, are you going to avoid him forever?”

Booth had swung by your office, no doubt to torment you.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, I was there. I saw you shoving your tongue down the guy’s throat.”

You blush, sending him the most venomous look. Booth lifts his hands.

“Hey, I’m just saying what I saw.”

You hate that he’s right. Even more that you haven’t been able to think about much but that kiss. How good it felt. Not just to touch him, but to have those feelings reciprocated. The both of you have been working together for a few months, almost a year. In all that time you can’t believe you never noticed. Maybe you just didn’t want to. Somehow pretending to be blind made it easier.

“Sweets might be a handful, but he’s a good guy. You should give him a chance.”

“Really, you’re giving me relationship advice.”

“I give good advice!” Booth defends.

“Mhmm.”

“Whatever, you could say what you want, but you must have it bad for him. Otherwise you would have floored him the second he even got within an inch of your space. Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. I guess this explains that little fight in the office last time. All that pent up frustration.”

“Do you want me to hit you?” Booth smiles.

“All I’m saying is that you should give it a shot. You never know what could happen.”

You hate it when he actually makes a reasonable point.

It’s irritating.

You intend to say just that, but there’s a knock on your door and someone enters. You both turn your focus.

“Hey.”

Sweets look a bit awkward, and unconsciously, you cross your legs under the desk. The heat of that kiss has returned.

Booth smirks.

“I’ll get out of the way of you two love birds.”

Booth moves to the door, giving Sweets a pat on the shoulder.

“Don’t mess it up, shrink.”

Nothing else is said. The door closes and you stand. You feel like you should make a run for it again.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology wasn’t where you saw the conversation going.

“I shouldn’t have made a move on you like that. It was unprofessional.” He runs a hand over the back of his head.

“I was the one who kissed you.”

He nods, a bashful smile on his face.

“You did, but I didn’t exactly stop it.”

You fidget.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You finally admit.

He looks at you, and you can tell just from his expression that he’s picturing it. Kissing you, touching you. Your face must look quite the same.

Just looking at him seems to be too much. You clear your throat, breaking contact.

“Listen, I like my job. It’s the first time in years that I feel like I’m doing something good that doesn’t compromise my values.”

He knows you’re referring to your time in the navy.

Sweets nods.

“I understand. I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

You shake your head, and you will yourself to take a step closer. He meets your gaze when you’re directly in front of him.

“I’ll admit that everything about this, it terrifies me. But someone wise just told me that it’s better to take a chance. I’d like to give this a try, if that’s something you’re interested in. “

“I am!”

His immediate response isn’t what you expect. Sweets swallows, running a hand down his tie.

“I mean I’d like to see where this goes too.”

You smile.

“Whatever happens from here on out, I just need to know that it won’t affect our work. It’s not like I’m planning for this to implode in our faces. But we need to be realistic. This job needs to take precedence regardless of what happens in the future.”

“I agree. No matter what, we always get the job done.”

Sweets holds out his hand for you to shake. You can’t stop smiling at the gesture.

“I guess I know why you’re called Sweets.”

His brows furrow.

“Why do you think they-”

You step forward, grabbing his cheeks as you pull him in for a kiss. His eyebrows shoot up, hands automatically going around your waist. You grin against his lips and he spins around, pressing you against the door. The collision has you humming, and his expression softens and he slides both to your cheeks, trying to taste as much as he possibly can from your lips.

You have absolutely no complaints. 

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 4

The weekends are nice.

Diana is away doing her little trips and conferences, so you’re left to entertain yourself this time around. That’s why when Clark invited you over to have lunch with his family you were glad to go.

Mostly for Mrs. Kent’s great cooking.

The second you step in you get a whiff of her pie and you can feel your mouth watering. You knock on the door and Clark opens it, smiling at the eager look in your eyes.

“Mom made the pie just for you. It looks like you’re ready to dig in.”

You nod, stepping inside and Martha smiles at you.

“Make yourself at home sweetheart. Clark, would you go call your father, he’s out by the windmill.”

“Is it still broken?”

Martha nods.

“He’s been trying to fix it all week. I told him he should hire some help but you know your father.”

He’s always been a bit stubborn. Clark knows he’ll have to grow and drag him away from it. He means to head over, but he catches the look you wear.

You’re just staring at him expectantly.

“Do..do you want to come?”

You nod, and Martha hides a smile when she catches the interaction.

Clark leads you out to the farm and you follow, taking in the expense of grass and animals.

“I suppose it’s easy to mask super strength when you work in an area that requires so much manual labor.”

Clark smiles at the observation.

“It is.”

You continue down your path and as you get closer to the field, you can make out Mr. Kent’s form. He’s on a scaffolding pretty high up. There’s a bunch of tools next to his feet and you can hear him physically fighting with the metal structure.

“Damn thing..”

He’s grumbling loudly and Clark smiles.

“Dad, lunch is ready!!”

“I’ll be there in a bit, Clark.”

From Clark’s expression he expected the response.

“Come on, maybe mom can get him to come down.”

Clark turns away and you mean to follow, but your eyes are fixated on the shaky structure. It makes you a little weary. Jonathan has a tool in his hand and he’s pulling at some part inside the open part of the metal. He makes a particular tug that disrupts his balance. The yell alerts Clark and when he begins falling backwards, you jump to try and catch him.

At least you attempt to.

Your body pivots in the air and you do catch him.

Clark’s steps stop right under the both of you when he realizes.

You fully expected your body to drop with gravity. He weighs practically nothing. However, you’re all in awe, because you’re just hovering in place.

“(Y/N)...”

Your hands are secured around Jonathan’s back and slowly you can feel yourself lowering to the ground. Both your feet touch the ground and you release, still a bit astonished.

Jonathan is clearly speechless. You take a step back, looking down at your legs as if they’ll answer the mystery of what the hell just happened.

“I can fly..”

Your knowledge of the amazons might not be as extensive as the others who have lived hundreds years before you, but you know for a fact that the only one who has powers such as this is Diana.

You swallow.

“I…I have to go..”

You looked confused, angry…lost.

Clark isn’t even offered a chance to say much because your expression hardens as you shoot off into the sky.

~~

“Ms. Prince, you have a visitor.”

The attendant gestured towards the entrance and Diana was a bit surprised to see you there in Central City. When she asked you to join earlier that day you seemed content with just staying at home. Now there’s a level of urgency on your face as you stand at the entrance. Diana nodded, excusing herself from the conversation. She paced over to you, a bit worried by your expression.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

She guided you away from the crowd to a more secluded area right outside the atrium.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Diana was clearly confused.

“Tell you what?”

You appeared to be searching for the words.

Right ones.

“That we are the same.”

Learning that you could literally fly, it seemed to be the only explanation.

You can see the regret on her face, and now it makes sense. You weren’t crazy. There’s a possibility that you are the offspring of a god. That Diana might be your actual family. All those years after your mother passed you thought that you were alone.

Misunderstood.

Now it appears there was an explanation for everything.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. You were in pain when your mother died. I wanted to protect you.”

You should be furious.

This seems like a very big detail to omit about your life.

Yet, you can’t truly be mad. She could have easily left you there. After hearing about the truth of her origins, you finally understand how she felt when she herself found out she was a demigod.

“I suppose this explains my short temper. I must be the offspring of hades.”

A little smile breaks out on Diana’s face, and she steps over, pulling you into a hug.

“Our fathers are not our legacy. You are your own person. I have faith in you.”

You relax in the embrace.

“Thank you, Diana.”

If nothing else, you’re grateful.

~Clark’s Loft~

“That’s how the conversation went.”

Sitting on the couch, you're filling Clark in.

“I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

It seems you learn more about yourself everyday.

“Thank you Clark.”

It’s nice to have someone to confide in. You both might be different, but you share a lot of similarities.

“For what?”

If anything he should be thanking you.

“For being a good friend. I know that I’m not the most open, or expressive. I’m not the best when it comes to people, but it’s easier with you. I guess in a lot of ways I’m glad you turned out to be a kryptonian. I’m grateful to have another person I can confide in. ”

He means to say that it’s nothing. He enjoys your company. Your time.

Your presence.

The words don’t get out, because you’re wearing a soft expression.

Any words he intends to form falls off. Your expression begins to drop when you realize how intensely Clark is staring. You find yourself swallowing, and when he starts leaning in, you seem to follow the action. You both meet in the middle and a soft sigh escapes when his lips press to your own. Clark reaches over and places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

It’s that particular move that has you pulling back hurriedly. You stumble to your feet, covering your lips.

“I-I’m sorry!”

Clark moves back, shaking his head frantically.

“N-No it was my fault. I’m sorry.”

You’re both at a distance now, and you look down at your lap.

You have no idea where that came from.

Moving to the open window, you just jump out.

Clark stares as you disappear into the sky.

He wonders if that’s something he’s going to have to worry about.

You seem to be constantly flying away from him. 

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot: Extra

“There’s three guys in there!”

Hodgins sounds a bit panicked. When Booth brought the two of you to the most recent crime scene, you hadn’t actually expected assassins to show up. You’re all hiding in the bathroom.

“Booth, did you see any guns?”

He shakes his head.

You nod, reaching for the knob.

“See you on the other side.”

When you dart out the door, Hodgins looks at you as if you’ve grown another head.

“What is she doing!!” Hodgins asks quietly.

He doesn’t get an answer. Booth shakes his head when he hears the many grunts and punches. There’s a distinct sound of a table breaking. It finally quiets down.

“We’re clear.” You call.

Booth holsters his gun, pushing the door open. Hodgins follows behind, still a bit hesitant. When they break the corner, all three bodies are on the ground. One of them has his head stuck through the broken glass table. The others are groaning on the floor.

“That last one put up a fight.” You state as you rotate your arm.

“Are you freaking Wonder Woman!?”

With a shrug, you bend down, reaching into their pockets. There’s no surprise that they lack identification.

“You should probably call this in, we’ll need to question them.”

Booth just walks away with a grumble as he pulls out his phone.

“I could have helped.” He mutters dejectedly.

You smile, and Hodgins is still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

By the time you all make it back to the lab Hodgins is telling some crazy story about what went down. You all have the three men in custody as the bureau continues to work at their identities.

“I swear it was like a freaking movie. She took out all three of them.” Hodgins exclaims. Angela laughs.

“You shouldn’t mess with women, am I right?”

Brennan nods in approval.

Camile chuckles.

“I guess we all have our specialties. You’re going to have to show me some moves sometime. Given how often we tend to get breached, it might come in handy.”

She’s not exactly wrong.

Your eyes stray for a second when you see the suit. You assume it’s Booth, but when you spot the face of a certain psychologist, your once confident stance changes.

“What’s the occasion?”

He jokes when he spots the small group. His eyes take a moment, but the second he sees you, his gait slightly changes.

