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Jubal Valentine (FBI/Daredevil AU) - Chapter 5

Working at the FBI has come with some nice perks. 

You’ve used a bit of your extra cash to purchase items needed in the office and Foggy is always ecstatic.

“Man, life is good. Business is booming, you’re basically an FBI Agent/Lawyer. Things are nice.”

“You realize I’m not actually an agent.”

“Schematics.” Foggy reasons.

Karen walks over with a fresh pot of coffee.

She pours a cup for you, offering it and you take it with thanks.

Foggy leans against the desk with his arms folded and you turn your head in his direction.

“What?”

“Oh, you know what. Don’t act like you’re oblivious.”

You should know better than to expect him to let that go.

“I just remembered I have a training class today.” You place the cup down and Foggy laughs.

“You can’t run from it forever!”

That was sort of the hope.

When you step into 26 Fed, OA greets you at the entrance. You both step into the elevator, just barely stopping the doors when someone else rushes in. You recognize that cologne anywhere.

“Good morning Agent Valentine.” You say playfully.

Jubal grins, and OA gives a greeting, but pays close attention to the way you seem completely engaged with Jubal. The both of you talk back and forth before Jubal steps out to head to the jock. You assumed OA was doing the same, but he shakes his head.

“A friend of mine is coming to watch today’s training session, I wanted to give you both a proper introduction.”

“Thank you.”

He nods and you step back as the elevator starts moving again.

“So how long have you had a thing for Jubal?”

The question almost makes your shoulders stiffen and you turn around to deny it, but you can almost feel the grin on his face.

“I don’t have a thing for-”

The doors open and your words are interrupted. OA stretches his hand out and you grumble under your breath as you walk and he follows.

“Listen, Jubal and I are just-”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, it’s none of my business.”

He still sounds smug.

You need to get better at hiding it.

Careful evasion of the topic and a few hours of sweat and punches later and you’re changing in one of the locker rooms.

Sliding on a sweater, you find yourself evaluating how to be more subtle about your attraction to the certain special agent in charge. You’re a bit distracted, that’s why you don’t sense the man in front of you until you crash right into him.

“Woah.”

He catches your by the arms and your folded cane hits the floor. Your glasses have also fallen.

“Hey, everything okay?”

It’s Jubal.

Of course it’s Jubal.

You nod with a smile.

“Yes, sorry about that. Usually I’m more coordinated. You’d think I was blind or something.”

Jubal smiles at the joke, and you mean to grab your fallen items.

“Let me.”

He moves to the floor, getting the cane and your glasses. When he straightens, he hands both to you which you take gratefully.

“Thank you Jubal.”

“Of course. How about I walk you back to your place. Don’t want you bulldozing anymore agents on your way out.”

“I survived a few decades with no incidents, I think you might just be lucky.”

“I feel lucky.”

With a warm smile, he releases you.

“Really Jubal, I’m fine. I was just in a bit of a daydream. I’ll be more careful.”

You can tell he’s reluctant to just walk away, because he must sense that there is more to it, but he doesn’t push. Which you appreciate.

“Alright, I’ll see you next week.”

“Next week.” You agree.

You give one last reassuring smile before you’re walking out. You aren’t oblivious to his stare that follows you. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) : Short Story - Extra.

~One Year Later~

Graduation was filled with tears, cake and a whole lot of bubbly champagne. The little celebrations felt endless and when it all finally died down, the little after party at your house was coming to a close. Your mother was bidding the last of your guests goodbye as you started to clean up.

Clark had left a while ago with his parents, both of them very proud.

Lex lingered back, and when your mother turned the corner and saw him collecting the streamers, she smiled.

“I never thought I’d see the day. A Luthor cleaning my house.”

He gave a small smile, and she moved over to you, patting your shoulder. Given how close Clark and you were to Lex, you supposed it felt natural to have him in the house. She didn’t really see him that different from Pete, Lana or Chloe. All of you had formed a bit of a small group.

She liked him as your friend. Given what happened, you knew it was an adjustment at the start, but she seemed okay with it. You hoped it would make the news a bit easier to handle.

You casted a look at Lex, and he placed the streamers on the table.

You turned to your mother, and she looked invested, especially with how seriously you were now looking at her.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

She’s concerned, and you just shook your head.

“I-It’s nothing bad.”

You look back at Lex, and he got the hint, moving to your side as he took your hand. Your fingers interlocked, and your mother studied the gesture, slowly putting the pieces together.

“Lex and I, we’ve been dating for about a year.”

For a moment nothing is said. When the silence became too loud, Lex took a step forward.

“I’d like you to know that we’ve been very careful. I understand that she has a future that can’t be jeopardized. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

His words are sincere, but your mother still looks as though she’s calculating all the information.

Her expression is starting to worry you.

“Mom?”

“Yep, still here. I’m just curious. Did she hex you or something?”

“M-Mom!!”

“I have to ask. I gave birth to her but you’re a very attractive man, the math isn’t adding up.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!”

She smiles, and Lex looks a bit relieved.

“Are you being serious right now!!”

“What, I mean he is a millionaire. Do you know how much of my charm it took to snag your father? He was so popular in college. I was fighting those girls off with a stick.”

You groan, placing your palm in your face.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Obviously you were worried about the wrong thing.

“I find it hard to believe that you did any chasing Mrs. (L/N).”

Lex’s charming smile makes your mother blush and you gape.

“Oh, how sweet.”

She moves to his side, taking his arm.

“Mr. Luthor, I might get the wrong idea and think you’re flirting with me.”

He laughs and you glare, grabbing his other arm.

“S-Stop flirting with my boyfriend! He’s mine!!”

It’s impossible to hide your jealousy and Lex’s smile is twice as big.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you dear.”

“Stop trying to steal my man mom!!”

That was how the conversation went.

Lex spent the better part of that half hour laughing as you continued to scold your mother as you all finished cleaning up.

You’d been grumbling as you did the dishes, while Lex was helping your mother fix the table, so you hadn’t heard the words they both exchanged.

“I appreciate you being so transparent.”

Lex was very conscious of the serious tone, as well as the expression of your mother’s face.

“Losing her father, it broke her. It had been so long since I’ve seen her smile. When she got that project with Clark, I was happy. She was so closed off and he brought her back out of her shell. Despite all of that, there’s a part of her that’s always hated anyone with the name Luthor.”

Her expression is a bit sad, and Lex understands. The contempt he’d seen when you confronted that day was easy to spot. When he saw the family photos, he realized. His family had always been just a thing in his life. There was no real bond, no unconditional love.

Yet he took one look at the photos in your home and he could almost feel it. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like to lose that. His mother was possibly the only one who loved him and she’d died when he was so young.

“The fact that she loves you must mean that you’re exceptional, because my daughter is an exceptional person and a great judge of character.”

Those words made him smile.

“Mom..”

The both of them turned, and you were standing in the doorway with a rag in your hand and watery eyes. Your mother actually laughed and you practically raced to her side as you hugged her.

Lex’s smile grew warmer as he watched the little moment before your mother reached out and yanked his arm, pulling him into the hug.

The entire evening was a blessing.

~Extra~

“I still can’t believe she tried to steal you.”

Lex is still laughing as you angrily pace around his living room.

“No need to get so riled up, I’d never choose anyone else, after all, I’m yours aren’t I?”

You should have known he would tease you.

All you can do is grumble, and he grins, leaning in and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re hot when you get all possessive and jealous.”

He intends to remind you of those words you said forever.

You just know it. 

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Ratchet (Transformers) - Extra

Life with Ratchet, well, it’s been a dream.

It felt like so much had gone wrong in your life and you supposed if anyone could relate it was Ratchet. It hasn’t been easy for either of you, maybe that’s why you’d found each other. Ratchet, to restore his faith in humanity and you to restore your faith in, well, everything.

All you seem to do is replay a few of the very comedic and sweet moments with him.

Like last month.

“Are those gummy bears and chocolate?”

You hadn’t realized you were craving it until he emptied the grocery bag. Ratchet has become very independent, and he always looks so accomplished when he gets all the products on your list when he shops alone.

“Yes. Your menstrual cycle is approaching and you crave these desserts when it arrives. I have also retained the necessary equipment to survive the tortuous experience.”

He pulled out two packs of pads as well as three boxes of tampons.

Honestly you’re a bit stunned. You’d only told him one time about your period. Only because he’d tracked your low iron levels and assumed the worse. After you spent twenty minutes assuring him that you weren’t dying, he seemed more assured that this was just a part of the human physiology that he wasn’t well versed in yet.

“H-How did you know my period was coming?”

“I’ve imputed your cycle into my system to ensure I have an accurate time frame.”

You weren’t really sure what to say. You kind of felt like crying because that was literally the sweetest thing ever. Your lower lip quivered and when he saw the change in your expression, he moved to your side immediately.

“What is wrong! Have I obtained the wrong sizes!!” He looked a bit panicked, eyes darting between you and the box of pads and all you could do is laugh. You shook your head with a smile, pulling him in for a kiss that he accepted happily. When you pulled away his eyes were glowing and you just grinned.

“You are..happy?”

You nodded.

“I am. Thank you Ratchet.”

He shared a smile.

“You are welcome.”

That was just one of the many. He’s been slowly adapting better, figuring it all out. When Optimus came back, things were tense, yet once again it seems everyone has managed to co-exist. At least to an extent. Bumblebee spends his days at the junkyard with Cade and a few other autobots. You stop by regularly. On days that you and Ratchet are free, you venture to different spots so he can just be himself.

You’ve been to a few states and a number of venues that are open, spacious and beautiful.