Your silence to his question catches the attention of everyone present. Angela and Hodgins exchange a look. Camille smiles. Brennan is the only one who looks a bit unclear of what’s happening.

“I just remembered that we have to go do something. Don’t we?” Angela questions. They all nod, but Brennan still looks lost.

“What thing?” Brennan asks.

“Oh sweetie, just follow me.” Angela takes her arm, leading her away and the rest of the following suit.

Now it’s just the two of you. Your pointed glare follows your friends who have undoubtedly betrayed you.

It’s impossible to make this any less awkward.

“I should get going. Booth probably needs a hand interrogating those guys.” You finally work out.

“O-Of course, they aren’t going to interrogate themselves, am I right?” His laughter is obviously to cover up the uncomfortable atmosphere. You just give a stiff nod, turning with the intention of walking away as fast as you possibly can.

“(Y/N), wait.”

He reaches over, taking your wrist softly to stop you. The action makes you pause. You’re overly conscious of the warmth from his hand. You look up and he guides you to the side, out of the main view of others. Once he does, he seems to realize that he’s still holding you. He releases almost immediately.

“I feel like we should address this matter. The longer we prolong it the worse it’s going to get. It doesn’t exactly make for an efficiently functioning work environment.”

He’s right. But what exactly does he want you to say?

Maybe you should just pretend.

“I don’t really see a problem.”

He looks a bit confused, then he smiles.

“I see what you’re doing. By avoiding the problem you think that you could rationalize that there’s nothing between us.”

“There is nothing between us.” You reason.

“Really?”

“Really.” You confirm.

Sweets takes a step forward, and you find yourself backing up. You stumble against the wall, and his eyes search yours.

“I’ll admit that given my profession I should have seen it sooner. If you’d like to pretend that you don’t feel a thing then I can’t force you to admit it. I just want you to know that I do have feelings for you. As unprofessional as it is, I have to be honest about how I feel. “

You gulp, it’s easier to deny it when you assume these feelings are one sided. But what are you supposed to do now that he has admitted that. Sweets takes another step,and you press your hand to his shoulder, lips quiver.

“W-Wait..”

You need to be the voice of reason. If he gets any closer that won’t happen.

“We..” You take a breath to calm yourself down.

“We work together. Y-You can’t..w-we can’t…”

“That statement implies that you feel the same way.” He adds.

“I-I don’t.”

“Then you should probably push me away. You easily took down three guys, subduing me should be simple.”

So he did hear.

That’s a bit infuriating.

Why was he testing you right now?

“Damn psychologists.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Push me away (Y/N).”

He whispers.

You bite your lip, gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down for a kiss. He’s obviously caught a bit off guard, but he reciprocates, sliding one hand against the wall as he draws you closer.

You should not be doing this. There’s so many reasons why this is a bad idea, but you’ve been dreaming about his lips for too long to stop now. Your hand moves from his collar, sliding over his chest. A soft sound escapes your lips at the feel of him, and his mouth opens as his tongue slips past your lips. You welcome it, meeting him halfway. He’s the one that moans this time and you’re almost positive you’ve never heard something more beautiful.

“Sweets?”

Booth’s voice pulls you out of your daze and you push Sweets back. He staggers, and you stare, clearly shocked. Booth pretty much gapes, and you press a hand to your lips.

“I-I have to go.” You say hurriedly as you rush past Booth.

That’s apparently your trademark now.

Running away.

“H-Hey wait sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

His words fall on deaf ears. Booth turns back to Sweets who is licking his lips, clearly still a bit thrown by the kiss.

“Really, (Y/N)? You know she can snap you like a twig right?” Booth’s words aren’t fully acknowledged.

“I have to go.”

Sweets is clearly distracted. He just walks away.

“Come on!!”

The rest of the day you try your best to limit your interactions with Sweets. You’re at least a bit grateful for Booth’s discretion. He hasn’t spread your little incident to a certain group of nosy scientists. Not that they are ignorant to what’s going on.

“So, are you going to avoid him forever?”

Booth had swung by your office, no doubt to torment you.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, I was there. I saw you shoving your tongue down the guy’s throat.”

You blush, sending him the most venomous look. Booth lifts his hands.

“Hey, I’m just saying what I saw.”

You hate that he’s right. Even more that you haven’t been able to think about much but that kiss. How good it felt. Not just to touch him, but to have those feelings reciprocated. The both of you have been working together for a few months, almost a year. In all that time you can’t believe you never noticed. Maybe you just didn’t want to. Somehow pretending to be blind made it easier.

“Sweets might be a handful, but he’s a good guy. You should give him a chance.”

“Really, you’re giving me relationship advice.”

“I give good advice!” Booth defends.

“Mhmm.”

“Whatever, you could say what you want, but you must have it bad for him. Otherwise you would have floored him the second he even got within an inch of your space. Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. I guess this explains that little fight in the office last time. All that pent up frustration.”

“Do you want me to hit you?” Booth smiles.

“All I’m saying is that you should give it a shot. You never know what could happen.”

You hate it when he actually makes a reasonable point.

It’s irritating.

You intend to say just that, but there’s a knock on your door and someone enters. You both turn your focus.

“Hey.”

Sweets look a bit awkward, and unconsciously, you cross your legs under the desk. The heat of that kiss has returned.

Booth smirks.

“I’ll get out of the way of you two love birds.”

Booth moves to the door, giving Sweets a pat on the shoulder.

“Don’t mess it up, shrink.”

Nothing else is said. The door closes and you stand. You feel like you should make a run for it again.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology wasn’t where you saw the conversation going.

“I shouldn’t have made a move on you like that. It was unprofessional.” He runs a hand over the back of his head.

“I was the one who kissed you.”

He nods, a bashful smile on his face.

“You did, but I didn’t exactly stop it.”

You fidget.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You finally admit.

He looks at you, and you can tell just from his expression that he’s picturing it. Kissing you, touching you. Your face must look quite the same.

Just looking at him seems to be too much. You clear your throat, breaking contact.

“Listen, I like my job. It’s the first time in years that I feel like I’m doing something good that doesn’t compromise my values.”

He knows you’re referring to your time in the navy.

Sweets nods.

“I understand. I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

You shake your head, and you will yourself to take a step closer. He meets your gaze when you’re directly in front of him.

“I’ll admit that everything about this, it terrifies me. But someone wise just told me that it’s better to take a chance. I’d like to give this a try, if that’s something you’re interested in. “

“I am!”

His immediate response isn’t what you expect. Sweets swallows, running a hand down his tie.

“I mean I’d like to see where this goes too.”

You smile.

“Whatever happens from here on out, I just need to know that it won’t affect our work. It’s not like I’m planning for this to implode in our faces. But we need to be realistic. This job needs to take precedence regardless of what happens in the future.”

“I agree. No matter what, we always get the job done.”

Sweets holds out his hand for you to shake. You can’t stop smiling at the gesture.

“I guess I know why you’re called Sweets.”

His brows furrow.

“Why do you think they-”

You step forward, grabbing his cheeks as you pull him in for a kiss. His eyebrows shoot up, hands automatically going around your waist. You grin against his lips and he spins around, pressing you against the door. The collision has you humming, and his expression softens and he slides both to your cheeks, trying to taste as much as he possibly can from your lips.

You have absolutely no complaints. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot

"Bones I'm serious, you have to at least know that it's possible."

"Logically it isn't Booth."

You've long gotten used to their bickering. You're not even going to ask what the topic is this time. When your supervisor recommended you for the job, you honestly thought it would be different. As weird and chaotic as they all were, you actually enjoyed your job. Not something you could say for the last few years of your life.

Booth understood what it was like, coming from the navy. Adjusting was difficult, but you made it. Your main job at this point though was to be a babysitter. With the amount of cases being processed through the Jeffersonian, the FBI just thought they would need an extra hand.

Another detective just to listen to these two argue like a married couple.

"Back me up (Y/N)."

"I would like to be excluded from your argument."

You say stepping through the doors of the institute. Bones sent you a little smile which you returned.

"I saw that! You two are ganging up on me!"

"That's not a statement you can prove."

Brennan said smoothly. You try your best to hide your laughter as he goes back to the case when you finally make it to Brennan's office.

To your surprise, a certain psychologist is seated there.

"Great, I caught you at the right time." He stands, and you take that as your cue to leave.

"I'm going to check in with Camile." You advise. You expect Sweets to start his little psychology assessment on those two, but he moves in your direction.

"Actually, you're the one I needed to see. I can walk with you."

Those were not the words you wanted to hear.

Sweets move to your side as you both walk through the hall.

"Did I do something that warrants an assessment?" You question.

"Oh, no, you're probably the most sane on this team aside from Camile and Angela." He assures with a laugh.

"So, is there a reason you're walking with me to the lab?"

"Well this is more of an unofficial visit. I was hoping we could get more acquainted. We're both the youngest of this group. I figured we could exchange notes."

"No offense, but I have a job to do." You've made it to the lab, reaching for the handle, you pull open the door.

"If that's all."

You just watch him and Sweets laughs nervously.

"You're right, sorry. Maybe another time when you're not working an active case. I'll be around."

The door slams in his face and he slides his hands in his pocket, walking away.

Once inside, you let out a sigh.

"Was that Sweets?"

Camile asks.

You nod, eyes moving to the corpse she has displayed on the table.

"So when are you going to tell him you have a crush on him?"

She questions while casually removing the organs from your most recent victim. The sight should have thrown you off way more than the question did.

"W-What are you talking about?"

Camile smiles.

"Come on, I'm not an idiot. Booth and Brennan might not be as perceptive, but I've picked up on it. Your short replies, those lingering glances. You like him. From the sound of his dejected tone, he might like you too if you'd stop shutting him down. "

You frown.

"I don't have a crush on Sweets."

"Whatever you say."

It's clear she doesn't believe you .

You sort of hoped if you said it enough times you might be able to convince yourself of it. You couldn't deny that he was cute. He'd also helped on a significant number of cases. It's been driving you crazy. You literally fought in a war. Dealing with these feelings should be a piece of cake. Yet anytime he's around you just feel at ease, possibly vulnerable.

Maybe that's why it's so hard to admit.

Vulnerability isn't something you can afford.

For the remainder of the day, you try to focus all your energy into the case.

It's a tougher one.

Mostly because your victim was an ex navy. A girl just a few years older than you. At first you didn't think much of it. But the deeper you get into the case, the more it feels like this person is a reflection of you.

The war had changed her. Led her down a shaky path.

Drugs, violence.

She was a soldier that fought for the country and was tossed away. It's a reminder of how easily that could have been you. When you came back, you were never the same. You know that they often said that. War changes people.

You changed.

Maybe if this woman had gotten the same guidance that you did, then she would still be alive.

Every lead you all received seemed to run to another dead end.