Today you’re at another spot that’s covered by a mass of trees. Earlier when he was walking the path you’d been seated on his metal shoulder just watching the beautiful view below. Now you’re both seated, looking down at what seems to be a valley. You’ve spread a blanket and placed down your basket with snacks and drinks nearby. Your sundress blends right into the atmosphere.

Ratchet’s optics are trained ahead, but yours are strictly focused on him.

Lately you’ve begun to really appreciate it, him in his true form.

He always seems to be free, relaxed and it makes you happy, among other things.

You cross your legs at the thought that rushes through your mind. The dress isn’t really doing much to help. Now you feel a little more aware of how easy it would be for him to touch anything, feel everything.

“Get a grip girl.”

Sometimes you need to remind yourself that he can see and sense a lot. He always seems to know when you’re excited. You’ve gotten a bit better at hiding it. But it’s not easy when everything he seems to do urges a reaction from you.

He looks down at you and you straighten, planting a smile on your face.

“I-It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

His eyes are still trained on you and you try to casually squeeze your thighs together. When his hand comes down at the side of you, you jolt slightly.

“Your pheromone levels are elevated.”

“Dang it!!”

“I-It’s nothing! Being in this place just makes me really h-happy I guess.”

You hope you’ve done a good job at covering it up, but even that feels a bit weak.

“Is that all?”

The way he looks at you makes you want to confess so much right now. His metal fingers are maybe a foot away from your hip. You look between his hand, then back up at him, nibbling on your lip. It’s stupid to think you can truly fool him. Clearly he’s not going to let it go unless you explain yourself.

You lick your lips and his eyes track every reaction.

“I..”

You gulp, finally really holding his gaze.

“I really like it when you’re like this, in your true form..”

You admit bashfully.

The rings in his optics seem to glow a bit brighter and you swallow.

He smiles.

“What a naughty human you are.”

You blush.

“D-Don’t tease me!”

Ratchet merely chuckles and you mean to put him in his place, but he leans closer and you lose your words.

“If it were possible for us to mate in this form I would gladly make love to you right here.”

Your lips part in shock and excitement.

His hand reaches over and when he gently parts your legs with his fingers, you’re not sure what to expect but your heart is racing.

“We’re all alone here, you can be as vocal as you’d like.”

That catches you by surprise, so does his thumb that lands right between your legs, pressing against your most sensitive spot. He gives a purposeful stroke and you jolt in surprise, letting out a moan.

You end up on your back, and instinctively you try to reach for something. Your hands end up pressing against his chest plate as he starts a tauntingly pleasurable rhythm. You’re a bit breathless, both the gentle strokes and the sensations that run through your body.

Your arousal is so effortlessly written on your face as you practically claw at the metal as he continues his ministrations. You’re moaning, gasping, almost screaming and he’s taking it all in.

“R-Ratchet w-wait I-I-I’m gonna-’

Your hips jerk and you release before you can stop it, a staggered scream echoing in the space. You know one thing that’s certain.

Your panties are definitely ruined.

Your head drops against the blanket, chest rising and falling a bit briskly. Your eyes are closed and Ratchet laughs lowly, his fingers running along your inner thigh. You twitch, looking up at him with a sense of desperation.

He can’t truly express how fortunate he is. Not just for your honesty, protection, but your acceptance. The very thing he’d been ridiculed for by society was the thing you seemed to love most about him.

You love him regardless, a feeling he didn’t realize he craved until he met you.

You lift your hand and when you press it to his cheek, his expression softens. You urge him closer, and he welcomes it, the soft kiss you leave on his lips. All he feels is the warmth of it. When he pulls away, you still look terribly desperate.

“I would never deny you.”

That’s all you need to hear. 

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CSI (Crime Scene Investigation).

Gil Grissom

Oneshot

Extra

Warrick Brown

Oneshot

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Warrick Brown (CSI) - Oneshot.

“Hey courage, what you got for us.”

The nickname was one you’d gotten accustomed to. Nick’s words just made you pull the sheet of results from your pile as you handed it to him. The second he saw it he gave a soft cheer, grinning at Warrick as they both left. Warrick sending you a wave of thanks.

You just directed your eyes back to work.

Courage, it was clever, you would give them that. The stupid name started after Ecklie realized that you were absolutely terrified of guns. It was ironic, after all you worked in a Crime Lab. Truthfully that’s where you wanted to stay.

You were good with the science, you could function with the evidence. That’s why when Grissom was down a guy and asked you to come into the field with him you’d made every excuse imaginable. You could tell from his look that he knew there was an underlying reason other than the one you pathetically provided that day, but he didn’t push, then gave you a smile of understanding and moved on.

At least he had a conscience.

Ecklie had pretty much dragged you into the field despite your protests that you had a flu and would compromise the evidence. He didn’t pay much mind to it, just took you to the crime scene to process everything.

Apparently the shooter was still out there, and when you’d heard a gunshot nearby, all the officers responded. You’d done the same, but the sound of another shot startled you and you dropped your gun, taking off in a sprint in the opposite direction.

Your supervisor understood. You got scared, you didn’t have much experience in the field. You weren’t penalized. But word of your cowardice had spread like wildfire and not long after they started calling you Courage, the cowardly CSI.

The women in the department at least apologized whenever they made the slip. But the men, well, it was so much of a habit that they probably didn’t even think twice.

There wasn’t much you could do to shake it so you focused on your work. While your shooting skills might lack, you were a genius in the lab. Probably another reason you hadn’t been booted that day. Whenever the others needed a hand, you were on call.

This particular case was a bit frustrating for all of them. Each group seemed to be working their own mysteries with zero luck. You wanted to be of more assistance, but the evidence hadn’t brought much for them to work with.

The hair Warrick brought in that he was hoping to be the break they were looking for turned out to be from a rabbit, which really didn’t seem like much of a win. At least that’s what you thought when you handed him your findings.

“I’m sorry. I was hoping this would be it for you.”

You’d been apologizing all day, and you expected him to look a bit defeated, but he was smiling widely.

“You just broke the case, thank you (Y/N)!”

He hugged you with a laugh and you just stood there with your hands extended awkwardly, wide eyed until he pulled away and ran out the room.

It wasn’t the hug that had startled you, but the use of your name.

At the end of the shift you were packing up your items and you still seemed to be thinking about it. You tried to recall every encounter and it dawned on you that aside from Grissom, he was probably the only guy in the building that didn’t call you Courage.

“Hey (Y/N).”

Sara had walked in to get changed and you looked up.

“Hi Sara, I heard you and Grissom made your case.”

She nodded.

“We got him. Thanks for the help.”

You shook your head.

“I didn’t do much. You guys did most of the heavy lifting.”

“Warrick told us you were able to pull the rabbit hair from the coat. You did a lot.”

She was smiling and you felt just a bit better. After all the deadends that day, it was always nice to get a win. Especially when it meant getting justice for a victim. Bidding Sara good night you left feeling a bit more satisfied.

Coming in the following night you weren’t expecting to run into Warrick. He held the door open, a little styrofoam cup holder with two coffees. You giggle.

“Trying to keep from falling asleep tonight?”

He shook his head, pulling out one of them.

“This is for you. Thanks for the win last time.”

You took it, a bit surprised, but grateful.

“Oh, thank you. Don’t mention it. It’s literally my job.”

“Then I’m glad you’re good at your job (Y/N).”

He flashed another smile before he was heading to Grissom for his assignment. For a moment you just stood there unsure if your mind was really playing tricks on you.

He definitely used your name that time. You couldn’t help but feel a bit happy about it.

Cases came and went as usual and so did some of your encounters with Ecklie. Every time you had the unpleasant luck or ran into him you tried to plant a smile on your face as you gave your results. You’d think he’d be less of a jerk when you were helping him.

“Run away from any crime scenes recently Courage.”

Warrick and Grissom had been waiting for a file when they heard the condescending tone of Ecklie. Grissom was clearly displeased and Warrick seemed ready to say something, but you just sent him a smile shaking your head.

Having someone else fight your battle wouldn’t do much good. So you didn’t respond, just picked up your glass bottle with a solution to quickly analyze his sample so he could be gone.

“I don’t know why you’d come into law enforcement. After what happened with your mother I guess it makes sense.”

The statement made you freeze in place and the bottle slipped right out of your hands, shattering on the floor. The sound made you jolt, and the look of utter despair must have been completely pathetic, because even Ecklie showed a bit of sympathy, guilt.

“I-I’m sorry!”

You’d hurriedly started cleaning up the mess as you got back to work.

The silence in the room was deafening, and after you’d run your test and delivered your results, you’d bolted out the room as fast as you could. You didn’t want pity and you didn’t want them to see you like that, crying, weak.

You spent your break sobbing in the bathroom stall, praying for your shift to just be over.

The following day you weren’t surprised to see some of the looks you got. Curse those transparent doors in the lab. Someone definitely saw your slip and started a ridiculous rumor.

With a sigh, you settled in your space, going through the pile of evidence you needed to process. Slipping your gloves on, you got to work. You were fully consumed by the endless samples and documents when you heard the light knock on the door.

You looked up, Warrick standing there with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“I come bearing gifts.”

You did your best to keep your expression neutral as you diverted your gaze back to the microscope.

“Just leave it on the table. Thanks.”

You were grateful that at least your tone was even.

He did so, and you expected him to leave, but you didn’t hear his footsteps exiting. Still, you kept your eyes on the task at hand.

“Listen (Y/N)-”

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

You interrupted him before he could say much and you finally looked up, sliding your gloves off in agitation.

“You pity me, that’s the only reason you’re so nice. You don’t have to pretend, you can call me Courage if you’d like too.”

You were aggravated, with the nicknames, gossip, assumptions. It was stupid.

“I don’t call you Courage because I know something terrifying must have happened for you to put yourself in a field that obviously scares you.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling less sure. Warrick stepped closer.