Your current suspect is out there enjoying life while you all fight to find anything to pin him to the murder that you know he committed, but can't easily prove. Your number one suspect is a politician. So far you all have a motive. But no evidence. The corrupted bastard had apparently assaulted a woman, and to save his image he blackmailed her. Your victim had evidence. She was just trying to do the right thing and now she was dead because of it.

"I checked it, he's not clean. I'm telling you this guy is involved."

"I know but we don't have proof, if we go over there without the necessary proof then he'll just deny it. We need more time"

You slammed your hand on the desk.

"We don't have time!"

Sweets stands.

"Maybe you're acting so emotional because you relate with her, the victim. You feel guilty because you see a reflection of what she's been through. You feel responsible even though there's nothing you could have done."

You glare at his words.

"Don't profile me."

He doesn't need a doctorate to spot the hostility. You drop the document on the desk, storming out of your office. Sweets turns, a subtle look of guilt on his face. Booth just gives Sweets a pat on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about her. She's dealing with it in her own way. I'll talk to her."

Booth follows you out the door.

You know it's stupid to get emotional. You end up in a hallway, just pacing back and forth. Booth smiles when he spots you.

"Keep going like that and you'll run a hole into the floor."

Your movement stops and when you look up, Booth sends an understanding look.

"I know you feel responsible, but Sweets is right. There's nothing you could have done. She may have had a hard run, but she didn't die in vain. We just need one solid trail of evidence and then we got him. That girl and our victim will have justice. We just need to be patient."

With a soft sigh, you nod, hands moving from your hips.

"I'm sorry for exploding like that."

"It's okay, I get it."

Booth more than anyone does.

The frantic footsteps of someone catches your attention. Hodgins is standing there with a big smile. Booth returns it.

"We got him?" Booth asks.

"We got him." Hodgins clarifies. You find yourself sharing the smile when Booth does a mini fist pump.

With the results Hodgins has found, you now have proof that your politician Ed Johnson was not only at the scene of the crime, but a piece of his unnecessarily expensive cufflink was more than enough to show that there was at least probable cause to search his residence.

When they showed up with the warrant, he didn't look pleased. Especially when you found the murder weapon, his golf club which would undoubtedly match the indent and fragments Hodgins pulled. You felt satisfied watching him get lead away in those cuffs.

"She was nobody!"

Ed spat at you.

You just smiled.

"She was a soldier. No one is going to forget her. Have fun where you're going. I bet the guys can't wait to get their hands on you."

You could see the dread on his face, and it just felt that much more satisfying. Booth and Brennan moved to your side after the exchange. Booth gave your shoulder a pat.

"See that, the squints always come through."

You offer Brennan a smile.

"Thank you."

She knows how much the case meant to you, so you know she'd been working vigorously. So did the rest of the team. She shares your smile as you all prepare to leave.

The trip back to your office is much better.

Another case solved, a monster apprehended. This is all you can truly hope for out of such cases.

It's nice to have that sense of resolve.

Speaking of resolve..

"Sweets."

You completely forgot about that.

The only thing is you haven't truly faced Sweets since that situation in Booth's office. You know you should apologize. He's just trying to help in any way he can. His little mind tricks are a bit irritating, but you know he can't turn it off. Asking him to stop would be the same as telling you to abandon your badge and gun.

You let out another sigh as you hang your coat on the rack in your office.

It feels nice to be back in the comfort of your own space after such a trying day. You drop the case file on your desk. Your intention is to finally relax, but the sound of your door opening can only mean that you probably have another case.

"Okay, now that the case is closed we need to talk."

Sweets is the last person you thought you'd see. Especially after all the effort you put in to avoid him.

"Why do you dislike me? I know seeing me for most people isn't exactly the best considering the circumstances. Given my job description it's understandable. But I'm a pretty likable guy."

You're not really ready to face him just yet.

"I don't have a problem with you Sweets, I just have a lot of paperwork. So if you could please."

You try to move to the door, maybe find an escape, but he blocks your way and you pause in place.

Because he's much closer now.

"No, we have a conflict and I'd like to figure this out. I'm assigned to your team, so we need to deal with this now. I've been watching you and it's clear that you have some very strong feelings about me. So either you hate my guts or you're madly in love with me."

He lets out a little laugh at that. Because he doesn't truly mean it. He just wants you both to get along.

You know he's just rambling. Somehow the statement has your cheeks warming. You finally truly look at him and his words have started to slow. He takes it all in, your silence, the way your eyes linger over him. He looks a bit dumbfounded for a moment. Then his eyes stray to your lips, and you lick them unconsciously.

Sweets swallowed.

"I..I do you.."

He's lost for words and you're embarrassed. You really hoped that if you just avoided him it would never be known. He spends most of his time with Booth and Bones, so you just hoped he'd be too distracted.

"I have to go."

You sidestep, rushing out the door. The second you're out, you feel like it's much easier to breathe.

"Damn it."

This is definitely going to be a problem. 

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) - Chapter 8 -Final

When Renji was asked to deliver paperwork to the twelfth squad, he did not expect to hear what was going on behind the door.

“I-It’s too big! I-It won’t fit!”

Mayuri grunted.

“Quit your squirming, it’s almost in.”

Another sound left your lips and Renji slammed the door open.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING!!”

He was huffing and you both turned your head. Renji’s face was blank when he saw the metal box in your hand. It looked like one of the many items the research lab tended to tinker with. You were holding one side as Mayuri held the other trying to push a pole through the very narrow hole.

“Is there a reason you’re yelling?”

Mayuri did not seem amused and Renji rubbed his head angrily, handing over the papers as he stormed off.

“Why was he so mad?” You quizzed.

Mayuri could care less. He dropped the device disinterested.

“I’ll have to construct a new one.” He advised.

You just nod, following his lead.

It’s not weird for you to be working with Mayuri. He’s begun to bring you in on a few of his projects. Nemu typically did most of the heavy lifting since you lack the knowledge in this field. So you just helped in any way you can.

Mayuri is digging through one of the closets and you stand at the side, waiting for instruction. He straightens, looking a bit irritated.

“It seems that was our last modifier. I’ll have to build another from scratch.” He doesn’t look too happy.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

He did that sometimes when he just needed to think.

“Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll be right here.”

With a bright smile, you salute. Mayuri is used to your behavior. You think he’s just going to leave, but he moves closer to you. When he places a hand on your cheek, you immediately flush. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, he just licks his lips, heading off. Leaving you there with steam practically coming out of your head.

“Kurotsuchi-taicho..”

He’s been doing that a lot. Hitting you with those little affectionate surprises. You watch the path that he’d left, cheeks warm.

“How unfair.”

He really knows how to get you frazzled.

For the next fifteen minutes you try to tidy up the lab. His space is typically a little messy and although he never voices it, he does appreciate when you organize his stuff. You’ve figured out a system where he can have a sense of organized chaos. This way he’s content and it isn’t messy.

Once you’re done you feel a sense of accomplishment. Your eyes spot a particular file and when you see your name, you can’t help but peek into it.

You flip it open, reading over the scribbled notes.

“(Y/N) (L/N) holds a remarkable amount of power. Her consciousness is physically linked to her zanpaktou. My studies have uncovered that during the rebellion, her weapon may have been of the few unaffected by Maramusa’s control. Her abilities need to be studied closely.”

You scan through the many notes, all with dates attached, marking progress and or breakthroughs.

“My analysis was correct, her zanpaktou is able to reconstruct itself. Intriguing indeed.”

“There has been a change since she has been reinstated as a reaper. Her body is not completely affected by physical injuries. Her healing factor has remarkably improved. I need to study her progress.”

One particular sheet seems tucked a bit under the rest. You slide it out.

“It seems I’m beginning to have a physical response to her. I initially thought my interest in her power was attracting me, but this is both chemical and emotional. I have been having certain thoughts. Examining her, exploring her, entering her..”

Your eyes widen and you drop the paper, face red.

The date on the sheet lines up with the time you’d started coming in more frequently after you’d been approved to return to duty. The thought of him thinking of you that way since then, it makes you hot. You always thought Mayuri was emotionally unattached back then. So of course you never even considered the both of you. It was enough just to be with him.

Seeing his thoughts so effortlessly expressed on the paper is affecting you.

Yes, you both have shared kisses, but it hasn’t advanced any further than that.

The thought of him doing all those things he’d written is invigorating, arousing.

“What are you doing?”

You spin around, ready to deny everything, but the sight before you is another shock to your system. The man standing there is not the one who’d walked out of the room earlier .

Blue hair, even features. He’s wearing nothing but the bottom part of his robes, and you let out a shaking breath. You’d like to say this is another person, but that nonchalant stare and those eyes, you’d recognize them anywhere. You can’t believe that you never once wondered what he looked like underneath all that makeup. Your brain just sort of came to the conclusion that he was born that way.

His hair is still dripping, and he frowns.

“Are you that put off by my appearance?”

Put off was definitely not the word you would use. You can’t get any words out, and he flash steps, landing right in front of you. He looks ready to say something, but he takes in the way your eyes shake, your lips quivers. Cheeks bright red.

His eyes shift to the table, and when he sees the document you’d just been reading, they move back in your direction.

“Does it scare you.”

It sounds more like a challenge than a question. He’s just looking at you and you feel as though you’ll combust on the spot.

“Are you terrified?”

Another challenge, almost like he wants to hear your reply. He wants an honest evaluation.

You finally work up what little courage you have. Reaching out your hand, he just watches. You place it right on his chest, and your heart beat increases. This time when you look at him, Mayuri is the one who feels as though he should backtrack, because the desire you express hits him with the precision of a sharp blade, right through his chest.

“Mayuri..”

It’s the first time you’ve called him so informally, and he decides at that moment that he never wants to hear any different. His lips slant over yours with the urgency of a man that’s been starved. Your body is pulled to his and you welcome it. You don’t truly register it when he once again disappears. It only becomes apparent when you feel your back on the softness of a mattress. Mayuri parts, only to look at you. Those golden hues seem to have changed to a darker color, or maybe that’s just your imagination. His desire is a mirror of your own. He’s fairly built, not that you’re surprised. His robes have always given an outline of broad shoulders. Now you have the pleasure of seeing them without the restrictions of those clothing.

“Is this what you want?”

The fact that he asks, as if ensuring that you’re comfortable, makes you want it even more. You nod, reaching for your own robes as you begin pulling and tugging to get them loose. A smirk plants itself on his lips at your impatience. He helps you to sit upright, gently pushing your hands away so he can assist. 

Your hands lower, and he easily slides the knot at your waist loose. The entire garment comes apart, and the material sags on your shoulder. All of his movements are so slow, controlled, like he’s trying to enjoy this entire moment. Mayuri is so much more tender than you expect for someone who usually displays no emotional or romantic interest.

It takes a moment and you’re completely naked. His tongue slides over his upper lip, almost like he’s dying to finally kiss every inch of your body. He shoots forward, kissing you and you both fall back onto the bed. You can feel the tightness of his muscles, and the cloth of his lower robes that are brushing your legs. You moan at the friction. It’s when he finally cups your breast that you truly cry out. Mayuri pulls back, smirking as he litters your neck with kisses.

“What a beautiful sound..”

You whimper, because his lips seem to be moving down. You’re still a bit dazed from the touch, so you don’t register it until he parts your legs. Your brain picks up with the rest of your body and the last thing you see is that little smirk before his lips find your center. Your eyes spring open at the sensation and you grasp at the pillow at the sides of your head with his tongue invading your most sensitive area.

“M-MAYURI!!

Your scream could probably be heard from miles away. Your back arches, because his appendage is touching places you’ve only ever dreamed of. The shockwaves of pleasure that rush through your body are hard to control. The wet noises of his tongue lapping at you so hungrily is too much to take. His teeth nick your clit and your mind is gone. You jerk forcefully as your release rips through your body. Mayuri is more than satisfied, he licks and sucks until your body finally settles back and all he can hear is your little content whimpering.

Mayuri straightens, taking in the satisfied expression you display. Your chest is still rising and falling a bit quicker than usual. It's obvious you’re trying to get it all back to normal rhythm. He lifts a hand pushing his hair out of his face. The action gives you a beautiful sight of the tight muscles of his upper body. It’s only when he reaches for the tie of his bottom robes that you find yourself anticipating it. He frees himself of the garment and you drink in the sight of him. He’s erect, almost painfully so.

You can still feel the slickness between your legs. You’re twitching, desperate for him.

“Do you want this?”

Another question to confirm your consent. Tears prickle at the edge of your eyes because you want him so bad and it feels like he’s almost taunting you at this point.

“Please! P-Please…Please..”

You don’t care if you’re begging, you need this.

That’s apparently all the encouragement he needs, because he rejoins you on the bed, and the second he’s close, you pull him in for a kiss. One that he reciprocates happily. His hands spread your legs slowly, and you wrap them around his hips and he eases himself in. You both release a sound at the action. Mayuri breaks the kiss to gather a breath, and you hold on, ready for him to completely fill you up, make you entirely his.

He hisses at the resistance, and you shut your eyes. He pauses and you whimper again.

“I-I’m sorry..”

You haven’t exactly done this before, so it’s no wonder that he’s having some difficulty.

“It would be foolish to apologize for something like this..your body is exquisite.”

It sounds like he’s scolding you for apologizing for something clearly out of your control. You blush and smile. Mayuri turns, looking at you, a little glare on his face.

“You’re irritatingly irresistible, it’s vexing.” He mumbles.

Your smile grows wider.

Deciding that you might have to be the one to make the next move, you lick your lips and jerk your hips forward.

Mayuri staggers at the action, breath caught in his throat as your hips are now joined. He’s fully inside you, his breath at your ear, uneven.

“Y-You crazy..”

He means to say something else, but the warmth of you encompassing his length is almost too much for him to produce words right now. Maybe you should have taken a gentler approach, but Mayuri has always been the one carrying out tests, this time it felt like your turn.

“Gomen, I was impatient.” 

You mumbled, clearly just as affected by your new connectedness.

Your legs loosen their grip on his hips, and you urge him to move. The feel of his stillness is making you even more impatient.

“P-Please move Mayuri.”

You plead.

He huffs, trying to work up a glare. Instead, it looks more like desperation and lust. He pulls back his hips, right before he slams into you. The action makes you clutch on the muscles of his back as you moan helplessly. He grins, gripping your thighs as repeats the action. With each thrust your body jolts in rhythm and each cry is louder, more explicit than the last. His body keeps pace and you’re nothing but a mess of moans beneath him. He’s hitting a new angle each time. At least that’s what it feels like. Every jerk of his hips rocks you deeper and deeper. It’s almost too much. Too good.

One particular thrust touches just the right spot. Your legs seize involuntarily and you cum with an uncontrolled scream of his name. Your body tightening around him makes him groan, and he keeps moving until his body follows your release. You can feel his seed shooting up into you and another soft moan escapes you.

It takes a moment for you both to gather your breath, and your wits. Mayuri pulls out after a minute or two, laying down right at your side. His juices seem to be leaking out of you, and the thought has your body tingling. You grip at the sheets, a bashful expression covering your face.

When you feel an arm wrap around your waist, your eyes shoot open. Mayuri pulls you to his chest. You can’t help but peak up at him, just to take in his expression. His eyes seem a bit distant.

“K-Kurotsuhci-taicho..”

Your whisper makes his head turn.

“You are a minx.”

He states. Your blush darkens.

“Wearing such expressions, tempting me, you should be punished.”

You yelp when his hand moves down your body. You press your face into his chest. He expects you to shy away, but you grip at his shoulder.

“Please..punish me Mayuri..”

He grins.

“I intend to.” 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) - Chapter 7

“Is that….”

“IT’S HER!!”

Your body flipping over the hollow had the reapers below staring in awe. You landed easily, sheathing your sword with a smirk. When you turned, its body was already fading in the air. You straightened and they all began clapping.

You sent them a thumbs up and the three males were gushing. Renji rolled his eyes.

“I had them.” He grumbled. You just giggled.

“It’s okay to ask for help sometimes, lieutenant.”

He growled under his breath as all of you began heading back to the squad barracks.

Renji had the displeasure of listening to the three males that follow him gush about your skills.

“She’s so strong and beautiful.” One stated.

“Forget it, you wouldn’t stand a chance.” The other said.

“How do you know, I might be her type.” He countered.

“Believe me, none of you are her type.” Renji interrupted. 

They all turned.

“Then what’s her type?”

Renji didn’t have to say much. Ahead they could make out a few other reapers. Your face lit up for a particular one.

“Kurotsuchi-taicho!”

You basically leapt to his side and their faces turned pale.

“SERIOUSLY!!!”

Safe to say they had given up on that dream.

After a very easy mission, you’re back at the lab with Mayuri.

“I think I’ve gotten faster at flash step. For a moment it felt like the hollow was suspended. "

He nods, marking it all down.

“Quite impressive indeed.”

You smile at the praise.

Seated here, it feels like any other day. The computers are filled with notes and information that you barely understand. His desk is covered in papers, not that you’re surprised. Nemu has been coming in and out all day.

But..right now it’s just the two of you.

“What else?”

You don’t register the question, not until he’s directly in front of you.

“Are you experiencing another advance in your power?”

You blush, shaking your head.

“N-No, gomen."

“Hmm, very well.”

He moves to get back to his sheets laid out, but you grab the back of his coat. Mayuri halts.

“What is it?”

You swallow.

“I want to know what it’s like..to kiss you.”

The first one didn’t truly count, because although you remember the feeling, you want the pleasure of feeling it all while you aren’t intoxicated.

“Have you already forgotten?”

You shake your head cutely.

“T-That one didn’t count.” You reason.

“It does, so does this one.”

You barely get a word out, because in a matter of seconds he has you in his arms. Your eyes widen when he presses his lips to yours. A little sound escapes and you shut your eyes, body trembling.

The familiarity, this scent, it’s having a very strong reaction.

His hold is firm, you can feel everything. Everything about him. Legs shaking, you do your best to keep them steady when he deepens the kiss. His tongue is exploring your mouth and you whimper. Your chest feels warm. If you were expecting anything, it wasn’t this. Especially from him. Mayuri is very blunt with his words, but it appears his actions might be more honest.

Mayuri pulls back, and you let out a soft breath, trying to get your heart to calm down. Your head is still spinning from the heated kiss.

“Are you satisfied..”

It sounds like a tease. You nimble on your bottom lip, shaking your head. The last thing you should be doing is trying to get it on in the lab. Nemu could walk in at any moment.

He separates, taking your hand.

“Come with me.”

You nod, still very much dazed from the kiss. He’s definitely got a few places for you to both hide and make out. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Urahara Kisuke (Bleach) - Oneshot

“T-Thank you for saving me.”

Ichigo rose, sheathing his blade with a nod. Kisuke behind him, lifting his fan.

“Hollows are dangerous. I know you were trying to help that ghost, but you shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that."

“Hai, thank you again!”

You bowed and Kisuke chuckled.

“You should let Rukia know that it was a false alarm. No unusual activity. Just a lost soul.”

Ichigo nods.

“I will. Look after her.”

Kisuke merely waved Ichigo off with a sway of his fan and a grin. In seconds Ichigo was gone and you straightened.

Kisuke turned to you.

“Now that he’s gone, are you ready to tell me who you are?”

You just offer a smile.

“I-I’m not sure what you mean. I was lucky that the reaper showed up.” 

You laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

Kisuke closed his fan, his emerald gaze trained on you.

“You can drop the act. I’m not as naive as Ichigo. You knew we were close so you ensured that we caught you at just the right moment so you wouldn’t reveal yourself. Quite impressive."

His eyes were probing and the smile finally dropped from your lips as you lowered your hand. Your gaze hardened.

“I’m not a threat.”

“How can I confirm that?”

Gritting your teeth, you glare.

“Are you picking a fight?”

Kisuke didn’t need to be told that you were powerful, he could see it in your eyes.

“I’m not. I actually wanted a favor.”

For a moment you think it’s a joke, but his eyes show sincerity. Your shoulders relax.

“A favor?”

“Yes. Although you’re strong, I can tell it isn’t malicious. You were trying to help that soul. When you felt us approaching you were just trying to protect your identity. I get the feeling that’s because of someone we both are weary of.”

Just the mention has your body tensing.

“Sosuke Aizen.”

Your jaw sets, and Kisuke nods.

“He’s a problem both for this world and theirs. There’s a war coming. When it comes I just need you to protect him.”

“That child, Ichigo?”

Kisuke nodded.

“He might be the only thing that can stop Aizen from tearing the world of the living apart. I get the feeling you like it here as much as I do.”

He’s right. You haven’t survived this long to let Aizen tear away your peace. Especially in such a beautiful world.

“I do. I have people here that mean a lot to me.”

You can’t take the chance of anything ever happening to the family that you’ve built.

“Tell me what you need.”

Kisuke was certain it would take a lot more convincing, but he’s pleasantly surprised. He just smiles, holding out his hand and you take it.

That was how it started.

Your partnership.

When he said protect the kid, you didn’t think he meant literally.

Isshin was seated at Ichigo’s side, and you were at the other.

The war Kisuke spoke of came faster than you expected. A threat to Karakura was a threat to you. That’s why as you and Isshin guarded Ichigo's unconscious body, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts stray. You knew Kisuke had a plan. He hadn’t told you in detail, but from the moment he discovered your strength, you decided that there was nothing that should surprise you about this man.