“I didn’t know about your mother, not until Ecklie mentioned it, but now I understand. You lost her, right in front of you and they never caught the guy.”

Your hands trembled, unable to deny any of it.

“You pursued this job to help all the other victims out there, the way no one even tried to do for you. “

You weren’t sure how he’d managed to see right through you.

“Ecklie can say whatever he wants. It takes a strong person to do this job, and an even braver one to stick with it.”

You were pretty sure you were about to cry at this point, and Warrick gave you a friendly smile, opening his arms as a gesture. One you accepted without a second thought, running right into his chest as you hugged him. He returned it, running comforting circles on your back.

“If you wanted me to call you Courage that bad all you had to do was ask.”

That actually made you laugh, despite the tears running down your cheeks and Warrick joined in, happy that he could bring even a bit of ease. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 10 - Final.

It’s hard to act like you aren’t literally crushing on the guy.

You seemed to have forgotten that he’s basically like a brother to Clark, so they’re always around each other.

When you all decided to meet at the Talon, it was just to tackle some assignments and hang out. Most of the work was done, and by the time you’d all started talking and laughing, Lex walked in, greeting you all.

The subtle look he sent you had you shifting in your seat, but you said nothing.

The conversation carried on, and you took every opportunity to steal a glance at Lex when you could. Clark was sitting with Lana. Chloe and Pete on a separate chair. You were planted in the middle, and Lex was adjacent to you.

There are points where your eyes would meet, and he’d just send you a warm smile. The space is so lively that no one really catches it.

At least that’s what you think.

Clark sees the flush of your cheeks, and he smiles himself, falling back into the conversation.

You all stay for a few more hours before you call it a day.

As you’re packing your stuff, you move to Clark side.

“Can you give me a ride back to my place?”

“No need for Clark to go out of the way, I’m heading in your direction, I can drop you off on the way.” Lex offers.

Clark nods.

“Yep, plus my car is full.”

Pete and Chloe move to Clark’s side with a nod and you squint suspiciously. Lana looks just as curious.

“What are you three up to?”

“Nothing!” Chloe hums.

“Chloe caught a lead about a zombie so we’re going to check it out.” Pete explains.

Chloe elbows him harshly.

“Ow! What was that for!!”

“Never spill a good lead. Come on, let’s get going before someone else finds out about our zombie.”

She practically drags Pete away, and Clark follows behind with a smile and a wave.

You can’t help but laugh softly, and Lana collects her books.

“See you both tomorrow. Hopefully they don’t get up to too much trouble.”

“Have you met Chloe?”

Lana laughs.

“Fair point.”

Pretty soon she’s leaving as well.

When it’s just the two of you, you turn with your backpack. Lex is already looking your way and you feel a bit bashful.

“After you.”

He steps to the side and you start walking as he joins you in step.

The trip to his car isn’t far, and you have no idea why you feel so nervous. Maybe it’s because you can feel him looking at you.

“Why do you keep staring, it’s weird.” You whisper.

Lex chuckles, casually moving a bit closer.

“I think it’s normal to appreciate the beauty of one’s girlfriend.”

The little comment has you blushing, and you speed walk to his car. Lex just watches with a smirk.

You both get into the car, and when he pulls out, you find yourself admiring things that seem so minor. Like the way he has one hand on the wheel and another at the back of your seat. The subtle purple of his shirt that seems to compliment him well. The wonderfully emerald hue of his eyes that are sometimes hard to look away from. The drive is comfortably quiet. Lex has a content smile on his lips as he drives.

Your hand is laying on your lap, and when he reaches over you assume it’s to grab his phone that’s set in the middle, or the bottle of water, but he places it over your palm, gently holding your hand. He glances over at the touch, and you’re once again melted into mush. His smile grows wider as he gives you a little squeeze.

Safe to say you were fighting for composure the entire way back.

By the time he’s pulling into your driveway, you wear weak glare.

“You did that on purpose.”

He just smiles.

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

He knows how to make you flustered.

You have yet to get out of the car and into your house. You’re just sitting there, a bit reluctant to leave.

You gulp, and Lex waits for you to say something that’s obviously on your mind.

“My…my mom is out of town for the weekend.”

You know exactly what the statement suggests.

Lex isn’t an idiot.

You’re still looking down at your lap.

“Are you inviting me to spend the night?”

You huff.

Is he really going to make you say it?

You turn to whine at him for teasing you, but his expression is so warm and your heart is racing. He slowly removes his seatbelt, and you almost hold your breath when he slowly leans in. The kiss is light, almost teasing, and any retaliation that you planned is gone.

He pulls back with a soft smile.

“As much as I’d like to join you, I think it would be best if we wait until we’re ready to tell people about us before I start sneaking around behind your mother’s back. Given what you’ve been through, I owe your father that much.”

His words aren’t what you expected at all, yet somehow it’s exactly what you wanted to hear.

He cups your cheek.

“I care about you, I’m willing to wait.”

If you weren’t swooning before, you sure are now.

“O-Okay.”

That’s all you get yourself to say.

He strokes your cheek, leaving another kiss on your lips, and you accept happily. 

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Jubal Valentine (FBI/Daredevil AU) - Chapter 4

Despite popular belief, your cases are usually more relaxed.

This most recent one has ended on a good note. You were able to get a settlement from an insurance company that was taking advantage of an old woman with a lack of knowledge in law. That’s where you came in.

“I’m sure we all can admit that this is a win on both sides.”

The lawyers on the other side of the table were disgruntled, but had folded. In a matter of minutes the room is cleared and Ms. Kenneth gives you a big hug. Foggy laughs and Karen is wearing a smile.

“Thank you so much.”

You nod.

“Remember to file with the new company and you’ll be alright.”

She nods happily, giving you a few more thanks before she’s out the door with the biggest smile.

“Another win for the star team!” Foggy cheers.

You giggle, both hands on your cane. When you hear the jingle of the door, you turn. The familiar scent of cologne catches your attention and you can almost feel Foggy’s grin. He gives you a little nudge and you shoo him as the man walks in.

“Agent Valentine, to what do I owe the pleasure.”

He smiles.

“I’ll never understand how you do that.”

His voice is playful and you just smile.

“I’m actually here on official FBI business.”

“Sounds important.”

“It is.”

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. When he opens it and hands it to you, you’re a bit surprised.

It’s in braille.

Your fingers glide over it and you lift your brows.

“An instructor?”

Jubal nods.

“The FBI is always looking for the best. OA reminded me how well you are in the field, so when a position opened up I thought you would be a good choice. The pay isn’t bad and we’re flexible with the hours. You can cover part time for our new recruits as well as trainer programs. What do you say?”

“Heck yeah! The FBI would definitely owe us one.” Foggy declares. Karen laughs and you shake your head with a chuckle.

“I’m assuming you’ve told your superiors that I’m blind.”

“What! You’re blind? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

You laugh at Jubal’s dramatics. He steps closer, leaning in to whisper.

“Between you and me, they’re kind of eagerly anticipating that yes. OA went on a tangent and now they think you have superpowers.”

It’s a funny thought.

You fold the sheet of paper.

“I’m in.”

Jubal claps his hands together.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

The invitation was actually a nice gig. Nelson and Murdock was doing well, but you weren’t one to turn down extra income. Especially since Foggy pretty much begged you to take the position. When you showed up for your first day, you could hear a few murmurs from the recruits when they saw you fold your cane.

OA was the one who did introductions and Jubal stopped by to make sure your first day went smoothly.

“This is (Y/N) Murdock, she’ll be your new instructor.”

A few of the men laughed, especially when you took off your glasses.

“Is this a test? She’s blind.”

OA just nodded with a smile of his own and advised you to start whenever you were ready.

“Well, as Agent Zidan said, I’ll be your instructor. Don’t be afraid to come at me. I promise I’m not just a pretty face.”

You winked, placing your bag down. Your glasses were now laying at the top of the bag along with your cane. When you straighten, you slide your hand into your back pocket pulling out a blindfold.

Jubal’s brows furrowed and OA seemed just as curious.

You tied it around your eyes, and confusion was written on everyone’s face.

You stepped to the center, taking a stance.

“Alright, I’m ready when you are.”

Your head turned to the right.

“Six.”

You did a mental note, tracking weight, heartbeats, breaths. No one made a move, you could hear their hesitance.

“Well, if no one is coming, guess I’ll have to give some incentive.”

You rushed forward at the first man, and the kick you delivered to his stomach knocked him to the ground. The other five were now weary, and someone did try to tackle you, but you side stepped, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back.

He grunted as you shoved him to the floor. This time, two others came, and when you used the first as a boost and hooked your legs around the neck of the other, maneuvering your body, he barrelled to the floor at the shift in weight.

You were upright again, a grin on your lips.

“Are you two just going to stand there?”

They didn’t attack, not at first. But the taunt seemed to egg them on.

The first punch you evaded easily, grabbing his outstretched hand as you wrapped it around his neck, using his body as a shield to block the other. He’d attacked just as aggressively and ended up sucker punching his partner who groaned in pain as you released him, pushing him forward. Both bodies hit the ground.

You lifted your fists, ready for any more attacks, but it didn’t seem necessary. You could only hear the echo of pained sounds throughout the room. OA was staring in surprise and Jubal clapped.

“Good job.”

You laughed, sending a thumbs up.

When word got out of that first session, recruits started lining up to practice. You earned a name for yourself.

Later that week you were leaving around the same time Jubal was. He caught you in the elevator.

“If it isn’t daredevil.”

You grimace playfully.

“I really hope that doesn’t stick.”

He laughed, pressing the button and you nodded in thanks.

“Isobel thinks you should start your own business in self defense.”