After Ichigo’s face off and Aizen’s ultimate sealing, you stood at the sidelines watching the injured get attended to. Before you moved to offer your assistance, you caught Kisuke’s eyes and he smiled, sending you a nod. It felt like you hadn’t truly done much. You basically played bodyguard. But you could see he was grateful, so you returned the gesture with a smile.

It had been a few years before you saw him again.

He’d ran into you on your way back from one of your classes.

“So when you said family, I didn’t realize you meant an entire school.”

You nod, playing with the flower petal between your fingertips.

“I never truly understood how important humanity was until I was stranded here without memories. These humans, they took me in, treated me like their own. It’s my duty to repay that debt.”

Kisuke’s earlier assumption was correct.

“You were a soul passed on.”

“Yes. Somehow I was reborn. It caught the interest of some dangerous people.”

Now it makes sense why you’d so eagerly agreed to fight against Aizen.

“He tried to hurt what was precious to me, so I removed his first creations. After the encounter, he was wise to keep his distance.”

Aizen was always better at studying from afar. While he was inquisitive by nature, even he knew when to leave well enough alone.

“That kid, he lost his powers.”

Kisuke shouldn’t be shocked that you picked up on it.

“He did.”

Although he said that, Kisuke didn’t look worried.

You squint.

“You’re planning something aren’t you?”

“Eh? I don’t know what you mean.” He started laughing loudly as he waved his fan around and you smiled.

“You’re still as troublesome as when we first met.”

Not much had changed.

You would see each other a few times in the year.

The battle with the fullbrings caught your attention, and when you felt that surge of power, you knew exactly what it was. You were happy. So the very next day you stopped by the shop. Sure enough, Ichigo was standing there, sword and robes present.

“Hey, it’s you again.”

You gave a small wave.

“It’s good to see you’re a reaper again.”

He looked shocked, and he meant to question it, but Kisuke stepped out. Still rocking those terribly ugly stripes. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of ease. Somehow, as long as Kisuke was there, you knew that this town that you treasured so much would be okay.

Ichigo was off to the soul society and Kisuke had offered to walk you home.

“Life seems very settled now.”

Kisuke smiles at the observation.

“I suppose as settled as it can be. I might be getting too old for these wars.”

You giggle.

“So am I.” You respond.

You both exchange a look, continuing the rest of the trip in a comfortable silence. When you stop at your door, you turn to him.

“Thank you Kisuke.”

Not just for the company, but for helping to protect something that was important to you.

“I suppose I’ll see you around.” You state.

“I was hoping it would be sooner rather than later.”

The statement leaves you a bit puzzled. You tilt your head in question and Kisuke laughs.

“If you haven’t figured it out in all these years it might be naive for me to just expect you’ll put it all together.”

Kisuke takes a step forward, and when he takes your hand in his, your cheeks heat up.

“I would like to see you again.”

This time it clicks, if his gaze is anything to go off. You stumble over your words and his smile just grows wider as he bends over and leaves a kiss at the top of your palm.

“Have a good night (Y/N).”

The smoothness in which he delivers that goodbye has your heart racing. Kisuke releases you, tipping his hat. In a blink, he’s gone and you’re left standing there somewhat gaping.

“He..just asked me out on a date..”

Have you really been that blind?

It’s clear that power sometimes equals obliviousness. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) - Chapter 6

The headache that came with a hangover was brutal. Jushiro had merely laughed when you came into the squad looking like a zombie. He offered you a cup of tea and advised that you take the remainder of the day off to recuperate. You couldn’t exactly fight when your coordination was still realigning with the rest of your body.

“I’m never going out with Rangiku again.”

That was obvious.

You went through the majority of the day fairly easily after that. Yet, you kept feeling like you were forgetting something.

It’s only when you decide to visit Hanataro that it dawns on you.

“Crap!!”

You definitely had an appointment with Mayuri today.

Flash stepping, you intended to do just that. But the second you made it to his lab, you could feel the residual haze begin to clear.

“Was I..here last night?”

You hadn’t remembered much.

“Now that I think about it, how did I get back to my squad?”

You couldn’t have gotten there on your own. Not in your state at least. Alcohol makes you completely useless. Stepping inside, you look around. The second your eyes land on Mayuri you smile, your intention is to walk over, but your body pauses at the memory that flashes right before you.

“If I fulfill your request, will you return to your squad without protests.”

“H-Hai!”

You were frozen in place at the explicit images and Mayuri finally caught you standing there.

“Why are you just standing around?”

He isn't acting weird.

You walk over stiffly.

“Hai!”

For the next twenty minutes you run through the routine checks. You’ve realized that you are apparently the only one frazzled. Because Mayuri’s behavior hasn’t changed. If anything, he looks more focused than usual.

“Why do you test me?”

Those words, you couldn’t have imagined them. Nor the affection behind his kisses.

The silence of the room provides the courage you so desperately need. Because clearly Mayuri has no intention of addressing what happened.

“I remember everything.”

You feel like your heart has increased significantly. You’re thankfully that it’s just the both of you, because if not, you would completely lack any confidence to confront him.

“I prefer that you keep your childish activities to a minimum.”

Of course he’s irritated. You basically assaulted him.

“Gomen.”

You bow.

Mayuri just frowns. He expects this.

That when you come to your senses it would change nothing.

You straighten.

“If that is all you can leave.”

He has no time to dwell on such mundane things.

“I need to focus on my work.”

Even if it is just a distraction right now.

“I’m not leaving.”

Your words confuse him.

“I’ll admit that I was in the wrong, but you kissed me back.”

“You were acting like a spoiled brat, I had no choice.”

You smile.

“I think we both know that’s a lie.”

He clicks his tongue.

“You care about me Kurotsuchi-taicho. I felt it when you kissed me.”

“That’s impossible, such feelings cannot be felt through a kiss.”

It’s humorous that he’s not denying that he has feelings for you. He just doesn’t think you can tell with just a kiss.

You move closer, and with each step, his eyes stay focused on you. You stop when you’re directly in front of him.

“I like you, Kurotsuchi-taicho.”

Now he can’t use the excuse of you being under the influence. He looks away.

“Do not get ahead of yourself.”

You smile. It’s clear that he’s the reluctant type. But that’s okay.

You’re more than patient.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Leonardo (TMNT2014/2016): Short Story- Chapter 4 - Final

It's been about a week.

You miss Leo, but his words hurt. Did he really think you were just some airhead? You would not have survived this long if you were.

The world is a harsh place. Leo more than anyone knows that. So why was he acting like you didn't understand? Like you were oblivious to the truly terrible things out there. He couldn't have truly believed that you were this trusting with everyone.

You're not an idiot.

"I'm still a male you know. Stop being so casual about this. You need to be more careful."

Your face colors at the memory.

You aren't ignorant to that either.

You like Leo.

As a friend and..maybe something more.

There's a part of you that hoped he kept coming back because he returned your feelings. That his scoldings were just a way of looking out for you.

That deep down he really did care.

The knock on your glass makes you jump, and you look up.

Leo pushes the window open as he steps inside.

You gulp, unsure if you should be standing or sitting. You shuffle around for a moment. You settle for the latter.

When he's fully upright, he shows hesitation.

The air is a bit heavy for obvious reasons. You offer him a seat which he takes. Neither or you really speak for a while.

It's tough finding the words.

"I don't see you as a pet."

You finally get out.

Leo glanced at you from his seat.

"I just got excited. There's a bunch of us out there in the world. When I decided I wanted to live with humans, I guess there was a sort of stigma. A lot of them think that this way of life is seen as an escape because we don't appreciate our own species, but that isn't true. I've just always been intrigued with life above the water. I thought that I could do the most good this way, both in my world and theirs. It just gets lonely sometimes being the only one."

With your hand pressed into the cushions of your couch, you fidget with the patterns.

Leo wears a soft smile.

Reaching over, he places his hand over your own. You look up at the gesture and his expression causes a stream of butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

"I shouldn't have been so harsh. I was just worried about you. I didn't want anyone taking advantage of you. I was treating you like a kid when you have more experience out there than I do. My brothers and I, we've spent our entire lives hiding from the world. Master Splinter always said that there would be people who would exploit us. I just got a bit protective."

It was really sweet to know that he cared so much.

"Thanks for looking out for me. I guess you're not entirely wrong. I could be a little more careful. Usually I'm guarded like fort knox, but with you I just.."

You pause, and His eyes search yours as you try to find the words.

"I just feel safe when you're around. Like I can trust you with anything.."

It's crazy.

You've known him for two months at best.

"I should be flattered then." He replies.

His hand tightens just a little, and you're a little more aware when he moves closer. His hand slides against your cheek, and you stare, a bit dazed.

"If I'm being honest, I don't like it when you say that I'm harmless, because I'm not."

The intensity of those blue eyes would surely cause some damage to your heart.

"I may not be human, but I'm just as much a man as every other guy. You have to be careful. I am just as capable of taking advantage of you."

You nibble on your lower lip.

"What if..that's what I want.."

The confession makes his eyes widen just a bit, and you look down.

It feels like you might have crossed a line.

"Leo I'm sorry I-"

His lips silence any excuse and you gasp, or moan. You're not quite sure. His hand moves, holding under your neck gently and your brows furrow in satisfaction. Leo is strong, you know that. Given his job description, it's clear why. Yet, feeling this strength, it's different. His finger brushes just under your jaw, and you lean in as much as your body is willing to allow.

There's nothing but the wet sounds of your lips parting and joining. Your head follows every motion that Leo makes. His free hand moves to your waist, right down to the side of your thigh. He pulls you forward as if you weigh nothing, and you part, surprised. You're now seated in his lap.

Leo has found new territory, lips mapping out little kisses on your neck.

"I told you...I..was dangerous.."

He mutters between each desperate kiss.

Your fingers land on his plastron as you whimper.

"L-Leo.."

He's turning you into a puddle. You can't think properly. Form coherent sentences.

You don't realize that you're groping his chest until he pulls back and draws both of your wrists above your head. Leo pushes forward and you back hits the couch. He pins you there, and you stare up in surprise.

His eyes have visibly darkened, and the shift in position has your hips touching in a deliciously provocative way.

"Leo.."

He manages to bound you with just one hand and when his other moves under your shirt, your face is ever possible shade of red.

"You're too defenseless." He teases.

You mean to respond, but he gives your breast a squeeze and you moan instead. He licks his lips at the sound.

When he pushes the garment up, you're flustered. Because your shirt and bra bunch up just under your chin. Your chest is exposed and you squirm. Leo lowers and you stammer.

"W-Wait what are you-"

Your words are lost, because his tongue latches onto your nipple and you cry out. You arch against him and Leo accepts it. How responsive you are.

Loud you're being.

His tongue feels as though it's drawing patterns and you're losing your mind. It feels so good. He finally loosens his hold on your hands, and you immediately move them to the back of his neck to encourage his ministrations. He welcomes it, humming against your skin and you moan at the vibrations.