“I don’t think I’d have the time to manage both of my businesses.” You joke. The doors open and he offers you his hand. You take it gratefully.

“You know I can get around just fine Jubal.”

“Maybe I just like walking with you.”

The simple teasing made you blush despite your need to hide it. When you both first met you knew he wasn’t aware how capable you were. Now you’re appreciative. Not just for the job opportunity, but his kindness that has never changed.

“Thank you Jubal, really.”

“I should be the one thanking you. The bosses seem to think you’re a secret weapon. Keep up the good work.”

You laugh and he does too, walking you out the building. 

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James Wesley (Daredevil) - Oneshot (AU).

Your day had already gone to shit, so of course getting wasted at a well known club felt like a good option. 

After downing countless shots, well, you tried to gather yourself to get into a taxi, but your steps had run you right into a man. All you saw was a suit and a pair of glasses. Dark hair, a calculated gaze.

Even inebriated you could tell that there was something dangerous about this man, but after dumping your cheating boyfriend a month prior and possibly losing the apartment the both of you had been leasing, well, danger wasn’t something you were worried about.

All the stress seemed to catch up. Caution clearly wasn't your biggest concern right now. 

“You should be more careful.”

You couldn’t tell if it was advice or a threat.

“Maybe I don’t want to be careful.”

You weren’t sure where this boldness was coming from, but you didn’t care. You were still partially pressed against him, the music blocking everything else out. His eyes lifted and you saw him nod to someone before he helped you straighten.

“Come with me.”

With a hand delicately on your waist, you nodded, barely gripping your bag as you followed him out of the club. You were a bit impressed at the expensive car that was parked outside. You were about to carefully evade. As messed up as you are, you can’t afford anymore bills.

Yet, he’d gestured to the driver and someone moved, opening the door. Your brows lifted. His expression hadn’t really changed. He still seemed carefully composed.

“Having second thoughts?”

It sounded like a challenge. You hated that the comment made you want it more. This guy could be a serial killer. Rationality clearly wasn’t on your side, because you turned your head, marching right into the car. Clearly missing the smirk your handsome stranger wore. 

He fixed his suit, following behind you. The door closed and it took off, just as you’d dropped your purse and basically leapt into his lap.

You searched his eyes, ready for him to basically start tearing your clothes off. Uptight or not, he's a man. You were practically straddling him.

“Are you..really not gonna..gonna..”

Your head lulls slightly, blinking as you try to collect yourself and your words.

“You’re not gonna touch me.”

You finally decided.

He just tilted his head, eyes running down your body. You couldn’t say you were wearing a sexy outfit. After all, you came after work. The business skirt was hiked up from your position and your blouse was probably a mess by now. You did spill a drink earlier.

He was probably just as uninterested as you ex. After all, he'd sought out someone else for those needs. You hated that you were now having doubts, or looking so pathetically desperate in front of this stranger.

“I’m a gentleman. If you tell me what you want, I’ll be happy to help.”

That sounded too good to be true. Guys didn’t care for much but their own pleasure. If that wasn’t the case that scumbag wouldn’t have stomped all over your heart. You just snorted.

“Yeah..I might be drunk but I’m not *hic* I’m not stupid..” You murmured.

You thought you would get some kind of retaliation, but he just took you by the chin. With your focus a bit more steady, the heat of his gaze seemed more prominent.

You swallowed when he leaned in just a bit, his nose brushing your own. All you wanted was for him to lean in, close the space, but he wouldn’t give in.

Give you what you want.

Not until you asked it seemed. Your hand pressed against his chest, fingers now gripping the fabric. You didn’t care anymore how desperate it seemed. You wanted this.

Needed it.

The car pulling up stopped that train of thought, and you exhaled.

You needed to get up, but you didn’t want to part. Reluctantly, you slide off him, nibbling on your lips, moving to open the door. When you stepped out, he wasn’t far behind. Once he was upright, it felt like he was studying you, evaluating. The slight height difference was too noticeable.

You took a step against the car and he just smiled, that confident knowing one before he reached for you, taking your hand. You followed, clearly distracted. Maybe if you hadn't been you would have registered how unnaturally fancy this hotel looked. You were led to the elevator, eyes completely on him. You hated how long it was all taking.

The minute those doors opened, he stepped out. You’re not far behind, and the walk to the room is almost torturous. He opened the door for you and you walked in, turning just as he closed the door.

“What game are you playing?”

You were so frustrated it was almost painful.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

It drove you crazy the way you couldn’t read him. He seemed so put together. From his perfectly done hair to the ridiculously expensive looking suit.

“Why won’t you give me what I want…”

This time when he stepped forward, he removed his glasses.

“If you want something you have to take it.”

The statement sent a rush through your body and he dropped the glasses just as you reached for him, kissing him like your life depended on it. The sound of his back hitting the wall echoed as you began pulling and tugging at his suit.

His tie was first, the suit jacket next. Both items hit the floor, and you planned to unbutton his shirt, but it was taking so long and you were getting impatient. When you heard the buttons pop you pulled back with a heavy breath.

“Sorry…”

He just shook his head with a smirk.

“Maybe I should return the favor.”

With his hands at the front of your blouse, he ripped it open. Licking your lips, you tossed it to the floor. His hands reached down, picking you right up off the floor as he moved to the bed, both your bodies hitting the mattress. The hurried kisses and desperate breaths were driving you wild. All you wanted was to feel him.

With his shirt hanging open, you tried to reach for his belt, free him from those restricting clothes, but your hands weren’t coordinated and you were way too clouded by lust to get it together long enough to pull away and look down to complete the task. He chuckled under his breath, his hands moving to help.

The sound of his belt unbuckling was music to your ears. Your hands moved to his shoulders, feeling all you could as you continued to return his heated kisses. When he pressed against you, there was barely a chance to process anything other than your want.

He seemed to get the message, because he didn’t waste time trying to remove the rest of your clothes. His hand slipped under the fabric of your skirt, reaching for your underwear. He pulled it down, just enough that it was no longer in the way, and when he lifted your thighs and slid into you, your head fell back against the pillow, breathing shaky.

It was better than you expected, wasted or not. The little sound he let out showed you that he was just as startled by the sensation as you. Clearly it’s been a while. His grip tightened and all you had to give him was one look and he was desperately thrusting into you.

Every sound you let out was louder than the last, and when he started leaving kisses along your jaw, your hands scrambled to hold onto something, anything. They ended up on his back, fighting to pull him closer. He was so deep and it felt so good, the way his body kept pounding into you as if he couldn’t get enough of it.

Of you.

There was a part of you that felt guilty that it felt better than any time you’d been intimate with your ex.

Regardless of what happened, you loved him. You weren’t stupid enough to go back to him, but you couldn’t just erase those six months of feelings.

With your eyes clenched tighter, you gasped at a particularly harsh thrust that had your scrambling to make a grab at the sheets. His hands came down, pinning yours to the bed and your legs seemed to automatically lock around his hips as he went faster, harder. The sensations rushed up your spine, all the way to your toes.

The glance you’d caught showed you a look at his disheveled hair no longer carefully combed back. You wondered if that had happened because of you. The short tresses were slightly over his eyes and the look he gave you sent you over the edge. Your back arches and he groaned, attentively riding out your orgasm as he reached his own.

It took a while for you to collect yourself and you didn’t think it was possible, but it felt like he’d just screwed the alcohol right out of your system. Your eyes opened slowly, staring at this handsome stranger that had just so deliciously messed you up. Your legs slowly dropped and when he straightened slightly, he lifted his arm, running a hand through his hair to push back the stray locks. The slight sheen of sweat on his body made you very aware of everything that just happened.

Your response should have been to collect what little dignity you had left and scramble out of there, but you wanted more, and from the look he wore, you weren’t the only one. You realized then that you were both still in a state of partial dress.

His slacks were hanging off his hips, shirt opened, but not discarded. Your skirt was hiked up, bra strap hanging off your shoulder. You were the definition of regret in the morning. When he removed his shirt, you gulped, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“I hope we’re not finished yet.”

He didn’t make a move to get closer and it was a bit infuriating.

He’s such a tease.

His eyes were looking down at you and somehow you could hear the words he spoke earlier.

Take what you want.

This would be a long night.

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Jubal Valentine (FBI/Daredevil AU) - Chapter 3

When OA suggested you join a night out with the team, you were happy for the invitation.

Jubal was chatting with Maggie, Tiffany and Scola and you were seated next to OA listening to some of the stories.

“This is nice.”

OA nods, taking in the way you relax in your seat. His invite wasn’t completely innocent. To be honest, he feels like he needs to know more. The way you adjust in your seat, it’s almost like you know. With those red shades, and a smile on your face, you give him a look and he’s not even surprised. There’s no use beating around the bush.

“I read the story.”

You hum, taking a sip of your beer.

“You saved a man’s life.”

You gave nothing but an impish smile.

He partly expected snark.

“I just did what anyone would have.”

He could say for a fact that a lot of people would not have done the same. If he’d been ignorant, he probably would have asked about your family, but he knew better. He knew what happened.

Your father was murdered and you were orphaned as a child. You didn’t have an easy go at life, and he doubted that the training you went through to get as skilled as you are was a cake walk either.

It was still a bit unbelievable.

You weren’t wearing your glasses, so he could tell. There was no doubt about it, you were blind, yet you held the skill set of a ninja and the hearing that was unlike anything he’d seen.

This invitation was meant to be a thank you, but now it felt like a secret mission for him to figure out all he could about you.

“Something on your mind?”

How could he answer such a question? There was a lot on his mind.

“How do you do it?”

You lift your brow.

“Do..what exactly?”

“All of it. The hearing, fighting, how are you so good at it?”

He’s heard that when you lose one sense, the others are enhanced, but this was almost unnatural.

“Who knows, maybe I was hit with a vat of toxic waste and now I have superhuman abilities. In another universe I might be some vigilante running around in red spandex fighting crime.”

“Red spandex seems very specific.”

You shrug.

“I’ve thought about it a few times.”

He smiled this time and you giggled, relaxing in your seat.

“If I’m being honest, it’s a bit hard to explain. I just sense a bit of everything.”

You tilt your head.

“When I was younger the nuns actually thought I was possessed. If it wasn’t for Stick I…”

You stopped yourself, lowering your head.

“Anyway, it’s a lot better I’d say. Most people just walk around me like I’m glass. I can’t change the way they view me, but I can help people with the gifts that I have. That’s all that matters.”

“You’re actually pretty admirable.”

“What do you mean actually? I am admirable.”

“Humble too.” OA laughs.

You’re laughing along with him.

It was a nice treat.

When the night winds down Jubal has offered to drop you back to your apartment.

“Looked like you were being interrogated.”

You smiled.

“He was just curious. I can’t really blame him.”

Jubal nods with a smile of his own.

“We’re glad you decided to join us tonight. Things have been a bit crazy. I think everyone needs a break.”

You can imagine. The hardest case you had was with Fisk. Back then it felt impossible. You’d taken him down the first time and it felt like you’d never really get it all to stick. Every day they face their own versions of Wilson Fisk.

“If you ever need a hand, you know where I live. “

Jubal smirks.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 9

Talking to Lex was inevitable.

The following day you worked up what little courage you have, stiff as a board as you walked through the door. Lex is standing next to his bottle of wine, no doubt seeking some liquid courage. The second he sees you he looks equally as nervous and you feel a little more at ease knowing you’re not the only one.

He places the glass down.

“I wasn’t sure I would ever see you again.”

“I guess my default setting is to run.”

It’s a little bit pathetic, but you can’t help it. You’ve always been guarded. Especially with your powers.

“Listen, I think we both know what that was.”

Lex raises a brow.

“Enlighten me.”

You’d used your powers on him, that had to be it. You would apologize and be done with it.

“I must have accidentally put you under some spell. I’m not sure how but it’s the only thing that makes sense. I haven’t learned to fully control this. So I’m sorry.”

Even if you don’t really believe that, this will give you an excuse to pretend it never happened and move on.

“You didn’t hex me. Trust me. I’ve been there.”

That response leaves you unsettled. Lex finally moves closer, and you feel a bit defensive. This entire situation is scary.

“I’m not under any spell.”

He repeats it like he needs you to understand that this is all of his own free will.

“T-Then why did you kiss me? Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t stand you. I know you must have hated my guts too. I humiliated you in the Talon but now everything is different and I-”

Lex kisses you, stopping any more ramblings.

It works.

Your entire body relaxes, and you find yourself leaning into his body. Lex’s hands move down your form, and you whimper when you feel his fingers slide under the material of your shirt. You can’t believe you’re letting this happen. You need to gather your wits and get out of there, but you can’t.

Everything feels so good.

Lex parts, eyes glazed. You don’t look much better.

“That’s why..” 

He mutters.

You wear a weak smile.

“You really need to stop kissing me.”

Lex can’t help it, he mirrors the look, pressing his forehead to your own.

“I can’t say that I planned this and our situation isn’t ideal, but I care about you. For now, we can keep this between us if that makes you feel better. I just don’t want you to think that this was just an impulse or some type of transference. Something tells me you feel the same way.”

“That’s presumptuous.”

“I’m a presumptuous guy.”

You giggle.

“You drive me crazy Lex Luthor.”

He laughs with you.

“I’ll take that as a good thing.”

You have no idea how this will turn out, but you feel more assured that he’s being so rational about the situation. Knowledge of this could cause a scandal. You know that’s the last thing he wants.

“I guess we’re doing this then.”

“I hope so.” 

Your bashful smile makes him want to smother you in kisses. You lean in, and he happily reciprocates the kiss. 

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Gil Grissom (CSI) - Oneshot

The case was supposed to be the start of a joint program between the FBI's Behavioral Unit and Las Vegas Crime Lab Unit. 

However, it was clear that was not how this graveyard shift would go, because supervisor Gil Grissom spent the better part of your time there questioning the science of profiling.

Your victim was an older woman, a former cop. Living alone, most of her family is out of state.

Your thoughts were a victim of opportunity. Two assailants. Sloppy work. They hadn't left prints, but pretty much everything else you could see from the struggle. There's an indent in the wall along with some damage to the paint in the living room area. The bullet casings were taken, so no match for that, but knowing Grissom that won't be an issue.

"You're quiet."

Speak of the devil.

"I'm thinking."

"Ah, conjecture, a scientist's greatest enemy."

You roll your eyes.

"How is it any different from what you all do? You study the evidence, well, so do I."

"An integral part of what we do is read actual evidence within the room, not evaluate body language and make assumptions."

He was casually dusting for prints as he continued to combat your skills.

"If I remember correctly it was my evaluation that urged you to search the bookshelf."

"Hmmm."

You frowned at the incoherent reply.

This was infuriating. You've heard that Grissom was a tough guy to work with due to his unwavering faith in the evidence, but even scientists appreciated other arts, especially if they were outside of their field. He was just stuck in his ways.

"If you're both done playing tom and jerry we have two new witnesses outside. Care to turn your magic on them?" Brass stated.

You huffed in defeat.

"I'll go question the witnesses." You state.

"I'd like to be there when you speak with them."

"Of course, because there's no way just my profiling abilities would be of any use in this."

"That's why I volunteered to be present."

Brass held back a smile at Grissom's response and you were a thread away from drawing your gun and creating another homicide. One that would be much easier to solve.

When prints and evidence was gathered, you and Grissom were in one of the conference rooms speaking with the couple.

"So you found who killed that woman?"

The man before you was bouncing his leg nervously, his girlfriend holding his hand a bit too tightly for innocent bystanders. You kept your eyes on them as Grissom asked the questions. Brass was at the back doing the same. When you all exited the room, you turned to Brass.

"They're lying through their teeth."

"How'd you figure?" Brass asked.

"Sue and Chuck over there were way too nervous. His shoes were scuffed, I wouldn't think much of it if the stuff didn't look like the paint from our victim's bookshelf. Sue's knuckles were also red, like she'd hit something blunt. My guess is those indents we saw on the wall are going to match what Grissom got from the living room of the house."

"Sounds like you've already figured the case out." Brass stated.

Grissom was just standing there with an inquisitive look, as if questioning everything that had left your lips. Since he'll probably oppose you either way you saw no use in holding back.

"I think those two planned a heist. They live nearby. Chuck has a tan line on his right wrist but no watch. That tells me he either magically lost it, or he sold it to pay off a debt. Both of them are drowning in it. They saw a rich older woman nearby and saw an opportunity. What they didn't account for was the struggle. They didn't know she used to be a cop."

You send Grissom a smug look and he just slides on his glasses.

"We'll let the evidence decide if your theories have any merit."

He walked off and you followed behind, practically stomping your feet.

It took about two hours for Grissom to process all the little pieces and when he'd finished, his conclusions had led to the same street as your theories. Confronting your suspects was much easier than anticipated. The girlfriend folded not even two minutes into the interrogation and you exchanged a look with Grissom who didn't say much.

By the end of your shift the rest of the team seemed impressed.

"I can't believe you solved the case two hours before Grissom." Nick was commending you as Warrick and Catherine sat at the table having a snack with smiles on their faces. Sara looked pretty proud.

"We appreciate the help."

You just let out a laugh.

"I think I would believe it more coming from Grissom. He's all evidence this and evidence that. It's like a broken record. How do you guys work for that stick in the mud, self centered, egotistical, arrogant-"

"I'm very curious about who you're describing Ms. Reid."

You almost choked on your words, and just like that the entire crew made up excuses on why they had to leave. The room was cleared in record time and you turned around.

"H-How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough."

You sigh.

It was childish, you knew that but he sort of drove you crazy. He's an intelligent man, you have no doubts about that. You just wish he'd offer you the same respect.

"Why do you question everything that I say? I'm one of the best. Not as good as my big brother Spencer but I can hold my own. I'm good. I have the highest closing rate in my field. I'm good at what I do."

"I know that."

You scoff.

"Really? Because you could have fooled me."

"You have an intellectual quotient of 180, correct?"

"Yes. What does that have to do with anything?"

He moves closer.

"You're good at spotting the behaviors of those around you. You use context clues, indicators and scientific research to back up what your eyes see to evaluate what your mind can track. With suspect and victim, your expertise is quite frankly the perfect science."

If you didn't know any better you would have thought that was a compliment.

"You can see everything except what's right in front of you and that can be dangerous. I'm trying to help you learn to see everything, not just the case. Sight is no good if you're blind to what's around."

"What exactly have I missed that was right in front of me, because last time I checked, I cracked that case right open."

He takes another step and now your focus is completely on him.

"You tell me."

Those words are whispered and you're honestly a bit lost. You've been told that like your brother you miss some more subtle things, the more normal side of human behavior. A flaw you can accept, yet you're still puzzled. Your eyes search his and the way he watches you, studies you, well, the confusion slowly changes. Your brows even out and the last step he takes makes you back up into the wall.

Your breath staggers, and you try to regain your composure, but it's impossible.

You hate to admit it, but he was right. You'd completely missed it, the intent looks, those little statements made to intentionally rile you up, now the lack of distance and dilation of his pupils as he admires you.

He smiles, taking a step back and slipping his glasses back on.

"I look forward to working with you in the future Ms. Reid."

Nothing else is said, he just leaves and you're stuck trying to get your heart rate back under control. 