He changes focus to the other, giving it just as much attention. With each flick, you can feel your hips jerk involuntarily. Leo's eyes are closed, enjoying every minute. Every desperate cry that you let out.

When he dropped by, this was far from what he expected, but he isn't exactly complaining. Just a minute ago he was warning you about being careful, yet here he is losing control.

Devouring you.

The second he finally pulls back, it's to give you the opportunity to have a proper breath.

You look so good, beneath him.

"Are you alright.."

It's a bit of a whisper. You nod, still slightly heaving, but wearing an appreciative smile.

Leo returns the smile, reaching down and sliding your clothing back into place. Your shirt is obviously wrinkled, but you don't seem to care.

He helps you into a seated position, holding you close.

"I hope you learned your lesson."

You bite your lip to stifle another moan at those words.

You have learned absolutely nothing and you intend to make sure that he knows that for future punishments. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 1

“Why me.” 

Diana warned you to lay low. 

When she brought you here, you promised that you would be on your best behavior. Maybe she just saw something in you that was similar to herself when she was young. 

That’s why you made a promise to always make her proud. 

That was a bit difficult given your temper. 

Being an amazon probably didn’t help. 

Despite all that, you tried your hardest to stay out of trouble. You got great grades. You kept your friend group small. You tried to blend in the best you could and avoid being anywhere in the vicinity of those guys. 

“Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, (Y/N) Prince.” 

The second you heard the call for groups, you could feel your annoyance rise. Clark sent you a smile, in which you returned with a glare. He raised a brow, looking away awkwardly. 

“Hey Chloe, is it me or is she glaring at us?” 

Chloe looked over to see your frown. 

“It’s just you.” She replied happily. 

You sighed heavily, turning your head as you tried to listen to the instructions for the project. 

It’s not like you hated Clark and his group of friends. It’s just that trouble seemed to follow that crew around. After you almost got suspended for scaring a bully, you were already walking on thin ice. You didn’t want to try your luck, and now you were teamed up with this duo.

Just great.

~

“So I was thinking since Clark is such good friends with a certain billionaire we can just ask him for help. “ 

“Chloe, we can’t just use Lex whenever we get one of these projects.” 

“Come on Clark, what’s the use of having a billionaire in your pocket if you never use him.” 

Sitting in the Talon, they just went back and forth like that for who knows how long. 

You were trying to get through as much of your book as possible. Which was a great distraction from them. 

“Hey, isn’t your mom like a millionaire activist?” 

“She’s not my mother.” 

Your harsh tone caught Chloe's attention, and you clenched your fist to control yourself. 

“You're a brilliant warrior, but your temper is your greatest ail. You need to learn to control it.” 

Diana’s words echoed, and you let out a breath. 

“Let me know what you plan to do.” 

Standing, you started packing away your books as you left. They both watched you walk away. 

“I think I upset her. Family must be a touchy subject.” Chloe states. 

Clark still looks a bit distant. He’s seen you around a lot, but he’s never had an actual conversation. Now that he really thinks back, it feels like you’ve been everywhere that he wasn’t. Given his track record he’s not that surprised. 

That evening when he visits Lex, he can’t help but bring up the conversation. 

“Someone in Smallville that doesn’t like a kent. That’s hard to believe.” Lex teases. Clark looks unamused. 

“I’m serious Lex. It seems like she hates me or something. We have this big project and I’m wondering if we should just get a change of partners.” 

“Well if you do that she’ll definitely hate you.” 

“What, why?” 

“Think about it, she’ll know that you asked for different partners.”

“You’re right.” 

That would definitely make the situation worse. 

“Have you tried talking to her? There might be a reason she dislikes you. Maybe something happened.” 

He can’t remember ever having a negative encounter with you. 

Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt. 

The following day Clark intends to do just that. 

He’d spent the better part of the day trying to track you down. It’s only after the school lets out that he catches sight of you. You’re sitting on the bleachers with your backpack. The field is empty, and it looks like you’re doing homework. 

Now was his chance. 

“Hey!” 

You turn your head, and your expression goes sour the second you see him. Closing your book, you begin packing away your things. Clark stops when he’s standing closer. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 

“That’s okay. I was just leaving.” 

You heave the bag on your shoulder, and Clark steps forward, blocking your way. 

“Move.” 

Now he’s sure he isn’t imagining it. The hostility was definitely directed at him. 

“Why don’t you like me?” 

Your frown deepens, because it’s obvious he won’t move until you give him an answer. 

“You have the scent of a god.” 

Clark froze. 

“That’s why I’ve always been weary of you.”

He’s clearly caught off guard. 

“At first I thought I was imagining it. Because I left home, I just assumed I was manifesting it for comfort. But then I spoke to Diana. As it turns out I have a gift for detecting strong beings. You aren’t of this planet, are you?” 

Your speech has changed significantly, and now Clark is the one who is weary. But he’s unsure of what. The fact that you don’t seem afraid that he might be an alien, or that you’re so confident that you know his secret. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

His best option is to feign obliviousness. You just smile. One that displays a level of understanding. He has to say, it’s the first time he’s truly seen you wear an expression that isn’t cold or serious. 

“I get why you would try to hide it, we all just want to be normal.” 

You sound a lot more like a high school student now. Clark swallows. 

“I can sense how different you are. Maybe that’s why you get into so many tough situations. Initially I thought you just had bad luck. But I’ve read some of the reports and I can feel it now that we’re speaking. Your sense of justice seems to outweigh everything else. You’re trying to fix the world, just like Diana.” 

Clark is still silent.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. See you tomorrow Clark.” 

Nothing else is said, you just walk away and Clark is left contemplating everything. 

Safe to say the continuation of that project is a bit tense. 

The assignment to find and interview a corporate manager of your choice was easy. Chloe had finally relented when Clark insisted he didn’t want to bother Lex. So you all had chosen a random establishment. You did your part, and you didn’t miss the subtle looks Clark kept sending your way. 

Now sitting in the library as you all put the information into a paper, his glances are much harder to mask. At one point you catch him. He does his best to look away and you just sigh. 

“I’m going to get a drink.” You inform. Chloe nods, typing away vigorously. Clark lifts his head, and when you break the corner, he stands. 

“I’m gonna grab a snack.” 

Chloe barely acknowledges, waving her hand off.

Clark rushes off to the back where the vending machine is located. 

“Are you following me now?” 

You appear behind him. 

He flinches, turning to you. 

“N-No I was just getting a snack.” 

He points at the vending machine. You don’t believe a word he says. 

“Your friends, they don’t know, do they?” 

His intention is to fully deny it, but it’s clear that any lie he intends to present would not work. He doesn’t like how easily you seem to see right through him. 

“They don’t.” 

He finally admits. 

“I can’t imagine it being easy, masking as a mortal. Although I can’t say that I’ve met a being like you before.”

You circle him in interest and he turns with you a bit awkwardly.

“You’re not a witch, or a demigod, at least not like Diana.” 

You take a step, sniffing and he lifts his hand. 

“A-Are you smelling me?” 

You nod, moving back, eyes wide with awe.

“You’re a Kryptonian…” 

Clark looks alarmed at how quick you made such a connection. 

“How do you know that!” 

He half whispers half yells as he takes your arm and begins to guide you out the back. 

You stumble for a second, clearly taken by surprise. His strength is impressive. Before you even get to the door, you grab his wrist. He’s stunned when you spin him around and pin him to the wall. He grunts, face now pressed to the wall at the force and your eyes are once again hard. 

“I don’t enjoy being handled, kryptonian.” 

He realizes now that he’s underestimated your strength.

He can’t get free, and you finally release him. 

There goes your temper again. 

“Sorry.” You mumble. 

Clark massages his wrist, then shakes his head. It’s been instinct for him to be guarded. No one has ever made him this quickly without at least catching a glimpse of his powers. 

“I should apologize. I’m just not used to people knowing my secret.” 

That you can understand. 

“I’ve read about you. Encounters from my ancestors. You smell alien. So my evaluation is that you’re either kryptonian or martian. The other galaxies are a lot further. Certain species tend to avoid earth due to its atmosphere. Your kind has a better tolerance. The sun enhances your abilities. “

Clark isn’t used to someone knowing this much about him. 

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to say anything.” 

There’s that code switch again. It always seems to take him by surprise. He doesn’t sense any kind of malice, but he’s learned that it’s never smart to just trust random beings. Especially ones that held strength that rivals his own. 

“Why would you help me?” 

It’s not a bad question. Given how you’ve acted around him, you shouldn’t be surprised that he’s questioning your motives. 

“Because spilling your secret wouldn’t exactly do me a whole lot of good. Besides..” You look away a bit bashfully. 

“My mother told me once that Kryptonians are usually very loyal. I don’t see a reason that I shouldn’t trust you.” 

Clark deflates. Because just a second ago you looked like you would punch a hole in him. 

Now you’re almost blushing and he can’t help but think that it’s cute. It’s apparent that he’ll have to put his trust in you. Because given the situation there isn’t really anything he can do. 

It’s obvious that with you, nothing is as it seems.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 6

It’s usually custom to use the door, but some people don’t seem to get that concept.

“Hi there.”

You screeched at the voice, and Clark raced into your room. It probably didn’t help that you’d just gotten out of the shower and you were still standing in a towel. He was in hero mode the minute he stepped inside your room, but the second he caught sight of you dripping wet, it was as if all his brain power had dissolved.

“CLARK!!”

“Sorry!!” He replied. He spun around in the other direction.

“What are you doing!! Catch that freaking hot stranger in my bed!!” You yelled.

Clark’s gaze moved to the brunette and she just smiled.

“Zatanna, nice to meet you.”

She was dressed like a circus performer, holding out a hand.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”

It’s clear that the morning was off to an interesting start.

After getting dressed, you met Clark and his friend downstairs. Clearly annoyed.

“We’ve talked about this, you can’t just show up. Especially at my friend’s house.”

“She’s the one that called me here.” Zatanna reasoned.

“I don’t even know you lady.” You were glaring and she smiled.

“I was summoned by the call of your magic. I thought I was the only gifted being here, but it seems I was wrong.” She was still wearing that knowing smile, and now you took a seat on your couch, clearly trying to follow what she was saying.

“What do you mean by magic? I don’t have magic.”

She was looking at you as if it were a joke, then she started laughing.

“You’re kidding right. Do you really not know that you’re magical? You have empathic abilities, where did you think they came from?”

“The meteor shower.”

“Oh, please. That meteor shower may have been supernatural, but there is so much more out there than our alien friend here.” She pointed to Clark.

“You’re a crossbreed, just like me. I got my powers from my father, but your abilities must have been further down your familial tree. Mages don’t typically manifest one so prominently. It must mean that your other abilities are still growing. “

You weren’t sure if you liked the sound of that. Because you were still struggling to get a grasp on this one.

Zatanna could see your worried look, and she moved closer, patting your arm teasingly.

“Relax, you have me now. I’m a little busy, but I can pop by now and then to show you the ropes. I’m relieved you didn’t turn out to be a lust craze deity like my last trip.”

“A what?”

She brushed it off.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be seeing you both soon.”

You wanted more questions, but you blinked and she was gone.

That was irritating. Your eyes moved to Clark who tensed up from his spot next to your couch.

“Why are all your superhuman friends so weird?”

He just chuckled nervously.

“The next time one of them breaks in I’m shooting you.”

“Why me!!”

“BECAUSE I CAN!!”

Maybe you were still a bit bitter that she’d scared the crap out of you while you were almost naked. You had a right to hold a grudge.

~

Lex wasn’t a stranger to being alone. He’d gotten used to it. The isolation. Although lately he’d become much more used to company. Just not the kind he expected. That’s why he told himself he should have called. You shouldn’t just show up at someone’ s house.

That’s what he thought, but now that he was at your door, he couldn’t turn away now. Sucking in a breath, he knocked twice. He could vaguely hear shuffling, or was that yelling?

The door opened, and the last person he wanted to see was Clark.

The space became quiet.

Too quiet.

“Who’s at the door Clark!!”

You sound so casual and Lex couldn’t help but feel jealous at how familiar you sound as you call Clark.

“It’s Lex.”

His tone was almost emotionless. Lex knew better than to expect anything less.

“Good to see you too, Clark.”

The door opened just a bit wider, and you peeked your head out from under Clark’s arm. For a brief moment his mind forgot about his giant of an ex-best friend. Because of the clear size difference, well, he couldn’t deny that you looked unnaturally cute. Especially with wet hair.

Wait..wet hair?

“Geez, do none of you have a good concept of manners. First Clark almost catches me with the towel down and now you’re randomly showing up.”

Your words caused a shift. Lex wasn’t sure why, but he felt a sense of relief at your explanation. The thought of you with Clark, it..it didn’t sit well with him.

You pushed Clark out the door and he stumbled, looking at you incredulously. Lex moved to the side, obviously not expecting it either.

“Go and find your weird friend and tell her not to pop up in my bedroom again.” You said taking Lex’s hand as you guided him inside.

“Come on Lex, at least you don’t have your millionaire friends sneaking into my bedroom.”

“It’s not my fault she’s crazy!!” Clark called.

“Goodbye Clark!”

You closed the door in his face, and Lex just stood there, trying to process what happened.

“Did you really just kick him out?”

“Wanna join him?”

“No ma’am.”

“Good, make yourself at home, I was just about to have lunch.”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Oh,”

You supposed talking to that witch messed with your plans.

“A snack it is.”

You turned to the kitchen and Lex followed behind hesitantly. He’d never been inside your house. This wasn't exactly how he pictured his first visit.

“(Y/N)..”

Clark’s whiny voice on the other side of your door pulled you back.

“What, why are you still here!!”

“Let me in!”

You huff.

You wanted to hang out with Lex, but you didn’t want two of them glaring at each other the entire afternoon.

“Fine, I’ll let you in, but you play nice with Lex.”

There’s a prolonged silence on the other side.

“Fine.”

You smile, and Lex is anything if not impressed.

“It’s open.” You call.

He turned the knob, stepping in, clearly mad that you hadn’t even bothered to lock it just to torment him.

It was definitely going to be an interesting evening. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 8

~Mature~

"This is awkward."

You're standing in Nanami's apartment, shifting on your legs.

"So, he kissed you."

"H-Hai."

Nanami closed the newspaper, legs still crossed.

"I can't say that I'm surprised." Your head lowers.

"I'm sorry." You wrap your arms around your body.

"I made a big deal about him messing with me. I thought that would make it easier. But now I..I do think that I have feelings for him. But I also have feelings for you and I.."

"You don't have to apologize." You look up, and he pats his lap with a small smile. You flush, but move closer a bit cautiously. He holds out a hand, and you take it, as he pulls you into his arms. You land right on his lap, and he hugs you.

"I suppose I've known from the very beginning that he cared about you. That you held feelings for him as well. I was the one being selfish. I should have never put you in such a position. " You shake your head.

"You're not selfish Nanami."

He'd been nothing but honest about how he felt. He even asked you at the start if you were dating Gojo. He cared. He wasn't childish like a certain sorcerer.

"If you're sure that you're okay with the way things are, then I have no complaints. " You're a bit stunned, if anything you should be the one saying that.

You smile, fingers brushing his blond hair to the side.

"Kento."

He's now completely focused on you.

"I enjoy hearing you address me that way."

You thought he would.

"Perhaps there are other ways I can make you say it."

You're blushing at the suggestion. He nudges your legs so that you're fully straddling him, and your cheeks brighten when his hand slips under your shirt. Your chest is pressed to his, a light tremble when you feel his fingertips brush against your spine.

"How far has he gone with you?"

"O-Only a kiss."

You mutter. You're still a bit distracted with his hand on your skin. He lifts you up, and you squeal.

"N-Nanami-san!"

"I want to be the first. " You don't need him to explain, it's pretty clear what he's referring to. He walks off, and all you can really do is watch. He enters a room, and when he closes the door, he places you on your feet.

"Would you like me to stop?"

You feel a bit meek when he looks down at you with such a heated gaze. It looks as though he doesn't want to. But you know if you say you aren't ready, he'd stop immediately. The fact that he asks makes you want it even more.

"I-I don't want to, d-do you?"

"No."

Just as you thought.

He loosens his tie, pulling it off and you can feel yourself getting excited. This was actually going to happen. The material drops to the floor, and when he reaches for his button, you stop him.

"I-I want to.."

He lowers his hand, and you take a breath, slowly undoing the buttons.

"She's nervous."

He can see the slight tremble in your hands.

"Is this your first time?"

You froze.

"Damn it."

You didn't think he'd be able to tell just from looking. You figured he'd just assume the general situation was making you anxious.

"Sorry, I was hoping you wouldn't be able to tell."

Guys rarely preferred women that lacked experience. You move to take a step back, but he stops you with a deep kiss. Your eyes tremble, and when he pulls away, you can only stare.

"I have no intention of stopping. Your inexperience is not something I'm worried about. The fact that you've chosen me is enough. As a man, no as your lover, there isn't much more I can ask for."

"Kento.."

This smile that he wears is a lot more prominent.

"I do enjoy when you say my name that way." He kisses you again, and this time you lose your footing. You both tumble to the bed, and you can't help but laugh softly. Nanami is above, and he brushes your cheek with his palm, chuckling.

"Rather ungraceful for a sorcerer."

You hit his shoulder playfully.

"You caught me off guard."

He always did.

His hand moves to the edge of your blouse, and you nod at him. He slides it up, and you lift your arms as he pulls it over your head. Your hair drops back down unto your shoulder, and for a while, he just looks at you. You turn your head.

"W-Why are you staring?"

"Because I'd like to remember every detail of this night." He discards his own shirt, and now you're the one who's staring.

"Shit..."

He's so built. You expected it. Hell in this profession you had to be. But seeing really is believing.

"Are you having second thoughts?"

You shake your head vigorously.

"HELL NO!!"

You don't outwardly voice that.

"I-I'm fine."

You kick off your pants in one quick motion, and Nanami stifles a grin.

He straightens to remove his pants, and you're staring at him eagerly.

"Have you never seen a man naked before."

"I-Isn't it implied being a virgin!"

"Not necessarily. " You huff.

There's that factual part of his personality bearing it's head.

"I'll show him."

The minute he's free of the clothing, you take his hand, spinning and switching your positions. He's taken by surprise. Both the action, and now you're adjusted positions. He's below you, completely bare. You're in the same state of undress. Your hands are pressed into the mattress at the sides of his head.

"How's that!!"

You look awfully confident. Proud of yourself.

The only thing that deters you is something now poking the inside of your thighs. Looking down you gape.

"W-WHY IS IT SO BIG!!!"

"So I was correct, you've never seen-"

"Could you just drop it!!"

His hands slide up the back of your thighs, the tremble returning. You could barely keep yourself upright.

"I admire your drive, but I think this is where I take over." Your back hits the mattress softly, and you let out a breath of shock when his hand slipped between your legs.

"N-Nanami!" You choke out. Your eyes clenched shut.

"It's your first time, so you need to get used to this."

How does he manage to sound so casual while doing something like this? You writhe against the sheets, moaning. Nanami takes in every expression, each sound you make.

"I'm just touching her, yet she's already like this.."

He was finding it hard to hold back. He groaned, lowering his head, and you looked up through hooded eyes.

"K-Kento?" You mumble. His ministrations had stopped momentarily.

"Sorry I just need to.."

"Shit. "

He needed to get a grip.

You reached up, taking his face in your hands.

"It's okay. You don't have to hold back Kento." His eyes grew wide. You just offer a smile.

"I may be new to this, but I think I've gotten better at reading you." One of your hands slid down his shoulder, admiring the feel of muscle.

"It's alright if you get a little rough, I can handle it. "

Well, if he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell was now.

His hands move to your thighs, and when he begins to spread your legs, you can't help it. You get a bit shy. Even after what you said, this is still embarrassing. You bite down on your lip when he enters you. It hurts. Your fingers tighten their hold, and his body covers you in the most delicious way. The pain is present, but there's a strange tingling in your core. He lets out a breath against your ear. His breathing sounds just as labored as your own.

"I knew you'd be tight..but it's..even better than I imagined.." You can't stop your moan at his praise. You were feeling everything, and it was driving you mad.

"K-Kento p-please..please!"

You're begging, and he gets the idea. He retracts slowly, only to slam back into you. Your eyes shoot open, and your back arches as you scream. Nanami's grip is light on your legs, but his thrusts are anything but. Each one is like a shock to your system. You'd never felt anything like it. Somehow you get it.

Sex wasn't something you completely shut down. With your life and abilities, you'd just had to put that part of your life on pause. It was hard to find a partner when you were literally fighting for your life sometimes.

This was different though. Nanami was different. You'd never been with anyone like him. In every sense it feels like now. His hand moves to fists the sheets, and you cry out. It's maddening how good it all feels. You can hardly think straight.

"(Y/N)..."

It sounds like a mix between a moan and a gasp. Knowing that he was just as affected makes the pleasure that more powerful. He was destroying your body in the best way possible. Now you're sort of thankful for all the vigorous days of training. You know for a fact Nanami would last for a while. And you can match his energy.

Tonight was possibly about to be one of the best nights of your life. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) Short Story: Chapter 6 - Final

“Those human activities are foolish. The festival is pointless.”

They’d made the unfortunate mistake of coming to Karakura during Valentine’s Day.

“I-I actually think it’s kind of cute.” You mumble.