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Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) - Noble Series 1: Our Love - Chapter 30

Now that all the crazy is over, you have a chance to have that discussion.

You’re casually having tea with Byakuya, but you've adjusted yourself in your seat at least a dozen times already.

Byakuya is sitting as elegant and calm as ever.

“Is there something you’d like to say?”

You jump, shaking your head.

“N-No of course not!!”

You start laughing stupidly.

“I’m such a coward.”

It’s hard to find the appropriate words. So when you finally stop laughing, you notice that Byakuya has placed his drink down and he’s just waiting patiently for you to voice your views. There’s no use pretending or avoiding it. He’s always been pretty good at reading you. You might as well own up.

“Taicho, why have you never tried to..”

Your words fall off at the end, and you fidget in place. It’s hard to broach the topic without being embarrassed, but given some of the things you’ve already done, you really shouldn’t be. Your flushed cheeks give you away and he understands.

“I never realized how insensitive my proposal was until that day.”

The statement has you a bit puzzled, but you seem to get what he’s referring to. His proposal in front of all the captains when your father tried to ruin everything.

In all honesty, just the idea of marriage used to bring you dread. You could never get excited like some of your other squad members when they would gush about such topics. The very word was almost paralyzing to you, because you could only associate it with all those painful and unwanted memories.

Yet that day, when Byakuya stood in front of everyone and bared his heart, it was touching. You knew the proposal was an impulse, but the fact that he’d thought so far ahead, that he saw a future with you, it was the very first time that the idea of being married hadn’t brought you fear. You almost felt comforted, because you could picture it with him.

“I cannot remove any of those painful memories, but I can prevent creating new ones. More than anything, I would like to make love to you.”

His confession has your heart beating harshly against your chest.

“But I refuse to force you into a situation that you are not prepared for. I have no interest in tying you down or putting you in a position that will bring you more pain. When we are both sure that marriage is what we want, then we can take that step together. Until then, I have no problem fulfilling all of your desires, your wants.”

The way his eyes run over your body makes your flush, and you’re once again blushing. You have no idea what you’ve done to deserve any of this, but you're grateful.

“Do you want to get married, Taicho?”

He seems hesitant to answer. You know he wants to be honest, but he doesn’t want to put you on the spot.

He finally voices his response.

“I do.”

You nod, and when you take his hands, you can see the confusion on his face. You work up all the bravery you have to say these next words.

“I-I love you more than anyone in the world Taicho!! P-Please be my husband!!”

You bow your head, and Byakuya looks stunned. Your hands are shaking, he can feel the tremors, but he’s still trying to process what just happened.

“You..want to marry me?”

“HAI!!”

He’s speechless, truly. He urges you upright, maybe to assure you that you don’t have to make such a proposal for his sake, but when your eyes meet, he can see the sheer adoration, the love in your eyes. Whatever he’d planned to say has completely left his mind. Your blushing, that flustered expression so easy to read on your face, yet he can’t help but think that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

His hand reaches over and he cups your cheek.

“Once you become my wife, it will be impossible for me to let you go.”

Your eyes water, and you nod happily.

“Please make me your wife.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. You squeal when he pulls your right into his lap.

“Please take care of me.” 

He states.

Your tears fall, and you hold unto him, laughing.

You can’t remember ever being happier than you are at this moment. 

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Ishida Uryuu (Bleach) - Chapter 2

Walking begrudgingly, you felt annoyed. Now you’re without your school bag and your treats.

At least it couldn’t get any worse than this.

“Watch out!!”

The yell came too late, a car had sped by next to a puddle and in a matter of seconds, you were drenched in dirty water. It just continued on its way and your eyebrow twitched.

“Don’t get mad, don’t get mad.”

“Ano..a-are you alright miss?”

You placed the cutest smile on your face at the bystander's question.

“Hai.”

You walked away with your dignity and sanity intact which was a miracle in itself. When you got to the school, you couldn’t ignore the stares, yet you kept your head held high. You had a change of clothes in your locker, so you just needed to get a shower before class started.

Surely nothing else bad could happen.

~One Hour Later~

“What an adorable costume (Y/N)-san.”

The other students in the class were snickering at the statement that was made and you just seethed. As it turns out you did not have an extra set of clothes, so you ended up having to borrow from the drama club. The only costume they were able to lend was a male’s butler’s outfit. Given the upcoming play, they couldn’t risk using any of the female costumes.

You spent the better part of the homeroom looking like a guy, and to make matters worse, your hair wasn’t as cute as you would have wanted.

You’d caught Ishida looking at you in your peripheral and you sank into your seat.

“D-Damn it all!”

You never wanted him to see you like this.

When lunch rolled around, you’d all ended up on the roof. Orihime was eating her disastrous dish as she talked about something or the other. All you could do was smile. You weren’t sure what it was, but it seemed to make her happy.

“(L/N)-san.”

You looked up, cheeks flushing when you saw Ishida.

“I-Ishida-san!”

He held out your bag.

“You dropped it yesterday, and you seemed distracted this morning so I wasn’t able to give it to you.”

You took it with an embarrassed bow, and he sat down next to you.

“T-Thank you for getting it for me.”

“It wasn’t a problem.”

You gave another nod, looking down at your own lunch, suddenly unable to look at anything but the meal.

“This sucks! I wanted to give him my cookies and watch him fall helplessly in love with me!”

You cried internally.

“Did you have an accident?”

You look up, confused, but when he gestures to the costume, you laugh awkwardly.

“H-Hai. I was a bit careless this morning and I got soaked. I’m glad they were able to lend me an outfit. I just wished it was a bit more flattering. I feel as though I look like a man.” You joked.

Given the situation, you supposed it could have been much worse.

“I think..that you look good in anything that you wear.”

Your eyes grew wide, and Ishida adjusted his glasses, turning to his bento as he started eating silently. Your cheeks were red, and you caught the subtle blush that littered his face. You could barely look at him, but you were unimaginably happy.

At that point you decided that the sour morning could not be so bad.

So you powered through.

You were positive that there was nothing else that could go wrong.

~After School~

“W-Where the hell did this rain come from!!”

When school ended, the sun seemed bright, yet two minutes of walking home and it started pouring out of nowhere. When it became apparent it wasn’t stopping, you decided to take a short cut and ended up in a vacant park under a tree seeking shelter.

“Shit.”

Your clothes were sticking to your body uncomfortably.

“It’s like I’m cursed today.”

Well, things could be worse.

“If it isn’t the princess from yesterday.”

You turned, internally pissed. It was those three guys again.

“What the hell is with this timing!!”

Maybe you should stop making statements.

Despite your agitation, you planted a smile on your face.

“A-Ano, c-can I help you?”

The leader stepped forward with a smirk

“I’m sure you can.”

He was grinning, and when you caught where his eyes were looking, a pulse popped up on your head because it was trained on the white shirt that was now see through due to the rain. You tried to pull the jacket closer to hide it and feign obliviousness.

“I-I should probably get going.”

You meant to walk around, but he grabbed your wrist and his two friends got closer. The action made you drop your bag, and it hit the ground, now covered in mud. Another pulse appeared on your forehead.

“Calm down, don’t react, don’t react. It’s fine. Everything is fine.”

“Now look what you went and done, maybe you should pick it up.”

You could only guess why he was suggesting that you do it. Like hell would you turn your back on these jackasses.

“C-Can you please let me go?”

His face went sour.

“Quit being such a bitch. What, you think you’re too good for us!”

He shoved you, and you grunted when your butt hit the grass, mud splattering on the costume. His friends were laughing and you just lowered your head.

“Are you going to cry Hime-chan?”

He was taunting, and just like that, your patience snapped.

He was still laughing, that’s until your feet had connected harshly with his face. His body pivoted backwards, skipping on the ground a few times before he ultimately rolled to a stop, unconscious.

His friends looked startled, and when you straightened, eyes turning to them, they both flinched at the bloodlust basically seeping from your body.

“I went through all this work to change my image and be cute, but you scumbags just couldn’t leave well enough alone..COULD YOU!!”

You charged at them, jumping as you wrapped your legs around the neck of one of them, flipping his body over. He tumbled to the ground, and his buddy had fallen on his back, panicked.

“W-We’re sorry, w-we won’t ever bother you again!!”

You grinned wickedly.

“It’s too late for that now.”

You cracked your knuckles and he screamed, a series of punches following after. You were breathing heavily, like a predator about to strike, and when you heard the familiar screech in the air, and the ground trembled behind you, you turned.

Now standing before you were four hollows.

In this situation, one would certainly run, or at least show fear, but your grin grew wider, and the hollows present had actually started to sweat profusely.

“Welcome to the party.”

Your dark tone was chilling, and the onslaught of attacks was brutal. You’d punched, kicked, kneed and elbowed each monster into oblivion.

You’d caught the last one into a headlock, about to deliver the finishing blow when you heard the voice.

“(L/N)-san…”

You could hear the shock, and you turned stiffly, now staring at your stunned classmate.

“I-Ishida-san!!”

There was no way to save your perfectly cute image. The pile of unconscious delinquents as well as the hollow you were now wrestling was proof enough.

“S-Save me human!!”

The hollow cried.

You snarled.

“Be quiet you white masked bastard!!”

You punched your fist right through its head with force and it disappeared in a matter of seconds.

Looks like the facade was over.

“Goodbye cute high school romance!”

You were wailing and Ishida just stood at the side awkwardly.

Unsure of how to proceed. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 8

The door of your house slams shut, and your mother calls from the kitchen.

“Honey, is that you? How were your swimming lessons with Clark and Chloe?”

“I-It was fine. I’m going to take a shower and take a nap. I-I’m exhausted.”

“Okay, when you get hungry there’s dinner in the microwave. You just have to heat it up.”