“Of course. Let’s go immediately.”

“You were just saying it was stupid!!” Ichigo protests in annoyance. Renji just rubs his neck awkwardly, because he’d been witnessing this for the last few weeks.

~Flashback~

“Why would you bring me these sakura blossoms, Renji, get rid of them.”

“They are actually from me.” You spoke meekly.

“I’ll treasure them forever. Make sure that nothing happens to them, Renji.”

“H-Hai Taicho!!”

Another instance they were just having a meal.

“Feeding each other in public, what a childish activity.”

Byakuya commented as Renji nodded in agreement, watching a couple in the table next to them feed each other. Just then you came running over with a pair of chopsticks and a small bowl of food. Taking a seat, you separated the chopsticks, picking up the piece of radish.

“Say ahh Kuchiki-taicho!”

He just opened his mouth as you fed him happily.

Renji sweatdropped.

“It’s like he turns into a puppy when she makes a request.” Renji thought.

It’s safe to say that Byakuya becomes quite tamed when you’re around. It’s almost funny to watch.

It’s nice to have some time off missions.

Just relaxation.

Byakuya had invited you to his manor. It was a bit nerve wracking. But the second you saw him, all that anxiousness seemed to fall away.

The both of you had found a comfortable spot at the back of his place. A perfect view of the sky and his little pond. It’s then that you go on about all the interesting activities in the world of the living. It’s not often that you get to go, but when you do, there always seems to be something interesting happening.

You can go on and on forever, but you’re more interested in Byakuya’s ideas.

“Kuchiki-taicho, I feel as though we’ve only been doing things that I like. What do you want to do?”

You stare at him cutely, and Byakuya looks away. Now that you’re settled in his manor in the cool air of the afternoon, he seems to be more aware of a lot of things. The quiet. Your smile. The innocence you display. He assumed that you had very little experience when it comes to relationships.

It appears he was right.

“I should be more patient.”

He’s just gotten you to feel comfortable in this position. He doesn’t want to scare you off by being too eager.

“Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me.”

You tilt your head.

“That’s not much of an answer. You’re just saying you want to do more of the things that I like.” You puff your cheeks, and he just closes his eyes.

“I don’t have any particular requests.”

A blatant lie.

You hum, kicking your feet back and forth that are hanging off the small opening as you both enjoy the sunset. Glancing over at him again, you take in the way the sun seems to illuminate his blue eyes.

“Maybe not really blue..”

Now that you look closer, it might actually be a different color.

“What color are your eyes?”

He turns.

“What.”

“Your eyes, what color are they?”

He’s a little puzzled by the randomness of the question, but answers regardless.

“They're gray.”

“Really?”

You shift a bit closer, peering at him.

“That’s crazy, I always thought they were blue. You know you and Rukia have the same kind of stare sometimes. Last week she was lecturing Ichigo and I swear she reminded me of you. It’s really funny how much alike you are.”

“I suppose there are some similarities.”

“Mhmm!”

You sound proud that you’ve made the observation.

Your attention shifts back to the sky.

“That time when you reminded me about when I healed you, everything you said made sense. I was scared. Terrified. You might not know this but I’ve always admired you.”

Now you have his full attention.

“Everyone used to say that you were heartless. Your status as a noble was all anyone ever saw. For a time, that's what I thought too. But I heard about what you did. You were hurt and you still protected Rukia. You could have died. I know that there must have been a lot that you regretted when they told you that she was supposed to be executed. But in the end, you made the right choice. You choose family. Since then you’ve always protected her. I admire that. I admire you Byakuya.”

To say he was speechless would be too little an expression.

“How do I keep my resolve when she looks at me that way..”

He was literally teetering on the edge.

Screw holding back.

“I would like to hold you tonight (Y/N)-san.”

The statement takes a minute to process. He can literally see the bars loading as you try to decipher his statement like you’re solving an equation.

“Eh? Hold me?”

He moves closer, and when he scopes you right off your feet and plants you into his lap, you stammer, hands scrambling as you grab onto his cloak. You look up and his stare has you frozen.

“Please let me hold you.”

His hand lays on your waist and suddenly you’re conscious of a lot. His hold, those eyes.

That request.

It dawns on you that he might have been holding back when you made the request earlier.

“K-Kuchiki-”

He hugs you, and your eyes grow wide.

“Say my name, like you did before. Please.”

You gulp, clutching onto his robes when he buries his face into your shoulder, inhaling softly.

It’s obvious that Byakuya is a lot more clingy than you initially thought. Obviously there are sides to this man that no one knows about. Because if you told anyone of this encounter, they would definitely not believe a word of it.

“B-Byakuya..”

You whimper when he leaves a kiss against your skin. His lips move higher, and when he nips at your ear, you let out a soft mewl.

“Say it again. I want to hear it.”

Your body is trembling by how delightful it feels. How arousing the request is. You’re way too close to hide anything from him. Surely he can feel the racing of your heart that’s pressed so tightly to his chest.

“Bya..kuya..”

You could barely get the words out because he was still leaving light kisses on your skin.

It’s at this moment that you realize how oblivious you’ve been. This man has literally been married already so that definitely means…

Steam pours out of your ears.

“I’m not going to make it!!”

Surely you won’t.

~Omake~

You should know by now that Byakuya is a very literal person. 

When he said held, apparently thats what he meant.

His arms are wrapped around your body, your back press to his front. 

Cheeks on fire.

"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ANY SLEEP LIKE THIS!!" 

This is torture.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach) - Chapter 5

“Fwah!! That’s the good stuff!”

Rangiku downs another bottle and you laugh as she leans over grabbing you by the shoulder as she pressed another to you.

“Come on (Y/N)-chan, drink with us!!” She cheers.

Izuru laughs apologetically.

“Gomen, she always gets like this. We should have warned you.”

You smile.

“It’s no problem. It’s nice to let loose sometimes.”

When Rangiku invited you here, you should have assumed it would be like this. While you don’t usually join in her antics, you did want a chance to relax. Life is pretty much settled now. You have frequent missions and trips to the twelfth division so Mayuri can continue to study your progress. Although it really is no longer needed, he helps you understand more about yourself everyday, so it’s useful.

It’s also nice..to see him so often.

“Kurotsuchi-taicho..”

Your thoughts stray to said captain and you blush. It would be a lie to say that your view of him hasn’t changed.

Hisagi looks interested.

“Did you have a drink (Y/N)-san, your face is red.”

You shake your head with a laugh.

“I-It must be the smell, I’m not good with alcohol.” You cover.

“Come on, have a drink!!” Rangiku shouts.

“That’s alright Matsumoto-san I really don’t mph-”

She shoves the bottle in your mouth and your face pales as you flail your hands around.

“RANGIKU!!”

Izuru pulls you away and Hisagi grabs the bottle.

You cough a couple times and Izuru pats your back.

“Are you alright (Y/N)-san?”

You finally straighten and when you hiccup, Izuru sweat drops at your dazed expression.

“Hai!!” You smile goofily and Hisagi sighs

“I’ll take her back to her squad.”

There’s no telling what will happen if they trust you to get back to your place on your own.

“Come on (Y/N)-san.”

You jump to your feet.

“I’m going to see Kurotsuchi-taicho!” You yell.

Izuru shakes his head.

“I really don’t think you should-”

You flash step and they all flinch.

“C-Crap!! She disappeared!” Hisagi panics.

“We should go after her.” Izuru reasons.

“She said she was going to see Kurotsuchi-taicho.”

An uncomfortable chill runs up both their spines.

“You’re on your own (Y/N)-san.” They both decided.

~

“Is there anything else you need, Mayuri-sama?”

“No, that’s all. You can leave Nemu.”

She bows, raising her head as she walks out the door. Mayuri’s eyes are fixated on the chart.

“Zanpaktou possession is quite remarkably.”

He only recalls seeing Ichigo struggle with control during his hollowfication. But that was different from what he witnessed with you. Your weapon was more defensive than offensive.

“I need to know more.”

He intends to fully take advantage of this.

The rattling behind pulls his focus away. He turns.

“Nemu, is that you.”

There is no reply. The door opens, and when he spots a figure, he recognizes it immediately.

“Oh, it’s just you. What do you want? Has there been another update I should be informed of?”

When you finally step into the light, he notices the slight sway of your body. Mayuri fully turns and it’s then he takes in the flush or your cheeks.

“Kuro..taicho.”

You mumble, letting out a soft hiccup.

The second you draw near he can smell the alcohol.

“Intoxication, how primitive.”

Your gaze isn’t focused, so he knows you don’t fully process the insult. You stumble and he reaches out to steady you. Your hands grip his sleeves and you lift your head.

“Kurotsuchi-taicho..”

“What is it?”

You bite your lip, and when you lean unto your toes he is caught off guard when your lips press to his. Your hold tightens on his clothing and he pulls back. You’re breathing is a bit staggered, and his eyes narrow.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is stern and you try to lean in again, but he keeps you back, hands on your shoulders.

“T-Taicho.” You whine.

He just lets out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re intoxicated. You don’t have the slightest clue what you’re doing.”

“I-I do! I like you!!”

“Your perception of reality is altered. Anything you say cannot be taken seriously.” You press your head against his chest.

“I like you…I want to..kiss you..please just one kiss.”

It sounds like more whining or possibly begging.

It’s become clear that you’re now his problem. Because it doesn’t look like you’ll be leaving anytime soon.

“I’m going to take you back to your squad. I have important research to get back to.”

Your eyes grow wide and he flinches when you flash step with him in tow. The next time you both land you have him pressed into the wall.

“N-No!! I want to be with you taicho! I-I don’t want to leave your side.”

You’re crying and he’s beginning to get irritated.

“Silence you crying.”

You sniff, and his eyes move down to your saddened expression. They stray to the red of your cheeks, the plumpness of your lips. He licks his own.

“I should not entertain this, she isn’t in the right frame of mind.”

Never in his life did he think he would have to be making rational decisions. He’s used to just doing whatever he wants.

“If I fulfill your request, will you return to your squad without protests.”

Your eyes lifts, and you nod eagerly.

“H-Hai!”

You look so desperate now and it isn’t really helping him. Maybe if you’d look even a bit repulsed he could have easily convinced himself that this was wrong. That he shouldn’t even be touching you right now. But your eyes are begging, pleading.

“P-Please..”

His expression softens and his hand slides into your hair. When he leans down, you rise unto your toes and his lips descend on yours. You grab at his coat greedily and when you feel his tongue parting your lips, you moan. His tongue slides in easily as he pulls you to his body. It feels like he’ll devour you in the most amazing way. One of his hands drifts and when you feel him cup your breast you pull away, letting out another moan.

“T-Taicho..”

As he looks down at your breathless expression, he internally curses.

“Why do you test me?”

It’s clear that he was not careful enough, because there’s no denying the attraction.