“T-Thanks.”

You’re glad she can’t tell how upset you are from your tone. You basically sprint to your room, shutting your door as you make a beeline for the shower. Ripping off your clothes, you step into the shower in hopes that the hot water will wash away the events that just occurred. When you close your eyes, all you can see is him. His hands on your skin. Lips softly pressed to yours.

You sob, running a hand through your hair.

This was not how it was supposed to turn out.

Not at all.

The remainder of the week, you avoid Clark, Lex and all the above. You can’t face him. If you talk to Clark, then ultimately he’d ask why you’re avoiding Lex again.

Most of your days are spent at the library.

The very back.

You can accomplish studying and avoid your friends. It's the coward's way out, but what else can you do? There’s no way you can face any of them.

That’s why when your phone rings, you glance at it before shoving the device into your pocket.

“So you’re avoiding us again?”

Clark’s voice makes you jump, and you drop your books. You turn to him, stunned. Here you thought you’d done a good job at hiding.

“(Y/N) please don’t-”

“Stop.”

Your tone is stern.

“I know you want to fix everything, but this isn’t something that you can just fix. “

“Did Lex do something?”

His question makes you pause.

“It wasn’t hard to put together. You’re not answering my calls, Lex won’t look me in the eye. I’m starting to think you guys buried a body or something.”

Oh if it were that simple.

“Did he tell you anything?”

“Nothing.”

You aren’t sure why, but you feel like you’ve broken some code, or law. Being confronted like this, all you can do is cry. You press your hand to your lips, and Clark rushes to your side.

“What’s wrong!”

He looks like he wants to fix the world for you, which just makes you feel worse.

“I..I kissed him Clark..”

Your tone is somber. Clark is speechless. Because you know this was the last thing he expected.

He takes a moment to collect himself, moving and helping you take a seat. He’s grateful for the seclusion.

“I don't know what happened, one minute we’re swimming and the next we’re kissing and I just ran out of there. He must hate me.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.”

You wish you could believe those words.

“So you have feelings for him?”

You run a hand through your head.

“I don’t know. I guess. It doesn’t make sense. I hated his guts. It hasn’t even been three months.”

“They say love and hate is closer than we think.”

“That’s not really helping Clark.”

He gives a little smile. You press your hands to your face.

“I messed up everything.”

Clark shakes his head.

“Did he kiss back?”

The question makes you blush.

“W-Why is that important?”

“Because if he did, then it means he must feel the same way.”

You can’t exactly tell him that Lex was the one to initiate the kiss.

“He kissed back..”

You mumble, embarrassed.

“I think you should talk to him. Lex is my friend, and I care about him. But I care about you too. I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

It’s comforting that he cares so much.

You send him a shy smile.

“You’re a good friend Clark. I’m really glad we got saddled together in that project.”

He grins.

“Me too.” 

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Jubal Valentine (FBI/Daredevil AU) - Chapter 2

“Why do they always run!” 

OA yelled as he chased after the perp. Maggie had made a quick turn on the corner to cut the man off as OA continued to follow. Said criminal was moving pretty quickly, and he cursed when the distance seemed to grow bigger. 

He was hoping Maggie would break a corner, or jump from behind some alleyway. He made one more turn, now running down the pavement as people parted the minute they saw the gun the man was holding. For a moment he was sure he would lose him at the next turn, but he blinked when said perp was close lined. His body hit the ground with harsh thud, and his gun skidded into the street. 

The man was groaning on the floor, and OA let out a heavy breath, expecting his partner to be the person that apprehended the man, but the woman standing before him was not Maggie.

He recognized those red lens sunglasses. 

“Murdock?” 

“What’s up? Looked like you needed that one.” 

Maggie came rushing around the corner you’d been standing on, gun drawn. When she saw him on the floor she was quick to handcuff him, and she looked over, probably surprised. 

“Do you always have great timing?” 

“Most of the time.” 

You replied. 

OA shook his head with another laugh as he moved to grab the dropped gun and carry away the criminal. 

Once they got back to the Jock, you gave a little wave to the crew. 

“(Y/N), what a nice surprise.” Jubal spoke. 

“Good to see you too. I heard your perp is singing like a canary.” 

Jubal nods with a chuckle. 

“He is. He gave up all the names, that includes the politicians. Looks like we’ll be closing this one early.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.” Isobel spoke walking into the room with Maggie and OA. 

“Something tells me we owe you another thank you.” 

“It wasn’t a problem. I was in town. What are the chances he would run into me?” 

“Not that high.” OA stated. 

You smile. 

“You got me. I was in a squad car with a friend of mine when the alert went out. I asked him to drop me on seventh street. I figured the guy would dash in that general area and I was right.” 

“Good call.” Jubal praises. 

You nod. 

“Well I should get going. I’m glad you were able to close your case. If I keep helping you guys you might have to put me on the payroll. “ 

With a smirk you’re leaving and Maggie just laughs at the humorous disbelief on OA’s face.

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot

“Hey Sweets.”

“AHHHH!”

You grin at the startled look on his face as he turns around.

“D-Don’t do that!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so jumpy.”

“That tends to happen when you have a target on your back.”

He turned back to his desk gathering his stuff.

The most recent case has gotten a bit close to home. It was a disgruntled individual who Sweets testified against. Booth stated that they had taken the necessary precautions until the woman was caught. That’s why you were babysitting him tonight.

“I’m not sure how comfortable I feel being guarded by someone who lives to scare the life out of me.”

“Quit whining, I’m the best at what I do.” You wiggle your eyebrows and he sighs.

“I don’t appreciate how lightly you’re taking this.” He grumbles while hiking his bag on his shoulder. When he’s standing at the door, you place a hand on his shoulder.

“Sweets, listen we’re all here for you. No one is going to let some psycho get within five feet of you. I’ll protect you, alright.”

The sincerity you display makes him relax.

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

“Great, now off we go scaredy cat.”

“Is that term really necessary?”

He just receives your laughter.

Although you try to distract him, you are a bit worried. For one she’d gotten a package into the FBI with animal remains. Safe to say she’s driven and definitely off her rocker. Booth has officers now stationed outside of Sweets’s residence.

As you both enter, Sweets offers to take your coat.

“Make yourself at home.” He advises after hanging it up on the rack. You slide your shoes off.

“I need to check all your entrances and exits.”

Sweets nods.

“Right this way.”

It takes about ten minutes for you to go through all the possible places that she could get in. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.

“I have a guest bedroom right next to mine.” Sweets offers. He’s holding a few blankets.

“It’ll probably be better if I sleep in the room with you. I can take the floor.”

He shakes his head.

“If you’re going to be protecting me the least I can do is provide you a comfortable space to sleep. I can have the floor.” He argues.

“That’s okay, I was a soldier, remember. I’ve slept in worse places.”

You take the blankets from his hands as he guides you to the room. It takes a while to get settled. Even when he gets into bed he’s shifting. You hold back a giggle.

“Everything okay there doctor?”

You call from below.

“Yes, just a little anxious.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

He’s unimpressed and you rise into a sitting position.

“You’ll be fine, I locked all the doors, plus I got my gun.” You slide it from under your pillow.

“If she tries anything I’ll shoot her in the kneecap.”

Sweets laughs.

“That’s a very specific target.”

“Once you mess up your knee it’s nearly impossible to get it back to the way it was before. The experience will be humbling.”

“Humbling indeed.”

He looks over at you.

“I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Hey, it was either me or Booth and I doubt you want to spend the night listening to him probe you about solutions to his daily arguments with Brennan.”

“You’re right.”

Giggling, you lay your head back against the pillow.

“Besides, I got a sneak peek of you with your shirt off. I’d say that’s about equivalent exchange.”

You don’t need to look to know that he’s blushing. He stammers and you smile as you both fall into a comfortable silence. Allowing the exhaustion of the day to finally take you to sleep.

~

It’s around 3am that you hear a distinct clattering. For a moment you assume that it’s Sweets, but when you look over he’s sound asleep. Your body is still, and this time you hear the subtle breaking of glass.

“The back door.”

Sliding the gun from under your pillow, you rise carefully, tiptoeing to bed.

You press your hand to his mouth and his eyes shoot open. With a finger to your lips, he nods. Sweets ease out of the bed.

“Get into the closet.” You whisper.

“Are you kidding me, I’m not getting into the closet!” 

His whispered yell holds fear. You understand.

“Lance.”

He pauses at the way you address him. You’re so close.

“Please, I need you to listen to me. Get in the closet.”

The soft plea has his eyes softening. It’s not often that you look so vulnerable. It’s obvious that you’re scared, but he realizes it’s not for your own safety, but his.

“Okay.” He caves.

He steps carefully to the closet, and you push it close, only pausing to give him one last look.

“Don’t come out for anything.”

He nods, watching as you close it the rest of the way.

The second he’s secured,you pull your pillows and blankets, hurriedly sliding them under the sheets of his bed. There’s no doubt that she will be expecting him to be asleep.

The floor creaks and you brace behind the door as it opens. The first thing you see in the darkness is the gun. Sliding your own gun into the back of your pants, you strike her hand and she screams in surprise when the weapon flies out of her hand and she’s knocked to the ground.

“You bitch!!”

Her yell echoes and you grunt as you try to restrain her. The crazy ones are always the hardest to handle.

“Stop fighting me!” You yell angrily.

She’s kicking and screaming and you finally lose your patience. You punch her right in the face and her head drops to the right. With a huff, you push her onto her stomach, pulling her hands behind her back.

“You can come out now Sweets, it’s safe.”

He pushes the door open hurriedly, a bat in his hand. You can’t help but laugh.

“Easy tiger, she’s unconscious.”

Sweets lowers the bat, and you point to his dresser where you left your cuffs.

He grabs them, handing it to you.

“Did she hit her head?”

“No, I punched her.”

“Unconscious!?”

“Well she didn’t exactly give me much of a choice. She kept struggling.”

Once the cuffs are on, you stand, moving to pick up her gun.

“Call Booth, I think he’ll be happy to know she's caught.”

Sweets nods, heading for his phone as he finally drops the bat. You mean to walk around her, but your leg gets caught in one of hers and you tumble.

“Shit!”

Your yell startles Sweets as you collide with him. You both tumble onto the bed.

It takes a moment for you to gather yourself.

“Sorry about that, she’s like a freaking eel.” 

You say lifting unto your elbows.

Sweets looks up, wearing a smile.

“No harm done. I guess this is the second time tonight that you’ve saved me.” He jokes.

You return the look, licking your lips. You’re not blind to the very compromising position. His hand is also laying pretty comfortably on your back. The lack of distance has you hyper aware of how easily it would be to simply lean in. Sweets swallow, and you can’t seem to stop yourself. Although hesitant, you lean in closer, and his breathing is a bit staggered, but he doesn’t move away. His hand actually reaches up to lay on your cheek. His palm feels so warm.

He guides you closer.

“Sweets?”

You both jump at the voice.

It takes a minute for you to realize that it’s his phone, right at the side of his head.

Booth is on the line.

You sort of scramble to get up, and Sweets grabs the phone the second he’s no longer bound to the bed. With a little cough, you step away.

Curse Booth and his poor timing.

~~

“So how the hell did she get in?”

After the police came and Booth practically babied you and Sweets, you were finally cleared. The police cars had long pulled away with the very unhinged woman.

“Turns out she had an ex boyfriend at the precinct. He took the shift specifically to keep tabs on Sweets. That’s how they got the box into the FBI too.” Booth informs.

That makes a lot of sense. You feel much better knowing that she’s off the streets. Hopefully alone time will give her a new perspective.

“I’m just glad it’s over.” Sweets says.

“You and I both. Just to be safe I’m leaving a car here for the night. “ Booth instructs.

Sweets nods.

Booth gives him a pat on the shoulder as he takes his leave.

“Try not to get into any more trouble.”

“I’ll do my best.”

You both watch his vehicle pull out of the driveway, and you turn back to Sweets with a grin.

“See, I knew we would get out of this alive. You’re fine, that crazy chick is locked up. All is good with the Jeffersonian Crime Squad. “ You hum.

“You were right.”

Sweets is usually the one who’s used to being right. You intend to point that out. Maybe tease him, but something about his form stops any words. Those dark eyes are somewhat entrancing.

“Thank you for keeping me safe.”

He’s grateful, and somewhat more aware.

“No problem..”

The lack of distance has you a bit distracted. Sweets searches your eyes for a few moments, and when he leans in, you find yourself holding your breath. His lips lay delicately against your own. It’s soft, fleeting. The second he pulls away, you half assume that you’ve imagined the entire encounter.

Sweets licks his lips, swallowing.

“Thank you..”

He repeats.

You nod.

“A-Anytime..” 

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Jubal Valentine (FBI/Daredevil AU) - Chapter 1

As an FBI agent, the possibility of getting kidnapped was always there. 

He probably shouldn’t have been surprised. 

The ache in his head was the first thing he processed. The woman zip tied next to him was the other. 

“Great, you're finally awake. 

Her hands were bound to a pipe and he assumed she was a hostage, but she made one clean swiping motion against the pipe and the ties snapped right off. 

“I needed to wait for the two henchmen to leave.” 

OA groaned, turning over on his side as he used the wall to steady himself. 

“You’re bleeding.” 

He straightened, touching his forehead that was indeed bleeding. 

“You’ll be fine, probably won’t even need stitches. Now that you’re up and about, we need to go.” 

He was still trying to gather his bearings, that’s why instinctively he reached for his gun, but it was missing. 

“They took it, and they’ll be back. We need to go.” 

Your voice sounded stern. 

“Who are you?” 

Now that he was fully alert, he took in your appearance. You were wearing a suit, if he had to guess, you must have been a lawyer. Completely normal except you were wearing sunglasses inside this abandoned building you were both being held in. 

“I’m a lawyer, the name is-” 

You paused abruptly and OA was confused as to why you were now facing the door and touching the wall. 

“They’re coming back.” 

“What? There’s no one out there.” 

He couldn’t hear anyone. 

You just cursed, and he saw you move to the back to grab something. Apparently tools to defend yourself. You picked up a piece of pipe, and he was mid syllable when the door flew open. He flinched, ready to defend, but you threw the pipe and it struck your attacker right in the center of his head, knocking him out. His gun dropped and OA gaped as you sprinted over, grabbing the gun. 

“Get down.” 

It was an order, one he reacted to when you fired two shots and he heard a grunt outside of the open door. You lowered your hand, then turned your head to the left as if you were listening for more people. The man you shot was groaning on the ground and OA stepped outside, grabbing the gun he once held. 

OA turned left and right, surveying for more people. 

“You can relax, it was just two of them.”

You kneeled next to the wounded man, sliding your hand in his pocket as you pulled out his phone. Once you had it, you held it out to OA.

“Better call the calvary.” 

You could feel his gaze, and he finally relaxed, stepping forward and taking the phone. You just smiled as you slipped the gun into the back of your pants. 

It took about five minutes for the place to be crawling with feds. OA was in the ambulance getting his head checked as the officers carried away the two criminals. 

“It’s better than I expected, you won’t even need stitches.” 

The paramedic assured. 

OA gave a grateful smile as the man walked off and you just grinned. 

“Told you.” 

His gaze moved to you. At first he assumed you were just a well prepared lawyer, but a lot of things just didn’t make sense. You were strangely calm for someone being held hostage. He meant to question it, but Maggie and Jubal walked over, both wearing relieved smiles. 

“We’re glad you’re okay. When we lost connection we weren’t sure what to think.” Maggie spoke. Jubal nodded, giving OA a pat as he turned to you. 

“I believe this is for you.” 

He reached into his back pocket and you smiled in thanks when he handed you the folded cane.

“Thank you.” 

You opened in and OA was dumbfounded. 

“You’re blind!” 

“Sure am. I’m (Y/N) Murdock. It’s nice to meet you.” 

For a moment he thought it was all a prank, but the minute they made it back to headquarters, well everything was explained. 

“We appreciate the assistance Ms. Murdock.” 

Isobel was always grateful for a rescue, especially when her agents were involved. 

You shook her hand with a nod. 

“Thank you for looking after my client. I know you took a lot of heat for delaying the arrest, but I knew she was innocent. Now we have proof.” 

Isobelle nodded. 

OA was still trying to wrap his head around the situation. 

“Why is no one else surprised that you’re blind?” 

You placed your hand over your chest with an exaggerated gasp. 

“I didn’t realize you were so against disabled people, Agent Zidan. I might have misjudged your character.” 

He stammered and you laughed playfully. 

Jubal was grinning. 

“Murdock is a bit of a wild card. She’s one of the best. She took down one of the biggest Kingpin’s in Hell’s Kitchen.” 

You nod.

“Chasing a criminal like that requires a certain set of skills. Especially with how many cops he had on the payroll. The guys I let grab me were child’s play compared to him.” You leaned against his desk, cane folded under your arm. 

“Excuse me, you let them grab you?” 

“I did. I purposely went to the auto shop to ask questions because I know the mechanic there was in on it. The murder, the drugs, he was tied in. If he thought someone was snooping I knew they would get rid of the problem the same way they did with our victim, after they interrogated me of course. No one was talking, so I needed live bait. “

He couldn’t believe it. 

“I didn’t think they would grab a cop, much less an FBI Agent. You sort of skewed my plans, and I didn’t exactly have the manpower to keep you safe and fight them off. I’m glad you woke up sooner rather than later. I had a feeling they were going to off us both and cut their losses.” 

OA just took a seat. Because the whole thing felt like a comedy show. 

“Regardless of what happened, we have the footage, and that man you shot in the kneecap is out of surgery. He agreed to talk if we kept him out of Max.” Isobel informs. 

You smile. 

“See, so it was a win for everyone. You’re alive, my client is innocent and I’ll make it home in time to watch my favorite tv show.” 

OA quirked a brow, and Maggie seemed amused. 

“See what I did there, blind joke.” 

You were still smiling. You didn’t get a laugh from OA though. 

“Tough crowd. Well thank you again. I need to check in with Amy.” 

You moved off the desk, opening the cane. 

“Glad you’re okay Agent Zidan. Hopefully the next time we meet it’s not in a hostage situation.” 

You gave a wave in their direction, walking off and OA’s eyes were trained on you until the point that you were out of sight. 

“Funny woman.” Jubal spoke. 

Isobel just gave a smile as she excused herself, Jubal following behind. Maggie took a seat next to OA who ran a hand down his tie, still wearing a comprehensive look. 

“What’s up?” 

He shook his head, letting out a laugh. 

“She was messing with me, she had to be.” 

Maggie’s brows furrowed. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Maggie, there’s no way she’s blind.”

Maggie laughs. 

“Trust me, she’s blind OA.” 

He shook his head, adamant.

“It’s not possible Maggie, you should have seen the way she moved. She knew those guys were coming before they were even in the room and she took both of them down like it was some kind of chore. She didn’t even break a sweat.” 

“She’s trained in different arts. That has to be it. Given her situation, you can’t really blame her for learning how to defend herself.” 

It still looked as though he was trying to solve some mystery, and Maggie gave him a pat on the shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll save the day next time OA.” 

“Hah, hilarious.” 

She laughed walking away, and he found himself laughing as he leaned back in his chair, going over the very crazy day he had.